Where Was the Trap

Jack glanced at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room. Seeing that the audience had understood the secret of his design, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"Just now, because of your fear and stupidity, you were unable to complete the first round of the game with excellence. Your situation began to become worse. If you want to leave alive, you have to work harder! The needle has stopped drawing blood. It will return to its original position from the back of your hand in a minute. But fortunately, you're still alive. You still have a chance to try the second round of the game. Whether you live or die, it's still up to you."

The sound of mechanical transmission could be heard. A chainsaw reached out from under the iron chair. The sawtooth was flashing with light, looking very scary.

"How is this chainsaw supposed to be played?"