After the panic, Connie calmed down.

Just walking alone under the silent moonlight, it is still inevitable that the palms of my hands will sweat.

There was a thunderclap on the flat ground before, but now the dark clouds have dispersed again, and it seems that there is no trend of rain.

Connie clutched her phone, her eyes hot.

She couldn't go to Sherlock, she couldn't go to the team, she was almost forced to cry by herself.

And the reminder sent by text message was not to let her leave.

The madman, going to let her into the warehouse, the original basement.

Connie felt a little desperate, and even if Sherlock looked back afterwards and realized that something was wrong, she might not be able to tell that she had re-entered the warehouse.

And Bill died in front of the eyes of the two.

It is impossible to live such an unrecognizable death.

It is even less likely that he would have guessed the qiē that was being discovered by now.

Even, even if she died, maybe in the end there would not even be anyone who found her body.

Someone like Bill can't have a partner.

But if he has a partner, it can't be much better.

Connie wanted to tearfully step into the place where Sherlock had been imprisoned, the new wooden bench and the rope scattered on the ground still in place, mottled with blood on the ground, and many of Bill's tools.

The room was filled with a fishy smell, as if it had been carried by the night wind from a certain direction.

Following the prompts on her phone, Connie found the secret entrance.

At the bottom of the airy floor, who would have thought that there would be a secret entrance here.

Following the prompt, Connie walked to one of the four corners, the slightly raised brick right up to her chest.

Removing the brick, Connie saw a glove.

The rough concrete wall showed a slight spike in her eye, and Connie reached inside, her fingertips sliding hard against the spike.

Her expression distorted for a moment, but because she was facing the wall, the camera couldn't capture her subtle expressions.

After a pause, she took out her gloves, and the expression on her face was as good as ever.

As usual, the head of the pile was put into the hole, and the blood stains left on the fingertips were smeared on the corners of the bricks, and it was impossible to see without looking closely.

Connie dared to do this, but she also guessed that the person would not appear, otherwise there would be no need to control her with this mobile phone.

The team will not leave here for two and a half hours, even if the dam matter is resolved in advance, they will always call her mobile phone to ask.

Neither Bruce nor Sherlock have any trace of her, and her disappearance will always attract attention.

So for the time being, she's safe.

If only Sherlock had noticed something was wrong sooner...... She may still be saved.

The lyrics of brain damage, she has long memorized by heart.

Obviously, it didn't go according to Bill's plan.

"If the clouds burst, thunder will sound in your ears. You shout, but no one hears you. If you're in a band and start playing different tunes, I'll go see you, on the dark side of the moon. Connie thought that even if this qiē thing needed the right time and place, Bill would have calculated it very well.

Natural phenomena can be predicted in advance.

She shouted in the jungle, but no one heard.

Although the last two sentences made her a little confused, the missing paragraph made her even more creepy.

Putting on her gloves, Connie walked to the designated location, where one of the walls was completely removed.

Connie looked at the slowly moving wall, revealing only a gap large enough for her to enter sideways.

I can't tell where the mechanism is, and it doesn't look like it's a manual mechanism anymore.

In the black, the first thing you can see is the steps under your feet.

“GOIN.” She stopped where she was for a long time, unable to lift her feet, until an impatient urge came from her phone.

She stepped into the darkness, and suddenly, the lights in the stairwell were on, and the wall behind her was closed, rubbing a long line of fear.

She stood on the highest staircase, with an endless staircase in front of her.

Someone will build a palace underground, and she will be forced to embark on an endless journey.

Step down the stairs and come to a door.

This paragraph alone took her ten minutes.

Looking at the delicate electronic doors that didn't fit in with the rough walls, she was reminded of the explosion under the Statue of Liberty.

The hand with the glove was placed on the fingerprint lock, and the door slowly opened.

The moment the door opened, a strong smell came to my nose.

Like a chaotic flow of air, it crashed straight into every cell of her.

Standing in the doorway, Connie felt as if her feet were fixed on the concrete floor of the doorway, unable to move.

I was screaming in my heart, frantically begging for help.

“getin!”

This time, it's not a text message, it's a broadcast in the room.

The deep male voice let out an impatient cry.

Removing the gloves and throwing them on the ground, Connie felt like she was breaking down.

"Who the hell are you!?"

"What are you going to do!"

Behind the door, there is a real room, and above the ground, it looks as if it has just been built.

But, on the ground, there was a lot of blood.

It's like a sea of blood.

Only a little bit of marble is exposed.

On the radio, a timer suddenly sounded.

Needless to say, Connie knew what it was.

Because with the dripping electronic sound that seems to be time-keeping, there is also a clearly visible, heartbeat sound.

Broadcasters and monitors were installed in all four corners of the room.

In an instant, it seemed to spread from one corner to the entire room.

Even if she was only standing in the doorway, she thought she was surrounded by the sound of her heart.

One, two, as if two hearts were beating in her ears.

That's, Pauline and Jasmine's, heart sounds.

Gritting her teeth, Connie stretched out her feet and stepped into the room.

The cold touch came from the soles of my feet, and I forcibly resisted the feeling of nausea in my heart.

