"Okay! Then what?" The man interrupted Ziliang's nagging loudly.

"You fly to this city overnight. You should only attend a meeting for a few days. During this period, the Jigsaw doesn't seem to have enough free time to build surveillance lines. After all, it's already difficult to gather us all at the same time, so..."

"You mean he had to look at us, so he got into the middle of us?"

"Yes, he must see our 'salvation'. This is his belief, or a satisfaction to his pathological psychology. If he cannot see it, all this will have no meaning to him." Ziliang continued to say in a tepid tone.

This sentence made everyone start looking at each other, their eyes full of horror.

Ziliang continued to say with his eyes empty as if he hadn't seen everyone's panic expressions at all:

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

All the rooms have traces of dragging, but there is a footprint in front of one room..."

Erin should have not recovered from her fear just now. She asked almost unable to think: "Footprints...what does that mean..."

Ziliang rubbed his head helplessly:

"Footprints mean that there are people among us who are not dragged in in a coma... but walk in..."

......

......

“Ahhh—”

With a scream, Erin seemed to have just reacted. She covered her chest and quickly took several steps back, then hit the pale, slumped man who was still sitting by the wall, and fell to the ground with his butt.

At the same time, everyone once again distanced from the people around him by at least one meter.

"You mean, the person who walked in was a 'jittersaw'?" said the bald uncle!

Ziliang didn't say anything, but just shrugged his shoulders, but the meaning was obvious.

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

"It's true, I thought so at the beginning." Ziliang interrupted him rudely: "But then, I immediately denied this idea, because the person who came out of this door was not so easy to carry... right, Mr. Andrew."

Ziliang looked at him slowly.

"Damn! What the hell are you talking about?" Andrew bit his teeth and rattled, squeezing out this sentence viciously from the cracks of his teeth.

Ziliang spread his hands: "It's just a guess, don't be so nervous... In fact, you can easily prove that you are not a 'jittersaw' because you still have that player in your arms."

Andrew seemed to have immediately appreciated Ziliang's words: "Yes! Look! If I were a 'jitter saw', how could I leave such a tape for myself? I would never have recorded it for myself, right!"

"Maybe you're just trying to cover up your eyes, after all, if you don't have a tape, you'll look suspicious..." said the man in glasses.

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

At this moment, everyone immediately frowned.

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

"Yes, Mr. Andrew, why don't you put the tape out and listen to it? Maybe I've read it wrong. After all, the corridor is so dark, how can you see clearly any footprints------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Andrew turned around suddenly, the anger in his eyes as if he wanted to burn this bastard to death.

"You fucking plot against me!" He roared, and at the same time he rushed towards Ziliang with a big step, and his thick arms were already rim-headed towards him.

Ziliang didn't move, but just stared at Andrew quietly. The light in the room was very dark. Andrew blurred the eyes of the other party, and seemed to see a scarlet red in that eye again.

"What is that?" He was stunned for a moment without control...

He was indeed a person with bad behavior, so before the Jigsaw appeared, he had been in prison many times. There, he had seen all kinds of prisoners, economic prisoners who defrauded money laundered, outlaws who murdered and set fire, and even he had seen several terrifying criminals who had to be locked in isolation areas, enough to be called "killers"!

But... he seemed to have never seen such extremely cold eyes.

Without a slight temperature or a slight pity, the look was like looking at a pinch of dust and a piece of waste paper, which could be torn into debris, burned into ashes, and rushed into the toilet without blinking.

And such a look came from the doctor who looked extremely ordinary in front of him.

"Absolutely an illusion!"

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

Some fears are innate. This is the most precious wealth left by the Creator to every creature. They are afraid of suffering, afraid of being hurt, afraid of death... Andrew didn't know why he was afraid of the doctor in front of him, but he was just afraid.

This fear slowed his fist down a beat.

I saw Ziliang staggeringly take a step back, and the fist almost brushed against the tip of his nose.

Ziliang still had his eyes empty, not even blinking...

Andrew seemed to have not expected this punch to fail, and the huge inertia made him stagger.

Just in this gap, the man in a suit suddenly rushed behind him, passed his armpits through his armpits, and raised it up.

However, Andrew scolded loudly, and began to shake his body wildly, and was about to get rid of the constraints.

"Don't look at it, help!" The man in the suit couldn't bear the power at all, so he shouted quickly.

The uncle who was still in a confused state on the side finally recovered and rushed over and hugged Andrew's thigh.

However... Andrew still struggled hard!

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

......

"puff!"

A crisp sound.

It was like a knife quickly stabbing into a ripe watermelon.

Andrew stopped struggling instantly. He slowly turned his head and looked at Ziliang behind him incredibly. His chin began to twitch, as if he wanted to say something, but he could not make any sound. Then, he fell to the ground with a swaying bang.
Chapter completed!