[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

If the power is cut off and the network is cut off, the live broadcast will not be possible.

Only Baguoxia and the Riddler were left looking at each other in the dark.

"Do you think Billy will show up again?" Baguoxia asked in a low voice.

"I don't think so," said the Riddler calmly. "From what I've seen, all his organs need electricity to control them."

"The power is out, which means..."

"Yes, he was trapped too."

In fact, there was only one door between Billy and them.

Because he must pay attention to the mechanism he made all the way, and use psychological tactics to guide the "players" to avoid accidents.

But no one expected that New York would experience a major power outage throughout the city.

So, he too was trapped in his own institution.

"I should have bought a hand generator and put it here," he thought regretfully.

Billy lit a candle.

Open the "How to Test People's Heart-You Can Be an Old Man with a Jigsaw" strategy notebook that you carry with you.

This notebook embodies the experience and lessons of the "Jigsaw Old Man" of all ages.

Doing the math, Billy is already the No. 60 "Jigsaw Old Man" single pass.

Billy checked carefully, and in the notebook there were "what to do when encountering a thorny head" and "what to do when encountering a force".

There is even "what to do if there are ghosts in the human experiment"

——This is a valuable lesson left by the last "Jigsaw Old Man".

After finishing writing, he inexplicably fell freely from the 25th floor.

At this time, Billy heard that on the other side of the door, Baguosha and the Riddler had nothing to do, so they had to chat.

Riddler: "You don't seem to have much fear."

Bagelshire: "It's hard to be scary, you know? I mean, the chainsaw... well, that's a dead idea.

"'Throw a chainsaw in front of two people and tell them that the only way to save them is to cut off one's arm'? It's not even popular on the Internet."

The Riddler sounded puzzled: "You mean he's copying?"

Billy banged on the door:

He didn't plagiarize!

If I have to say it, it's just a tribute to the first "Jigsaw Old Man"!

By candlelight, Billy kept flipping through his notebook.

The notes record the different tricks that every jigsaw old man has come up with since the first jigsaw old man.

To be underestimated by Bei Guoxia, he vowed to find a test that would surprise him.

With that, this nursery rhyme seems to be good...

"However," came Bei Guoxia's thoughtful voice, "the current infinite flow is difficult to write, no matter what you think of, it has been used by the predecessors."

"What is an infinite stream?" asked the Riddler.

Baguoxia briefly explained: "Using the code name of 'Lord God', the level of hell-level difficulty is continuously released to test human nature. It is probably Billy's colleague."

Didn't expect there to be peers——

Billy stopped and pricked up his ears.

Bei Guoxia said sullenly: "For example, the most classic seven mysteries of the campus, or another example, killing people according to nursery rhymes. Or role-playing, dolls, or locking a group of people in a secret room or an isolated island, and finding a way to let them live on their own. Cannibalism."

"anything else?"

"It's a lot. Feeding medicine makes the protagonist—the person being tested—amnesia, werewolf killing, boxing guessing, and dimension invasion..."

Baguoxia disassembled all kinds of infinite classic stalks one by one, and explained them in a eloquent way.

Billy listened mesmerized.

While nodding, he analyzed and thought, and kept writing what Baguoxia said in the blank space of his notebook, as a reference for future production tests.

Remembering, he suddenly realized:

The act of throwing a chainsaw at two people by himself seems, maybe, it seems that it is indeed a bit fashionable and not worth it...?

You know, Billy also started to take over the title of "Jigsaw Old Man" before he realized how difficult it is to be a qualified "Jigsaw Old Man".

Meaning, being a jigsaw man can't just stuff a bunch of presents in a package like being Santa Claus.

Well, Christmas, kids are happy anyway whether the presents are repeated or not.

And once the levels that test human nature are repeated, it is equivalent to telling the participants and the audience watching the live broadcast the answer to the level.

Participants will be very weary and say:

"It's a chainsaw and a leg saw again. Did you see what the participants in the last round did? Don't waste your time, everyone, refer to the seniors, let's make a decision quickly."

Viewers watching live will also be disappointed:

"Ah, it's leg sawing again. Is there anything new? Come on James, hurry up and saw it, man. Why you? God, do you even need to ask? He's a basketball player, and you're an erhu player."

As he thought about it, Billy slowed down as he flipped through his notebook.

Because he found that the notebook not only records the level concept, production cost, production risk, and production process of the "Jigsaw Old Man".

Moreover, their complaints were written on almost every blank page of the notebook.

A tragic complaint made of blood and tears.

For example this level:

Dig a large hole in the room, which is full of syringes, one of which has a key to open the closet in the house.

Duration: three months.

Cost: $[-].

And the "jigsaw old man" who executed it wrote in the blank space next to it with such force that it almost cut through the paper:

Making it made me realize how hard it is for construction workers!

I suspect I was a mole in a previous life!

Dig a fucking hole!

In order to get enough syringes, I will walk through the dens of drug addicts!

Collect their used needles!

Those poisonous insects looked at me sympathetically, as if they were guessing why I couldn't even afford a needle, so I had to pick someone else's!

