"See this?" the jigsaw pointed to the collar around his neck, "heartbeat sensor." Only when my heartbeat stops completely will the door on your side open, and any other method will not work. Don't you want me to join the game? ”

"Then I see," I reached out and grabbed the pistol on the ground, "I'm dead, the door is open on your side, you're dead, the door is open on my side, isn't it?" I didn't need him to remind me that my health was gradually flowing out of my body, which was manifested in the material level, that is, the broken wrist was bleeding seriously, and the previous bandaging was too rough.

"I can go at any time. Jigsaw casually opened the door on his side, "You can't, you can only live by killing me." I'm here now to be a living prop, to make a bet with you to see if you dare to shoot this shot. I want to see one last thing you have to say about your belief in living. "I checked the gun in my hand, Colt 1911, old gun, but well maintained. I don't dare to boast that I know all the guns in the world, but I can still recognize this world-famous firearm. I withdrew the magazine, empty. "There's only one bullet in the chamber, right?" I tossed the empty magazine aside. "Isn't there no chance to read the file in life?" replied Jigsaw.

"Ha, to be reasonable, you really have a lot of routines, I should play with you, although I can't play with you," I played with my pistol, "I believe that your old man will definitely not be willing to give his life here, so does your presence here mean that you are sure that I will not shoot you?" Or is this bullet itself unable to kill people?" I looked at the jigsaw, "If I shoot you, I will lose my humanity and there will be no need to live, right?" "Then this is your answer?" Jigsaw asked. "No, no, no," I stood up with all my might, "if you calculate too much, you will inevitably suffer from gains and losses." You said that it is to look at my belief in life, not at my humanity. Then I can tell you that my belief in living is strong. Not only do I want to live, but I want to live well. So, farewell!" I raised the pistol, although I have not been systematically trained in shooting, but I have also touched the gun and shot bullets, such a close distance can still guarantee to shoot this old man, which shot then I will not be responsible.

"Bang" a bullet flew out, and before the red-hot shell hit the ground, the bullet had already entered the shoulder blade of the jigsaw, and the blood flowed out quickly. But what made me feel very bad was that the jigsaw was still expressionless, as if it wasn't him who was shot.

"Looks like I was wrong. I smiled wryly and threw down my pistol, "It's impossible for an old man of your age to be hit by 1911, and now you can't... WTF!" Before I could finish my sentence, the jigsaw shattered, yes, shattered, and sank into the ground in black splinters, leaving only a puppet in its place, and a mockery on its hideous face.

"It's... There's no way to guess all this with common sense, and I can only lie to myself that I'm really dreaming a realistic dream. "Quack!" Billy suddenly let out a piercing shrill laugh, urgently centering on it, and a white light burst out, engulfing everything.

"Jigsaw, you old bastard! In the end, you still use Billy as a bomb to kill me? I will take revenge for this next life, as a cow and a horse!" (the correct way to say it should be that Lao Tzu will not let you go if he is a ghost)" This is my last thought.

The protagonist dies, and the whole play ends.

The last sentence is nonsense.

The white light gradually faded, and I appeared in a room similar to a white-collar personal office, with windows, doors, computers, desks and chairs, safes, and even a pot of canna..." I looked out the window, and it was white, white. "Well, I should still be dreaming. I said to myself.

I pulled out my chair and sat down, continuing to examine my surroundings. The computer is not turned on, there is no clutter on the desk, only one document except the computer. I picked up the document and saw that it read:

Newcomer Evaluation Report:

Name: Su Ling

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Combat Evaluation: Lao Tzu's novice scene never sets up battles, if you have to let me evaluate this, then I'll tell you, no comment. You should say that I am not friendly, so let me put it another way, the secret of heaven must not be revealed, okay?

Volitional Assessment: Strong. When he was a novice, his attributes had not been strengthened, and he endured the pain of breaking his wrist 100%, and he did not scream, cry, or beg for mercy during the whole process. This is a plus.

Character Assessment: Poor. Call you when it's useful, and get old bastard when it's useless. In order to survive, he actually killed the defenseless lonely old man. However, it is understandable, after all, everything is for life, and it is not considered a minus.

Ability Assessment: Strong. High IQ, strong logic. Don't panic when you encounter things, don't be annoyed when you make mistakes, and you can create talents. can see the subtleties and analyze the overall situation from the details, but some are stubborn and self-serving. Bonus points.

Personality Assessment: It's time to pounce. I'll admit my brother, I can't assess that. It's like a piece of iron, and no matter how much I tease him, I can't feel any joy or sorrow from him. Maybe he's actually a zombie? I suggest I go find Zhong Kui later.

Final Evaluation: Pass. I'm a harsh person, but there's really nothing wrong with this kid that would disqualify him. As for character, it is not important, we have always put ability first. Give to pass.

Reviewer: Jigsaw

Reviewer: Zhong Kui

Reviewer's message: He is indeed not a zombie, but his head is made of elm.

"Uh—" I tried to say something to help me figure it out, "What the hell is this?" "This is your newbie review, but it was already a piece of waste paper when it was given to you, so I recommend throwing it away" A female voice rang out from the drawer of my desk. I opened the drawer and pulled out a... The Rubik's Cube is exactly the sound that this Rubik's Cube makes.

"I'm sure I wouldn't be surprised if this canna slapped me right now. "What happened that night has made me complain, "Okay, what are you?" "I'm your assistant AI in Nightmare Space, helping you answer your questions," Rubik's Cube continued in a female voice. "Great. I replied, "I need someone to answer my questions, um, or something." First of all, why are you a third-order Rubik's cube?"

"My body isn't fixed, it's just a stinky skin. As an AI assistant, we will transform ourselves into the most suitable small object for the owner. Why I am a Rubik's Cube, you can think for yourself. ”“... Forget about this kind of question, it doesn't matter. I looked at a piece of paper that appeared out of thin air on the table, "This thing, it came out of nowhere?"

"These are all kinds of mail. "In this space, any email will appear directly on your desktop in paper form. "Then this computer needs to have a piece of. "I picked up the newly emerged piece of paper that read:

Personal attributes:(The level of a normal person is 10,Regardless of men and women,Let me explain first,The initial strength of the female protagonist is 12,Greater than the male protagonist,It does not mean that the strength of the male protagonist is less than that of the female protagonist in reality,But the average strength ratio of the male protagonist and a normal man is 9 to 10,And the female protagonist is 12 to 10 with the average strength ratio of a normal woman,Converted to the attribute point in the space, the female protagonist's strength is greater than that of the male protagonist)

Strength: 9

Strength determines melee attack and critical damage

Dexterity: 8

Agility determines movement speed, attack speed

Stamina: 11

Stamina determines health (1 stamina translates to 10 health) and various mana

Spirit: 14

The spirit determines the strength of the spell and the speed at which various mana are restored

Constitution: 13

Physique determines the speed of injury recovery and control reduction

Luck: 7

Luck determines critical strike chance and evasion chance

IQ: 16

IQ is intelligence, and as the name suggests, it cannot be strengthened by space

Emotional Intelligence: 13

Emotional intelligence is emotional intelligence, and as the name suggests, it cannot be strengthened by space