[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Should I jump into this needle pit?!" the detective yelled in disbelief.

Jack felt that he was looking around, and his eyes fell on himself, not only shrugged: "Don't look at me, brother,? The jigsaw calls for you to go down."

The detective looked at Jack, who was almost as tall as himself, didn't dare to do anything to him, he turned around anxiously like a trapped animal, just didn't have the courage to jump into tens of thousands of syringes.Suddenly he stopped. As if he remembered something, he rushed to the dancer's side, and pulled out the girl who had been trying to narrow his sense of existence, and held him in his arms.In front of the tall adult man, the slender girl had no resistance at all. The dancing girl was held tightly by the grown man, unable to move, and could only scream loudly: "What are you doing!"

Jack immediately understood what he wanted to do: "Hey, you're not doing well, are you?"

"Shut up!" The detective opened his hand and said coldly, "It's not your business!"

He grabbed the dancer's arm, threw her into the needle pit, and watched her fall into the densely packed syringes, making a hoarse scream like metal slowly breaking.The forensic doctor looked at those shining needles, and his back molars trembled. He couldn't help but take a breath, and the detective stood on a high place, with an expression like a cruel slave owner, holding an invisible horsewhip in his hand: " The key,? Find the key!"

"Isn't this considered a violation?" The forensic doctor quietly turned his head towards Jack.

"Not counting,? 'The detective jumped down to find the key' and 'the detective threw the person down to find the key', the essence is the same, Jigsaw just doesn't want me to play the game, you don't do anything. And," Jack glanced at the dancer's arm. "She's on drugs, too."

The dancer writhed in pain while looking for a small key in the needle pit, just like rolling through the hell of blades naked, with ten thousand blades on her body and ten thousand knives on her body.The forensic doctor and Jack couldn't see it, so they jumped down to help. With the efforts of the three, the small key was quickly found and handed over to Jack.The dancer was helped out of the needle pit by the forensic doctor, and she lay limp on the flat ground like mud, with painful sobs coming out of her mouth.To say that the injury was serious, there was nothing at all. The needle only caused a little skin trauma, but the pain and psychological damage were extremely serious, especially for the forensic doctor. He felt that he would suffer from sharp object phobia in the future. The worst nightmare is the pit full of syringes - if he can get out of it alive.

Jack crawled out of the needle pit, pulled out the needle stuck in his arm, and said dissatisfiedly to the detective: "You really have the guts to bully underage girls."

The detective sneered: "Give me the key for a hypocrite."

Jack responded by kicking him hard in the knee.

The detective let out a strange cry and rolled on the ground with his legs hugged.Jack lost his strength when he kicked him, and the wound on his foot was numb from the pain when the detective was injured, but he passed the detective with a deadpan expression, as if stepping over a corpse, although he limped a little.The forensic doctor rolled his eyes, barely controlled his urge to go up to mend the kick, and laughed, "Sometimes I hate that dead lady, why didn't she kick your lifeblood off."

Jack walked up to the safe and opened the door with the key. There was only a stack of documents and a plastic box inside, and a CD was placed in the flat plastic box.

Jack flipped through the few pieces of copy paper. This was a notice report that a detective had been fired from the police force. The reason for his dismissal was improper conduct.There are several letters behind the expulsion notice. It can be seen that it has been placed for a while, and the paper is a little weak in the humid weather in the south.

To Bellamy Quick:

You were once sent to the police station for stealing, but the amount you actually stole was far greater than what was written on the file. You should have faced more than six years in prison, but I helped you escape from this prison. He was released after three months in detention.Now is the time for you to avoid disaster and bankrupt money.Please transfer $4 to this account by 6:16 pm on April 00th, or you know what will happen.

anonymous

To Norris Adams:

You were doing a drug deal at apartment 8 Paster Street on August 6th and I know the drug you had was not a good one - it poisoned someone and the victim lived on West Avenue That poor mother at the end, thanks to you, her child was orphaned.Your crime is enough for you to be taken to court and sentenced to life imprisonment, but now, I decided to give you a chance to be born again, please transfer $809 to this account before 10:19 midnight on October 12th, I guarantee you The incriminating evidence will not be on the sheriff's desk.Remember, don't investigate my identity, or you will suffer badly.

anonymous

To Rosalind Peters:

You killed your daughter in room 4708 of the Pasha apartment. Before the incident, your family property was wasted day by day because of her daughter's drug addiction. You need a sum of money to maintain a decent life.And I concealed the key evidence for you, that is, the neighbors saw two figures at the scene of the crime, which is enough to accuse you of committing murder for huge insurance money.You used to be my mistress, we had a good enough time together, I decided to give you a friendly price, please transfer 8 US dollars to this account before 9:18 on August 00th, otherwise this criminal evidence Will be delivered anonymously to special police, you know who I am

your former lover

Jack read the three letters one by one, and kicked the detective again: "You help criminals conceal their crimes, and then blackmail them."

