All Worlds Madhouse

"Just himself?" Billy hesitated: "What does he need to redeem himself?"

Ziliang's figure swayed with the light. "So, you don't understand at all. Everyone has something they want to redeem in the end, such as life."

"Just life?" Billy suddenly screamed.

Along with its scream, the whole factory seemed to suddenly boil. From every corner where the light could not shine, on the ceiling, at the corners of the machine tools, and from the gaps in the steel, countless Billy dolls suddenly crawled out. Like locusts, they piled up into a dense ocean and swarmed up. In an instant, they surrounded the entire room. Thousands of dark eyes stared at Ziliang with obvious anger, and the wooden joints interacted with each other. The collision made a dense sound that gave people goosebumps.

"Are you saying that Jigsaw is the kind of person who puts life before his will? You are insulting him! You are slandering! You are slandering!"

"You're farting!" Ziliang completely ignored the horrific scene and interrupted Billy's scream lightly. He put the ax on his shoulder and took a step forward. The light was blocked by his body, leaving only There was a shadow hanging from the sky, and two scarlet gazes that pierced the heart.

"Those who say that will and ideals are more important than life are just poor ignorant people who have never experienced death. They can only put on high-sounding faces and shout about truths that they have little understanding of. .

Everyone's life is the most precious, so one's life should be treated with the most cherished eyes. What happened to good and evil? What about good guys or bad guys? Those are just a framework for people's self-definition, rather than a carrier of the meaning of life.

Jigsaw's will is never to punish, never to comment on good and evil.

He just wants people to understand the simplest but most easily forgotten truth: life needs to be cherished. "

Billy was silent. He seemed to want to shout something to push back this sloppy doctor who didn't know how to behave, but the wooden mandible only opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out.

He is a puppet. I know that this setting is a bit magical, but so what. This plane just needs someone who has watched Jigsaw from the very beginning, watched everything he did, and watched him grow from the beginning. From the beginning when I was suffering from a terminal illness to the formation of the first game, I watched everyone involved in the game from the beginning to the end.

That's why Billy appeared. He thought he understood what Jigsaw was thinking and carried Jigsaw's will. This was the reason for his existence.

And when its heart was shaken, Billy seemed to suddenly lose the meaning of his existence.

In fact, as long as he gives an order now, those workers and puppets will rush up in overwhelming numbers and tear this hateful doctor into pieces in an instant.

But it didn't, because it felt that what this person said seemed to be right.

"jigsaw"

This is a code name, a synonym for devil, a word that as long as you hear it, you can think of cruelty and pain in your mind.

But [John Kramer], under these, has another meaning deeply planted.

Yes, this does sound a bit unrealistic. It is too difficult for people to understand using pain to explain life.

But as I just said, you can only truly understand life when you face death.

So you can curse the absurdity of this will, laugh at it, and get angry.

John Cramer never cared.

He was just waiting quietly for his salvation and death.

Jigsaw is dead.

Billy lowered his head, and his face made of wood showed no expression, but he exuded a silence that was very inconsistent with the atmosphere at the moment.

In the distant corridor, the crazy workers suddenly stopped. They piled up at the narrow entrance, and the mountain of piles suddenly collapsed. The puppets rustled down, forming a dark sea. The workshop below seemed to have a power outage. The roaring noises fell into silence. Everything became silent except for the sound of moths hitting the light bulbs.

"Am I wrong?"

Billy murmured.

Ziliang didn't answer, he just kept quiet.

"So, back to my original question, where is Jigsaw?"

Billy shook his head: "Where is he? Haha, heaven or hell, how do I know? He is dead, dead!"

"I know, but what happens if you die?" Ziliang said: "Didn't I say that only by facing death can you understand Jigsaw's will, so... I have died too."

Billy was suddenly startled. He raised his head and looked at Ziliang in surprise.

"Believe me, death is never the end. You just need to tell me where he is. Even if it's just a corpse."

"Can you resurrect him?"

"I didn't say that, but the human will can exist completely apart from the body. Cancer can only kill his body. Jigsaw cherishes life incomparably. This cherishing has been transformed into a will that is higher than life. So... I can try."

"You have to promise."

"I don't have time to promise you anything here." Ziliang said: "My body can't last long. Now you either believe me and give me the jigsaw, or you kill me now and take me with you." With Jigsaw's will as you understand it, continue to control the world.

It's up to you to choose what the ending will be. "

Ziliang said, his always casual tone finally seemed to be a little more serious.

It is true that he cannot hold on for much longer. The regenerative ability of the blood of Tithonus can indeed help Ziliang's low-end to cope with the side effects of adrenaline, but nothing can appear out of thin air. Those repaired muscles and tissues require the support of energy. , now Ziliang can feel that the cursed blood is hollowing out his body. After a while, his muscles may atrophy, and his heartbeat and brain may collapse.

So he's betting.

The choice to bet on Billy is also the choice to live or die.

In these few quiet seconds, which were also extremely long seconds, Billy finally raised his head.

Although he didn't say anything, with a roar, a wall of the office suddenly rose up, and a burst of cold air instantly filled the entire room.

Ziliang turned around and looked at the inside of the wall. A freezing cabin made of steel scraps was lying there quietly. There was a small piece of glass on the cabin door, which could be vaguely seen through the cold air. An old man in his 50s lay inside.

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