If you become a monster, you will succeed

All night, Feng Xue squatted in a corner of the prison and read a book. Although according to the information fed back from the [Gatekeeper] label, after coming to the real world, he has become a decent flesh and blood body, but eating and sleeping are still not enough. Just needed, at least in the dead of night, when even the patrolling prison guards seemed listless, they could still faintly hear the sound of gurgling.

Although she couldn't understand it, Feng Xue felt that it was probably the yelling and cursing of those who had nothing to say?

However, Feng Xue is not in the mood to pay attention to these fellow travellers. He quietly flipped through the dictionary and wrote down the words that he might use on sheets of cardboard cut to the thickness of a thumb, making them into the kind commonly seen in Japanese comics. A small vocabulary book, and then put those useless pages into a corner, planning to tear it off later as a base 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 no one before, after they came in, there must have been surveillance.

Judging from the proficiency of the middle-aged man in playing with the smartphone, the technological level of this world should have reached the level of the early 21st century, although it cannot be judged too arbitrarily as being in the same world as Chen Xiyao, But at least it shows that the monitoring thing must exist.

Although it was helpful for him to refine an illusion on the spot to prove his ability, it also meant risks.

This is the same reason that he did not perform phantom refining in front of that middle-aged man. If he left the impression that "this Wu can easily practice phantoms", then the monitoring and control he has endured will probably be worse. unacceptably high.

On the contrary, complex demands such as "requires many conditions", "requires materials", "requires a specific time", "requires certain preparations" can greatly reduce the opponent's vigilance, and only in this way can Feng Xue get a respite Chance.

After all, the risk factor is completely different between a person who can pull out a bomb anytime, anywhere, and a person who needs a complete chemical system and raw material supply to make a bomb.

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The night passed quickly, and Feng Xue still didn't feel any hunger, but the rapidly passing [knowledge] gave him a sense of urgency after all.

Five days, this is the time limit he set for himself, if there are not enough changes within five days, and if he does not get enough [knowledge] from the real people in these prisons, he will activate the resurrection method, Direct suicide.

Although the follow-up effect is a bit sloppy, as long as the golden finger is still there, it will still be able to make a comeback. In any case, it is better than disappearing completely.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to reach out to touch his left rib, and then forcibly restrained his movements.

"Pang bang pong..."

The sound of batons hitting the fence was from far to near, and the fat-headed jailer kept uttering obviously malicious words. Even though Feng Xue couldn't understand most of them, he still couldn't understand the words starting with f and ending with k. understandable.

And as the jailer walked all the way, behind him, a pair of well-equipped bodyguards and several researchers came over. They dragged a thing that looked out of shape, and threw it into the inhuman body that was taken away yesterday. The prison cell where he was, and after pointing at those white coats, he shot a few "bang bang bang" at Wu Wu in a cage.

Seeing Wu who was trapped as a piglet on a stretcher and taken away, a strong sense of powerlessness began to spread in the hearts of Wu who were detained in the prison, but Feng Xue noticed that among those people in white coats, there were three more and did not leave.

When they came to Feng Xue's cage, one of them said in a very awkward voice:

"Han Meimei ropes first, boss Xiang Jianni."

"Fucking Mr. Han Meimei..." Feng Xue grinned, restraining the urge to complain, so as not to accidentally call out salt. He didn't pursue such a thing, but got up and flipped through the words he made overnight in his homework card, picked out one of them and showed it to the other party, with only one word on it——

"clothing."

The man looked at Feng Xue, who was covered in fruit, and immediately understood what he meant. He also seemed to think it was a bit strange to walk around the prison with a man full of fruit, so he said a few words to the jailer.

The jailer nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie and made a call. After a while, a set of classic striped prison uniforms that didn't fit well and had a slight musty smell were delivered to Feng Xue.

"Huh, clothes are really a treasure of human civilization!"

Feng Xue quickly put on the prison uniform, feeling a kind of satisfaction and peace of mind immediately flooded her heart, but then, the other party's actions made the good mood that had just risen drop down.

"Please, put your hands here, and your feet, stick them out from here." The man struggled to read the sentence in his notebook, looking at the handcuffs and shackles brought by the jailer, as long as he is not stupid, he knows Here's what to do.

However, although Feng Xue showed dissatisfaction on the surface, she was actually quite happy in her heart. He even hoped that he would not take it off when he brought it on.

It's not that he is shaking m, but because there are more props that can be recast.

After getting the silver bracelet and the 25,000-carat anklet, Feng Xue, a young man who looked like an ordinary prisoner, was finally able to get out of the prison.

Wearing five kilograms of shackles on the feet is a completely different experience from carrying a five kilograms of weight. The strong sense of imbalance makes it difficult for people to even walk faster in this situation.

But Feng Xue didn't really care about these things, after all, he didn't intend to run away with this thing. In contrast, what he cared more about was the pain in his ankles.

"I heard that the boss with a higher status can enjoy the treatment of fetters wrapped in towels, and then I can ask that guy who doesn't look very smart to fix me two."

At this time, Feng Xue even had time in her mind to recall those prison-themed movies she had seen before. After all, she had already reached this point, and she basically wouldn't die in a short time.

The only thing to worry about is that Fran suddenly jumped out and shot him, and, in the past five days, whether people can give him a label——

It is much more difficult to obtain tags from real people than from Infinite City, because for Infinite City, it can accurately distinguish the difference between each and everything, but real people cannot do this, such as this time Feng Xue was only one of more than 30 Wus caught at a time. Even if the cognition of "prisoner" occurred, it would be evenly distributed among the more than 30 Wus, and could not meet the "point-to-point" cognition conditions.

This is also the reason why most people quickly accumulate [knowledge] through killing. Although there may be many murderers, every person who is killed is unique, even for most people. A name, but as long as they have family and friends, they can provide this person with point-to-point recognition of "the murderer who killed someone" to generate labels.

Another reason why Feng Xue chose to surrender was to try to see if she could get a [craftsman] label from these people.