Puzzle Madness

Chapter 111 The Reason Why We Have to Move

There was no more sound of Ai Xi coming from the dance machine. I wondered if she was looking for a louder sound source to try to wake them up.

Ruan Jingbo hurriedly scribbled on the mirror, and after finishing, he hugged the mirror and bowed:

[You understood what I said and still came to save me, thank you!!!]
She deliberately added several exclamation marks, and responded with a sound in her throat:

Do you know how to get out?
Doudou quickly waved his hands and bowed to her:
"Oh! We're all classmates, there's nothing to thank me for for such a small thing."

"Hmm—it seems that if the noise outside is loud enough to wake me up, it will be enough; or if I dream for a certain period of time, it will be fine."

"But your situation seems different?"

"That's strange. Why did you stay in the dream for so long?"

"Based on this amount of blood loss, he'd definitely be dead in reality. Wouldn't he wake up even if he died in a dream? Or would he never die at all?"

Bang!

The glass in Ruan Jingbo's hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. She paused, trembling, and took out another piece from the plastic bag; but she didn't write anything.

Glancing at the disappointed and depressed Ruan Jingbo, Doudou turned around and pointed at the tangled mass of dance machines:

"How about trying to blow up those dance machines? Maybe that's what's keeping you awake."

In Taro’s previous dream, Doudou slapped the Taro King to pieces - maybe there is such a thing as an [anchor point] or [center] in every dream.

"The dance machine isn't fun either. It's quite annoying."

But Doudou didn't do anything: if he smashed the dance machine directly, Ruan Jingbo would not wake up.
Wouldn't I be trapped in this arcade - an eternal security guard, observing the outside world from the dance machine forever?

[It doesn’t seem like such a bad thing?]

At least if it's Doudou, he won't mind too much.

After all, there are so many arcade machines here, enough to play for decades: I just don’t know if they can be powered on; this is quite critical.

But it seems that not everyone understands the joy of life as well as I do?
Hearing Dou Dou's words, Ruan Jingbo widened his eyes and shook his head vigorously; his blood-stained hair was thrown together.

She quickly picked up the broken glass, her fingertips dipped in blood, and danced quickly:
[Can’t take the risk. If I get smashed and can’t wake up, it’ll be troublesome!!!]
[At least I can still move now. I have to be able to move. I want to play basketball.]
The word "must" was painted extra large; she wiped the blood on the wound again, replenishing her "ink":
[I have a city tournament next month, so I have to practice well before then.]
She wiped the mirror and wrote something new:

[If I can’t move, I can’t play. I have to play.]
Ruan Jingbo glanced at Doudou secretly and added a line of small words:
[Dancing Machine is actually quite fun, I really enjoy it.]
"Ah, so that's how it is!"

Doudou patted his head with his palm, imagining it was a ball:
This confirmed his previous guess - Ruan Jingbo's body shape with long arms and legs is indeed suitable for this kind of ball sport.

He finally understood why Ruan Jingbo insisted on coming to school:

"I think you're on the school team? Volleyball? Basketball? Oh, basketball."

"No wonder you're so familiar with Ai Xi; I remember she loves watching the NBA."

He pursed his lips, his brows furrowed in seriousness; he had never thought of this before.

Since this was the motivation, Doudou immediately understood:

"You're so determined! Even though you're stuck here, you're still going to play the game?"

Doudou couldn't help but admire him. He felt a little embarrassed when he thought about how lazy he was every day at school.
"I understand! Since you can't get out, I'll find a way to help you gain control of your body!"

"Hey, I have an idea. Since you can't die from bleeding, well, whether you will die or not, we can only know by trying it."

"Wait a minute—the mirror isn't very useful. No matter how much I adjust the angle of the mirror, my field of view is still limited, making it difficult to properly observe the screen."

"Why don't you try my trick? Don't worry, I'll give it a try--"

呲!
Before Dou Dou could finish his words, he suddenly raised his hand, put his five fingers together, and tied his neck.

Honk! Honk! Honk!
Again and again, his hands were shrouded in a layer of blur caused by the high-speed movement; the sharp sound of the forging hammer hitting the metal resounded throughout the entire [Electronic Dungeon].

The surrounding arcade machines were shaking from the loud noise; the wind blew into the gaps, and the screens made crackling sounds like birds flapping their wings.

The neck was cracked by the fingers, and red waves rushed out and hit the ground with a crash.

The amount of bleeding was like a reservoir opening, flooding the surrounding floor in an instant; it was completely unimaginable that this crimson waterfall actually came from the human body.

[It's a bit like the grapefruit juice they sell at the school gate! I'll buy one when I wake up.]

