Not far from the sofa where Belmode was sitting, there was a "hill" piled with all kinds of debris, which was also a pile of debris.

On one level of the debris pile, a jigsaw was inserted diagonally into a metal basin, revealing a dusty plastic handle and a small section of saw blade that glowed red.

When Belmode saw this old-fashioned jigsaw, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if the path to salvation lay within it.

As long as he can get this saw and cut off the chains on his feet, he will have a chance to escape.

She supported her upper body with one hand and stretched the other hand to the limit to grab the jigsaw. However, her stomach was empty and she suddenly lost strength.

He had been starved for who knows how long, and was injured and weak. Now, Belmode would feel a deep sense of powerlessness even when lying down, let alone making any movements.

Even if she got a jigsaw like this, she wouldn't have the strength to cut the chain.

Therefore, the top priority is actually to replenish some strength, even if it is just enough to escape and make a warning call.

"Zhizhi——"

A rat's cry alerted Belmode.

She turned her head and looked at her knees. The greedy four-legged beast was still sucking the blood and meat from the wound. It seemed that it had the tacit permission of its owner to eat and drink so unscrupulously.

Belmode bowed his body, burst out all his strength in an instant, and grabbed the little mouse that was eating and drinking with his right hand.

The caught mouse was startled and struggled desperately between Belmode's fingers, its head and tail swaying uneasily from side to side.

But it's too late by this time. Human beings' thoughts are so changeable. One second they were entertaining it, and the next second they caught it and had no good intentions towards it.

Belmod didn't hesitate at all, opened his mouth and bit the mouse's head with a clean and neat movement.

There was a "crack" sound between the teeth, and the mouse walked not peacefully, but very happily.

Belmod then used the sharpness and bite force of his teeth to tear open the fur on the mouse's neck and completely bite off the mouse's head.

"Pooh."

Belmod spat out the smelly "grey ball" in his mouth, put the cross section of the mouse's neck between his lips, and started sucking it.

Warm blood slowly flowed down the throat, similar to an oral liquid.

Although this "oral liquid" is extremely smelly, it contains the energy that Belmode needs most at the moment and cannot be refused.

Soon, the little mouse's body shrank, and its bulging belly was even thinner than before the meal.

Belmod threw the mouse's body to the ground, wiped the blood from his lips, and started working.

She crawled as hard as she could on the sofa and tried to get closer to the pile of debris.

There was a clang, and the stretched chain reminded her that she had reached her limit and could not get any closer.

At this time, the jigsaw was already very close. Belmode propped up his body again, and the slender middle finger of his right hand could barely hook the saw blade.

Ignoring the possibility of cutting his fingers with the saw blade, Belmode pulled the jigsaw out of the metal basin and dropped it to the ground.

Got it!

After picking up the jigsaw, Belmode was ecstatic, as the key to escape was firmly in his hand!

Belmode grabbed the jigsaw, sat up with his upper body, and started sawing towards the weakest point of the chain on his feet.

The sound of squeaking metal friction resounded in the basement, repeating itself mechanically.

This sound is not pleasant, even unpleasant, but at this moment it carries all the hope of escape, and it is a sweet sound of nature.

But after sawing for a while, Belmode discovered the problem.

The old saw blade was not as sharp as the front edge. After sawing for a long time, the metal foam that fell out was just red rust.

As for the fine steel chain, there is only a small mark on the surface. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a scratch.

If this continues, even if the saw blade breaks, the chain cannot be sawed open.

Belmod held the jigsaw in his hand and slowly moved his eyes to see his bare ankles.

It's impossible to saw through the chain, but if it's a foot...

A bloody and terrifying plan emerged in Belmod's mind, but it could guarantee his escape from this underground bomb shelter.

But if you cut off your own legs and injure yourself, you will definitely not be able to escape very far with your own strength and you will lose too much blood.

But as long as I can make a phone call, it's worth it.

Thinking of Mao Lilan and Kudo Shinichi who had saved him, Belmod quickly approved the plan.

She took off her coat, tied one sleeve to her calf above her ankle, held the coat sleeve in her mouth, and put the remaining coat under her feet.

