All Worlds Madhouse

"Okay! What next?" The man interrupted Ziliang's ramblings sharply.

"You flew to this city overnight. You should be attending some kind of meeting. You will only stay for a few days. During this time, Jigsaw doesn't seem to have enough time to set up a surveillance line. After all, we are all in the same place. It’s already hard to get the time together, so.”

"You mean he had to watch us, so he blended in among us?"

"Yes, he must see our 'salvation'. This is his belief, or in other words, it is a satisfaction for his morbid psychology. If he cannot see it, all this will be meaningless to him." Ziliang He continued speaking in a lukewarm tone.

This sentence made everyone start to look at each other, their eyes full of fear.

As if Ziliang didn't see everyone's panic expressions at all, he continued to say with empty eyes:

"Actually, I noticed a very strange phenomenon when I just walked out of the first small room that emitted poisonous gas. I saw the dust on the corridor. Although it was very dark, there were still some traces left.

All the rooms have traces of being dragged, but in front of one room, there are footprints."

Irene must have still not recovered from the fear just now. She asked almost unable to think: "Footprints. What do they mean?"

Ziliang rubbed his head helplessly:

"The footprints mean that one of us was not dragged in while unconscious, but walked in."

"Ahh——"

With an exclamation, Irene seemed to have just come to her senses. She covered her chest and quickly took several steps back. Then she bumped into the pale-faced man with a mutilated body who was still slumped against the wall, and fell down. on the ground.

At the same time, everyone should once again keep a distance of at least one meter from those around them.

"You mean, the man who walked in was Jigsaw?" the bald man said!

Ziliang didn't speak, just shrugged his shoulders, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

At this time, the man in the suit seemed to have thought of something: "It doesn't seem certain. If the person you mentioned was not dragged in but carried in, then it would be normal for there to be only one set of footprints in front of his room."

"That's true. I thought so at the beginning." Ziliang interrupted him rudely: "But then, I immediately rejected the idea because the person who walked out of this door , it’s not that easy to carry, right, Mr. Andrew.”

Ziliang looked at him slowly.

"Damn it! What the hell are you talking about?" Andrew gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words fiercely between his teeth.

Ziliang spread his hands and said, "It's just a guess. Don't be so nervous. In fact, you can easily prove that you are not 'Jigsaw' because you still carry that player with you."

Andrew seemed to understand Ziliang's words immediately: "Yes! Look! If I were Jigsaw, how could I leave such a tape for myself? I can't possibly record it for myself, right?"

"Maybe you are just trying to deceive others. After all, if you don't have the tape, it will look very suspicious." The man with glasses said.

"You fart, I can play the tape to you now." Andrew roared, but suddenly, he froze.

At this moment, everyone immediately frowned.

"What's wrong?" The man in the suit realized something was wrong and had already put on a defensive posture.

"Yes, Mr. Andrew, why don't you play the tape and listen to it. Maybe I saw it wrong. After all, the corridor is so dark. How can you see the footprints clearly? Put the tape on so you can The suspicion has been cleared." Ziliang smiled: "Or is there something in the tape that we can't listen to?"

Andrew turned around suddenly, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn this bastard doctor to death.

"You fucking plot against me!" He roared, and at the same time he rushed towards Ziliang with a long stride, and his thick arms were already circling and digging into the opponent.

Ziliang didn't move, just stared at Andrew quietly. The light in the room was very dark, and Andrew vaguely saw the other person's eyes, and it seemed that he saw a touch of scarlet in those eyes.

"What is that?" He was stunned for a moment uncontrollably.

He was indeed a person with bad behavior, so before Jigsaw appeared, he spent many time in prison. There, he saw all kinds of prisoners, including economic criminals who committed fraud and money laundering, and those who committed murder and arson. Desperados, he even saw a few terrifying criminals who had to be locked up in isolation areas and could be called "murderers"!

But he seemed to have never seen such an extremely cold look.

There was no warmth at all, no compassion at all. That look was like looking at a handful of dust, a piece of waste paper that could be torn into pieces without blinking an eye, burned into ashes, and flushed into the toilet.

And such a look came from the extremely ordinary-looking doctor in front of him.

"It's definitely a hallucination!"

Mr. Andrew thought so, but his heart twitched uncontrollably at this moment.

Some fears are innate. This is the most precious treasure left by the Creator to every living being. The fear of suffering, being hurt, and dying. Andrew didn’t know why he was afraid of the doctor in front of him, but he was just afraid. .

This fear made his fists slow down a beat.

Ziliang took a staggering step back, and the fist almost brushed the tip of his nose.

Ziliang's eyes were still open and he didn't even blink.

Andrew didn't seem to expect that the punch would miss, and the huge inertia made him stagger.

At this moment, the man in a suit jumped behind him, put his hands under his armpits, and lifted him up.

However, Andrew cursed loudly and began to shake his body crazily, about to break free.

"Don't look at it, help me!" The man in the suit couldn't bear the force and shouted quickly.

The bespectacled man who was still in a dazed state on the side finally recovered and quickly rushed over to hug Andrew's thigh.

However, Andrew still struggled hard!

"You bastards, I'm going to kill you!" he yelled like crazy.

"puff!"

There was a crisp sound.

It was like a knife quickly piercing a ripe watermelon.

Andrew stopped struggling instantly. He slowly turned his head and looked at Ziliang behind him in disbelief. His jaw began to twitch, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Then, he swayed. He fell to the ground with a thud.

And on his head, the sickle was already half-deep!