"You can choose now: risk your life to save your admirer, or pretend you saw nothing and complete the test."
"Does it have to be this complicated?"
After listening to Jigsaw on the TV, Fu Qian immediately furrowed his brow.
"What's wrong? You seem hesitant."
Jigsaw's hoarse voice now carried a hint of mockery.
"It seems your convictions aren't as firm as you imagined."
"Of course, fickleness is human nature."
"But you claim to be superhuman. Doesn't that make you no different from everyone else?"
"Just as shallow, just as hypocritical, just as absurdly deluded."
"Through all these shifts in your thinking, where does the difference you imagine sets you apart actually show?"
"Fair point."
Fu Qian gave Jigsaw's soul-searching questions a casual response, sounding entirely unaware that he was being put on the spot.
After glancing at the antidote in the bottle, he didn't go over to take it. Instead, he turned and headed downstairs along the rope ladder.
In the room below, his admirer, Trica, remained motionless in the same position as before, calmly awaiting her death.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian strode over, dragged her and the bed aside, and moved her out of the area covered by the death net.
Once that was done, Fu Qian quickly returned upstairs.
This time, he didn't waste any time. He reached out and picked up the bottle of antidote.
"Are you really planning to sacrifice yourself?"
Seeing that Fu Qian wasn't in a hurry to open the bottle and drink, Jigsaw seemed quite surprised.
"If what I said just now upset you, believe me, I didn't mean to."
"But don't say I didn't warn you: you're risking your life to save a lesser being, in your eyes, and it could very well cost you your own."
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