At 8 o'clock in the evening.

According to the convention of many TV stations, this time period is called the prime time.

Because most people have already entered their personal time after get off work during this period, the number of viewers is more and the advertising price is more expensive.

Sheriff Gordon, who had been busy all day, lay tiredly on the sofa, and turned on the TV at the same time - not to watch the show, but just to make the TV sound more lively.

"Hello everyone, everyone, welcome to..."

The TV was on, and it seemed that it happened to be the opening of a variety show. A blond host with plump buttocks and thin waists spoke enthusiastically.

Sizzle!

However, as soon as the female host's opening remark was halfway through, the TV screen shook for a moment, and suddenly it changed to another picture.

The dim lights, the background shrouded by shadows and darkness... The good variety show seemed to have become a supernatural show in a midnight game in an instant.

"Welcome to... Jigsaw Theater."

A low and hoarse narration sounded, and a figure slowly stepped out of the shadow and walked into the range covered by the dim light.

The first thing to attract attention was the puppet mask on the figure's face. The wood material is also made of roughness that can be seen by the naked eye. The white paint is the base, and the red paint outlines the facial features. It looks weird and terrifying under the gloomy set and the uncanny valley effect.

The puppet mask is a meticulously tidy suit... No, it should be said that the tuxedo is not as exaggerated as the traditional tuxedo. It should be a style that has been adjusted and evolved. At first glance, there is not much difference between it and the suit. Only those who have some understanding of this and pay close attention to it can distinguish it.

"I am the host of this show, you can call me Jigsaw."

After walking to the camera, a low and hoarse voice continued to sound. The man who called himself a jigsaw said in a gentle tone: "First of all, please allow me to introduce the special guests of this show..."

The camera switches, and the picture on the TV changes from a gloomy room to a bright but empty room.

The room was sealed all around, and the walls were covered with a layer of bright silver metal plates. The only thing that could intersect with the outside world was a small window reflecting the dark night and a metal door that was tightly closed and unknown where it led.

On the floor in the center of the room, a blond white young man with disheveled hair and unshaven beard was lying. The young man was obviously unconscious, his eyes were closed, and there was a distinct purple color on his wrists and neck.

This is...kidnapping!!!

Gordon's heart skipped a beat. He was experienced and quickly judged the situation, and his original tiredness instantly disappeared.

...

A static sensation of paralysis woke Arthur Jackman from his coma.

What caught my eye was a large white light ball... Oh no, I read it wrong, it was actually a fluorescent light on the ceiling.

"Damn it, where is this."

His eyes were still a little confused and he shook his head and climbed up. He looked around. The purpose was silver-white, with steel plates on all sides. There was a door facing the front. There was a palm-sized window on the left. This window was the same as in the prison, and it was taller than his height.

"The person in front of me is this special guest, Arthur Jackman, a...scumbag? Or a useless man? Well, you'll be evaluating these."

"Arthur Jackman comes from a very ordinary family..."

A low and hoarse voice sounded from nowhere.

The owner of the voice is good at telling stories, and his tone is unconsciously fascinating, vividly depicting the life of a white boy.

If it is a different scene, sit in front of the TV, and if the protagonist of the story is not himself, Arthur Jackman may be very happy to serve a cup of coffee, sit down and listen quietly to the story and analyze the characters and creative skills of the story.

But there is no if. The protagonist of the story is himself, and it tells his experience in recent years. He is a soft meal, ridiculous self-esteem, an unrealistic dream of getting rich, immersed in fantasy, longing for success but not willing to work hard...

To be honest, he said it thoroughly. This person really knows him very well, and even understands his psychological changes clearly, which makes him feel cold.

Even with his writing ability that has never finished a complete work for countless years, it is not difficult to hear from the perspective of this voice... the other party is not friendly.

"Bastard! Who are you!"

"Let me go quickly, you are kidnapping!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Stop talking!"

Perhaps it was because of the fragility in his heart that was pierced, or maybe it was torn off the last fig leaf, Arthur Jackman yelled in anger, kicking the wall anxiously, and the metal steel plate made loud noises.

But... no one responded.

It seemed as if he was an irrelevant clown, his low and hoarse voice ignored him at all, but just told his story in an orderly manner, listing his crimes, and rigorously tearing his heart apart, revealing what he didn't want to think deeply and wanted to escape, and even showing it to the world.

He could only beat the wall powerlessly, and finally he had no strength to beat it. He leaned against the wall and sat down, covering his ears with both hands and tried not to listen to the hoarse tone like a demon.

"Arthur Jackman."

I don’t know how long it has passed, but after a very long time for him, the low and hoarse voice finally remembered him again.

"Who are you? You bastard, let me go!"

Arthur Jackman was shocked and roared again.

However, the low and hoarse voice still ignored him and said to himself: "Arthur Jackman, haven't you been breaking up with your girlfriend recently and kicking her out... Now you have succeeded, with my help."

"You have ushered in the single day you dream of, but unfortunately I told you that your rent is paid by your girlfriend, so you are now driven out and have to rely on yourself to survive."

"Don't worry, this is not a kidnapping, and the kind jigsaw will not abuse you. It's just teaching you to learn to live independently. You can treat this as, well... an independent survival training class?"

"Here, you will learn to make money yourself to satisfy your clothes, food, housing, transportation..."
Chapter completed!