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The surgical lights buzzed overhead as Lin Xia picked at the cracks in the restraint straps, feeling the metal wires hidden beneath the leather.
When the guard pushed the food cart by, she suddenly noticed the reflection of Cheng Ye's hand gestures in the gleaming edge of a stainless steel tray—three fingers bent, their agreed Morse code.
"Ventilation duct."
Cheng Ye's lips moved silently in the shadows, the Electronic Collar on the back of his neck glowing with a faint blue light.
Lin Xia's action of kicking over a water cup startled the guard; the sound of shattering glass masked Tang Yuru's efforts to pry open a hidden compartment in the floor.
The medical student, who always shrank into the corner, was now using hemostatic forceps to lift a miniature camera from the compartment, aiming its lens at the metallic mask adorned with blood-red roses on the judgment seat.
As the third Live Stream began, Cheng Ye suddenly tore open his patient gown to reveal scarred whip marks.
Amidst the frenzied scrolling of Danmu, Tang Yuru trembled as she raised a medical record book: "The brainwave chart from the 47th electroshock treatment matches perfectly with the data from Professor Zhao's paper that went missing last week!"
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Xia plunged a hidden syringe of sedative into the Ventilation Opening, and a milky liquid surged through the airflow toward the central control panel.
The metallic mask suddenly emitted a distorted mechanical laugh as the judge pressed a button encrusted with rubies.
The entire glass curtain wall exploded in response, and millions of viewers watched as Cheng Ye swung toward the control panel, pulling along an IV stand amidst a shower of crystal shards.
His shadow split into dozens of afterimages on the surveillance screen, each one simultaneously cracking different access codes for various floors.
"You think this is an escape game?"
The judge's metallic nails traced across a Holographic Projection, and suddenly thirty-seven split screens appeared in the Live Stream, each showing real-time footage of Participants' families bound to surgical tables.
Tang Yuru dropped her camera, capturing Lin Xia's sister's butterfly birthmark on her wrist just as it fell.
Cheng Ye's collar suddenly erupted with electric sparks; even as he convulsed, he pressed firmly on the fingerprint recognition area of the control panel.
As Lin Xia swung a fire axe to sever cables, she smelled burning rubber mingled with blood.
Tang Yuru lunged toward the suddenly activated automatic surgical bed; just before its mechanical arms could grab Cheng Ye, she inserted a swapped virus chip into its interface.
The last frame before Live Signal abruptly cut off was Cheng Ye tearing off the judge’s mask—a moment frozen in time revealing a face covered in burn scars that eerily matched that of a plastic surgeon who had committed suicide three years ago due to online harassment.
In the Danmu pool, blood-red alarms erupted as an anonymous account spammed: "Remember the Live Stream incident in Operating Room No. 7 at Angel Plastic Surgery Hospital?"
As sirens blared through the ventilation ducts, Lin Xia was wrapping a tourniquet around Cheng Ye's smoking collar.
Tang Yuru suddenly screamed, pointing at the melting metal mask beneath which revealed a second layer of bionic skin—shockingly resembling the face of Cyber Surveillance Chief who had been missing for six months.
The moment bomb squad officers burst through the door, all surveillance screens lit up with static noise, forming a pulsating new Danmu: "The judgment wheel begins to turn."
As the blue lights of the ambulance swept over the ruins, a phone hidden inside a body bag automatically sent its location. Deep within the dark web, a brand new live stream page was counting down, the background audio featuring a processed declaration from a voice changer: "Welcome to the Truth Slaughterhouse, where we dissect souls this time."
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