All night, Feng Xue squatted in the corner of the prison and read a book. Although according to the information fed back by the [Gatekeeper] tag, he had become a serious flesh and blood body after coming to the real world, but eating and sleeping were still not the same.
Just in need, at least in the dead of night, when even the patrolling prison guards seemed listless, the sound of chirping could still be heard faintly.
Although she couldn't understand it, Feng Xue felt that this was probably those incomprehensible yells, right?
However, Feng Xue was not in the mood to pay attention to these fellow travelers now. He flipped through the dictionary quietly and wrote the words he might use on pieces of cardboard cut to the thickness of his thumb, making them the kind commonly seen in Japanese comics.
A small vocabulary book, and then tucked those useless pages into a corner, intending to tear them out later and use them as a base material for refining illusions.
As for why they don't practice now, this is a very simple question - this is a prison, a place where people are detained. Even if there was not one before, after they come in, surveillance must have been arranged here.
Judging from the previous middle-aged man's proficiency in playing with smartphones, the technological level of this world should have reached the level of the early 21st century. Although we cannot judge it too arbitrarily as being in the same world as Chen Xiyao.
But at least it means that something being monitored must exist.
Although refining an illusion on the spot would help prove his ability, it also meant risks.
This is the same as the fact that he did not perform the magic object making in front of the middle-aged man. If he left the impression to the other party that "this person can easily make a fantasy object", then the surveillance and control he will endure in the future may be
To an unacceptably high level.
On the contrary, complex requirements such as "requires many conditions", "requires materials", "requires specific time", and "requires certain preparations" can greatly reduce the other party's wariness, so that Feng Xue can get some breathing space.
Chance.
After all, the risk factor is completely different between a person who can pull out a bomb anytime and anywhere and a person who needs a complete chemical system and supply of raw materials to make a bomb.
…
The night passed quickly, and Feng Xue still didn't feel any hunger, but the rapidly passing [consciousness] finally gave him a sense of urgency.
Five days, this is the time limit he has set for himself. If there are not enough changes within five days, and he does not gain enough [knowledge] from the real people in these prisons, he will activate the resurrection method.
Direct suicide.
Although the follow-up effects are a bit confusing, as long as the golden finger is still there, it can still make a comeback. In any case, it is better than disappearing completely.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his left rib, and then forcibly restrained his movements.
"Pang pong pong..."
The sound of batons hitting the fence was getting closer and closer, and the fat-headed and big-eared jailer kept saying words that were obviously malicious. Even if Feng Xue couldn't understand most of them, he still understood the words that started with f and ended with k.
Understandable.
As the jailer walked by, behind him, a pair of well-equipped bodyguards and several researchers came over. They dragged an object that no longer looked human and threw it into the inhuman body that was taken away yesterday.
The cell where he was located, and then after the pointing of those in white coats, he fired a few "bang bang bang" shots at the innocent people in a cage.
Seeing Wu who was trapped like a piglet being put on a stretcher and taken away, a strong sense of powerlessness began to spread in the hearts of Wu who were imprisoned in the prison. However, Feng Xue noticed that among the people in white coats, there were three others.
and didn't leave.
They came to Feng Xue's cage, and one of them said in a very awkward voice:
"Han Meimei ropes first, the boss is Xiang Jianni."
"Damn Mr. Han Meimei..." Feng Xue grinned and resisted the urge to complain, so as not to accidentally summon salt. He did not pursue the matter of calling him a name. He just stood up and looked through the words he had worked on for his homework overnight.
card, picked out one of them and showed it to the other party. There was only one word on it——
"clothing."
The man looked at Feng Xue, who was all naked, and immediately understood what he meant. He seemed to think it was a bit strange to walk around the prison with a naked man like this, so he said a few words to the jailer.
The jailer nodded, picked up the intercom and called. After a moment, a set of classic striped prison uniforms that didn't fit well and had a slight musty smell were delivered to Feng Xue.
"Phew, clothes are truly a treasure of human civilization!"
Feng Xue quickly put on the prison uniform, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief suddenly welling up in her heart, but then, the other party's actions made the good mood that had just risen drop.
"Please, put your hands here, and extend your feet from here." The man read the sentences in his notebook with difficulty, and looked at the handcuffs and shackles brought by the jailer. Anyone who is not stupid knows this.
This is what to do.
However, although Feng Xue showed a dissatisfied look on the surface, he was actually quite happy in his heart. He even wished that he would not take it off after taking it with him.
It's not that he's shaking his head, it's because there are two more props that can be used for recasting.
After getting the silver bracelet and the 25,000-carat anklet, Feng Xue, a young man who looked like any other prisoner, was finally able to get out of prison.
Hanging five kilograms of shackles on your feet is a completely different experience than wearing five kilograms of weight. The strong sense of imbalance makes it difficult to even walk faster in this situation.
But Feng Xue didn't really care about this. After all, he didn't intend to run away with this thing. In contrast, what he was more concerned about was that his ankle was a little painful.
"I heard that the bosses with higher status can enjoy the treatment of having their ankles shackled and wrapped in towels, and then I can ask the guy who doesn't look too smart to give me two."
At this time, Feng Xue even had time to recall the prison-themed movies she had watched before. After all, she had reached this point and she would basically not die in a short time.
The only thing to worry about is that Fran suddenly jumped out and killed him with a shot, and whether people can create a label for him in these five days——
It is much more difficult to obtain labels from real people than from Infinite City, because for Infinite City, it can accurately distinguish the difference between each item, but real people cannot do this, such as this time
Feng Xue was only one of more than thirty Wus captured at one time. Even if the recognition of a "prisoner" was generated, it would be evenly distributed among the thirty Wus, and the cognitive conditions of "point-to-point" would not be met.
This is also the reason why most Wus can quickly accumulate [knowledge] by killing. Although there may be many Wus who kill, every person killed is unique, even if for most people it is just
A name, but as long as they have family and friends, they can give this peer-to-peer recognition of "the murderer who killed someone" to generate a label.
Another reason why Feng Xue chose to surrender was to try to see if he could get a [Craftsman] label from these people.