This not only provides a tourniquet, but also gives the mouth something to bite to prevent biting the tongue.

After making preparations, Belmode looked at the jigsaw in his hand, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he cut decisively towards the ankle.

I didn't feel much at first when I touched it, but as the saw blade twitched back and forth, a heartbreaking pain instantly invaded my brain.

Her beautiful face was twisted in pain, her teeth subconsciously clenched her sleeves, and veins popped out on her delicate neck.

Blood slowly flowed along the left and right sides of the saw blade, and more and more blood flowed.

At first, Belmod could still forcefully struggle to look at his ankle, but the severe pain stimulated his brain and he could not concentrate at all. He could only subconsciously exert force on the gap that had been sawed.

Before and after, before and after...

First the skin, then the meat, then the bones.

Belmod's brain was so painful that he almost fainted several times, but he stopped at the edge several times and used the saw again.

Halfway through the sawing process, most of the nerves have been severed and the most painful process has been overcome.

Next, Belmode was no longer aware of pain, and his brain was stiff as he pushed the jigsaw in his hand like a zombie.

It wasn't until his left foot and calf were completely separated, and the blood flowing from the cross-section soaked into the jacket underneath, that Bellmode weakly let go of the saw in his hand.

His pale face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and two drops of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes without restraint.

Belmode didn't feel pity or regret for his current situation, he just shed tears in pain.

Even when she realized that she could only escape by amputating her legs, she did not cry or waver.

She never considered herself a good person.

She is the demonic minion of the fallen angel. As a demon, she deserves this fate. Everything is just what she brought upon herself.

It's just that she, a devil, can actually be blessed by an angel, which is already a great blessing in life.

Now, even if she tries her best, she still wants to keep the people she cares about alive.

This can also be regarded as the evil done to oneself, completing a trivial redemption.

Belmode did not dare to delay, let alone treat the wounds or remove the limbs, so he climbed off the sofa and crawled towards the door.

She knew that she was bound to die. Even if there was a vehicle with a full tank of gas outside, she would bleed to death.

The only hope is to crawl out, find a phone, call Conan and tell them to be careful, the organization's killer will be here soon.

Although they are also killers, the killer they face this time will definitely not show mercy, and they must be made to understand the seriousness of the problem.

Belmod dragged his broken body to the big iron door, tried his best to support himself, and grabbed the door handle with both hands.

When I exerted force toward the inside, the door actually shook.

opened!

With a heavy creaking sound, the large iron door opened, and a dark underground corridor appeared in front of the door.

Belmode continued to climb towards the only passage ahead, and soon an upward staircase appeared in front of him along with the forward corridor.

Belmod climbed up the stairs without hesitation.

With two arms holding on to the concrete steps, and with my still intact right leg, I had to use three points to climb up the first step.

She climbed very hard, but very determinedly.

Until I climbed to the top of the stairs, there was an endless trail of blood flowing behind me.

Belmode felt that the strength in his body was almost exhausted, and the feeling of weakness due to blood loss was constantly attacking his brain, and he might faint at any time.

But she still had firm faith, bit her pale lips, and continued to crawl forward.

After a short period of darkness, the cement floor switched to floor tiles, and Belmode found himself crawling into a kitchen.

Seeing all the modern furnishings and appliances in the kitchen, Belmod felt happy.

Judging from these things, this place is not abandoned, and the probability of having a telephone is very high!

With her goal in mind, she climbed forward more determinedly, passed through the dining room, and came to a huge living room.

It was probably dusk outside, and the light coming in from the window was very limited, and the lights in the living room were not turned on, making the environment a bit dark.

Judging from the layout of the living room, this is not the Dusk Villa in my memory.

But it was no longer important, because Belmode saw the landline phone placed on the mahogany coffee table in the living room.

Her eyes could no longer be opened, but her body still tried hard to crawl toward the phone.

Where the severed limb had slipped, the fresh blood had begun to show breaking points.

Belmod was lying on the coffee table, holding the phone in his arms, and pressed a series of numbers with trembling fingers.
To be continued...