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Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward.

Eleven o'clock at night.

Yan Liang woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes. He subconsciously wanted to rub his aching temples, but suddenly found that his arms were tied to the chair with rough hemp ropes behind his back.

In an instant, the remaining sleepiness completely disappeared.

Yan Liang looked around. It seemed to be the inside of an abandoned building. The windows were all sealed with bricks and wooden bars, and only a few construction site lights overhead gave off a dim light.The ground is littered with cracked cement, criss-crossed with cracks, some wide enough to fit a finger into.

In the center of the hall is a green velvet-covered gaming table, with chairs arranged around it. There is one person sitting on each chair, about twenty or so.

Without exception, their hands were tied.

Where is this?

Yan Liang pursed his lips. He clearly remembered that he had just submitted his resume last night and was lying on the bed reading the "Chainsaw Man" comic. He fell asleep while reading it.Why did I wake up in such a ghost place?

A prank show?Kidnapped?What is going on...

"Let, let us go..."

A whimper as subtle as a mosquito suddenly came from beside him, interrupting Yan Liang's thoughts.He turned his head with difficulty and looked towards the source——

It was a girl huddled in a chair.She has delicate features, short dark brown hair with two conspicuous red hairpins, and two small tear moles under her left eye.

Yan Liang's eyes were locked on the girl, and his pupils dilated unconsciously.

He recognized this girl. Whether it was her appearance, demeanor, or timid appearance, she was exactly the same as Dongshan Xiaohong in the comic "Chainsaw Man"!

Could it be...

Traveled through time?

No, how could it be such an exaggeration?

It's not like there aren't people who look like anime characters in real life, and maybe cosplay... Yan Liang shook his head, and rationally suppressed this ridiculous idea immediately.

Rather than traveling back in time after sleeping, he would rather believe that this guy was from the second dimension preparing to participate in the Comic Con.

Before he could clear his thoughts, the heavy iron door in front of him was pushed open.

More than a dozen strong men in short-sleeved shirts walked in first. After standing still, a wheelchair was pushed in.

Sitting in a wheelchair was a young man with only one eye.There were extensive burn scars all over his body, including his face. His right arm was completely missing from the shoulder down, and his legs were as thin as dry wood.The suit looked as funny on him as it did on a hanger.

And what stood on his back made Yan Liang's heart rise to his throat.

It was a monster that was absolutely impossible to appear in reality. Its head was a slowly rotating dice, connected to a transparent glass torso, which was filled with densely packed human fingers, teeth and eyeballs.

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