The detective hugged his legs and hummed: "Do you think I'm the only one in the police station doing this? There's nothing shameful about it, and I didn't kill anyone because of it. You can't vote against me."

Interspersed with the letters were several blurry photographs of him in disguise, often delivered by detectives themselves, not by post, but by door-to-door delivery.In one photo, he was wearing a hooded sweater, carefully stuffing a letter into the mailbox; in the other photo, the detective was wrapped in a raincoat, standing at a street corner with a small camera in his hand, looking like a large Black garbage bags; the last photo is the detective sitting in front of the fence in the interrogation room, smiling at the criminal, the dim light falls on the kind face, and the black and white shadows make it look weird and innocent like a doll fear.

"It turns out that you sent the blackmail letter that lady received. How do you know her address after moving?"

The detective sneered: "She didn't hide her identity, she moved with her real name, which can be found in the police database."

Jack gritted his teeth. The detective was right. He was extorting criminals, but he didn't kill them.However, from this blackmail letter, he got a new clue: "When the crime happened, the neighbor once witnessed two figures at the scene? Why didn't you say it at the beginning of the game?"

"Is it necessary to say?" The detective dawdled, but couldn't get up from the ground, "There were two people at the scene of the crime, which proved that this was a homicide, and at the beginning of the game, Jigsaw said, 'The murderer is between us. middle'."

Jack stepped over him again—on his shoulders, to be precise: "If you could explain that at the beginning of the game, the lady wouldn't have to be lying alone in the morgue."

"What new ideas do you have?" The forensic doctor approached.

"It's not new, it just verified my previous conjecture." Jack half-kneeled in front of the TV, and put the CD in his hand into the player. I ignored something intentionally or unintentionally, and then I discovered that in this case, there is a ghost named 'Alice' hovering."

"What do you mean?"

Jack didn't answer him, he pushed the disc in with his slender fingers, and a picture soon appeared on the TV screen. It was pitch black at first, and then gradually brightened up, showing an empty space covered with pure white tiles. The room, there is an iron chair in the room, a man is sitting there, his hands are tightly handcuffed on the back of the chair, this is an interrogation room.The camera seems to be placed on the table in the interrogation room, facing the chair. The man's head is bowed, and he seems to be unconscious or asleep. People in front of the screen can't see his face, only long, dark hair It hangs down, winding all the way to the shoulders.Soon, in the center of the camera, he woke up, revealing the face hidden under the long messy hair.

Jack froze - at that moment, he thought he was facing a certain mirror, because the man on the screen had the same face as him.

"Good morning, Professor Jack Napier." A man's voice came from outside the screen, and Jack could tell that it was not the detective's voice, "Perhaps you misunderstood what we meant. I have some questions I want you to answer."

Jack saw him on the screen grinning and showing a smile: "New jigsaw."

"Yes, the original jigsaw John Kramer is dead, and his apprentices Amanda Young and Mark Hoffman have been exposed and will be arrested soon. But we found that there are still jigsaw killers active recently Traces, we suspect that he still has an apprentice at large, this mysterious apprentice is called 'The New Jigsaw'. You know Amanda Young is a survivor of the jigsaw game, right? After she cleared the game of death, she became jigsaw The disciples of the first-generation jigsaw game. We will use this analogy to investigate all the survivors of the first-generation Jigsaw game. And you are one of the suspects.” The voice-over paused, “And, according to our investigation, Amanda Young, the first-generation disciple, Used to be your student before dropping out for drugs."

Jack in the video nodded: "Yes, you are basically right, but you are confused about one thing. It is not the original jigsaw John Kramer who kidnapped me at all, but his disciple Amanda Kramer. Yang, the game I passed didn't give me a chance to survive from the very beginning."