They thought I took it back and used it!

what--! ! !

Another example is this level:

After triggering the mechanism, the walls on both sides gradually squeezed inward, squeezing the person in the middle into minced flesh.

Duration: five months.

Cost: $[-].

And the "jigsaw old man" who executed it wrote feebly in the margin next to it:

Can anyone tell me why the wall slides half way and gets stuck?

Is there a problem?

Problems with pulleys?

Or are the walls too heavy?

I couldn't even get a builder to consult for secrecy.

Why didn't I study physics well when I was in junior high school?

Who came up with this bad idea?

as if it were me...

what--! ! !

Because of this, since Billy took over this job, he has repeated the traps of his predecessors, "Jigsaw Old Man" countless times.

After all, new ideas mean new site layouts, new design drawings, and new budgets.

He still remembers that a jigsaw old man spent three full pages recording his tragic experience of "aborting the whole year's test because the construction site ran out of budget".

Since then, more and more "jigsaw old men" would rather imitate their predecessors than take the risk of proactive innovation.

Among the many ideas of "jigsaw old man", the idea of ​​the first jigsaw old man is particularly enduring.

Because all you need is a chainsaw, a backroom, and two handcuffs.

The cost can be said to be cut to a minimum.

Billy thought sadly:

The career prospects of "Jigsaw Old Man" seem to have come to an end.

There is no innovation anymore. In order to avoid risks, everyone is imitating the predecessors.

Thinking of this, Billy pondered, turned the notebook to the blank space, and neatly wrote a line of headings on it:

What should I do if there is a city-wide power outage and the network is cut off, and I am locked in my own agency with no rescue items at hand.

According to the "Jigsaw Old Man's Instruction Rules", all the difficulties he encountered in the test that no one had encountered before need to be recorded for future reference.

After writing the title, he looked at the empty secret room and worried——

What should I do……

Across the wall, Bei Guoxia stopped suddenly, and asked vigilantly, "Why are you asking in such detail?"

Riddler: "Do you believe me when I say it because I'm bored?"

Bei Guoxia: "Of course I don't believe it. You don't want to write Infinite Flow, do you want to copy these ideas?"

The Riddler snorted: "This is not my style. I like to put riddles and key clues in every corner of Gotham, and let Batman get clues while solving puzzles. The IQ test is much more fun than the human nature test."

Bei Guoxia was silent, and finally took advantage of the darkness to stick out her tongue in shame, trying to lick the front.

Of course, he soon discovered that his tongue was not as long as a drinking cat's tongue, let alone the front, and it couldn't even touch the tip of his chin.

So he retracted his chin, lowered his head, and continued to stick out his tongue.

The system finally couldn't help it anymore: "What are you doing?"

Bei Guoxia thought sadly: "As long as I am alive, I must write. I will use my tongue as a pen and blood as ink to record my inspiration on the wall."

system:"……"

Still unable to lick it several times, Bei Guoxia flicked his tongue and let out a long sigh:

"Forget it, just write."

He licked the blood in order not to hurt his tongue.

It is true that there is blood to write words directly after biting the tongue, but in this way, I don't know how much blood will be wasted.

If you accidentally break your tongue, it will be even more embarrassing.

The enemy has not been cursed to death, so he "bites his tongue and kills himself" first.

The back of Bei Guoxia's head was pressed against the wall, she turned her face, stuck out her tongue, and turned it to one side, hoping to let the tip of her tongue fall to the wall.

Obviously he miscalculated the length of half of the cheek, and the tongue still couldn't match it.

Stretched him so that his eyes were crooked and his mouth was slanted, and his jawbone was aching.

The Riddler saw that he hadn't moved for a long time, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Baguoxia was immediately discouraged, panting and said:

"I hate myself for not being an impermanent ghost. Seeing Bai Wuchang, with his tongue sticking out, he can tie two belts on his trousers."

The Riddler touched it with his foot, but the chainsaw was still there.

Reminiscent of the tips Billy gave them, he asked: "This manual chainsaw is still usable. Would you like to saw off one of your hands in exchange for the freedom of the two of us?"

Baguoxia: "I don't want to."

The Riddler was at a loss for words, and said unhappily, "Aren't you a superhero? Why don't you have any spirit of sacrifice?"

Bei Guoxia said sincerely: "First, I said that this is too old-fashioned, and there are suspicions of plagiarism. I can't support this kind of thing. Second, I am not a superhero. Do you know how painful it is to write with one hand?"

The riddleman persuaded: "There is a function in this world called voice typing, which liberates your hands with speaking."

Bei Guoxia said: "You don't know what I wrote, and some words cannot be spoken. For example, the private words between two people who are in love, can they be spoken in voice?"

The Riddler disagreed: "Have you heard of Shakespeare's plays? Can you be as nasty as Shakespeare?"

Bei Guoxia said: "You take Shakespeare as the standard? You really think highly of me. I'm talking about Qiong Yao now, no, I'm talking about web articles."

Shakespeare wrote:

"I name this flower after a rose. But if it is called another name, the fragrance will remain the same."

