Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Yes, everyone has a chance to survive.

As for whether you will be lame or paralyzed for the rest of your life, it depends on luck, right?

Transformed into a murderer...

He was a thief, not a killer, and certainly not one who would kill people in front of a few ladies...even if he had just done it.

Call the police.

"You're going to spend the rest of your life in jail, you old bastard."

Cobb didn't want to say anything more to him. In his opinion, this man was half crazy.

"In fact, I will never do that." Jigsaw still looked like he didn't care about anything and pulled the blanket to his neck. "I have cancer and I won't live long. There is no difference between dying in this chair and dying in a special ward in prison."

When the doctor told me that there was no way for me to survive in this era and on this planet, when the death bird landed on my shoulder and sang a strange song, most people heard it with fear, while a few people heard it with madness.

A very small number of them are particularly crazy.

Jigsaw is one of those few.

"After I learned that I was in the late stage, I tried to commit suicide." He tilted his head, his eyes blurred: "But I was lucky enough to survive." It was as plain as a bystander telling someone else's story: "From that moment on, a brand new world, a brand new ideal, a brand new will and pursuit opened its door before my eyes..."

People should respect life.

Whether it's your own or someone else's.

"Oh, you think what you do is 'respecting life'." Mori Yuesha bit her lollipop, sat on the table, and swept some printed materials to the ground with her toes. Nagini staggered a small step without leaving a trace, blocking Dom Cobb who tried to step forward to stop her.

"This old lunatic is bewitching your master... I don't know where you come from or what supernatural powers you have. Listen, maid, since this child knows Miles, I can't look at her--"

"The master is talking, Mr. Cobb."

"Do you know how dangerous he is?! Do you believe this is the first time he has done such a thing?!"

"The master is talking, Mr. Cobb."

"you--"

"A creature that disturbs its master's interest will suffer a fate worse than injecting poison into its veins. I advise you, Mr. Cobb, to be quiet for a while... or else, I'll give you two candies."

Dom Cobb looked at the maid in disbelief as she took out two pieces of candy from her bag and handed them to him. Then, like teasing a child, she asked him to give one piece to his friend...

What are this master and servant doing?

"What drives the master's behavior is 'fun', Mr. Cobb. Here's a suggestion: you should be in awe of the unknown... Eat candy."

The maid took out a few more pieces and stuffed them into the man's hand, then nodded to the other side.

——The two little girls moved their chairs early and lay on the backs to watch the show.

…a bunch of psychos.

Cobb cursed in his heart, but his fingers didn't stop. He tore the candy apart, took a piece for himself, and stuffed a piece into Arthur's mouth.

Chirp, chirp.

Grape flavor.

On the other side, the conversation continues.

"What I did? Of course, kid. No one respects life more than I do." Jigsaw behaved extremely compassionately, and every movement, look, and word showed no alarming aggression - if he hadn't admitted it himself, no one would have been able to tell that the person who committed such a bloody crime was this non-aggressive and gentle old man in front of him.

"I respect life and I also revere life. Some people don't think so and won't do so. Look..." He pointed to the picture played on the screen. At this moment, a rotating circular saw just cut open the abdomen of a middle-aged man.

There is no sound in the old screen, but judging by the degree of struggle, eh…

It hurts so much.

"If he just gives up his hand, he can be saved." Jigsaw shook his head in disappointment, feeling a little angry at him for not fighting back.

Mori Yuesha sucked on her eyeball-shaped lollipop, dangling one leg, and looked puzzled: "Why did he give up his palm?"

"Give up the hand, the weight is reached, the circuit is cut, and the circular saw stops. He can live."

"Well, of course I understand the principles of this kind of crude machine that any self-taught amateur scientist can make." Jigsaw's eyebrows jumped, and when he heard this unpleasant girl puffing up her face and asking, "I just don't understand why he gave up his palm."

Because he had to pass the test.

In the pain and sacrifice, those who pass the test will understand life again.

They will respect themselves and others.

"Oh."

Mori Yuesa blinked a few times thoughtfully.

——Hermione immediately understood that this person was about to start an argument.

as predicted…

"There's a bug, Mr. Treesaw."

"Jigsaw."

"It doesn't matter. What if, I mean what if. What should a person who has no sense of pain do?"

Cobb: ...what the hell is she doing.

"Pain? What's important is not the pain, but the choice between life and death, kid." The old man smiled. Wouldn't he have thought of this loophole? "Humans' tolerance for pain varies greatly, but their fear of death remains the same."

The person being tested will eventually face the ultimate fear of mankind:

death.

They have to choose.

Choose, then wake up.

Respect your own and others' lives, and repent for your own actions.

Understand the meaning of sacrifice.

"You can't take life for granted. You should be grateful for being alive. When I was diagnosed with cancer, I had a—"

"You can, old sawhead."

Jigsaw: ...

Listening to others finish speaking is the lowest level of self-cultivation.

