"Beep——"
The sharp buzzing echoed in the cramped space, waking Lin Sizhi from his slumber.
He gradually came to his senses, and then realized that he was securely locked. There were specially made iron rings securing his wrists, ankles, and waist, and the iron chair was welded directly to the floor.
A dim, old incandescent lamp hung solitary from a rusty steel frame.
A CRT television, a somewhat dilapidated heavy wooden square table, a silver revolver.
Everything was set up exactly like the 'Wheel of Redemption'.
This was a game designed by Lin Sizhi himself, and one he had personally experienced, so everything in front of him was all too familiar.
The only difference was that Lin Sizhi was in the position of the judged.
On the other side of the wooden table, where Lin Sizhi once sat, there was now a simple mannequin, dressed in the same standard suit as Lin Sizhi.
On the mannequin's face was a photo of Lin Sizhi.
It was like facing his reflection in the mirror.
