The prison was full of noisy and hustle and bustle, but Feng Xue was tirelessly digging out her own way of survival. As the passage behind her was slowly blocked by gravel and soil, Feng Xue could no longer hear the sound from the outside world. Only the vibration from the ground told him that the chaos in the prison was not over yet.

The narrow and cramped passage is not spacious, so it is almost enough for Feng Xue to move forward, which means that he no longer needs to breathe. Otherwise, according to this digging method, he would suffocate himself to death before reaching the sewer.

Generally speaking, such dark and narrow passages can easily cause claustrophobia. Even if you breathe smoothly, ordinary people will feel strong depression and discomfort after staying for more than ten minutes.

Feng Xue was able to hold on because of how tough he was, but because he was holding the Shawshank spoon in his hand.

Although the exploration function of this equipment cannot detect living creatures, the detection range of 100 meters makes Feng Xue's vision extremely wide.

This is like you are locked in confinement, but you are allowed to watch TV. Although you can only watch people without sound and nature, the open vision and bright environment alone are enough to dilute the mental stress brought by claustrophobia.

However, the range of 100 meters is not too large after all, and Feng Xue could only know that the door of the prison he was in had been blown open, and most of the prison fences had been destroyed. In addition, it was his physical clone, which had not disappeared.

In fact, Feng Xue could already feel relieved at this time, because even if the clone was discovered, it would be quite difficult to clear the tunnel behind her that was filled with the sky, not to mention such a narrow tunnel, those who could get down would have a pistol at best.

As for attracting excavators...

When the excavator was able to reach the cell, Feng Xue had already dug through the sewer.

"But even a pistol is quite dangerous." Feng Xue shook her head, cheered up again, and continued to dig, but then a tearing pain came from under her ribs.

Wu's body is very strange in Infinity City or in reality. If you want to say it is a physical body, they do not need to eat, drink water, or excrete, or even breathe.

But you say it is a data body. It will bleed, fatigue, have various organs, follow human anatomy principles, and even eat and drink water.

Feeling the faint pain and slippery feeling under his ribs, Feng Xue knew that his digging was a bit too big - or rather, he had been resting for a while.

The bleeding-resistance achieved by squeezing the wound is not a serious medical method after all. Even if the opening of 60 mm is avoided, it is still quite dangerous.

After a brief pause, the blood scab that had just begun to condense was torn apart again.

But Feng Xue also knew very well that she could not stop.

...

"Boss, the intruder has been repelled, we have lost a total of..."

"I don't want to know how much the loss was. I just want to know how it is going on in the East Second District!" Jeston forced his interruption of Jones' report because he knew very well that if nothing happened there, Jones would definitely talk about the things he cares about first, rather than these small problems that could be settled with some money.

"That, boss, the invader exploded the wall in East 2, and then the ghosts imprisoned there collectively escaped from prison, but..."

When Jeston heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red. Fortunately, he heard the turning point in Jonson's words and immediately said:

"But what?"

"But Mr. Han Meimei did not escape, he was still in the cell." Jones was surprised in his words. Not to mention him, even Jeston felt strange. Could it be that Han Meimei was addicted to going to jail? Such a good opportunity did not run away?

But not running was good news, Jeston immediately spoke:

"Don't move anywhere, I'll take people there now. Before I arrive, no one will be allowed to approach Han Meimei!"

“Yes, boss!”

After the communication was suspended, Jeston turned around and looked at the security guard beside him, and his eyes were red:

"Take my family with me and it's too dangerous to put Han Meimei's money printing machine there. I shouldn't be concerned about Fran's idea. I should have changed his place long ago!"

Although he said this, Jeston knew very well that if Han Meimei had not escaped with such a good opportunity, he would not have been relieved to place him elsewhere. After all, the safest industry in his name would be prison.

...

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the East District Prison with a bodyguard responsible for protecting his personal safety, and Jeston's face turned dark.

At this time, the exterior wall of the prison had been blown up and half of the twisted steel bars and flattened corpses were more like a high-intensity battlefield in a war-torn country than the prison that was robbed.

But in this ruins that looked like a hell scroll, a figure in a well-preserved cage was reflected in Jeston's eyes.

Although the dress seemed wrinkled and the other party's hands and feet were still shackles, the scene inexplicably brought a sacred charm. If a ray of sunlight was thrown into the narrow window at this time, it would inevitably be a famous painting.

Even Jeston, who had no interest in art, could not hide his shock when he saw this picture, but I don’t know how much of it was lost and regained joy.

However, Jeston quickly woke up from the shock, waved his arm hard and said, "Hurry! Hurry! Take Mr. Han Meimei out, we must transfer immediately!"

Several bodyguards did not look for any keys, and shot several times in the lock position. Then they opened the iron door. However, just as they were holding Feng Xue up, the shackles on his right foot suddenly dropped to the ground with a snap.

At this moment, the picture fell into solidification...

...

"Huhu...Huhuhu..." Feng Xue, who was almost half buried in a state of burial underground, was panting heavily. Although she did not need to breathe, the remaining human instinct still allowed him to use such behavior to relieve his physical fatigue.

He could no longer remember how long he had been digging continuously. He could only use the escape route of about one meter away and inferred that he had been digging for at least four hours, and that his physical clone had long become a mission. Now, the ground that began to shake again seemed to indicate the countdown for his failure to escape.

With gritting his teeth, Feng Xue forced his arm to move. With this movement, the soil that had become easier to dig slowly disappeared, and replaced by a thick "wall" composed of concrete and bricks.

When Feng Xue encountered such a situation, she was not at all depressed because even without the perception ability attached to Shawshank's spoon, he understood that behind this wall was his way of life!
Chapter completed!