"Sweat represents physical labor..."

"Salva represents communication, negotiation..."

"Blood represents crime...well, there is also blood donation?"

In front of a large black-framed TV, the man with curly hair was slightly tilted, and his right hand unconsciously stroked his hair, with a strange smile on his face.

In fact, he was laughing all the time.

There were traces of being cut on both sides of his mouth, and the two scars made his lips look like they were laughing strangely all the time. Combined with the white paint that covered his entire face and slightly faded, it was a classic look of a circus clown character.

"What an interesting show..."

...

Jigsaw secret room.

Arthur Jackman looked at the metal floor that was as smooth as a mirror, and seemed to understand something. He leaned over and did push-ups in the not-so-wide work area.

One...two...

Five...six...

Nine...ten...

With just one tenth, Arthur Jackman's body, who had not been out for a long time, could no longer bear it. His chest was undulating violently, and his arms were trembling with soreness.

"No...no, take a break."

The hand that was holding the floor softened and Arthur Jackman hit the ground.

He hasn't exercised for too long, and habits are really a terrifying thing. When he gets used to being lazy, a little bit of fatigue can easily defeat his perseverance.

After a few breaths, Arthur Jackman remembered his current situation and looked at his prison uniform... It was very dry.

The temperature in the work area is slightly better than the corridor, but it is still not warm. With just the amount of exercise of ten push-ups, you can't even get a drop of sweat.

"Stay for two minutes and keep doing it after two minutes."

Arthur Jackman resisted his resentment towards the Jigsaw, made up his mind, closed his eyes and began to rest and calm down his chest as if he was about to explode.

Two minutes later...

"Two minutes shouldn't have arrived yet? It probably didn't have, it's only such a little time..."

"My arms are even softer...rest for another minute..."

"Anyway, you can stay outside for more than ten hours. Don't worry, you can rest for five minutes, and you will definitely get up after five minutes..."

The demon named "Lazy Cancer" constantly destroyed Arthur Jackman's will, and his rest time was extended indefinitely, and the low and hoarse voice seemed to completely ignore him and never appeared again.

More than half an hour later, Arthur Jackman leaned against the wall and was already drowsy, with his eyelids lifting up and over again.

Huh ~

A slight cold wind blew in.

The already cold body was blown by such a cold wind, and finally completely awakened Arthur Jackman's rationality.

It's not at home now!

If this continues, he may really be frozen to death and starved to death. He cannot hope that a kidnapper will forgive him mercilessly and support him for free.

"Damn it."

He finally gritted his teeth and got up, looked at the still bright ground, but in the end he was not determined to lie down.

“The showroom on the left can receive salary and some gadgets you may need…”

Recalling the words of the previous voice, Arthur Jackman came to the groove of the left wall.

This display stand is a rectangular notch recessed into the wall. The notch is divided into two upper and lower layers. The upper layer is connected to a small hole, which should be the place where the coins are released, while the lower layer is sinking at the bottom, becoming the shape of a small box.

There are only two things in the box.

There is a small dagger less than a slap, and there are two photos.

The knife was within his expectations, but after seeing two photos stacked on the back, he hesitated for a moment, looked down at his lower body, and finally plucked up the courage to reach out and pick up the two photos.

The first photo shows a strong man with only a loincloth. The strong man is bulging with muscles, and seems to be oily, revealing an attractive bronze color.

Oh, there is a small bubble next to the strong man's head, probably the kind of bubble that shows the conversation in the comic, which says: "Baby, get to know him, he is called Billy Haidon~"

“…”

Arthur Jackman's hand trembled uncontrollably, and inexplicably felt a tightness in his anus, and hurriedly stuffed the photo under another photo that was stacked up.

At the same time, the picture on another photo was also revealed.

This is an extremely fat white woman, her limbs and torso are like white tires stacked, and she is also holding a steel wool ball in her hand and brushing the wooden stick on her left hand.

Like the previous photo, there is a bubble next to the head of an obese woman: "Sweetheart, can you learn about the happy ball of a rich woman?"

"Haha~ Devil! You Devil!"

While a vomiting desire came, Arthur Jackman quickly let go of the two photos as if he was bitten by a snake, and roared in a bit of mental breakdown or hysterical manner.

It was okay not to use these two photos, but suddenly after the impact of this scene, the determination and courage he had already plucked up disappeared in an instant. Under this mental pollution, he knew that it would be difficult for him to load the bullet in a short period of time.

Even the dagger, which was already mentally prepared, had no courage to pick up again. He roared and scolded alone for a while and then collapsed on the ground against the wall.

"I'm not a devil, my name is Jigsaw...a tireless educator."

When his scolding stopped, the low and hoarse voice finally rang out, and he said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "In addition, congratulations on missing a good opportunity to take advantage of the game bug. From now on, you must look at these two photos to allow 'activity'."

Understand that this voice was deliberately attacking him, Arthur Jackman did not respond, and he was not in the mood or strength to scold the "devil" anymore.

Of course, this is because he didn't know that his ugly appearance had been played in Gotham City, otherwise he would have to jump and scold his mother.

Although Gotham is in chaos, not everyone is a criminal, and not all areas are in chaos and disorder.

The Gotham people in front of the TV were frightened when they saw this kind of kidnapping and imprisonment. Everyone was worried that this absurd trial would fall on their heads.

Batman still punished his sins and did not take any action, but this jigsaw that suddenly appeared may not be necessary.

And if you are a soft-hearted person? If such a ridiculous crime is to be judged, no one in the world will be innocent, and he is simply a complete madman.
Chapter completed!