Qiong Yao wrote:

"I really like you, whether it's the unruly and self-willed you, the lively and lovely you, or the lovely and pitiful you, I like them all very much."

Baguoxia can only write like this:

"This poisonous man like a poppy, with a pure face like a goblin, long white legs, and an excellent figure, successfully attracted his attention.

"Look at this man's razor-sharp cheeks and ax-like nose bridge, he is deeply drunk:

"Ah, Susu, what should I do with you little elf?"

It is impossible to read and write.

Therefore, Bei Guoxia firmly believes that the person who invented voice writing must have never done market research.

Or it doesn't take into account the needs of most writers:

Think about it, if you are writing in Hai-Tang, voice writing is even more exciting.

After the Riddler was silent, Baguoxia continued to struggle with the length of her tongue.

Until the system finally couldn't stand it anymore: "I want to say..."

Baguoxia thought: "What?"

"Why can't you take off your shoes and write on the ground with your toes?"

Bei Guoxia: "... Can you say this key word earlier?"

System: "Who knows that you really didn't remember it? I thought you were sticking out your tongue all the time to show off maliciously."

At this time, Adam, who was far away in London, asked: "How can we find Ben?"

Crowley said: "There are thousands and thousands of copies in the world, and it's hard to find."

Adam disagreed: "I believe there is only one 'Ben' of Constantine I know."

"Maybe there's no 'Ben' willing to admit that he knows Constantine," Crowley added.

Then Adam exerted his power and said:

"I want to meet 'Ben' who knows Constantine, and I want him to appear in front of me now."

He is the son of Satan.

Ling Ling is always part of his ability.

Bei Guoxia appeared in front of them with a "snag".

There was no time to exchange greetings, no time to explain the cause and effect, Bei Guoxia looked at the three strangers, and before she even had time to panic, she asked loudly:

"Whoever has a mobile phone, lend me one."

"Oh, calm down," Aziraphale reassured him, "You don't need to call the police, we are all God's people."

Bei Guoxia said impatiently: "I'm not going to call the police—I'm going to write my inspiration and post it on the forum. If I'm lucky, I might be the one who will post on the homepage tomorrow."

The system booed.

Tonight, a very fresh article appeared on the forum.

This is what Li Qianhuan told Cassandra: It was an article called "Chain Saw", a man named Billy wearing a puppet mask, making human traps, and testing the mice caught by him, The beginning was tense and exciting, in line with the soul of Secondary School, attracting many young people to watch.

Cassandra: Isn't that great?

Li Qianhuan: Until Billy realized that all his ideas were outdated and he could not innovate, so he started live broadcasting how to make up and change clothes in 15 seconds and transform into a Bulgarian demon king.

Cassandra:  …

Li Qianhuan: Vicissitudes of Life When the text version of "Hot Girl, Faker" appeared, we realized that it was still a familiar style of writing and a familiar taste.

After the electricity was connected to the Internet, Billy's live broadcast turned into a real person playing the Bulgarian Demon King Dance.

Vigilantes in New York managed to capture him.

At the same time, as a qualified heir, he did not forget to record his valuable experience in "How to Test People's Hearts-You Can Be an Old Man with a Jigsaw":

Live dancing is far more lucrative than live streaming a test of humanity.

Later, the notebook fell into the hands of a British man named "Charlie Parsons".

He should have been a good successor to Old Man Jigsaw.

But Billy's live broadcast experience inspired him.

So he took his notebook and created a reality TV show called "Survivor," which he sold to television companies.

The program will soon be staged around the world, and the "Jigsaw Old Man" can finally no longer worry about budget, venue, and crime issues, and can justifiably test human nature while earning high wages.

After arresting Billy, Spider-Man and others rescued five people, but they didn't see Baguoxia.

"Where's Ben?" They asked the Riddler.

The Riddler called Qu: "I don't know, he disappeared after calling."

The old Gotham who has experienced many battles will not believe his nonsense.

Carl speculated: "This must be a new riddle given to us by the Riddler."

Connor hit the Riddler again: "Quickly tell me what the answer is."

London.

After Bei Guoxia finished typing and posting, she thought of asking, "Where is this? Who are you?"

Aziraphale handed him the mug.

Bei Guoxia took it subconsciously, opened it to have a look, inside was a pile of powder mixed with gray, white and black.

He also shook the cup to level the powder and asked, "Is this coffee powder?"

It looks like Nescafe instant coffee powder.

Crowley said to him, "Here are Constantine's ashes."

Baguoxia shook her hand and almost dropped the cup to the ground.

Aziraphale said: "My condolences. According to Constantine's last words, he wanted you to preside over his funeral."

Bei Guo Xia Lu said with a straight face: "Thank you for the invitation, you have found the wrong person."

Crowley smiled, and continued: "Konstantin's last sentence was 'fuck you, ben'. If you are not asked to preside over the funeral, then we have to understand the literal meaning according to our British film and television tradition."

Baguoxia: "...What film and television traditions do you have in the UK?"

Crowley: "Basic, national policy."

Bei Guoxia immediately changed her words: "Isn't it just a funeral? No problem, leave it to me. I like presiding over funerals the most."