The third more

Garion did not stop General Espinas from leaving, making way for the other side to leave.

Everything went in the direction he expected.

His Excellency Montauban, the commander-in-chief of the French forces of the Anglo-French army, stood not far from Callian, kept taking out his pocket watch to check the time, and then raised his head to look in the direction of the door, and the anxious look on his face was unobstructed.

Apparently he was waiting for something.

Garion stepped forward with a wine glass and pretended to be nothing, standing beside Montauban, and whispered, "Your Excellency Montauban looks anxious, and seems to have something on his mind?" ”

"Huh? Is it? ”

Montauban didn't know Garion, but just treated him as an ordinary VIP, and asked hesitantly, "May I ask who you are?" ”

Under the reflection of the crystal lamp, a smile appeared on Garion's face, and he said elegantly, "Please introduce myself, my name is Garion, and I am a friend of Her Royal Highness Princess Mathilde. ”

Lord Montauban nodded slightly, absentmindedly in response.

Garion casually provoked a topic and asked, "I heard that Your Excellency Montauban has gained a lot from the war in the Far East this time?" Many people have become rich overnight in this war. ”

"Hmm...... Sort of. ”

Montauban chatted absentmindedly, "It's just that I grabbed some treasures this time, but in fact, there is not much to envy." ”

Garion deliberately led the topic to the previous Q&A, "By the way, looking at the anxious appearance of Lord Montauban, is he waiting for anyone?" ”

He then said, "Oh, Lord Garion, there is nothing either, I am waiting for my son, who was supposed to have arrived in the banquet hall an hour ago, but has not shown up until now. ”

"It's cold and it's normal to be delayed."

Garion pretended to comfort him, "Don't worry, General Montauban, your son will definitely arrive before the feast begins." ”

Montauban just glanced at Garrian and didn't speak, just stared at the bustling living room with gloomy eyes, and then sighed.

Montauban didn't see a flash of banter in Garion's eyes.

What his son's situation is now, I'm afraid only the young man in front of him knows the inside story.

As Paris celebrated Christmas Eve, Hurst Montauban woke up from a coma and felt a biting chill tugging at every nerve. Struggling to get up from the cold ground, he found himself trapped in a confined space in his thin clothes, with only the candle burning in front of him to bring him a little warmth.

"Where is this?"

Hurst Montauban recalls that he was finally knocked unconscious and unconscious before he left the house. When I woke up, I found myself alone.

He tried to stand up, but heard the sound of chains dragging on the ground. Montauban turned his head to find that his feet were bound by thick chains.

The closed iron door opened a frame, and a gray-white grimace appeared in front of him. Grimace still had a circle of threads on his cheekbones, and his scarlet eyes looked at the young officer in front of him like a messenger from hell.

A hoarse voice came from behind the mask, and said indifferently, "Hello, Lord Montauban. ”

"Who are you? Let go of me! ”

"Do you know who my father is!"

Grimace replied emotionlessly, "I'm Jigsaw, and I want to play a game with you." ”

Montauban said angrily, "Do you know who my father is? He was the commander-in-chief of the French Expeditionary Force! In a word, you'll have to lose your head! ”

However, the other party did not respond to Montauban's anger, but continued to say to himself, "I know the crime you committed two months ago, the army you are loyal to destroyed a rare treasure, a garden of unparalleled value. And you also indulged your subordinates, plundered, forcibly and killed several women, am I right? ”

"So what? Are you going to seek revenge on me? ”

"You have committed an unforgivable crime, but I am willing to give you a chance. As you may have noticed, in such freezing temperatures, it won't be long before you die of hypothermia. ”

Montauban restrained his arrogant attitude, and he noticed that everything that the uninvited guest in front of him said was true.

Seeing that the other party was finally willing to listen to his own speech, he continued.

"There's a shotgun, a saw, and a bullet on the table. The lock can't withstand a bullet, so the bullet contains the only way to set your locked left foot and your trapped life free. But you can only choose one. Because freedom comes at a price. ”

"Let go of me, bastard!"

When the other party finished speaking, the small box closed again.

There was no sound outside the door, no matter how much it was shouted, there was only silence.

In a hopeless situation, Montauban set his sights on the table mentioned by the other party.

In the light of the candles, he saw a shotgun bullet, a saw, and a shotgun on it.

A saw can't cut through a thick chain, but it can cut off its own feet. And the other party has to make a choice for himself, whether to lose a leg and be free, or to be trapped in this prison forever.

The body temperature is gradually draining, and there is not much time left for me. Montauban picked up the saw with trembling hands, and looked at the shotgun on the table, trembling. If he didn't make a choice soon, he would soon freeze to death in this chamber due to hypothermia.

"I, I don't want to die yet!"

Montauban threw away the saw, grabbed the shotgun on the table, and slipped the bullet into the chamber.

Then he pointed to the anklet that locked him, took a few deep breaths, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

If he breaks the anklet, he may never get out, and the saw will not be able to break through the heavy iron door.

Then he aimed his gun at the gate, and if he broke the lock, it would mean cutting off his calf with a saw before he could escape.

This is what the other side calls the price of freedom.

"Ahh

"Bastard, damn bastard!"

Montauban's angry voice was not answered, and he was utterly desperate.

"Bet on it."

He aimed his gun at the door and took a deep breath to calm himself down. The index finger slowly pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Explosions rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

The door lock was not broken, the bullet exploded in the chamber of the gun, directly blowing the right hand that pulled the trigger into a bloody mess, all five fingers were blown off, and the wrist was crumbling, leaving only half of the flesh and skin connected together.

Screams echoed through the chamber, and Montauban cried out through gritted teeth, but nothing but despair answered him.

"Bastards, liars, my hands! My hand! ”

Montauban lowered his head in pain, blood seeping out of his hands, but he saw half of the blown key drop from the shotgun bullet, and suddenly recalled the last words of the jigsaw.

"The bullet contains the only way to set your locked left foot and your trapped life free."

He realized that he had buried his last hope with his own hands.

The burning candle has come to an end, and the only light and hope is suddenly extinguished.

All is back to darkness.

Only cries of pain echoed through the closed dungeon.