The recording ended here, and everyone was frightened, or they looked at Ziliang and Andrew cautiously.

"He...what does he mean!" Andrew roared angrily.

Ziliang quietly put the player into his white coat pocket...

"It's obvious that when we were in a coma, this 'jitter saw' should have fed you and I each ate a key, which means there are only two ways we want to leave here.

First: Wait for a few hours to pull it out, or now you tuck it in your throat and spit it out. But I think the "jiuzha" should not play such a boring game, which means that the diameter of this key is definitely not something that can be reversed by esophageal reflux, and it is even more impossible to pull it out. The specific operation is very simple, it is to wrap it with a layer of absorbent sponge that can ferment and expand, or plastic, etc. on the outer layer. In short, the key will stay in your and my stomach for a short time."

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

"Oh, it means that human esophagus can swallow itself, but it does not have the ability to squirt upward..."

"Damn, I'm not asking this." Andrew angrily: "I'm asking what the second method is!"

"Oh, the second type is very simple. Just take it out." Ziliang said slowly, then put one hand on his stomach and made a "cut-open" action.

Everyone's bodies couldn't help but tremble...

"What kind of shit is this! Damn it! You fucking bastard!" Andrew shouted, his two thick arms slashing randomly, and he was hanging without swinging the glasses next to him.

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

"No more, there are only two mouths of the digestive tract, the upper part and the lower part." Ziliang said softly. Then, he pointed to a corner of the room again.

Everyone looked over and saw in a shadow, and there seemed to be a very common short-handled sickle on a suburban farm.

"Look, Jigsaw has prepared tools for us very considerately, so that you and I can save a lot of time." Ziliang smiled, and looked at Andrew's eyes deliberately, as if he was seducing him to kill himself.

"No," the glasses shouted: "Maybe there is a way, I mean, we can't be merciless!"

Well, it seems that in this game of life and death, people's worldview is gradually no longer tense. Even the glasses uncle who has always acted very weakly directly called "jiuzhe" "crazy".

"Ha...Is this kind of game really just for the so-called 'redemption'?" Ziliang thought a little disdainfully.

Just then...

I heard a "wow" sound.

The sick guy who had experienced a game suddenly spitted out a mouthful of blood and then held the wall, with an extremely painful expression.

Erin hurried over and supported the man.

"It seems that the toxin is starting to take effect." She murmured.

This sentence is undoubtedly a worse injury to everyone now. Especially Andrew, he rubbed his head desperately, but couldn't think of any solution!

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 in the beginning had sucked in that toxic gas, right?"

"Say whatever you want!" Andrew shouted.

"I'm trying to say... why should we use gas? This delayed gas is difficult to configure, and it also requires a pipeline to be built in the wall when it is released. Since we just want to kill poison within three hours, why wouldn't he give everyone an injection or just fill a bottle of poison when we are in a coma, which would be much more convenient."

"Who knows, maybe he just wants to show how clever he is in configuring poison!" Andrew said viciously.

Ziliang shook his head and showed a gentle smile that was extremely inconsistent with the current situation.

"No, there is another greater possibility... Could it be that he can't inject us at all?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"As for the reason," Ziliang continued lightly: "Haha...you guys say, would this 'jipper' be locked in a room at that time...?"

"You mean..."

"Yes, I mean, will that 'jitters' be among us?"

After a sudden silence, everyone subconsciously became far away from the people around them.

"Damn, who is it? Come out for me!" Andrew yelled, and I have to say that the "Jigsaw" commented on Andrew very appropriately. This guy is indeed very violent, and of course, his brain is not that easy to use.

"Stop shouting, this is just a guess, and why does the 'jizzaw' do this?" asked the man in the suit.

"He is a lunatic." Ziliang responded: "There are many criminal murderers who like to return to the scene after the crime, and some people like to leave some clues on the scene to play with the police. This mentality is very common. Within a few years, the "jippers" forced the city into what he wanted, saying that this is to create a "crimeless world". However, now it seems that this statement is just an explanation of what he did to himself, from a slight to an excessive explanation.

So I prefer another reason to those high-sounding principles...that is, there is no monitor here."

"Ah?" Everyone seemed to have not kept up with Ziliang's idea.

"I came over and looked at all the rooms, and there was no monitor installed in one place." Ziliang continued to say slowly, and then he suddenly looked at the man in a suit: "What are you doing?" he asked.

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

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

"How do you know!" he shouted nervously.
Chapter completed!