king of movies

Zhang Huen stomped on the TV screen like crazy, and the people around were puzzled. In fact, Zhang Huen, the person involved, was also very puzzled, but he felt that as long as he believed in Meng Wujian, he was the template of the great detective Sherlock Holmes. One child is worth ten, Meng Wujian let himself do this, naturally he has his reasons, as long as the trust in the relationship is enough.

Meng Wujian nodded in satisfaction, and said to the buddy who was about to go upstairs:
"Okay, I hope you don't go upstairs so quickly and wait for our news."

"what are you saying?"

Houdini looked at Meng Wujian and Zhang Huen like a goose, not knowing what kind of oboe they were singing, Meng Wujian said to him:
"Johnson and I will go downstairs. If my guess is correct, we will probably pull out the jigsaw hidden in the dark, so that everyone will be relieved."

"You are joking, the downstairs is full of mustard gas, you two will die if you go down."

"Dizzy, can I trust you?"

Meng Wujian, who didn't want to mess with Houdini, asked Mo Leng directly, and Mo Leng nodded proudly. Zhang Huen always felt that this guy's subconscious might not be as simple as being cold-blooded and ruthless (advanced). Looking at him, he was sometimes cold and sometimes arrogant. , looking melancholy for a while, Zhang Huen really wondered if this guy came out of the fourth hospital over the wall.

"Help me keep an eye on these three dishonest friends. If they dare to go upstairs within an hour and expose our whereabouts, kill them."

There was a trace of blood in Mo Leng's eyes, and he nodded excitedly. Houdini just wanted to say a few words about Pipi, but was pushed back by Zhang Huen's ferocious expression. After Mo Leng nodded, he felt something was wrong, and asked:
"What if time doesn't allow us to be here for an hour?"

"It's come to this point, I'm [-]% sure, you have to trust me."

"There are still [-]% mistakes."

"Okay, what are you doing with your mouth, Drizzt, just take it for my face."

Meng Wujian's words have come to this point, Zhang Huen is a fool if he doesn't understand, he patted his chest to protect Meng Wujian, Mo Leng finally nodded affirmatively again, turned around and stood at the stairs, blocking the three People went up the hallway, and a pair of eyes floated over them, like a butcher seeing three fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Melbourne, I very much hope you don't come back, but good luck to you two idiots."

Houdini stood at the entrance of the corridor with a sour tone and told them that Meng Wujian and Zhang Huen walked downstairs one after another. After going down from the 6th floor to the 4th floor, a strong smell of mustard began to invade their nostrils. Covering her mouth and nose, Meng Wujian smiled and said:
"It's useless. Mustard gas travels as fast from the skin as it does from the breath. We've already caught it, and there's no way to get rid of it."

"Are you trying to die?"

"Forget it, but there is a period of 2 to 12 hours from inhalation to onset of mustard gas, which is enough time for us."

"If the jigsaw wasn't down there, wouldn't we have died in vain?"

"...Since you are so uncertain, why did you choose Bailey?"

"I see that you even used such a lousy excuse as your obscene appearance. It must be to arouse my disgust, so I did as you wanted."

Meng Wujian was silent for a while, then said with a wry smile:
"Then only a dead horse can be treated as a living horse doctor!"

"...Are you guessing too?"

"Half of any truth comes from speculation. I hope my guess will come true."

As he went down, the smell of mustard became stronger. Zhang Huen only felt a pungent rush through his mouth and nose straight to his forehead. Even though he knew it was useless to cover his mouth and nose, he still covered his mouth and nose unconsciously.Meng Wujian walked in front all the way down to the second basement floor. The light yellow mustard gas was already thick enough to take shape. He looked at the cement-pasted passageway on the second basement floor and said to Zhang Huen:
... "Can you open it?"

"Let me try!"

Zhang Huen leaned against the concrete wall, took three steps back, hit it hard with his shoulder, some plaster was wiped off by him, looking at the intact concrete wall, Meng Wujian shook his head and said:
"Let's go back to the first floor. There is a place where mustard gas seeps into the basement floor. Maybe the floor there is more fragile!"

"Wait, I'll try again!"

Zhang Huen refused the idea of ​​turning back, and took nineteen steps back, all the way to the aisle of the stairs. His whole body muscles were tense, and he took a big breath of mustard gas, suppressing the sharp pain in his lungs, and concentrated all his strength to On his right arm, he slammed into the newly built concrete wall like a wild horse.

"Boom, boom!"

Meng Wujian came through the big human-shaped hole, pulled up Zhang Huen who was buried in the bricks, patted the ashes on his body and said:
"One is the best in the world, and the other is unparalleled. I found that the two of us can really become a golden partner!"

Zhang Huen touched his broken right arm, and said with a bitter face:

"There are still two hours to live, why are you still a partner?"

Meng Wujian smiled and said to him:
"Here we are, let's see where our Mr. Jigsaw is?"

Zhang Huen and Meng Wujian began to search in the parking lot on the second basement floor, but after searching the entire parking lot, they did not find half a hair of the so-called jigsaw. Zhang Huen was a little annoyed, and sat on the ground and touched his right arm, feeling numb. The itch began to creep into his injured arm, he looked at Meng Wujian who had not given up on the search, and said:

"Hey, I don't have anything? Don't look for it anymore, sit down and rest for a while, at least I've passed the tribulation, let me die comfortably in the last two hours."

"Don't you find it strange?"

"what?"

"What's missing?"

"what?"

