[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

The forensic doctor wanted to ask again, but Jack didn't answer. He looked at the puppet as if he was sleepwalking, with a dreamy look on his face that was half-dream and half-awake.If a forensic doctor has ever been to the world of Batman, he will find that Jack's expression is exactly the same as that of Dr. Milton when he was arrested. Murderers will always dream unconsciously when they realize their long-cherished wishes, as if the soul has left the flesh for a short time /body,? Detectives sometimes make the same mistakes as they do,? The truth is like a free shot of heroin for a drug addict whose mind is temporarily shut down by a tsunami of pleasure opened.

Jack's thinking stopped,? He stood in place,? He didn't make any movements.The detective passed him, and walked towards the closed door.The medical examiner looked left and right and called out, "Hey, what do you want?"

The detective shook the wire he got from Jack's mouth not long ago: "As you can see,? Open the lock."

"This... this doesn't follow the rules of the game. Jigsaw wants us to shoot, or find the murderer."

"Who will stay here to play games with a perverted serial killer? Waiting for him to pierce our feet into lotus roots,? Or let us randomly pick someone to push into the needle pit?" The detective squinted at him contemptuously,? "Fuck his game rules, you stay here and play house with that idiot, I'll go first."

As he spoke, he inserted the wire into the small keyhole. Suddenly, the forensic doctor found that he froze, as if he had been turned into a stone statue by Medusa's eyes in an instant. All the muscles in his body were dead. Set in that moment.He didn't understand what happened yet, just as he was about to pat the detective on the shoulder, Jack woke up from a wandering dream, and pulled him violently: "Don't go, high voltage!"

The forensic doctor understood that there was a high-voltage electricity connected behind the door lock, and the detective got an electric shock when he poked the wire in. If he touched it, he would fall to the ground with him.No wonder the jigsaw left the little wire in Jack's mouth. It turned out that the back hand was waiting for them here.

They took wooden sticks from the room full of light bulbs, and carefully pushed the detective's dead fingers away. The detective fell to the ground with a bang, making a dull sound like a heavy stone brick.The forensic doctor dragged him away from the place of electric shock, then bent down to touch his wrist and neck, and put his ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. After a while, he raised his body and shook his head at Jack.Jack himself put his hand under the detective's nose, and it was a moment before he was sure he was not breathing.

he died.

The dancing girl backed away slowly, leaning against the corner of the wall, keeping her legs, curled up into a small white ball.Two people were reduced in just one hour, and the shadow of death crushed the thin girl's defense line. She buried her face in the shadow, shrugged her shoulders, and sobbed softly: "We will die... we will die, we will all die ...nobody can get out, we're all going to die here..."

The forensic doctor hesitated for a while, but still chose to let Jack handle the body. He walked up to the dancer, hugged her shoulders, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, it will be fine, we just wait for rescue..."

Jack dragged the detective's heavy body into the morgue, and laid the detective flat on the iron plate of the morgue. There was not much damage on the surface of the body, except that the skin at the ends of the limbs was black, and the color seemed to be rotting. .Jack opened the fingers of the dead body and saw the iron wire he was holding tightly. The thin section of the iron wire was turned gray-black by the high-voltage electricity, as if covered with a layer of lead ash. He picked up the iron wire, and the section The blackness reflected in his pupils reminded him of the upturned smiling face on the puppet, and he hesitated for a moment before putting it back into his mouth.

No SMS?

He sighed, groped around his body, and it took him a long time to remember that there was no more smoke.

23 hours later.

We were only about ten hours away from the 36-hour blast.Everyone agreed that the game was suspended, waiting for rescue, but waiting was also a kind of torture. They lay on the ground without a drop of water, fell asleep drowsily, and tried not to exercise as much as possible to maintain their strength.The light in the room is pale. When the scythe of death is about to fall at any time, no one will turn off the light. Even if you know that hope is false, the light still comforts people.

The lady can rest, and the two gentlemen take turns keeping watch.

Jack was sitting in the corner, suddenly the light flickered, burst out with the sound of electric sparks, went out, and the room fell into darkness.

The forensic doctor was half asleep and half awake, and was awakened by this small voice: "What's going on?"

"The power went out. It should be something wrong with the circuit." Jack turned on his phone, and a small glowing screen illuminated his face.

The dancing girl curled up in the darkness: "What time is it?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon, lady," Jack replied, "Is your cell phone dead?"

The dancer seemed to be nodding her head, she didn't know what expression she showed: "Well, because I can't calm down, I always check the time, so..."

