Overturned Tower

Considering how idle he is, it shouldn't be a certain director.It is an idle elf with a free body.

"—Don't be dazed."

The voice of the inferior suddenly sounded, causing Russell to raise his tail slightly in fright.

He stopped, turned his head slightly, and frowned: "Don't think this is a country house.

"Don't leave me ten steps away. When you turn a corner, just take two steps to keep up with me. If someone talks to you, no matter what the image is or what the topic is, first ask me if I can respond to him."

Hearing the inferior's words, Russell's heart tightened immediately, and he took two quick steps to follow.

Russell lowered his voice and asked quietly:

"...Aren't the demons here imprisoned?"

"Um... how do you say it?"

The inferior frowned and fell into thought.

Quite rarely, he did not immediately respond to Russell's question.

"Just look at it."

He concluded in this way, and pushed open the door of the villa.

The door looks like it's unlocked... as if it's a real villa, not even a doorman or bodyguard.

But Russell quickly realized the truth of the matter:

This should be because Delphinium recorded the inferior and Russell's chip codes.In this way, when they pass by here, they will not trigger the original defense facilities here, but can pass through normally.

As for the original defense facilities here?

... Russell felt that it was better for him not to know.

When Russell followed the inferior to enter, the doubts in his heart became clearer.

This floor is not a wooden floor, nor is it marble, nor is it cement or concrete.

Amazingly, it's rubber flooring.

——I saw strange color tracks everywhere on the ground.

It’s like a children’s jigsaw puzzle or a running track—red, blue, yellow, purple, green and other colors either exist alone, or are inlaid with each other in the form of squares, forming a track on the ground. A messy path of colors.

Russell felt a little dizzy just by taking a look at it.

And what made Russell even more difficult to understand, and even a little panicked...

He saw many people who were clearly dressed as prisoners and wearing pure white restraint uniforms, walking freely in this villa!

...What's the situation?

Jailbreak?

Let me catch up?

"Don't panic."

The inferior said flatly: "Look carefully...their limbs are all prosthetics."

Russell froze for a moment, then looked intently.

Sure enough—the limbs of all the prisoners are bionic prosthetic limbs that look very close to the real body.Although there were many prisoners coming and going, Russell looked carefully and found that there were only thirteen or four types in total.

Among them, four types are used the most and are the closest to the size of ordinary people.

This is somewhat similar to the prosthetic technology used by Xiao Liuli, but it is cheaper.Because there is no need to cover up the traces of the prosthetic limb...for example, to hide the interface and the like.

Another detail, Russell noticed, is that each model is the same length from shoulder to fingertip, and their hands are the same shape.

This means that this bionic prosthetic is some kind of mass-produced product.

——Ashamed to say.

Russell's first reaction was... If he can negotiate such an order, can he get a lot of kickbacks from it?

"Long time no see, poor one."

A hoarse voice sounded.

At the same time as hearing that voice, Russell felt a tingle in his spine.

He turned around suddenly... and saw a snake.

Yes, a snake.

A snake beauty with gorgeous red long curly hair and dark yellow vertical eyes.

The part below her waist was directly cut off, and connected to a metal snake tail made of machinery, which looked extremely hideous.

If he was drawn by this thing... he would probably die from a ruptured internal organ.

"Long time no see, Blind Snake."

The inferior stopped, looked down at the snake girl who was much shorter than him by a head, and said slowly: "I am so happy to see you are still alive."

"Oh?"

The red-haired snake girl known as "Blind Snake" smiled: "Are you in love with me?"

"I'm in love with your psionic powers."

The corner of the mouth of the inferior raised slightly: "It's really easy to use. Today I will take away your memory severely."

"Then I'd be honored."

Blind Snake asked curiously, with a girl-like innocent look on his face: "Just, what are they used for?

"Have you seen the fear that a child feels when he is gradually paralyzed? He wants to cry...but when he opens his mouth, he can't make any sound...it will take several hours, ten or so hours before he dies."

"That's not it."

The inferior sneered: "But using them to catch other demons is very useful.

"I used your psychic power to capture the newly sent demons in the past six months. Or should they thank you? At least they can be sent to the regeneration facility instead of being blown to pieces by me."

Hear the words of the inferior.

The snake girl's complexion immediately became gloomy, and her voice became sharp: "How can you release my spiritual power to those dirty adults?

"—they deserve it too?!"

Her pupils suddenly became bloodshot and turned crimson.

The inferior one stood there indifferently, looking at her motionless.

Russell subconsciously took half a step back.

But he saw... the next moment the snake girl crawled from the "yellow" passage to the "blue" next to it.

As if she touched some invisible grid, she was suddenly bounced back.And because of this, she was pressed to the "red" floor on the other side of the "yellow", and was bounced off again.

Just two times, it has become dying.

Russell looked at her in surprise, vaguely grasping the rules of confinement in this "prison".

