Chapter 47: The Murderous Tool!

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  Later, many fans who watched "Saw" and were fascinated by this horror thriller film said that when they saw Amanda fall into the needle pit, they would experience symptoms such as cold hands and feet, numbness in their limbs, goosebumps, dizziness, etc. Although the needle pit game prop has very little lethality and is unlikely to cause death or serious injury to players, the immersive effect it brings is chilling, with a psychologically painful feeling. Compared to many large and luxurious props, the needle pit may seem shabby, but it wins in its closeness to life. Ordinary audiences have not had their hands and feet severed, nor have they been shot, but they have all had injections before, so when they see Amanda crawling out of the needle pit covered in needles, they must feel a sense of empathy.

  The horror of the pit lies in this, even if you just look at the poster, you can feel it, imagine if you really fall into it, that kind of endless, forever dare not try the pain.

  Then, a gigantic prop occupies the center of the cinema, a huge and effective killing machine, a nearly 10-meter-long "cross-shaped blade rail car" that makes one's hair stand on end.

  A gleaming blade, a perfect and breathtaking mechanical device will be driven by the power system at a speed of 80 miles per hour to launch a steel impact on its final target. The snow-white and sharp cross-shaped blade will split the human skull from the tip of the nose, splitting it straight through the brain, neatly dividing it into four pieces of shattered bone, blood, and splattered brains.

  Around the large machine, three-dimensional models of various killing tools are distributed, with notes below on how to use this machine to painfully kill people. These things that exceed human imagination are like shock waves, impacting the audience's mind, raising their fear to the extreme, and also raising their desire to watch to the peak.

  And every night, Zhou Shaoming would explain various murder tools in different cinemas, combining them into a show, making people who came to watch the movie involuntarily hold their tickets but forget to go watch the movie, and instead learn about those intricate, unsolvable murder mechanisms, as well as this "Saw" movie.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, there are still ten minutes before the movie starts. Let's take a look at this movie prop! It will appear in 'Saw', does anyone want to know what it is used for?"

  Zhou Shaoming stood on a chair, holding a microphone and loudly beckoning to the crowded audience in the cinema, successfully attracting the attention of most people in the theater.

  Anyway, the movie still has a few minutes before it starts, let's hear what this guy has to say! With that mentality, most people looked at Zhou Shaoming's yellow skin and the exquisite death machine in surprise, and they involuntarily surrounded him. Adding to that, the curious onlookers who had been watching from the side, suddenly surrounded Zhou Shaoming, making it impossible for water to pass through.

  "Hey, buddy, this seems to be a small railway track! What's the shiny blade for? Is it used to cut watermelon with this mechanism?" Some people who understood a bit of the trick asked loudly.

  "No, no, no! This thing isn't for cutting watermelons, it's for cutting people's heads!" Zhou Shaoming first said the first half of the sentence in a mysterious tone, then shouted out the second half with a menacing air.

  "Oh! Good heavens!"

  "My God! Is this thing used for chopping heads?"

  "Did I hear wrong or did he say it wrong? Is this a death trap? Oh my god! How terrifying!"

  The audience on the side heard Zhou Shaoming say this, and they all opened their mouths in shock, with incredulous light flashing in their eyes, discussing it in an uproar.

  There were also some horror and gore enthusiasts who, on the contrary, showed extremely interested expressions, grinning from ear to ear, shouting: "Cool! This is a really cool thing! Can you show us how this guy cuts off people's heads?"

  "Are you crazy? How can acting cut off someone's head? I think you should go up and be the test subject!"

  "Damn it! Why didn't you come up?"

  "Hey buddy, show us your skills! Is this a magic trick?"

  The audience was in an uproar, all asking Zhou Shaoming to perform.

  "Alright, everyone! I'll let this machine perform for you. Watch how it can take a life with its sharp blade at the speed of 80 miles per hour!" Zhou Shaoming saw that the audience was drawn in and quickly took advantage of the situation to start operating the machine.

  Zhou Shaoming took out a big coconut, firmly fixed it on the tip of the cross-shaped knife car, and said with his mouth: "We'll use this coconut to replace human heads. Everyone knows that if I really put a living person up there, the splashing blood would make the movie theater owner rush out and drive me away. That way, my 'Saw Horror' wouldn't be able to be screened!"

  The surrounding audience kindly burst into laughter of sympathy, but couldn't stop their curiosity, and instead gathered closer.

  "Hey, friend on this side, give some space! You're too close! Be careful or coconut juice will splash all over your face! Of course, if you plan to take a coconut bath, I don't care!" Zhou Shaoming said with a playful expression, raising an eyebrow.

  The eyes of the land made the people around him burst into laughter again.