Connie knew that it was the blood of countless people.

Fill the room.

The door behind her closed automatically, and the sun in her heart seemed to be annihilated in an instant.

She stepped step by step, even with caution, with a faint sound of standing water.

It was the sound of a sea of blood, and she felt like she was walking in hell.

A white curtain hangs not far from the corner.

The entire room seemed to be deliberately directed towards the white curtain.

She walked over to the curtain, and this time, without prompting, she pulled it open first.

Under the white blazing lamp, there was an operating table, covered with a brand new white cloth, but the white cloth had been mostly stained with blood.

The bright red blood lingered along the white cloth and the operating table, dripping into the sea of blood on the ground, and the drops hit the sea of blood, swinging in circles of ripples.

Without looking, she could almost see the hideous face through the white cloth.

After death, his eyes widened, and he looked unwilling and jealous.

"This is the first level of the game. Patchwork for a limited time. Sew the body back to its original shape. ”

"You have 20 minutes. My dear. ”

"The first time I played, I deliberately lowered your difficulty."

A cheerful voice echoed throughout the room, and Connie could hear his breathing.

The tick-tock timer sounded again.

Connie lifted the blood cloth, her pupils narrowing to the smallest in an instant.

"Ahh Connie couldn't hold back her fear and finally screamed.

Her feet were soft, and she sat in the blood, her hands on the ground, and the blood soaked to her wrists.

On the operating table, there is a corpse that has been cut into pieces.

Bill's head, placed in the very center.

And the part from his waist down, all gone.

"Crazy! You lunatic! Connie broke down and screamed frantically, but the man seemed to enjoy her breaking down and going crazy.

Bloodthirsty laughter filled the room.

"That's right, I love that. But cutie, you only have eighteen minutes left, and if you don't get this piece of the puzzle together, your two sisters will be blown into the same pieces of meat as him......" At the end, he took a breath, as if he had thought of something delicious.

Thinking of Jasmine and Pauline, and Sherlock, Connie couldn't help but sob.

He stood up on the operating table again.

Bill's eyes were still open.

There is still the madness of death in his eyes.

Trembling and reaching out to cover his eyes, Connie placed his head on the top of the operating table.

"As long as I piece them together within the allotted time, you'll let them go?"

"Choose one of the two." In the middle of the night, an answer came over the radio.

Connie exhaled deeply: "Okay, don't break your promise, or ......"

How else? She has no capital to threaten at all.

There was a chuckle on the radio, as if mocking her incompetence.

"Otherwise, how are you?"

"Otherwise, I'll kill myself here." She spoke suddenly, and the expression on her face was extremely calm.

"In this way, you, and your game, will be buried in the ground forever, and will not see the light of day!"

"Pauline and Jasmine are dead. Sherlock will still find you and kill you. ”

"At the end of the day, you won't even get a tombstone with a name."

"If you dare to break your promise, we will die together." She spat out word by word, tears still on her face, but she didn't see the weakness and madness she had before.

"Hahaha...... Good! is worthy of the person he fancies. Deal. You've got 16 minutes left. Failed...... It's also a choice of two. ”

In a moment, there was laughter on the other end of the radio.

Connie picked up Bill's neck, her palms trembling.

She doesn't do surgery to close wounds, but she does a little bit of needlework.

Closing her eyes, she exhaled deeply.

Connie, be calm, just sew a dummy, a puppet.

After a long time, she opened her eyes.

His eyes quickly swept over the fragments of the corpses.

Put them in their approximate position and start sewing quickly.

In the brain, Connie hypnotized herself over and over again, not to be confused by the bloody gas, sweat broke out on her forehead, dripping down, her hair, hands, and even the pants on her lower body were all stained red with blood, and occasionally sweat dripped into her eyes, and Connie didn't care about wiping it casually.

By the time she had sewn up half of the corpse, almost the whole body had become a bloody person.

With a slight numbness in her eyes, Connie sewed the body together and lifted Bill's half of the body as the man commanded.

There are three minutes left on the timer on the phone.

"I'm done." She looked at the monitor and said numbly.

"Good. It's your reward. The man was so pleased with her cousin that he didn't know where to open a mechanism that drained all the blood and water in the room, and the milky marble slowly revealed, and Connie threw Bill's body on the ground: "Now, let them go." ”

"Huh...... Don't worry, cutie, I said, choose one of the two, naturally I won't lie to you. ”

"If you win, one of them will live. Take your pick. ”

Connie picked up the ambiguity in his words.

"You lied to me!" If one can live, the other will die!

"I'm not that stupid, you wouldn't be stupid enough to believe that I was going to defuse the bomb in their stomachs, one must be two."

Connie was silent for a moment, her strength drained.

"I know you're still going to play games, and if I win, you're going to have me call the hospital and defuse the bombs in the stomachs of the two people." She knew what he wanted.

"Okay." He smug, "But if you lose, you'll be back to square one......"

Her lips were bitten and tattered, and Connie licked the blood from the corners of her lips, and there seemed to be a hot breath in her dry throat.

"Okay."