"If there is no rule of 'no watching other people's mobile phones', maybe we can remove the battery of the mobile phone and use it for a mobile phone, so that the power can last a little longer." Jack sighed, his mobile phone showed that the battery was only 33 %, this is the oppression of the jigsaw. Once the mobile phone automatically shuts down due to insufficient power, they will not be able to vote. Even if they know who the murderer is, it is useless. He took the mobile phone as a flashlight and stood up from the ground, "I remember that There are still candles in the kerosene room, I'll go get them."

"Be careful." The forensic doctor warned.

The dancer lay back and was next to the forensic doctor. It was autumn, and the temperature in the room was very low. They had to lean close together to keep warm with each other's body temperature, trying to reduce heat loss.She opened her eyes wide in the dark, and felt the forensic grunt along her trembling spine. The little man could still fall asleep in this situation. A scream came, driving away the sleepiness of the two of them.

The forensic doctor scrambled up from the ground. In just a few breaths, the screams from afar became louder and more distorted. It was like a steel knife rubbing against the bones, and it was like boiling water. The screech of steam passing through the kettle's spout, then the howl of pain that crested and faded to a tooth-sick whisper.He turned on his phone and rushed to the kerosene room with the dancer, where they saw a shocking scene: a man fell to the ground, his whole body was burning with flames, and his flesh was bitten by the flames like wax tears The fat and flesh slid off the bones one by one, and were burned into charred charcoal.

The bright flames illuminated the eyes of the two people present, and the forensic doctor hurriedly dragged the dancer back, staring at the burnt corpse: "Jack!"

The air was filled with the smell of barbecue, which gradually overwhelmed the pungent smell of kerosene. The smell of food made the forensic doctor's abdomen squirm a few times, and the sour water climbed up his throat, almost nauseated.The human body is like a flammable pine branch in the flames, making a low crackling sound. I don’t know if it is an illusion. The forensic doctor feels that the flame burning on the human body is different from other flames. Its outer flame is faint blue, like jumping in a tomb of phosphorous fire.

They stood outside the door and waited for a while until the fire was completely extinguished before they dared to open the door to see the horror inside.

Thoroughly burnt—that was the forensic doctor's first thought when he saw the body.

The corpse was lying on its back, its skin was scorched black, like an overheated barbecue, and it couldn't see the appearance before birth at all.The forensic doctor squatted down, opened the overcoat worn by the corpse, and shook his head, indicating that he was dead.The dancer held his arm tightly, as if she was afraid that if she took a wrong step, the two of them would get separated in the darkness.The white light of a small mobile phone illuminated the faces of the two of them. They were like two deep-sea jellyfish clinging to each other, tightly intertwining each other's tentacles.There were only two of them left.The forensic doctor lowered his head and hugged the corpse in grief: "Jack..."

It was evident that Jack fell while going to get the candle, and the flame from the candle ignited the kerosene on him.Dry fabric mixed with kerosene made the best firewood, and the flames engulfed him. The screams they heard when they came just now were his dying moments.

The forensic doctor gave the mobile phone to the dancer and asked her to watch and light it up. He dragged Jack's body into the morgue, where there were already two dead bodies lying there.

The white shroud was like twisted and disorderly tears of wax, outlining the vague outline of the human body under the shroud. The dancer saw the detective's body, one of his hands was exposed, and he was wearing a loose wrist watch.She couldn't help reaching out to touch the corpse, the skin of the corpse tightened, the fingertips and palms were so pale that there was no blood at all, only the joints were slightly reddish, but the rigor had fixed it into a shape like iron claws, and was again The low temperature freezes like a mass of cold and hard ice.

The forensic doctor put the charred body on the mortuary table and covered him with a shroud. After doing all this, he slid down in grief, lost all strength, knelt down on the ground, and said in prayer: "Oh, It's not true, Jack..."

Suddenly, he felt something cold against his neck.

The dancer stood silently behind him, and at some point a pocket knife appeared in her hand. The sharp blade was pressed against the forensic doctor's throat, and the artery would be cut open in the next second.A dense layer of cold sweat appeared on the forensic doctor's forehead. He raised his head, and under the white light of the mobile phone display, the girl's face was no longer immature and beautiful, but ferocious like a gargoyle, with beautiful eyes and slender eyes. The eyebrows and the small nose were squeezed together, and the cheeks were raised high, revealing a smile that was more vicious than that of an adult. He trembled, and it took a long time before he said: "You are the murderer? Why...you are just a little boy who bullies Alice. Girl, there is no you at the scene of the crime!"

"Who said I wasn't there when the crime happened?" said the dancer softly, her voice like a breeze blowing in her ears, "Did you, Sherlock Holmes, who was charred black, ever tell you, 'Maybe the dead What about someone else'? As long as you think about it along this line of thought, isn't the answer right in front of you?"

The forensic doctor trembled even more: "You...you are Alice?"