[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Didn't give you a way to live?"

"Yeah,? The keys didn't match, the key that came out of my gut wasn't the key to the lock at all. That girl, the disciple of the jigsaw,? From the beginning wanted me to die there,? No matter which choice I made, It’s a dead end. If I were a jigsaw, I would definitely give her a failing grade.” Jack shook his wrist, and the sound of metal colliding was very crisp, “No matter what the purpose of killing people is, you must abide by the rules of the game, right? Otherwise, what's the point of games? Right."

"Since the key she gave you doesn't match,? Then how did you escape?"

Jack sticks out his tongue, a black wire coiled around the tip of his tongue: "Very few people check other people's mouths. I take advantage of that,? Hide little things under the tongue,? And that's when it saved my life." Life."

The interrogating policeman signaled another policeman to take out the thing in his mouth, and the latter stepped forward and roughly stuffed his fingers into his mouth,? Suddenly the policeman withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded ,? There were several deep bloody wounds on the fingers, and bean-sized blood beads flowed down from the wounds.Jack's lips moved, like a snake spitting out its letter. Everyone could see that he was biting a folding utility blade, and the blade was still stained with blood.

"Be very polite, gentlemen. Elegant demeanor will save you from suffering." Jack spit out the stack of blades and wire on the ground, and opened his mouth to show everyone the bottom of his tongue, to make them sure that there was It's empty.He didn't have any wounds in his mouth,? No one knows how he hid the blade in his mouth without cutting himself,? At least before that, there was nothing unusual about his pronunciation.

There was the sound of clothes rubbing off the screen, and the interrogating policeman seemed to adjust his sitting posture: "We are looking for a 'new jigsaw', are you not afraid that your performance will arouse our suspicion?"

"People like us who have our own creed and can sacrifice everything to practice it, can't tolerate guys like us getting too close-I call this the principle of madmen repelling each other. One madman cannot bear the existence of another madman. , as the orientals say, 'one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers'." Jack snorted, "I'm not interested in jigsaws, disciples or any new jigsaws, let alone become his for the sake of 'letting people know the beauty of life' Disciples, I'm afraid you have found the wrong person."

The policemen were silent for a while, then began to talk in low tones.The lens cover of the video camera on the table was covered, leaving only a black screen on the display screen. The police officer who held the video camera thought it was turned off, so he let go and talked to other colleagues: "Do you believe what that Jack Napier said? ?"

"Although I don't think he's lying, it's not a question of whether you believe it or not. He has an alibi. When the new jigsaw committed the crime, he was in college. We were brought by him for interrogation just to go through the process, but he never said anything. It really surprised me when I spat out the knife."

"Here is the record of his regular return visits to a psychiatrist, and he is not mentally normal."

"I hope the next suspect is a normal person. The wound on my finger still hurts. Can I get a vacation with the excuse of getting a rabies vaccine?"

"I don't think so. Let me see...another suspect...Here, David Jeremiah, a former cop until he got fired for indecency."

"Has he ever played a jigsaw game?"

"No, but Mark Hoffman, the most notorious disciple of Jigsaw, was once his colleague. Moreover, the time and place of the 'New Jigsaw' event coincided with his schedule."

The video ends here.

Jack stroked his chin, thinking for a long time.He has no memory of this video, and the shooting time should be within three months of his amnesia.The first generation of jigsaw killer, that is, the most familiar old man, John Kramer is dead, and his two disciples, Amanda and Hoffman, are on the way to escape, but now there is a new disciple who inherits his mantle , the cops in the video dubbed him "the new jigsaw."Just like now, it was the new jigsaw who planned this game and kidnapped them.And he participated in the old man John's game, and he is the suspect of the new jigsaw. The other suspect is David Jeremiah, that is, the private detective next to him who has been expelled from the police force for his improper style. He often blackmailed criminals and sent blackmail letters to his dead lady.

"Could the jigsaw be you?" Before he could speak, the detective stood up and said to Jack.

Jack chuckled: "It is indeed possible, after all, I have lost the memory of these three months."

The detective paused for a moment, and snorted, "Give me the wire in your mouth."

Jack closed his lips, his tongue pressed against his cheek, his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and he spit out a length of finger-length, saliva-stained wire.

