Chapter 126

The unknown liquid loaded in the jars was like some kind of preservative and freshness agent.

The "people" inside kept their eyes tightly closed, floating in the liquid.

Their skin had not wrinkled from soaking, nor had it bloated.

Instead, it retained its original appearance, with even the details perfectly preserved.

For example...

"Guo Xiaoyun? Liu Ming? Yun Peipei?!" Su Yang's breathing hitched as he looked at the scene inside the glass wall illuminated by the blood-red light.

Without exception, all three had a shocking gunshot wound at their temples.

Flesh burst outward, tissue torn.

Clearly visible!

Su Yang walked to the glass wall, his gaze searching carefully.

A moment later, he found another familiar figure—Zhao San!

His method of death was exactly the same as the former, both having their heads pierced by bullets.

The four of them floated naked in the jars, hair floating, as if they had entered a deep sleep.

It exuded an extremely eerie feeling.

"Isn't that Dong Zhihong? Why is he here?" Lin Yang gave a light exclamation, his brow furrowing.

Lin Yang pointed to one of the jars; the person inside was pot-bellied, with hair growing on his chest, and a hole punched through his heart.

The blood had long since drained away; from Su Yang's angle, he could just vaguely see the damaged organs.

"And Yan Yi, Wei Cheng... why are they all here?" Lin Yang was greatly shocked, his face covered in disbelief.

These were players from the first Death Game Lin Yang played.

He vaguely remembered how cruel that game called "Hide and Seek" was.

Touching someone counted as winning.

It was not limited to physical contact; being shot by weapons carried by the seeker also counted.

And these three...

Were exactly the players he had shot and killed.

Now, Lin Yang saw their figures in the passage, and that memory suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"How could..." Lin Yang retreated a few steps, dazed, scanning the area.

Densely packed jars were displayed on both sides, like an art gallery.

The role he played in it seemed to be a tourist, only allowed to watch, not touch.

Qin Weiyang also discovered the clues; she suddenly stepped forward a few steps, her hands tightly gripping the glass wall, her eyes wide.

Her delicate body trembled slightly, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks.

Su Yang had never seen Qin Weiyang show this kind of expression; in his impression, this girl was always very strong, never giving up or showing weakness.

He had never even seen her shed tears.

"What did she see?" Curiosity arose in Su Yang's heart.

Just as he was about to ask, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a familiar figure.

Following the gaze, a familiar world-weary face came into view.

"Yu Yue?!" Su Yang's heart skipped a beat.

The four people seen earlier were all participating players from the first Death Game, "Liar's Tavern."

And Yu Yue was a player from the second Death Game, "Church Afterglow."

They had one thing in common: they were all casualties of Prison 881.

"Could it be..."

A terrifying thought surfaced in Su Yang's mind.

He then walked out quickly and came to another glass wall.

"Guo Bing; Zhou Han; Kong Feixue..."

He couldn't forget the faces of these old acquaintances; although the time spent together was short, they all had "life-and-death" friendships.

Su Yang continued to walk a distance, his gaze scanning all the way, finally freezing in front of the fifth glass wall.

"Liu Wei Cheng; Jiang Yao; Tian Yi..."

These were players from the third Death Game, "Fear and Hunger."

Their methods of death were different, but now they all lay quietly in the jars, crafted into "collectibles."

"Why?"

Su Yang was puzzled; why did He want to pack up the dead and preserve them?

Since they were already dead, what value did they have?

Lin Yang walked over quickly, his voice trembling, "Su Yang, did we go to the wrong place?"

He suspected that this passage was not the way home at all.

If it were to release prisoners, why make them look at these things?

Su Yang looked at his cold sweat and shook his head, "This is the only way out."

"I... I saw them." Lin Yang held his head, his features twisted together, in agony.

"Who?"

"That grandfather and granddaughter, did they come to find me?" Lin Yang suddenly looked up, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Su Yang was stunned; he remembered that when Lin Yang played the second Death Game, he played a ghost and killed everyone.

Including a pair of relatives.

At that time, because he felt guilty, he was mocked by Qin Weiyang and Su Yang.

Lin Yang lay in bed for three days before he recovered.

He said he had figured it out, but in reality, whenever he saw that grandfather and granddaughter again, he couldn't help but recall how they cried and begged for mercy.

"They are all dead," Su Yang said.

"No, they aren't dead, they are still alive, they all came to find me!" Lin Yang said in a deep voice, his face showing pain.

Seeing his intense emotions, Su Yang decided to let him be alone for a while.

This kind of thing could only be figured out by himself; no matter how much others said, it was useless.

As for Qin Weiyang, she was still lying by the wall crying, not having moved her gaze for a long time.

"Sigh..." Su Yang sighed, holding his forehead.

He didn't expect even Qin Weiyang to become so sentimental.

As a qualified game player, he believed one should have the most basic qualities.

Treating everyone as NPCs and opponents was a kind of respect, and also being responsible for oneself.

Su Yang continued to walk forward; this passage leading to the next prison seemed endless.

The jars on both sides were densely packed in order, and there was no lack of "acquaintances" seen in the fourth Death Game.

Seeing this, Su Yang could basically confirm that all casualties in the games from Prison 881 were made into specimens and preserved here.

"Nearly ten thousand people... are other prisons the same?" Su Yang wondered.

If this were true, with over nine billion people dead, what a vast and complex project this was?

Half an hour later, Su Yang finally reached the end.

In front of him lay a huge square iron door, ten meters in both length and height.

But the door had not yet opened, and Su Yang saw a screen on the side displaying—1/11.

So he sat on the ground, waiting for everyone to arrive.

"Hmm?"

During the wait, Su Yang's peripheral vision seemed to catch the corpse in the jar moving slightly.

He suddenly turned his head to look, only to see this person's head split in two, revealing a mangled brain.

Su Yang stared for a moment, finding no movement.

"Did I see wrong?"

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the figures walking slowly toward him.

Ten people walked side by side, all showing solemn expressions.

Qin Weiyang, who was in the lead, seemed to have walked out of her sadness, leaving two clear tear tracks on her face under the red light.

Lin Yang walked with his head down, like a walking corpse, his eyes dim and lusterless.

The expressions of the others varied, but overall they were all lifeless.

Su Yang stood up and said, "Are you ready?"

Xiao Chen cheered up and squeezed out a smile, "Yeah, I've been waiting for a long time."

Although the others didn't speak, they couldn't suppress the urgency in their hearts.

The excitement of going home diluted the sadness and guilt, allowing them to regain confidence and harbor longing for the future.

When the eleven of them stood in front of the door, the iron door opened with a bang.

A beam of white light shone through the crack in the door, illuminating Su Yang's face.

Just as the door opened, the people in the jars suddenly opened their eyes!