A chill rushed to Zhang Huen's forehead, and he immediately understood what was missing, so he stood up again, looked at Meng Wujian whose face was already sallow, and said:

"Erickson."

"That's right, don't you think the elevator should stop at the sixth floor?"

Zhang Huen looked towards the elevator they reached, and found that the number on the elevator was 1. The two groped their way to the elevator entrance. Zhang Huen pressed the button to open the door, only to hear a gunshot, and a shot was shot on the pillar opposite the elevator.

Zhang Huen hurriedly rushed from the side, but the figures in the elevator did not give him an opportunity to take advantage of it. Two pistol bullets fired and knocked Zhang Huen down in the elevator. Meng Wujian got in after him and was also shot. Leg, kneeling on one knee in pain.

Wearing a gas mask and wearing a black robe, the big fat man kicked Meng Wujian over. He shot Zhang Huen twice in the arm, found that he had passed out, and shot Meng Wujian's left leg with another shot. After taking a look, he walked out of the elevator smartly, took out a remote control, and pressed the green button. There was a sound of exhaust fans in the underground parking lot. Soon, the pale yellow smoke was sucked away, and the big fat man took off the Gas mask, a bottle of alkali agent emerged from the bag, took out two pieces, put them in his mouth and chewed, then threw the gas mask on the ground, and squatted beside the weak Meng Wujian.

"Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, you are much smarter than I imagined. In order to deal with you, a smart person, I have spent so much time arranging this scene, just to let you know the gap between mortals and God. Unfortunately, tsk Tsk tsk, even God is jealous of your cleverness, tell me, how did you discover me."

Meng Wujian coughed and said with a smile:

"Erickson, I've been suspicious of you since your second broadcast."

"Oh, am I that obvious?"

"It's too obvious. The front broadcast and the rear broadcast are broadcasted by two people. Why did the tone and style become lively when you died? A lively version of the jigsaw...cough cough... . . . it's a real pleasure."

... "...you are simply crazier than me, okay, but this one is not enough to convince me, do I have any mistakes?"

"Even if you inhaled mustard gas, you shouldn't give up taking the elevator up. After all, mustard gas is not a nerve-killing gas. You can go up to the sixth floor and die with us, but you didn't."

"Maybe I'm completely desperate. Maybe I can't handle the toxicity of mustard gas. You must know that many fat people have poor physical fitness."

"So I called you a damn pig in the traitor game, but it's strange that a jigsaw that likes to retort and use other people's privacy to ridicule each other, this time it didn't say anything, and selectively ignored this topic, isn't it Is this some kind of inferiority complex? Ah!"

Eriksson poked the wound on Meng Wujian's leg with a gun, and retorted unhappily:

"I hate smart people, especially smart people like you who like to attack personally. I think we can still communicate in a civilized way instead of using brutal means to enhance our relationship. I have another question, how do you I was very curious to find out that Bailey was the mole."

Meng Wujian coughed up a mouthful of blood with a smile. The mustard gas had already begun to attack his circulatory system. Seeing this, Eriksson took out two tubes of yellow liquid from the pouch on his waist and gave them to Meng Wujian and Zhang Huen. A stick was inserted into the top, and a fiery warm current rushed towards their limbs and bones immediately.

Meng Wujian looked at Eriksson in surprise, and found that there was not much killing intent in the latter's eyes, but some scrutiny. He struggled to sit up and said:
"What are you trying to do, why are you saving us?"

"Answer the question first, how did you find that idiot Bailey in Melbourne."

"It's very simple. Assuming you know how to jigsaw, who can guarantee that you will be safe in a room full of mustard gas, only our chemist, Mr. Bailey."

"...It's a bit far-fetched, well, you are really smart, but why did you choose Nanding instead of Bailey?"

"Because if I choose Pele, I'm clearly doubting you, so I won't choose him."

"Then what about him, why did he choose Bailey? Didn't the two of you collude in advance?"

"He's blind."

The corner of Eriksson's mouth twitched, he stood up holding his pistol, and said:
"I'll give you a multiple-choice question, join the chainsaw door and become my disciple, or drink bullets and go to hell to atone for your sins, you only have 5 seconds... 5, 4, 3..."

"We are not interested in cults!"

As soon as Eriksson turned his head, he saw Zhang Huen standing in front of him like a bear, who had been shot four times in his body. He was unbelievably ready to shoot, but found that he couldn't move his hand at all. Gradually, he saw himself The blood spurting neck, then the back and kneeling legs, and then he found himself seeing Melbourne upside down, and then, it was darkness.

Meng Wujian watched Zhang Huen cut off Eriksson's neck with a knife in one hand, stretched out his hands exaggeratedly and applauded, Zhang Huen sat down on the ground, the action just now exhausted all his strength, he smiled sarcastically Accept Meng Wujian's banter and say:
"Hey, what on earth have you designed that can be seen by the jigsaw."

"Guess what?"

Zhang Huen saw that he picked up the pistol Eriksson dropped aside, pointed the black muzzle between his eyebrows, the smile gradually disappeared from his face, he stretched out his hand in front of Meng Wujian in astonishment, and asked :
"You...you are..."

"boom!"

Meng Wujian looked at Zhang Huen who was lying on his back, dying with regret, wiped the pistol clean, put it back into Eriksson's hand, looked back at Zhang Huen, and said:
"Unfortunately, I didn't confirm until just now that I can't completely control you."

Then he lay on the ground and cried out at the top of his voice:

"Help! I am been shot! Help!" RS