Zhang Hu'en was crazy and stepped on the TV screen, and everyone around him looked confused. In fact, Zhang Hu'en was also very puzzled, but he thought that just by believing in Meng Wujian was enough. He was the template of the detective Sherlock Holmes, and he had ten of his brains. Meng Wujian asked him to do this, so he naturally had his reasons, and just relying on the trust in the relationship.

Meng Wujian nodded with satisfaction and said to the buddy who was about to go upstairs:

"Okay, I hope everyone doesn't go upstairs so soon and wait for our news."

"What are you talking about?"

Houdini looked at Meng Wujian and Zhang Hu'en like a dumb geese. She didn't know what the two acts were singing, but Meng Wujian said to him:

"Johnson and I will go downstairs. If I guess correctly, we will probably pull out the jigsaw hidden in the dark so that everyone will be free."

"You are joking, the downstairs are full of mustard gas, and you two will die if you go."

"Drizzt, can I trust you?"

Meng Wujian, who didn't want to mess with Houdini, asked Mo Leng directly. Mo Leng nodded proudly. Zhang Hu'en always felt that this guy's subconscious might not be just cold-blooded and ruthless (advanced). Looking at him being cold, arrogant, and melancholy, Zhang Hu'en really doubted whether this guy came over the wall from the Fourth Hospital.

"Help me watch these three not honest friends, and if they dare to go upstairs within an hour to reveal our whereabouts, they will kill them."

A trace of blood flashed through Mo Leng's eyes and nodded excitedly. Houdini was about to make a few words of pussy when Zhang Hu'en's fierce expression was suppressed. After Mo Leng nodded, she felt something was wrong and asked:

"What if time doesn't allow us to stay here for an hour?"

"I'm already 90% sure that I've reached this point, you have to believe me."

"After 10% of the mistakes will occur."

"Okay, why are you doing a slight slut? Drizzt, just take it as a slight measure of my face."

Meng Wujian said this. Zhang Hu'en was a fool if he didn't understand anymore. He patted his chest to protect Meng Wujian. Mo Leng finally nodded again with certainty, turned around and stood at the entrance of the stairs, blocking the aisle where the three of them went upstairs, and his eyes floated around them, just like a butcher saw three fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Melbourne, I really hope you won't come back, but I wish you two fools good luck."

Houdini stood at the entrance of the corridor in a pantomime tone and said to them that Meng Wujian and Zhang Hu'en walked downstairs one after another. From the 6th floor to the 4th floor, a strong smell of mustard began to invade their nostrils. Zhang Hu'en quickly covered his mouth and nose, and Meng Wujian smiled and said:

"It's useless. Mustard gas spreads from the skin as fast as it travels from breathing. We have already been hit and we can't get rid of it."

"Are you considered a deathbed?"

"Think about it, but there is a 2 to 12-hour cycle from inhalation to attack, which is enough for us to use."

"If the jigsaw is not underneath, won't we die in vain?"

"...... Since you are so unsure, why should you choose Bailey?"

"I see that you have used all the bad reasons such as being naughty. You must have wanted to arouse my disgust, so I did as you wish."

Meng Wujian was silent for a while, and then said with a wry smile:

"Then you can only treat the dead horse as a living horse!"

“…You are guessing too?”

"Half of any truth comes from speculation, I hope my guess will come true."

The further down, the stronger the smell of mustard, Zhang Hu'en felt a spicy feeling that rushed straight through his mouth and nose. Although he knew that it was useless to cover his mouth and nose, he still unconsciously covered his mouth and nose. Meng Wujian kept walking in front, all the way down to the second floor of the underground. The light yellow mustard gas was already thick enough to form. He looked at the passageway on the second floor of the underground floor of the second floor of the underground and said to Zhang Hu'en:

"Can you get it open?"

"I'll try!"

Zhang Hu'en leaned against the cement wall and took three steps back. He used his strength to hit the shoulder. Some mud was rubbed down by him. Looking at the intact cement wall, Meng Wujian shook his head and said:

"We go back to the first floor, and the underground floor has somewhere where mustard gas seeps into it, and maybe the floor there is more fragile!"

"Wait, I'll try again!"

Zhang Hu'en refused to walk back, took nineteen steps back, and retreated into the aisle of the stairs. His muscles were tense, and he took a big breath of mustard gas, holding back the stinging pain in his lungs, and his whole body focused on his right arm, rushing towards the newly built cement wall like a wild horse.

"Boom!"

Meng Wujian came through a human-shaped hole, pulled Zhang Hu'en, who was buried in the pile of bricks, patted the gray on his body and said:

"One is the most intelligent person in the world, and the other is unparalleled in gods and ghosts. I found that we can really become golden partners!"

Zhang Hu'en touched his broken right arm and said with a bitter face:

"I'm still two hours away to live, what's the point of being a partner?"

Meng Wujian smiled and said to him:

"We're here, let's see where our Jigsaw is?"

Zhang Hu'en and Meng Wujian began to search in the parking lot on the second floor of the underground, but after searching the entire parking lot, they did not find half of the so-called jigsaw. Zhang Hu'en was a little annoyed and sat on the ground and touched his right arm. A numbness began to drill into his wounded arm. He looked at Meng Wujian who had not given up yet and said:

"Hey, there's nothing? Stop looking for it. Sit down and rest for a while. After all, it's considered a disaster. I'll die comfortably in the last two hours."

