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The fat man tightly grasped the gold bars, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
Though acquiring them had been so easy, letting go was proving to be an insurmountable challenge.
"I can't bear to part with them," he thought. "No matter what, I must keep at least some of the gold."
Suddenly, he bit down hard on his own wrist, his teeth sinking deep into the flesh, sending waves of pain coursing through him. He had once worked as an assistant to a butcher in a restaurant.
His job involved holding down the struggling animals during the bloodletting process. It was a role that allowed his weight to play a crucial part.
Thus, he had witnessed countless times how the master butcher would slice through the throats of the animals, watching as they trembled and bled out their lives.
"The knife must be sharpened beforehand; otherwise, you won't be able to cut through the blood vessels," the master would say, pulling a white, translucent strip from the convulsing neck. "This is a blood vessel; feel it—it's quite elastic. This cow isn't old; its actual age is about the same as yours."
At that time, the fat man couldn't bear to look at the bloody gash but stared blankly at the dying animal beneath him, which had lost all strength to struggle. He couldn't help but wonder if his own blood vessels were just as elastic now.
Had he gone mad? He bit down on his already mangled wrist again, blood pouring from his mouth like a demon.
Meanwhile, the girl in the cage had stopped throwing away her gold.
She was now empty-handed.
Yet the fat man still clutched five gold bars in his arms, weighing about 250 grams—worth around fifty thousand yuan.
The girl looked at him in astonishment. "Why? I clearly discarded all my gold; how can you still hold onto yours? Our initial weights were equal! Why is my cage descending while yours is rising?"
Leaning against the cage with the gold bars in his arms, he could only respond with silence.
His face was terrifyingly pale.
The girl finally noticed a trickle of red liquid pouring down beside the fat man's cage.
"Are you bleeding? Ah! You actually bit open your own vein to reduce your weight?" The girl looked at the fat man in disbelief.
A healthy adult has about 3.8 to 5.6 liters of blood in their body. Losing 15% of that amount wouldn't immediately cause discomfort. But once it exceeds that threshold, a person's pulse would start to race, and they might feel dizzy and cold. If someone loses 40% of their blood, it would affect the return of blood to the heart, leading to symptoms of tachycardia.
How much blood have I lost now?
The fat man felt dizzy and could no longer calculate. He only knew that the blood he had lost weighed more than the gold he was holding.
Thus, the cage was slowly rising, a balance bought with his blood.
He didn't know what he had become, but he had watched helplessly as those animals bled out and died.
He couldn't understand the expressions of the animals, but they seemed unafraid, as if they had simply fallen into a deep sleep—perhaps it was because their brains were deprived of blood and could no longer feel fear.
I can't fall asleep, he thought, biting his lip as he struggled to sit up, forcefully folding his arms against his chest—this way he could stop the blood loss from his upper arm.
He had no regrets. Because the fat man knew that his blood was worth far less than gold bars.
Many people's blood had flowed away in vain without yielding any gold bars in return.
So, he felt no regret.
He knew this was the end.
The girl in the cage had no chance to turn the tables. Even if she tried to reduce her blood volume like he did to lighten herself, she still wouldn't win.
The size and weight of the heavyset man far surpassed hers, and he could afford to lose more blood than she could.
That was his advantage.
An advantage that couldn't be replicated.
Was the cage rising that quickly? Why did he feel colder as if the wind was biting at him more fiercely?
He closed his eyes, yet he could still clearly sense the cage ascending gradually.
Suddenly, he heard the girl on the opposite side scream, and then his own cage began to shake violently.
Her cage must have already sunk to the surface of the Hydrochloric Acid Pool, with the corrosive liquid seeping into it.
The cage was only a meter high, but for now, she could still cling to the railing, suspending her body above the acid.
However, she wouldn't last five minutes like this. The cage would slowly sink to the bottom of the pool.
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