Chapter 85 Conspiracy to escape in full view of the public
Kebid is a mercenary living in the world of swords and magic. After mistaking the intelligence that a young black dragon stealing livestock from townspeople was a giant bat, he successfully eliminated the group, then came to Infinite City and became a
none.
The story of those years of being Wu is lackluster. It is nothing more than the story of a whitewashed and helpless soul who gradually understands the world in the crisis that dies every day, and then slowly turns into a speculator like a hyena.
It wasn't until he was inspired to fight that he was about to fight, but he was captured by the cunning people in the world.
The feeling of finally rekindling your passion and fighting spirit after years of decadence and wanting to challenge again, only to be doused by a head of cold water is a cruel blow to anyone.
Kebid is actually not too worried about being in prison. His many years as a scavenger have allowed him to accumulate a lot of [knowledge]. Not to mention a year and a half, there is still no problem in holding on for a month or so.
And all he wants is an opportunity.
Although it is said that Wu Zai will basically become an "ordinary person" in Infinite City, there are actually some differences. After many explorations, he realized that it was not that "the power of the original world has lost its effect", but that
"The power of the original world needs [consciousness] as fuel to be used."
This is no different from the counterfeit items left in the junkyard.
Although the name of the fake made him doubt whether his original world was just a fiction after discovering this fact, and even doubted the authenticity of his own existence, but with the desire for survival again and again, he gradually lost his
These philosophical questions opened up - as long as he can become a ghost story, no matter whether he was real or not in the past, he will definitely become real in the future!
However, the explosion of fighting energy requires a lot of [knowledge], especially when used in the real world, which needs to be multiplied by a factor of a thousand. When he explodes with all his strength, his years of accumulation can only support him for a few minutes at most.
Just fighting.
Everyone who passes through the door has a natural perception of the anchor point that connects him. It is precisely by relying on this perception that he can clearly judge the distance between himself and that door, and that is not a few seconds.
A distance that can be covered in minutes.
And after seeing the weapons of those despicable people in the real world, he also clearly realized that if he was surrounded, his explosive power would not be enough to break out of the encirclement.
So even if he was beaten by people in the real world, had his clothes stripped off, and had his phantom objects taken away, he endured it just for the opportunity that he didn't know when it would come.
For example, like those unlucky ones before, they were dragged out for torture or execution.
However, he didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck, but he had never been selected, which made him feel a little anxious.
After all, the passage of time itself means that the time during which he can burst out his fighting spirit is shortening accordingly.
"Click, click..." Kebed, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly seemed to hear something. However, he did not say anything, but pretended to be restless, pacing in the cell, and carefully looking for the source of the sound.
source.
As someone who is also thinking about how to escape from prison, he has done nothing these days, including observing the situation outside from the narrow window and standing in front of the cell door to observe the surrounding layout. Of course, these actions also attracted several beatings.
, but this is obviously nothing - at least it makes his current simple pacing movements not so abrupt.
Not long after, he followed the small voice and came to his bed board, lying on the bed without any pretense. The bed board in this prison was a whole bed board passing through the wall, so every two prisons actually shared the same bed board.
, so he more or less guessed that this was probably the person next door who wanted to convey some message to him.
It's just...how can two people who can't understand each other's language communicate through a wall?
Kebid listened to the sound coming from the connection between the bed board and the wall, and by turning over, he gave a few tentative taps.
Sure enough, a subtle voice came from the other side:
"Don't make any noise. I have the ability to quickly master most languages. You can pretend to shout and shout out what you want to say."
Although the voice was small, when Kebid concentrated on listening, he very clearly captured the whispering words. He narrowed his eyes, and then jumped up from the bed board, as if going crazy, imitating
Looking at the faces of those around him who were about to disappear, he began to shout crazily:
"What do you want from me?"
"Are you interested in escaping from prison?" The voice was still very soft, but it was full of power in Kebid's ears.
He didn't change his posture, and while banging on the wall, he shouted:
"What's your plan?"
"I'll teach you some languages of other nobodies. You can shout them loudly so that you can contact those nobodies. Let's discuss a jailbreak plan. Taking advantage of the fact that we don't need to sleep, we will do it together at around three o'clock in the morning when people in the world are sleepiest. By then, everyone will
Rush out together, whether you can survive or not depends on your own abilities."
While Kebid maintained his hysterical roar, he thought for a moment, and then added words to his roar:
"Didn't you already reach cooperation with those outsiders?"
"They want to monopolize my power, and I need [knowledge]."
Simple words, but full of persuasion. This is a helplessness that only the incompetent can understand.
Kebede thought for a while and felt that this matter was a bet. He did not dare to go out because he was worried about being attacked, but as long as someone shared the firepower, he was confident that he could fight his way out of the encirclement with the power of fighting spirit.
If you're lucky, you can even earn some [Knowledge] back by killing those jailers.
As for the others, we are not familiar with them!
Kebid was not worried about Feng Xue cheating him at all, or in other words, it didn’t make much sense whether he was cheating him or not at this time. His own death would do Feng Xue no good at all. Even if he wasn’t cheating him, he would still have to disappear after a while.
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It's the same as death. It's better to fight for it than to count down the days to your life every day.
Such thoughts were obviously not limited to Kebede, or in other words, without such an awareness, none of these people would have risked passing through that door.
They are scavengers and hyenas. How could they not have two brushes if they dare to cross the wilderness to destroy the landfill?
As Kebid continued to imitate Feng Xue's pronunciation and shouted in the cell, the sounds of cheers also sounded one after another.
No one worried about whistleblowing, because it had been proven that no one except the person who initiated the escape could communicate with the jailers.
As for the initiators cheating them, this is indeed an issue that needs to be considered, but as long as the "motivation" is taken into consideration, it is found that this worry is somewhat unnecessary, and in the final analysis, everyone prefers to stay in jail and wait to die slowly.
Give it a try, especially for those with insufficient reserves, this is the only chance.
Thus, the loudest conspiracy to escape from prison in history began at this moment.
Among the many howling ghosts, only Feng Xue sat quietly on the bed, flipping through the Yanwei Dictionary, and uttering bursts of murmurs that were obscured by the howls...
Memory bread is indeed a very useful prop for Wu in Infinite City, because the biggest flaw of memory bread is not a problem for Wu, because they don't need to go to the toilet at all.
But the problem is that the amount of knowledge that can be stored in each piece of memory bread is too small. Even if you occasionally create an illusion of a piece of memory bread, not much knowledge can be crammed into it. Not to mention that the rubbing process is so big.