Jigsaw wasn't careful enough. If Batman was here, he would deftly pry open Jack's mouth to examine it. He knew the Joker liked to hide things in his mouth, and Jack had perfectly inherited his little hobby.This problem is not limited to clowns. Some prisoners will hide tools at the end of their digestive organs. Some even tie one end of a fishing line to the front teeth and the other end to an iron nail, and then swallow the iron nail. Nails hanging in the esophagus brought into Arkham.Later, every lunatic who entered Arkham had to be checked under X-rays, which could help the guards find hidden gadgets.

The detective picked up the piece of wire with a cold expression on his face: "This is the only one left?"

Jack opened his mouth, and there was nothing under his tongue.

The forensic doctor leaned closer to Jack again: "You have something on you that can unlock, why don't you just use it?"

"Follow the rules of the game, too much cheating will sometimes hurt you." Jack shrugged, "And I don't need cheating to win, why use tricks that are not visible?"

"You just gave him the wire?"

"Guess that thing will win him the game or kill him—you guess."

"Don't play charades, the wire was left for you by the jigsaw on purpose, right?"

"It's getting harder and harder for you to fool, Edward." Jack smiled in a low voice: "Yes, you can get this video, jigsaw-new jigsaw, you must know that I like to hide some toys in my mouth, but he Didn’t take it away, but left it on purpose, which means that he has his own means to deal with me, and he is not afraid of me playing some tricks to unlock the lock.”

"What does New Jigsaw mean by handing over this tape to us? To prove 'you were once a suspect in the same case'?"

Jack was silent for a long time before saying, "No, this is a confession."

"Confession?"

"Yes, the confession of the new jigsaw, 'I am among you'." Jack licked the corner of his mouth, revealing a pale and terrifying smile.

The people with their own ghosts maintained a strange silence, like twisted ocean currents colliding with each other under the calm sea.They came to the last room.

The room was small, square, and simply furnished. Opposite the door they entered was a small closed door. In the center of the room hung a funny puppet. The puppet was painted white and wore a green hat on its head. A wig, a simple red smiling face painted on the face, wearing a purple tuxedo, an egg yolk vest and a green French shirt. The scarlet letter: "Shoot me (Shoot? me)!"

In front of the puppet sits a silver pistol/gun, which also has "HAHAHA" written all over it in red paint.

At this time, the TV turned on as usual, and it was still the strange puppet with blushing cheeks: "Hello, everyone, I want to play a game with you, the rules are very simple. You must be complaining about the rules I set for you It's too fancy, so you can't figure out who is the murderer and who is the informant, so I want to give you a simple way to pass the level. Do you see the closed door? That is the door to go out. Open it, you are free, the game is over, the collar will not explode, everyone wins. And the way to open the door is: pick up the pistol/gun, shoot at the puppet, no matter where you shoot, as long as you pull the trigger, the door will open On. However, please remember that all early game endings have a price. And that price is that the shooter himself loses the game in exchange for everyone else surviving. If anyone is willing to sacrifice himself, please take the Gun. From now on, life or death is up to you to choose. Then, the game begins."

A silence.

Jack stood for a while, then walked forward slowly, picked up the pistol/gun, and aimed at the colorful puppets.The puppet was facing him, and the upturned smiling face on the white paper was very vivid, like a bloody, pointed crescent.

For a moment, the forensic doctor thought he was going to shoot, because the expression on his face became extremely ferocious, and the lava-like anger shone in his golden eyes. It seems like a kind of purposeless religious fanaticism, only for a illusory totem.But the distorted fierceness like a wolf and a tiger only appeared on that pale face for a moment, and then subsided like wildfire. He turned back into an ordinary mathematics professor. In the eyes of everyone, he slowly let go of that handle. /gun.

"Why didn't you shoot?" the detective asked anxiously.

Faced with this mentally handicapped problem, Jack didn't even have the mood to answer, and just rolled his eyes at him.

"What did you find?" The forensic doctor dragged him aside.

"Oh?"

"It's in your eyes that you say, 'I've discovered something that I'd rather not have'."

Jack paused for a few minutes, then lowered his head: "It's getting harder and harder to fool you. I'm familiar with that doll, and it reminded me of some... not very pleasant memories. Then these memories made me have Bad inference."

"Bad inference?"

"Yes, I should have understood that there is a way for everyone to survive. This is just a game of words, playing with words, so that the detective has no sense of accomplishment-the so-called confession of the new jigsaw, and the iconic not Funny joke." Jack stared at the puppet, the crooked crescent reflected in his golden pupils, "Damn it, this is so funny, I know who the new jigsaw is."