All Worlds Madhouse

The recording ended here, and everyone looked at Ziliang and Andrew cautiously in horror.

"What does he mean!" Andrew roared angrily.

Ziliang quietly put the player into his white coat pocket.

"Obviously, when he was unconscious, this 'Jigsaw' should have fed you and I each eaten a key, which means there are only two ways for us to leave here.

First: wait a few hours and pull it out, or squeeze your throat now and spit it out. But I think "Jigsaw" won't play such a boring game. That is to say, the diameter of this key is definitely not something that can be retrogradely passed through esophageal reflux, and it is even more impossible to pull it out. The specific operation is very simple. Its outer layer is wrapped with a layer of absorbent sponge or plastic that can ferment and expand. In short, the key will remain in your stomach and mine for a short time. "

"What do you want to say?" Andrew seemed to realize something. He yelled with his eyes wide open, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

"Oh, the human esophagus can swallow on its own, but it does not have the ability to peristaltically squeeze upward."

"Damn, I'm not asking about that." Andrew said angrily: "I'm asking what the second method is!"

"Oh, the second one is very simple, as long as we take it out." Ziliang said slowly, then put one hand on his stomach and made a "cut open" motion.

Everyone's bodies couldn't help but tremble.

"What kind of bullshit method is this! Damn it! You fucking bastard!" Andrew yelled, stroking his two thick arms randomly so that he could not hold the glasses man next to him.

"Be quiet!" the man in the suit shouted, "there must be another way!"

"No, there are only two openings in the digestive tract, the upper one and the lower one." Ziliang said softly. Then he pointed to a corner of the room.

Everyone looked over and saw in a shadow what seemed to be a short-handled sickle that was very common in suburban farms.

"You see, Jigsaw thoughtfully prepared tools for us, so that you and I can save a lot of time." Ziliang smiled, and specifically looked at Andrew's eyes, as if Like tempting him to kill himself.

"It can't be like this." The man with glasses shouted: "Maybe there is a way, I mean, we can't be manipulated by that madman!"

Well, it seems that in this kind of life-and-death game, people's world view is gradually no longer tense. Even the man with glasses, who has always been very cowardly, directly calls 'Jigsaw' a 'madman'.

"Oh, is this kind of game really just for the so-called 'salvation'?" Ziliang thought with a bit of disdain.

at this time

Just listen to "Wow".

The sick guy who had experienced the game suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then he was holding on to the wall with an extremely painful expression.

Erin quickly went over and helped the man.

"It seems like the poison is starting to take effect," she murmured.

This sentence is undoubtedly adding insult to injury for everyone now. Especially Andrew, he was rubbing his head desperately, but he couldn't think of any solution!

However.

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly thought of a question." Ziliang said suddenly.

"What did you think of?" Everyone looked at him.

"It's a very interesting question. I think everyone inhaled the poisonous gas at the beginning, right."

"Say what you want to say!" Andrew shouted.

"I want to say, why use gas? This kind of delayed-acting gas is difficult to prepare, and when it is released, you need to build a pipe in the wall. Since you just want us to be poisoned and die within three hours, Then why didn't he give us an injection while we were unconscious, or just pour a bottle of poison, that would be much more convenient."

"Then who knows, maybe he just wants to show how smart he is at arranging poisons!" Andrew said viciously.

Ziliang shook his head and showed a gentle smile that was extremely inconsistent with the current scene.

"No, there is another, bigger possibility that he can't inject us at all?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"As for the reason." Ziliang continued calmly: "Haha. Do you think this 'jigsaw' was also locked in a certain room at that time?"

"You mean"

"Yes, I mean, could that 'Jigsaw' be among us?"

There was a sudden silence, and everyone's brains froze and they subconsciously moved farther away from the people around them.

"Damn it, who is it? Come out here!" Andrew yelled. I have to say that 'Jigsaw''s evaluation of Andrew was very appropriate. This guy is indeed very violent. Of course, his brain is not that good.

"Stop shouting, this is just a guess. Besides, why did Jigsaw do this?" the man in the suit asked.

"He is a madman." Ziliang responded: "There are many criminals who like to return to the scene after committing crimes, and some people like to leave some clues at the scene to trick the police. This kind of psychology is very common, and "Jigsaw" has been around for a few years. Within a year, he forcibly transformed the city into what he wanted. He kept saying that this was to create a 'guilt-free world', but now it seems that this rhetoric is just what he gave himself. It's just a mediocre to excessive explanation for what he did.

So compared to those high-sounding reasons, I prefer another reason. That is that there is no monitor here. "

"Ah?" Everyone seemed to have failed to follow Zi Liang's train of thought.

"I looked at all the rooms on the way here, and there was no monitor installed anywhere." Ziliang continued to say slowly, and then he suddenly looked at the man in a suit: "What do you do?" asked.

The man in the suit was stunned: "I, I am a businessman!"

"I guess you don't live in the city."

"How do you know!" he shouted nervously.

"It's just a guess." Ziliang pointed to his feet: "Everyone doesn't wear much, but you are wearing such thick socks. I think you at least came by plane from another place where it is a bit cold, and the clothes The oil stain on the collar and cuffs are just right. To be honest, when eating in a normal posture, it is difficult to make the collar and cuffs stick together. Only when you bend over and curl up, such as in the small space of an airplane seat, Oh, I’m not saying you don’t have a private jet, I believe you must be flying first class.”