My Cell Prison

Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Reasoning

Han Dong’s insane laughter was not intentional.

He simply hoped that his diversion plan would succeed in turning all of the Other Resident’s attention on him… So, he could make use of the tactics he had set up outside.

Han Dong was lying on the dissection table, a smile on his face.

“In the full sense of hypnosis, we are drawn into the illusion through the use of ‘gaps’ and ‘focused nerves’, and then led astray by various strange phenomena, causing us to become deeper and deeper within the illusion.

The progressive method led us through the billboard → ring road → motel → magic underground door → dissection room → female corpse.

We are dragged deep into the illusion, by misleading us with Yu Wu’s words, and making everyone focus on [the Female Corpse].

In this way, the misleading illusion was formed.

Even if we expand our thoughts to realize that there is a problem with the [underground dissection room] or even on a broader level, to realize that the whole [motel] is problematic.

It’s all useless.

A total of four “nesting dolls” were used!

Still, we must jump out another level that is… the original billboard.

After a long journey, encountering various strange and even horrifying Other Residents… The moment anyone sees the sign for Derry Town for the first time after days of traveling, there would be a momentary ‘relief’.

This is the initial stage of the illusion [entry point].

Everything after the billboard is fictional.

The circular road that can’t be driven out of, the stormy environment, everything in the motel is just an illusion seen by the eyes. In reality, I should be in a [closed room].

Am I not correct?”

Due to his body being completely rigid, Han Dong could only use his mouth.

Such an explanation surprised [the Female Corpse – Jane Dole], which suggested that Han Dong’s theory was undoubtedly correct.

The rigid mouth of the female corpse slowly opened.

Revealing the slit tongue inside.

A sharp and grating sound echoed directly in Han Dong’s brain domain.

“I am curious, how did you come to the conclusion of a closed room?

A low-intelligent person like Miles only knows some of my special traits and absolutely has no knowledge of the [motel] situation.

Tell me, it might prolong the time it takes for me to dissect you.”

Han Dong, without any worry, slowly talked about his rationale.

“I have three points to prove that I am in a [closed room].

The first is that my team-mates are all fictional, this does not require much explanation.

Miles gave me a very important hint…the ‘replacement’ of teammates must have occurred before entering the motel. This imperceptible swap could only exist in an illusion.

The second is, [overall situation].

Whether it’s the road, the motel, or the underground dissection room, the speed of air circulation, overall cleanliness, or the sense of silence, they are all identical.

This led me to initially deduce that I should be placed alone in a separate closed room, in reality, to fit the overall situation.

The third is, [rainwater].

Given that the first two points hold.

Unfortunately, I found the water valve in the closed room, which is the faucet in the bathroom at the end of the second floor corridor.

The opening and closing of the faucet directly affects the storm, and the storm has two characteristics.

1. It will never fall inside the building.

2. Once I close the water valve, the rainwater on the road would instantly dry up.

As if I’m in a closed room, opening and closing the tap of a sink, the water flowing from the tap wouldn’t splash outside the sink, but I could hear the sound of the water. Once the tap is turned off, the water would immediately flow out from the bottom of the sink.

This further verifies that my body is in a [closed room].

Furthermore, I have made another deduction.

The billboard is the main door of the closed room.

Since there is sink design in the room, and it has a shower faucet that can rinse my body, along with your own setting, Miss Jane.

In the end, I guess, the area my real body is in, is a real [dissection room]? Next, the dissection you want to perform is also synchronized in [reality] and [illusion].

If I get dissected here, the same thing would happen in reality… I can’t struggle, I can only quietly wait for death.”

Hee-hee-hee!

After listening to the reasoning, the female corpse let out a weird sounding laugh.

“Your mental defenses are the strongest I have seen in ‘living persons’…being able to give self-hints through your self-consciousness to find the ‘faucet’, which is a blind spot in design.

Even able to shake the lives in the world I created with [Laughter].

I can’t wait to dissect your body, especially your brain.”

After saying that, the female corpse holding the dissection tool took a step forward, there was no mercy seen in her eyes.

Even if Han Dong had figured out everything.

But when he recklessly climbed over the guardrail, he was already ensnared. Just with Han Dong alone, there was no chance of escape.

“Wait… Since I can freely control the [rainwater], that means even though my real body is in a state of deep hypnosis, it can still move in the closed room in reality, right?”

The female corpse nodded: “That’s right! However, you are currently bound by me on the dissection table. Reality and illusion are completely synchronized, so even if you want to move, you can’t… Enjoy the taste of being dissected.”

Just as the scalpel touched Han Dong’s scalp.

Han Dong had no fear… he was still asking questions.

“One last question, what time is it now? I remember that we arrived here at night.”

“In my illusion world, time flows very slowly… Tomorrow morning, I will drag your bodies, that have already been dissected, back to Derry Town.

They should sell for a good price.”

Han Dong, who was about to be dissected, seemed lost in thought, “Oh… well then, there’s no problem.”

Seeing that Han Dong had neither resisted nor let out any screams before his death, Jane, the female corpse, praised him: “You seem quite understanding, dissection is about to begin.”

“Oh, I am about to start as well.”

Outside the motel.

In the black night, a wriggling shadow revealed its true form in front of the billboard.

The butcher knife in his hand heavily slashed the surface of the billboard, it felt like he was hacking at a door… Crack! The billboard fell, corresponding to the breaking of the door lock.

With the billboard’s collapse.

The dark clouds dispersed.

A waning moon hung in the sky, casting its light down.

The light permeated the motel, thoroughly illuminated the underground dissection room, illuminating the mark on Han Dong’s neck.

“Activation…Mark, Moonlight, Arrival…’Things’, are annoying.”

The above were Miles’ exact words.

At the moment, Han Dong, who was lying on the dissection table, and feeling the touch of the moonlight, vaguely heard another sentence:

“Boss, I’m here for work!”