The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 87 Ziliang's Game ([-])
The recording ended here, and everyone looked at Ziliang and Andrew cautiously in horror.

"What does he mean!" Andrew roared angrily.

Ziliang quietly put the player into his white coat pocket.
"Obviously, when in a coma, this 'jigsaw' should have fed you and me a key, which means we only have two ways to get out of here.

Number one: wait a few hours and pull it out, or choke it out now.But I think that "jigsaw" should not play such a boring game, that is to say, the diameter of this key is definitely not able to go up through esophageal reflux, and it is even more impossible to pull it out. The specific operation is very simple, just Its outer layer is covered with a layer of absorbent sponge that can ferment and expand, or something like plastic.In short, for a short time, the key will stay in your stomach and mine. "

"What do you want to say?" Andrew seemed to realize something, he roared with his eyes wide open, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, the human esophagus can swallow by itself, but it doesn't have the ability to wriggle and squeeze upwards."

"Damn, I didn't ask this." Andrew said angrily: "I'm asking what the second method is!"

"Oh, the second one, it's very simple, as long as we take it out." Ziliang said slowly, and then put one hand on the top of the stomach, making a "cutting open" movement.

Everyone's body couldn't help trembling.
"What kind of shit method is this! Damn it! You fucking bastard!" Andrew yelled, his two thick arms flicking and pulling indiscriminately, so as not to swing the uncle with glasses next to him.

"Be quiet!" the man in the suit shouted, "There must be another way!"

"No, there are only two openings in the digestive tract, the upper one and the lower one." Ziliang said softly.Then, he pointed to a corner of the room.

Everyone looked over, and in a shadow, there seemed to be a short-handled sickle that was very common in suburban farms.

"Look, the jigsaw has prepared tools for us very considerately, so that you and I can save a lot of time." Ziliang smiled, and deliberately met Andrew's eyes, as if in It's like luring him to kill himself.

"It can't be like this." The old man with glasses shouted, "Maybe there is a way, I mean, we can't be at the mercy of that madman!"

Well, it seems that in this kind of life-and-death game, people's world view is gradually no longer tense. Even the bespectacled uncle who has always been very cowardly calls 'Jigsaw' a 'lunatic'.

"Oh, is this game really just for the so-called 'salvation'?" Ziliang thought with a little disdain.

at this time
Just hear the "wow" sound.

The sick guy who had experienced the game once spit out a mouthful of blood, and then leaned against the wall with an extremely painful expression.

Erin hurried over to help the man.

"It seems that the toxin has begun to take effect." She murmured.

This sentence, for everyone now, is undoubtedly worse.Especially Andrew, he rubbed his head desperately, but couldn't think of any way!
However.
"Oh, by the way, I suddenly thought of a question." Ziliang said suddenly.

"What did you think of?" Everyone looked at him.

"It's a very interesting question. I think everyone inhaled the poisonous gas at the beginning, right?"

"Say what you want!" Andrew shouted.

"I want to say. Why use gas? This kind of gas with delayed effect is difficult to configure, and when it is released, it needs to build a pipeline in the wall. Since we just want us to be poisoned and die within three hours, Then why didn't he give us an injection when we were unconscious, or directly pour a bottle of poison, that would be much more convenient."

"Then who knows, maybe he just wants to show how clever he is in preparing poison!" Andrew said viciously.

Ziliang shook his head, revealing a gentle smile that was extremely out of tune with the current situation.

"No, is there another, bigger possibility that he can't inject us at all?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

"As for the reason." Ziliang continued indifferently: "Hehe. Do you think this 'jigsaw' was also locked in a certain room at that time?"

"you mean"

"Yeah, I mean, that 'jigsaw' might be among us."

There was a sudden silence, and everyone thought for a moment, subconsciously moving away from the people around them.

"Damn it, who is it? Come out to me!" Andrew yelled. It has to be said that 'Jigsaw''s evaluation of Andrew is very appropriate. This guy is indeed violent, and of course, his brain is not so good.

"Stop shouting, this is just a guess, and, why did Jigsaw do this?" the man in the suit asked.

"He's a lunatic." Ziliang responded: "There are many criminals who like to return to the scene after the crime, and some people like to leave some clues at the scene to play with the police. This kind of psychology is very common. Within a year, he forcibly manipulated the city into what he wanted, and kept saying that this was to create a 'sinless world', but now it seems that this kind of rhetoric seems to be just what he gave himself. What you do is a mediocre to excessive explanation.

So rather than those high-sounding truths, I am more inclined to another reason. That is, there are no monitors here. "

"Ah?" Everyone seemed to have not followed Ziliang's train of thought.

"I looked at all the rooms on the way here, and there is no surveillance camera installed in any place." Ziliang continued to speak slowly, and then he suddenly looked at the man in the suit: "What do you do?" asked.

The man in the suit was stunned: "I, I'm a businessman!"

"I guess you don't live in the city."

"How do you know!" He shouted nervously.

"It's just a guess." Ziliang pointed to his feet: "Everyone doesn't wear a lot, but you wear such thick socks. I think you at least flew over from another cold place, and your clothes The oil stains on the collar and cuffs can be aligned. To be honest, it is difficult to make the collar and cuffs stick together when eating in a normal posture. Only when you bend over and curl up. For example, in the small space of an airplane seat, Oh, I'm not saying you don't have a private jet, I'm sure you're flying first class."

(End of this chapter)