"Calm down! Jack! Put the gun down! Monica tried to get closer, but Jack was already sensitive at this time, and did not hesitate to open the insurance and force Monica back up. Monica could only use words to try to calm Jack down, but it was clear that she was not a master hypnotist, and that would do nothing but stimulate Jack even more.

"I say! Go down! Don't push me! Jack's eyes were red and he looked very hideous with a pistol. So that the two women had to step back towards the box.

Both Monica and Miranda realize that Jack has lost his mind and doesn't have much time left. In this room, Monica and Miranda glanced at each other and agreed on a rare silence. They stopped talking and walked into the hole under the box.

After seeing the two women go down, Jack cautiously approached the entrance of the cave and looked down with his pistol raised. I saw that although it was not completely dark below, it was not very bright, and it was obvious that something was illuminating.

"Hey! What's underneath? When Jack saw the two women go down, he made no sound, and cried out with fear in his heart.

But there was still no response from below, which made Jack only feel more uneasy. Suddenly, as if he had guessed something, could it be that the two women had found the key to unlock the collar around their necks? The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, so he simply walked on his own.

Below the entrance to the cave is a staircase, and when you go down the stairs, you will find a passage underneath. Concrete walls on both sides had apparently been built for a long time, and apart from the three or four pipes that extended into the front corners, there were only dim light bulbs hanging from above, barely illuminating the surroundings below.

Jack swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shouted into the darkness ahead, "Hey! Where are you? ”

"Right behind you!" An indifferent voice sounded behind him, Jack only felt a chill behind him, and subconsciously turned the head of the gun, but it was too late. Monica rushed out of the shadows and smashed him with a fist, so that she couldn't even hold the gun in her hand and threw it out.

Jack still wanted to struggle, but Monica was a person who had been systematically trained, and she beat Jack all over the face with three strikes and five divisions, and soon passed out.

But when Monica looked up, she saw the muzzle of a black hole again.

"What are you doing!?" Monica looked at the woman who was still on the same side a moment ago with some anger.

Miranda sneered: "Do you still want to pretend?" Jigsaw!? ”

"What are you talking about? I don't understand! We're running out of time! Monica yelled at Miranda, and she pointed to the time around her neck, which was only 6 minutes.

"Originally, I was very puzzled about who deliberately designed this death game for the name of jigsaw. Until I've been in for so long, I haven't thought about it. Miranda slowly stepped back, "But it wasn't until the Hoffman Detective spoke that I suddenly realized everything. So whether you admit it or not, I can already see that you are the jigsaw who emailed me! ”

Monica's face instead of that frightened expression and artificiality, as if relieved, said: "I found it, it's actually not a big deal, after all, I've done it obviously." It's just that I'm wondering, what do you see from Hoffman's words? ”

Miranda slowly retreated, and Monica moved forward at the same speed, and the two of them disappeared into darkness in the dim light. Miranda's voice came from the darkness: "I felt something was wrong at the beginning, and although I saw with my own eyes that you all woke up in a coma, I didn't see how you got in. I don't even know if any of you are pretending to be asleep.

One thing Detective Hoffman reminded me of was that we were all in the jigsaw death game. Later, you also explained when those of us participated in the life test of jigsaws. You were clever enough to deliberately erect two targets, Jack and Hoffman, two people who had not participated in the test of life that the jigsaw himself devised back then.

While this succeeded in drawing my attention to the different points of time, it was easy to tell that you, who were familiar with the material, were the only ones of us who had not participated in the life test of the jigsaw. Or... You've been there and we don't know it!

Thanks to Detective Hoffman, his words reminded me once again. Almost all Jigsaw disciples, including me, have a bad habit of watching every life-testing game up close. Even Rohm, the bastard who likes to kill at will, has a habit of monitoring death games through cameras. So I wondered, could there be one of us who designed this death game?

Finally, of course, I would like to thank Detective Hoffman for his deathbed words. The people who designed this death game know each of us who play the game very well and have deliberately set traps to match our personalities. Emily, Rom, Jack, and even Detective Hoffman, what each one of them will do, is almost all in his calculations. And the only one who can do this, and who is present, is Monica.

So, with that said, don't you want to say something? Ms. Monica, who calls herself Jigsaw? ”

Monica slowly walked out of the darkness, came to the light, looked at the muzzle of the black hole not far away, and said, "Don't retreat, behind you is the last gate, and the collar key around our necks is inside." But... Don't open that door at random, because even I don't know what's inside! ”

Miranda hid her expression in the darkness and couldn't see clearly, but her voice betrayed her: "What do you mean by that?" ”

Monica replied with a frown, "In fact, from the moment you talked about the situation behind the gate, I realized that this was not the playground I designed!" Because... The place I arranged was an abandoned hotel, not an abandoned factory! I was really caught in this game, not by myself. I've seen the printout of the email Hoffman found, and it's not where I informed you.

As you said, everything is designed by me, but there is only one real target, and that is Jack. He was tested twice in the jigsaw, but I only name the last one. The only accident that made me more certain that the game was out of my control was Hoffman. Hoffman wasn't in my plans, he was brought here. And one more person, someone we didn't know was spying on us in this place!

Believe it or not, in my design, there shouldn't be a mechanism in the gate, no one is going to die in that place. And at the stairs we came down, there would be a test, but it was gone. This life test is no longer under my control. So... If it follows my arrangement, there will be a final test behind that door, and the key to unlocking the neck collar should also be inside. But... I don't know the trials inside... What exactly! ”

The veins on Miranda's forehead bulged faintly, "This damn death game is not a test, it should be designed by you!" If you don't know what's inside, then go inside yourself! See for yourself what's inside! ”

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There's one more chapter later.,End this plot.,I'm almost sorry for writing.,I can't write this kind of plot anymore.,Residual thoughts.