All Worlds Madhouse

There are two facilities on the second floor of the basement of the Eternal Life Coffin Mansion.

The first one is the morgue. Since new corpses can be produced every day, this place has become a place that Hannibal and Shirley often visit. As for why they always come here, it is because experiments always require materials, and... You can't go without eating, right?

Besides the morgue, another facility is an [Equipment Studio].

Its owner is John Kramer.

Oh, maybe this name hasn’t appeared for a long time and everyone has forgotten it. So, we will use his pronoun from now on - [Jigsaw].

This facility is full of various materials and countless production tools, some you can understand, and many more you can't understand at all. Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't understand it. Anyway, under normal circumstances, it doesn't matter. Someone will come here because Jigsaw doesn't like to be disturbed.

But today, the door of the studio was unusually pushed open by another person besides Jigsaw. This person was none other than Ziliang.

Since it was the first time he entered here, Ziliang was slightly stunned by the scene in front of him, because the space looked very small from the outside, but once inside, it turned out to be a huge space beyond the scope of physics. Those ten Huge machines several meters high were roaring side by side, some incomprehensible stoves were refining something in the distance, and the sound of steel interlacing could be heard from time to time. Well, this is not a studio at all, but a factory.

"Well, your place is bigger than expected." Ziliang muttered.

"If I were you, I would put out the cigarette. Many of the materials here cannot be exposed to heat. Your ash will probably blow up this place." The sound of jigsaws came from between the machines, Ziliang Looking at the half-smoked cigarette, I could only throw him to the ground angrily and stamp it out.

At this time, Jigsaw also walked out from a corner. It was wearing a long robe-like coat, and its face still looked a little pale under the slightly dim light.

"What's the matter?" Jigsaw asked calmly.

Ziliang scratched his hair: "Well, you should know that we are now being chased by the cosmic consciousness, and in order to survive the next encounter with the cosmic consciousness, we must become stronger."

Jigsaw nodded: "I know, so what? Do you need any props?"

"Of course we need props and other things." Ziliang responded: "But... this is not the purpose of my visit this time."

"what is that?"

"Well, you also know that I am now looking for an opportunity for everyone to grow. Now, everyone else has found their own plane of evolution, and this time, it is your turn."

Jigsaw was silent for a while and then shook his head: "I don't need it, I'm not a combatant, and I won't leave the eternal coffin, so wanting to improve my abilities has nothing to do with my own personal enhancement. It doesn’t matter, if you want to make me stronger, you might as well find me more materials to make props.”

Ziliang nodded: "Yes, of course I know this, but this plane is a bit special." Ziliang looked a little embarrassed and said: "In short, if you can pass the test of this plane, Then you can have a wish come true."

"A wish?"

"Yes, a wish, almost anything."

Jigsaw raised his head slightly and looked into Ziliang's eyes: "Haha, this temptation is not small, but according to my understanding of you, you should do this kind of good thing yourself."

Ziliang shrugged helplessly: "That's what I say, but the wishes that can be realized in this plane must be within the capabilities of the master of this plane. However, the wishes I want to realize are beyond his ability. There are too many abilities. But the main reason is that there is a little misunderstanding between him and me, so I don’t want to show up. Also, you’d better not mention me in front of him.”

When Jigsaw heard this, he naturally captured the meaning of Ziliang's words: "It sounds like you are very familiar with the master of this plane?"

Zi Liang's kidney-deficient face drooped even more bitterly: "Yes, although I don't want to admit it, we do know each other quite well."

Jigsaw said calmly: "Okay, in that case, let's give this opportunity to Shirley. Compared to you enterprising young people, I just want to stay here and play with these parts."

Unexpectedly, Ziliang shook his head again: "I actually want to, but Shirley's existence is too special, because she is not a sin fragment herself. The sin fragment is the G virus, and Shirley is just its... Carrier, so she herself cannot realize her wish to evolve the G virus. Her enhancement can only wait for an opportunity.

Moreover, based on what I know about that bastard guy, you are the most suitable candidate to pass his test, so this time I decided to let you go. "

Jigsaw looked at Ziliang and after a while said, "Okay." He finally agreed.

No matter which plane it is in, the rain at dusk always has many things in common, such as being cold, long, and annoying.

However, people who are in the bar business like this kind of weather very much, because many people do not have the habit of bringing umbrellas when they go out in the morning. Therefore, when it starts to rain, many people will choose to take shelter here. This is also It can make beer that normally cannot be sold have some sales.

Sure enough, the door of the bar was pushed open again. This time, a man of about 60 years old walked in. He was wrapped in a thick windbreaker. It could still be seen that his body was a little thin. I don’t know whether it was because of the cold outside or because of himself. His health was not good. In short, his face looked much paler than normal, and his eyelids were a strange red.

He sat at the bar.

"Hey, it's such a cold day, you have to have a drink." Behind the bar, the bartender was saying to the person next to the old man.

The old man patted the rainwater on his body and said, "Please give me a glass of hot milk."

Maybe it was because there was no hot milk in the bar, or maybe it was because milk was not profitable, so the bartender didn’t want to talk to the old man. In short, the bartender’s eyes did not stay on the old man for a second, and then turned to the person on the other side of him: "Hey bro, do you want a drink?"

Faced with this kind of disregard, the old man didn't care at all. He just shivered, squeezed the cold air out of his body, and then took out a black invitation from his pocket, which was written in white fonts.

【Do you want your dreams to come true】

【18:00 sharp】

【Chelsea Avenue Bus Station】

【We are waiting for you on time】