Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen anyone using a cell phone yet.
That included the poor guy who'd been trapped in the storage room. If he'd still been able to move, he should've been able to call for help and save himself.
Could this world not have that kind of technology yet? Judging by the surroundings, it was hard to believe.
With one hand on his pulse, Fu Qian let his thoughts wander.
Using his heart rate to keep time was, honestly, a fairly traditional method. It wasn't hard to think of.
After all, there was an old saying: you had to put your heart into everything you did.
And the reason he said Jigsaw wanted him to use this method was that the man had even hinted at it in the recording: "Your heartbeat is nothing more than what you need to keep thinking. It has no other meaning."
That was practically spelling it out.
It also fit the style of these redemptive killings. Saw Man always laid out the path before you. All you had to do was choose.
Do it or don't? Do this, or do that?
In that regard, the imitator had undoubtedly done a good job.
Fu Qian shook his head. Another chime rang out, marking the end of yet another minute, and he began silently counting his pulse.
Knowing the method was only the first step.
On the face of it, the situation was simple: count his heartbeats between two chimes, then do a little arithmetic to work out the interval. From there, he could determine how many beats he had before the blade stopped, use that as his guide, and make his move.
His heartbeat wouldn't be as precise as a clock, so some error was inevitable. But the time