Doudou continued to chisel his own neck while speaking to the stunned Ruan Jingbo:

"Look! Since you can't die, why not try raising your head higher? Wouldn't that give you a better view of the whole situation?"

"I'll try it first; then you can try it."

He grabbed his hair with one hand and clenched it tightly; with the other hand, he slammed it into the gap, gripping his spine. (Giggle)
With a sound that makes your teeth ache, Doudou is about to pull the spine upwards--
Bang, bang, bang: the sound like a breaking cable.

He casually severed the remaining flesh, trachea, and vocal cords - to prevent them from being stuck together like elastic bands and unable to be pulled apart.

The blood spots were blown away and shattered the screen of a nearby arcade machine; but the dance machine was safe and sound.

"Ah! Ahhh! Mmmmm!"

Ruan Jingbo made strange noises and wanted to write something on the glass, but then gave up.

She jumped around in a strange manner, waving her arms across her chest and shaking her head, as if trying to persuade Doudou not to do this.

Doudou took a break from his busy schedule and made an "OK" gesture:

"Don't worry! How can you tell if you'll die if you don't try? Don't worry, I'll find a way to get you playing!"

He was about to continue exerting force——
[It's over, it's stuck.]

[Ah! Wait. Isn't the spine connected by a lot of ligaments? I almost forgot.]

【If it breaks, it will be easily pulled out. 】

Doudou originally wanted to pull his spine out of his body and raise it up - like pulling up the handle of a suitcase - so that he could add a lot of height out of thin air and imitate a camera, looking wherever he wanted.

It is also easy to observe the screens of two dance machines at the same time.

Anyway, Ruan Jingbo cut his hands and feet into two parts, and he can still move freely.
Then in dreams—no matter what changes my body undergoes, I should still be able to move freely.
This should be the logic here.

Luckily, I have a backup plan!

Dou Dou's eyes turned, and the red pool under his feet was about to cover his ankles - Ruan Jingbo moved and wanted to run over to stop him, but was knocked down by the waves surging from Dou Dou's neck and fell into the water.

Ping: A sharp echo that makes people's ears ring.

He twisted and turned his wrist, breaking the spine in his hand and completely freeing the head from the body.

My head seemed to become lighter than ever before - as if if I filled my mouth with air, I could float up like a hydrogen balloon.

But Doudou didn't care about that; he quickly grabbed his hair and raised his head high:

[Look, I won’t die after all—and I can still see.]
He wanted to say this: but only his lips moved and his tongue rolled; no sound came out.

Doudou couldn't help but be surprised:
[It's over! The trachea is severed and there's no sound!]

"That's not right? If that means my spinal cord and nervous system are also disconnected, then why can't I still control my body?"

Doudou had never expected this - this was a bit embarrassing.

The logic of the dream was too weird; he had no choice but to continue "biting the bullet" and raising his hands high, making a gesture of "you get it?"

Clang! Ruan Jingbo broke another piece of the mirror.

Doudou turned his hands over and aimed his eyes at the broken part of his neck:

Gumbling--
I couldn't see anything at all, the gushing fluids covered everything; it was like a broken fire hydrant, spraying all over my face.

[Hey, I also want to see what the inside of my neck looks like. ]

Dou Dou shook his hands and his head to shake off the blood beads; just think of it as "shaking his head".

He ignored Ruan Jingbo, who was crawling towards him with his tentacle-like legs and then fell down in the blood.
Bang, bang, bang.
Doudou held his head with one hand and grabbed one heavy arcade machine after another with the other. He laid them sideways and stacked them up like building blocks until the pile reached the right height.
He stood on tiptoe and placed his head on it.

As he expected, everything was clear:
[Not bad, not bad! I can clearly see the screens and pedals of several dance machines!]

Doudou took the head back and held it in his hand.

[Experiment completed! Since the brain can be separated, the feeling of the limbs can also be separated.]

If I cut the muscle into smaller pieces and use the machine parts to make some mechanical devices—

[Then separate the eyeballs and place them in two, so you can see more pedals! ]

[Wouldn't that mean I could play several dance machines at once? Rounding it off, it's almost like I can control my body again!]

Doudou raised his hand towards Ruan Jingbo, who was trembling and seemed to be frightened.
Then he used his head as a basketball, spun it upwards, and caught it back in his arms:
His vision kept spinning and turning, and it felt strange. He wanted to dribble the ball with his head a few more times, but he didn't think it would bounce.

He pointed at the cluster of dancing machines behind him, then nodded at the head in his arms that was winking and making faces, and gave a thumbs-up:

[You can play basketball now!]
　Hehe! My buddy got a good project in his main business, so the updates may be a little fluctuating recently~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)