Looking at the prisoners walking in an orderly manner, as well as the prisoners who lined up like crossroads and passed in an orderly manner despite the wide road...

...Could it be that everyone here is only allowed to "walk on a certain color"?

Chapter 4 【蜡笔】芯片

"Looks like you've figured it out."

The inferior glanced at Russell, and said flatly: "It seems that these demons don't even have their freedom restricted.

"But they were all implanted with another kind of chip - the 'Crayon II', a control chip invented by Thoth's psychic power and specially used to imprison high-risk prisoners.

"Unlike the protective chip, this control chip exists in the form of nanometers. Once injected, it will take effect permanently. Therefore, it cannot be taken out."

"crayon……"

Russell murmured, chanting this innocent-sounding and harmless word.

The poor explained: "Some children will play a game. They use crayons to draw a few roads or grids on the ground, and then define a certain color as a road, a certain color as a flame, or a swamp, and then walk on it. They deliberately don't touch the other road, it's like walking on a single-plank bridge between two buildings."

"Ah... I've heard of that game."

Russell nodded slowly with complicated emotions: "It's parkour on the ground."

In this world, "parkour" is a cool sport.

It has a certain sense of defiance because it's dangerous and has a "feeling of freedom"; but it's not illegal, and it's not seen as dangerous or aggressive...just run from the roof Just pass.

Because of this kind of movement, in most cases, it is oneself who is endangered.

Even if you rely on special props... For example, shoes that can jump from high places without breaking your legs, or hooks that can be ejected from the waist, or shoes that can walk horizontally on buildings Power-ups such as special climbing boots allow them to progress in more imaginative ways.

But for children, it is impossible for their parents to encourage them to engage in such dangerous sports and buy them equipment.

So the children like to draw lines on the ground with crayons.Imagine this is the route they would take when parkouring.

And if the shoes wipe off the crayon, it means that they "stepped on the edge", that is, "slipped and slipped"-symbolizing "dead".

They would construct increasingly complex terrains, and everyone would take turns working on the questions.

It is best to have a map that only you can pass, and everyone else will "die".

In a sense, it's almost like Mario Maker...

This is actually the same as the "police and thief" on the earth to simulate chasing battles, "hide and seek" to simulate hunting for prey, and "throwing sandbags" to simulate long-distance combat.

Children are the most innocent.Games that are popular among children generally satisfy a certain "nature"...or "instinct".

Russell hadn't retrieved his past life memories when he was a child, and he also wanted to play "crayon parkour" with other neighborhood children.

But he was never welcome.

Because he is too strong.Therefore, it was refused to join.

Russell got too much dexterity from his own schizophrenia.

Not to mention this kind of childish simulated parkour... When Russell was a few years old, he could easily jump up a tree, or simply climb a tall building.When he first entered elementary school, he liked to climb onto the classroom door and crouch quietly with other classmates.And the moment they entered the door, jumped behind them and hugged them to frighten them.

Thinking back now...

This may be an "instinctive desire to hunt" brought to Russell by spirituality.

Although Russell didn't understand anything, he still subconsciously imitated the hunting of felines - he liked to approach people from behind, and silently rushed over to hug them.

Today, Russell can even avoid bullets and even cut them off with a knife.

Those children certainly could not have this level of dexterity.

This means that the questions they gave Russell back then would never be able to stump Russell; and the questions that Russell gave himself with moderate difficulty, those children would never pass...the game thus became meaningless.Russell also stopped playing the crayon game a long time ago.

Now these demon prisoners are like being trapped in a never-ending game of "crayon"...

"They can't leave their own 'color', can they?"

Russell murmured softly.

He couldn't help but sigh how advanced this "imprisonment" method is.At the same time, there was a creepy fear of this control method.

It fundamentally eliminates the possibility of "jailbreak".Because it is impossible for them to walk on the ground of the same standard color all the time outside.

Moreover, it can also minimize the difficulty of management——

After all, each prisoner can only walk on tiles of a specific color.As long as they leave their floor tiles, they will immediately feel unbearable pain... Then there is no need to worry about the problem of prisoners running around.As long as the color of the corridor is changed by the machine, a certain group of prisoners can be controlled to come out to let the air go, and others cannot leave their rooms at all.

"...But in this case, wouldn't the prisoners fight each other?"

Russell asked.

This restraint also means that it solves the "force gap" to the greatest extent.

Even if you can't beat the opponent, can't you push someone?

As long as you touch the opponent lightly, you will feel the sharp pain as if being shocked by a high-voltage electric shock.The specifications of the prosthetic bodies used by everyone are the same, so there is almost no difference in strength and physique.

This instead achieves a subtle "fairness".

As long as someone hates you, you will feel severe pain every day.As long as there are enough people, they are invincible.

"Because this chip also eliminates the possibility of suicide and killing each other."