  "Hurry up and perform! I can already imagine this guy cutting open the coconut! It's so thrilling!" Someone said with a raised eyebrow, excited to the point of almost not being able to stand still.

  "Alright! Let's start!"

  As soon as Zhou Shaoming turned on the switch, the ten-character knife-edged rail car emitted a humming electric motor sound, then suddenly started, and the blade reflected the light with a thunderous momentum, bringing out a dazzling ray of light, and suddenly rushed forward!

  The audience subconsciously held their breath, excitedly and nervously watching as the cross-shaped knife-edged rail car flew straight ahead, effortlessly splitting the coconut at the end into four pieces. Countless fragments flew out, followed by a splashing of liquid, with the flying coconut juice falling like raindrops, drenching the person standing closest to it, causing the crowd to erupt in a burst of exclamations!

  "My God! It's so damn exciting!"

  "Wow! That's so cool! If that were a human head, it would be terrifying!"

  "This thing is really bloody!"

  There are those who think it's great, and others who leave unimpressed. Audiences have different tastes, and the target audience for Zhou Shaoming's film is those who are enthusiastic about horror and gore. American audiences have always had a unique fondness for this type of bloody and violent movie, and they make up a large crowd. So Zhou Shaoming ignored those who left and focused on those who were marveling at the machine, carefully examining it from top to bottom.

  These people are mainly male audiences aged 18-50 years old.

  "Hey, buddy, want to sit on this and test your courage? See if you have the guts to face this real killing machine?" Zhou Shaoming said, pointing at a young man in his early 20s who was excitedly leaning against him.

  "What? Let me go up? Don't be kidding, bro, I don't want my head to be chopped off!" The young man was startled.

  "Alright, I'm Smith Zhou, what's your name? Friend, is that your girlfriend beside you?" Zhou Shaoming introduced himself.

  "My name is York-Hans. This is my girlfriend Lisa." The young man touched his head, looking at the cross-shaped knife-edged railcar with trepidation, while the girl next to him looked at this huge death machine with great interest, and even pushed York, wanting him to try it out.

  "Don't worry, buddy York! Get on and try it out, try the feeling of death being so close to you. Don't worry, this car won't take your life!" Zhou Shaoming burst into laughter as he removed the last section of track and installed a safety rail, ensuring that the X-shaped knife-edged track wouldn't cut off York's head.

  "If you're scared, just squat down at any time! This way your head can be kept safe!" Zhou Shaoming pretended to gesture.

  The onlookers got excited, and some ill-intentioned guys sneered: "Hey, buddy, didn't you see the tracks were dismantled? What's the point of struggling?"

  "Haha, this guy is really timid!"

  "Is Lisa? Get rid of that cowardly boyfriend of yours! He's really useless!"

  "Exactly! This guy is a softie!"

  Everyone's discussion made York blush, and Lisa next to him couldn't bear it. She pushed York irritably: "Hey, what are you afraid of? That obviously won't hurt you! It's like riding a roller coaster, looking scary but actually nothing! Are you even afraid of riding a roller coaster?"

  York's face turned red, and the onlookers who were gloating started blowing loud whistles, with some even volunteering to come up and try it themselves.

  "Haha, your beautiful girlfriend doesn't even look at you! Why don't I give it a try? Lisa, let's go on a date after the movie!"

  Americans have always been like this, daring to be fearless. The extreme sports trends in the world are generally driven by Americans, which originated from that unknown courage.

  From the cowboy riding horses and wielding whips in the American West, there has been adventurous blood flowing through their veins.

  "Who says I don't dare! Try it and see!" York bellowed, sitting angrily at the end of the track, staring at Zhou Shaoming with his eyes wide open: "Hey! Turn on the machine! I'm waiting!"

  "Ha ha! This young man has extraordinary courage! Let's try it out!"

  As they spoke, the ten-character knife-edged railcar was slowly pushed to the end.

  The audience held their breath, gazing with great interest, their faces tense with excitement.

  York, who was sitting at the end, seemed to be sitting on a needlework, staring at the snow-bright blade, his emotions were so tense that he almost jumped out of his throat.

  Watching and doing are two different things, York thought back to the coconut being cut open by the knife edge, his face turned a bit pale, although he knew that the cross-shaped knife-edged rail car wouldn't really kill him, but the fear of death that emerged from his bones made his breathing not smooth.

  It's as if someone who is naturally afraid of dogs sees a huge wolf dog lying on the door, staring at them and barking wildly. Although they know the door is locked and the wolf dog won't pounce out, the chill in their heart still seeps out bit by bit, making them regret sitting on the volcano's mouth to endure this torture.