If you become a monster, you will succeed

The prison is full of noise and hustle and bustle, but Feng Xue is tirelessly digging her own way to survive. As the passage behind her is gradually blocked by gravel and mud, Feng Xue can hardly hear the sound of the outside world. The vibrations from the ground told him that the chaos in the prison was not over yet.

The narrow and cramped passage is not spacious enough for Feng Xue to move forward, that is to say, he no longer needs to breathe as a nothingness, otherwise, according to such a digging method, he would suffocate himself before reaching the sewer. die.

Generally speaking, such a dark and narrow passage is easy to cause claustrophobia. Even if the breathing is smooth, ordinary people will feel strong depression and discomfort after staying for more than ten minutes.

Feng Xue was able to survive, not because of how tough his spirit was, 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 100 meters makes Feng Xue's field of vision extremely broad.

It's like you are locked up, but you are allowed to watch TV. Although you can only watch people and nature without sound, the wide vision and bright environment alone are enough to dilute the mental pressure caused by the claustrophobia.

However, the range of 100 meters is not too big after all, and Feng Xue can only know that the door of the prison she is in has been blasted open, and most of the prison fences have been destroyed. Besides, it is her physical clone, It hasn't disappeared yet.

In fact, Feng Xue can completely relax at this time, because even if the avatar is seen through, it is quite difficult to clear out the tunnel buried by the sky behind him, let alone such a narrow tunnel. At best, people carry pistols.

As for bringing in an excavator...

By the time the excavator was able to reach the cell, Feng Xue would have 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 immediately after, a burst of tearing pain came from her ribs.

Wu's body is very strange whether it is in the infinite city or in reality. You can say that it is a mortal body. They don't need to eat, drink, excrete, or even breathe.

But let’s say it’s a data body, it can bleed, get tired, have various organs, follow the principles of human anatomy, and even eat and drink.

Feeling the faint pain and slimy feeling under her ribs, Feng Xue knew that her digging was a little too big—or, in other words, he had been resting for a little longer.

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 short pause, he suddenly moved, and the blood scab that had just started to coagulate was torn apart again.

But Feng Xue also knew very well that she couldn't stop.

...

"Boss, the invaders have been repelled, and we lost all..."

"I don't want to know how much I lost. I just want to know what's going on in the East Second District!" Jeston forcibly interrupted Jones' report, because he knew very well that if nothing happened there, Jones would definitely go first. Talk about things you care about, not small issues that can be fixed with a little money.

"Well, boss, the intruders blew up the separation wall of the East Second District, and then the ghosts imprisoned there escaped collectively, but..."

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

"But what?"

"However, Mr. Han Meimei didn't escape, he's still in the cell." Jones's words were somewhat surprised, not to mention him, even Jeston felt strange. Could it be that Han Meimei is addicted to prison? Such a good opportunity didn't go away?

But it’s good news that he didn’t run, Jeston immediately said:

"Don't move anywhere. I'll take people there right away. Before I arrive, no one is allowed to get close to Han Meimei!"

"Yes, boss!"

After the communication was hung up, Jeston turned to look at the security guard beside him, and said with red eyes:

"Take my family and go there 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 changed him a long time ago!"

Although he said so, Jeston knew very well in his heart that if Han Meimei hadn't escaped at such a good opportunity, he wouldn't worry about placing him in another place. After all, the property under his name is the safest Yes, it's 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 turned dark.

At this time, half of the outer wall of the prison has been blown down. The twisted steel bars and flattened corpses are more like a high-intensity battlefield in a war-torn country than a prison that has been robbed.

It's just that in a relatively well-preserved cage among the ruins that looked like scrolls from hell, a figure in a formal dress and holding a dictionary came into Jeston's eyes.

Although the dress looked wrinkled, and although the other party's hands and feet were still in shackles, the scene had an inexplicably sacred charm. It will be a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.

Even Jeston, who had no interest in artworks at all, couldn't hide his shock when he saw this picture, but how much of it was the joy of regaining what was lost.

However, Jeston quickly woke up from the shock and waved his arms vigorously and said, "Quick! Quick! Bring Mr. Han Meimei out, we have to transfer immediately!"

The bodyguards didn't look for any keys at once, and directly fired a few shots at the lock buckle, and then opened the iron door, but when they helped Feng Xue to get up, the shackles on his right foot suddenly clicked. With a sound, it fell to the ground.

At this moment, the picture fell into a freeze...

...

"Hoo hoo... hoo hoo..." Underground, Feng Xue, who was almost half buried alive, panted heavily. Although he didn't need to breathe, the remaining human instinct still allowed him to use this behavior to relieve his physical fatigue.

He can't remember how long he has been digging continuously, and he can only pass through the escape route that is about one meter short, and infer that he has been digging for at least four hours. His physical clone has long been a mission, and now, The ground began to shake again, which seemed to indicate the countdown to his escape failure.

Gritting her teeth hard, Feng Xue forced her arms to move, and with this movement, the soil that had become easier to dig slowly disappeared, replaced by a thick "wall" made of concrete and bricks.

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

Someone asked, so just to sort out the jailbreak time:

At about one o'clock in the morning, the prison escaped in the third district of the North, without preparation, the protagonist excavated

At two o'clock in the morning, the jailbreaker and the intruder cooperated inside and outside, and attacked the East Second District. The jailbreak started without a start, and the protagonist dug a quarter

Before three o'clock in the morning, the suppression was completed, and the protagonist dug about one-third of the way. Jeston arrived at the East Second District Prison, and the shackles of the physical double were broken to expose the flaws

At around 6:00 in the morning, Jeston begins to dig violently, and the protagonist is about to reach the sewer