The prison was full of noise and hustle and bustle, but Feng Xue was tirelessly digging for a way to survive. As the passage behind him was slowly blocked by gravel and soil, Feng Xue could no longer hear the sounds from the outside world.
The vibrations from the ground told him that the chaos in the prison was not over yet.
The narrow passage is not spacious, and it is only enough for Feng Xue to move forward, which means that he no longer needs to breathe. Otherwise, if he digs like this, he will suffocate himself before reaching the sewer.
die.
Generally speaking, such dark and narrow passages can easily make people feel claustrophobic. Even if they can breathe smoothly, ordinary people will feel intense depression and discomfort after staying there for more than ten minutes.
Feng Xue was able to survive, not because of his mental toughness, but because he held Shawshank's spoon in his hand.
Although the detection function of this piece of equipment cannot detect living creatures, the detection range with a radius of one hundred meters makes Feng Xue's field of vision extremely wide.
This is like although you are locked up in confinement, you are allowed to watch TV. Although you can only watch people and nature without sound, the broad field of vision and bright environment alone are enough to dilute the mental stress caused by claustrophobia.
However, the range of one hundred meters is not too big after all. Feng Xue can only know that the door of the prison he is in has been blasted open, and most of the prison's fences have been destroyed. In addition, it is his physical clone.
It hasn't disappeared yet.
In fact, Feng Xue could completely relax at this time, because even if the clone was discovered, it would be very difficult to clear out the tunnel behind him that was buried by the sky, let alone such a narrow tunnel.
At best, people can only carry a pistol.
As for recruiting an excavator...
By the time the excavator could reach the cell, Feng Xue would have already dug through the sewer.
"But even a pistol is quite dangerous." Feng Xue shook his head, cheered up again, and continued digging, but then, a tearing pain came from his ribs.
Wu's body is very strange both in Infinite City and in reality. You can say that it is a mortal body. They don't need to eat or drink, they don't need to excrete, they don't even need to breathe.
But if you call it a data body, it can bleed, get tired, have various organs, follow the principles of human anatomy, and can even eat and drink.
Feeling the dull pain and slimy feeling under his ribs, Feng Xue knew that his digging movements were a little too big - or that he had rested a little too long.
Hemostasis achieved by squeezing the wound is not a serious medical method after all. Even if the 60 mm long opening avoids most of the vital parts, it is still quite dangerous.
After a brief pause, he suddenly moved, and the blood scab that had just begun to coagulate was torn open again.
But Feng Xue also knew very well that he could not stop.
…
"Boss, the invaders have been repulsed, and we have suffered a total loss..."
"I don't want to know how much has been lost, I just want to know how the East Second District is doing!" Jeston forcibly interrupted Jones' report, because he knew very well that if nothing happened over there, Jones would definitely do it first.
Talk about the things you care about, instead of talking about small issues that can be settled with a little money.
"Well, boss, the intruders blew up the separation wall in the East Second District, and then the ghosts detained there escaped collectively, but..."
When Jaston heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red. Fortunately, he heard the twist in Jonson's words and said immediately:
"But what?"
"But Mr. Han Meimei did not escape, he is still in the cell." Jones said with a bit of surprise. Not to mention him, even Jeston found it strange. Could this Han Meimei be addicted to being in jail? Such a good thing
The opportunity actually didn’t run away?
But it’s good news that he didn’t run away. Jeston immediately said:
"Don't move anywhere. I'll take people there right now. No one is allowed to get close to Han Meimei until I arrive!"
"Yes, boss!"
The communication was hung up, and Jaston turned to look at the security guard beside him, his eyes red and he said:
"Take your family and come with me. It's too dangerous to put Han Meimei's money printing machine there. I shouldn't care about Fran's thoughts. I should have moved him to another place long ago!"
Although he said so, Jeston also knew very well in his heart that if Han Meimei hadn't run away even when she had such a good opportunity, he wouldn't worry about placing her elsewhere. After all, among the properties under his own name, he is the safest.
Yes, it's a prison.
…
Ten minutes later, when he arrived at the East Second District Prison with the bodyguards responsible for protecting his personal safety, Jeston's face darkened.
At this time, half of the outer wall of the prison had been blown down. The twisted steel bars and crushed bodies looked more like a high-intensity battlefield in a war-torn country than a prison that had been robbed.
However, in a relatively well-preserved prison in the ruins that looked like a scroll from hell, a figure wearing a formal dress and holding a dictionary came into Jaston's eyes.
Although the dress looked wrinkled, and although the other party's hands and feet were still shackled, this situation had an inexplicable sacred charm. If a ray of sunlight came in from the narrow window at this time, it would inevitably
It will be a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.
Even Jeston, who has no interest in art at all, could not hide the shock in his heart when he saw this picture. However, there is no telling how much of it is the joy of regaining something.
But Jeston quickly woke up from the shock, waved his arms vigorously and said: "Quick! Quick! Bring Mr. Han Meimei out, we need to move immediately!"
The bodyguards did not look for any keys immediately, but fired several shots directly at the lock, and then opened the iron door. However, just as they helped Feng Xue stand up, the shackles on his right foot suddenly clicked.
With a sound, it fell to the ground.
At this moment, the picture froze...
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"Huh...huh..." Underground, Feng Xue, who was almost half buried alive, was breathing heavily. Although he didn't need to breathe, the remaining human instinct still allowed him to use such behavior to relieve the fatigue of his body.
He couldn't remember how long he had been digging continuously. He could only conclude that he had been digging for at least four hours through the escape route that was still about one meter away. His physical clone had already become a mission, and now,
The ground began to shake again, seeming to indicate the countdown to his failed escape.
Gritting her teeth hard, Feng Xue forced her arms to move. With this movement, the soil that had become much easier to dig slowly disappeared and was replaced by thick "walls" made of concrete and masonry.
When encountering such a situation, Feng Xue was not depressed at all, because even without the sensory abilities provided by Shawshank's spoon, he knew that behind this wall was his way out!