"Don't you find it strange?"

"What?"

"What's missing?"

"What?"

A cold air suddenly rushed to Zhang Hu'en's forehead. He immediately understood what was missing, so he stood up again, looked at Meng Wujian, whose face was already sallow, and said:

“Erikson.”

"Yes, don't you think that elevator should be parked on the 6th floor?"

Zhang Hu'en looked at the elevator they reached and found that the number on the elevator turned out to be 1. The two of them fumbled to the elevator entrance. Zhang Hu'en pressed the door opening button and heard a gunshot. He was shot on the pillar opposite the elevator.

Zhang Hu'en rushed from the side, but the figure in the elevator did not give him any chance. Two sounds of pistol bullets fired, knocking Zhang Hu'en down in the elevator. Meng Wujian followed him in and was also shot in the leg and knelt on one knee in pain.

The fat man in a black robe kicked Meng Wujian over with a kick. He shot Zhang Hu'en twice on the arm and found that he had fainted. He then opened Meng Wujian's left leg with a gaze, then walked out of the elevator casually, took out a remote control, pressed the green button, and a sound of a fan sounded in the underground parking lot. Soon, the light yellow smoke was sucked away. The fat man took off his gas mask, came out of his bag, took out two pieces of alkaline tablets and put them in his mouth to chew. Then he threw the gas mask on the ground, squatting beside the weak Meng Wujian.

"Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, you are much smarter than I thought. In order to deal with you, a smart person, I have tried so much effort to arrange this scene to let you know the difference between mortals and God. Unfortunately, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

Meng Wujian coughed and said with a smile:

"Erikson, I have doubted you since your second broadcast."

"Oh, am I so obvious?"

"It's too obvious. The front and the back are just two people broadcasting. Why does your tone and style become completely lively when you die? A lively version of Jigsaw...Ahem...it really makes people feel happy."

"...You're crazy than me, okay, but this one is not enough to convince me. Are there any mistakes I have?"

"Even if you inhale mustard gas, you shouldn't give up taking the elevator. After all, mustard gas is not a nerve-like gas. You can go up to the sixth floor to die with us, but you don't."

"Maybe I'm completely desperate, maybe I can't withstand the toxicity of mustard gas. You should know that many fat people have poor physical fitness."

"So I called you a damn pig in the rape game. But strangely, a jigsaw that likes to retort and use other people's ** to sarcastically mock the other party, this time he didn't say anything and chose to ignore this topic. Is this a kind of inferiority complex? Ah!"

Erikson poked the wound on Meng Wujian's leg with a gun and retorted unhappily:

"I hate smart people, especially smart people like you who like personal attacks. I think we can still communicate in the way of civilized people instead of using savage means to enhance feelings. I have another question, I am very curious about how you discovered that Bailey is a traitor."

Meng Wujian coughed with a smile, and mustard gas had already begun to attack his circulation system. Seeing this, Erikson took out two tubes of yellow liquid from the small bag on his waist, and inserted a needle into Meng Wujian and Zhang Hu'en's neck. A hot warm current immediately rushed towards their limbs.

Meng Wujian looked at Erikson in surprise and found that there was not much murderous intent in the latter's eyes, but there was a slight scrutiny. He reluctantly struggled to sit up and said:

"What do you want to do, why should you save us?"

"Answer the question first, how did you find that fool Bailey in Melbourne."

"It's very simple. If you presumably know how to jigsaw, only our chemist, Mr. Bailey."

"...a bit far-fetched, okay, you're really smart, but why did you choose Nanding instead of Bailey?"

"Because if I choose Bailey, I'm clearly suspicious of you, so I won't choose him."

"What about him? Why did he choose Bailey? Didn't you two collude in advance?"

"He's blind."

Erikson's mouth twitched, he stood up with his pistol and said:

"Give you a multiple-choice question, join the chainsaw door and become my disciple, or drink bullets and go to hell to atone for sin, you only have 5 seconds...5,4,3..."

“We are not interested in cults!”

Erikson turned around and saw Zhang Huen standing in front of him like a bear. He was shot in disbelief, but found that his hands could not move. Gradually, he saw his blood-spraying neck, then his back and kneeling legs, then he found that he actually saw Melbourne upside down, and then, there was darkness.

Meng Wujian looked at Zhang Hu'en and cut off Erikson's neck with a knife, and extended his hand to applaud. Zhang Hu'en sat on the ground with a butt. His actions just now had exhausted all his strength. He smiled and accepted Meng Wujian's joke, saying:

"Hey, what the hell do you design can be attracted by a jigsaw."

"What do you think?"

When Zhang Hu'en saw him picking up the pistol that Erikson dropped beside him, pointing the black muzzle at his eyebrows, and his smile gradually disappeared from his face. He reached out his hand in surprise and blocked Meng Wujian's face and asked:

"You...you are..."

"Bang!"

Meng Wujian looked back and fell down, and died with his eyes closed. Zhang Hu'en wiped the pistol clean and stuffed it back into Eriksen's hand. He looked back at Zhang Hu'en and said:

"It's a pity that I didn't confirm until just now that I can't control you completely."

Then he lay on the ground and shouted:
Chapter completed!