Mori Yuesha held a lollipop in her mouth and pointed at herself with her backhand: "I probably..." She rolled her eyes and counted: "I probably extinguished hundreds of soul fires, countless - that is, what you call human lives. Am I also someone who needs to be tested by you?"

The girl used her index finger as a curling iron to make her black hair even curlier.

Jigsaw narrowed his eyes to distinguish the truth from the falsehood in the words: "This is a belief, child. If you keep doing this, fate will come upon you sooner or later. The judgment of God is passed by the hands of mortals."

"I know how many believers you have. Hera has been found." Mori Yuesha suddenly stopped smiling, with a strange look in her eyes: "This story is really interesting. You know, Mr. Jigsaw. You have a kind of naive philosophy - similar to simple persistence, I have also seen it in another world."

"A high school criminal and a world-famous detective."

"It's a pity that your wisdom cannot be compared with his. You are a bit like that arrogant guy Ye Sheyue... But... it can barely pass the time." The old man saw her jump off the table, running and stumbling around the debris, and came to him.

She looked at him, with beautiful silver ripples in her eyes.

Like a dark lake in the valley that has never been set foot on by anyone.

"You are not afraid of death because you have lost hope early on. Mr. Jigsaw, how about we do an experiment? Or, as you say - how about playing a game?"

"I can keep you alive."

"Want to try?"

Chapter 190 The same fat idiot

Let people survive...

Let me survive.

The old man who had been talking all along suddenly fell into a strange silence.

"How you want to seize the judge's duties is up to you. I'm just a wizard." The crystal rose condensed from ice grew and withered in the palm of her hand: "During this trip, I accidentally got a sorcery that can make people 'eternal life'. I can barely be considered to have witnessed it with my own eyes."

"How's it going, Mr. Jigsaw?"

"Do you want to seize this opportunity?"

Human beings' fear of death remains constant.

Some people are just desperate, but that doesn't mean they have lost the instinct to survive.

Like a jigsaw.

…………

……

"So, you really gave the magic that can make you immortal to the old bastard who kidnapped me?"

Cobb shook the champagne glass in his hand and smacked his lips: "Aren't you afraid that he will continue to cause trouble? I say, let's call the police..."

"How can a wanted person file a police report?"

"I thought Miles told you what happened." Cobb frowned: "I didn't kill anyone."

It wasn't even Nagini and Mori Yuesha's turn to speak. The perceptive academic lady could explain: "Unless you are a murderer, there won't be a wanted order because of a small 'mistake' - Mr. Cobb, you understand. As long as you don't stop stealing things from other people's heads, any large organization with the strength and means will not let you go."

"The higher the status of a person, the more he fears his secrets will be made public. Are you really that naive?"

Cobb was silent for a moment, then raised his head and drank the champagne in one gulp.

Of course he knew.

This is a dead end.

Without enough powerful backing and enough money, he cannot solve the problem of being wanted; on the contrary, if he continues to do so, he will continue to arouse fear.

People like them have a bad reputation. Organizations with the strength to accept them don't need to use such means, but those without the strength...

Those without the ability can only be hired for a short period of time. Then...

Disposable after use.

Spiral of spear and shield.

Cobb and Arthur have also been discussing this issue privately. It's not like they haven't offered themselves up before. Unfortunately...

"The waters of large organizations are too deep, Mori Yuesha. And the more terrifying giants don't need us at all. You don't think that the "Dream Stealer" can really sneak into anyone's dream and steal anything he wants to steal without restraint, right?"

“Dreams can be trained, including defenses against intruders.”

“We are not that magical.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. "No one seems to think you're amazing."

Cobb shrugged: "I thought I would get at least two votes of admiration." He was referring to Draconian and Hermione.

"Your frivolous behavior is very similar to a boy I met a long time ago." Mori Yuesha said casually. She was sitting in a chair at the back, combing the platinum hair of Miss Malfoy, who looked well-behaved.

——The girl is like a Devon cat with big silver ears, elegant with a hint of canine intimacy.

She squinted her eyes and enjoyed the friction of Mori Yuesha's touch on her neck and scalp. Hermione next to her wanted to shake the champagne on the table a few times and stuff it into her mouth.

Except the picture is a bit weird.

Mori Tsukisa said casually, and Cobb asked casually. "A boy? Like me? Then he must be very handsome."

"I'm talking about frivolity. He is a painter, Mr. Cobb. He found his love in a disaster that affected his life..." Mori Yuesa held the comb, and opened her other hand, combing her smooth hair and then moving the comb downwards.

Over and over again.

The sound of combing.

The person who listens feels comfortable, the person who combs his hair feels comfortable, and the person being combed feels even more comfortable.

"Coincidentally, not only are you similar to him, you've also experienced a disaster..."

Cobb glanced at Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa next to the French window, and hesitated for a moment: "You don't want to say that I also found love in this disaster..."

He was responded by three pairs of sparkling eyes.

Hermione:!