Most Wanted [Interstellar]

Schlieffen remembers that on the eve of a certain carnival, everyone was preparing for the celebration.For some reason, he suddenly left the noisy crowd and walked to the empty terrace alone.He was no more than eight years old at the time, and his body was still very thin, and he could only think about candy and toys in his mind.He probably walked towards the terrace out of curiosity. When the glass door of the terrace was closed suddenly, the noisy voices in the hall were cut off, and he seemed to have entered a no-man's land.It was very dark that day, and there were bright stars above his head. He put his hands on his chest, and looked up at the sky cautiously—he couldn't help shivering, he was frightened by the high sky, and then ran back to the glass. He was crying for help and crying in front of the door, as if he had seen something terrible.

Afterwards, he was ridiculed by his classmates at school, and everyone thought the starry sky was a beautiful thing.He found it difficult to explain clearly to them. He just knew that from that day on, he suddenly understood his own insignificance, and also understood what loneliness is. After understanding these, it was the vast starry sky that frightened him who was small and lonely. .

In today's dream, this scene reappeared again.

"You're not doing well."

It's time for the morning check, Rambo.Jace opened the cell door.Schlieffen has been in jail for a week, and he is beginning to get used to the schedule in Western Prison.Probably knowing Schlieffen's special origin, Rambo.Jess was kind to him.

"Should I apply for some antidepressant drugs? Western prisons are indeed more boring than other places, and depression is very common."

"No, I think it's okay." Schlieffen didn't want to inject any antidepressants.

The fully armed cleaners began to pack the sheets and bedding, and Rambo looked around: "Is that paper cup still there? Do you want to take it away as garbage?"

"Oh," Schlieffen seemed to have just remembered that there was a paper cup on the iron frame, "Forget it, I'll apply for some paint later, let's draw a picture with it."

The cleaning was over soon. It was five o'clock in the morning, and breakfast would be delivered to the room afterward. The time for eating was half an hour. After breakfast, it would be around four o'clock in the afternoon when Georgie would come to him for a walk.Shilieffen stood up and stretched his muscles and bones, planning what books to borrow to read today.

Eat, drink, sleep, eat, drink, sleep, this is the daily life here.Schlieffen doesn't know if people in the prison's private cells often go crazy, but he thinks it's very likely.

At [-]:[-] noon, the paints he applied for arrived, and he started to draw his paper cup on paper, but the white paper cup didn’t seem to be suitable for watercolor expression.The cleaning robot came to clean up the garbage he made, and the room was quiet again.

"He looks really honest." The guard in the surveillance tower said to Rambo, "The few I'm in charge of are a lot of headaches, and they want to make trouble every day."

"He was a policeman before, and he came in because of bad luck."

The other party suddenly became sensitive: "Political incident?"

Rambo nodded at him.

"It's so pitiful...but he's treated pretty well. He can get whatever he wants." The guard turned his screen to other prison areas. Their manpower is also very short. He still thinks it's more important to keep an eye on those drug dealers.

After a week of continuous observation, Schlieffen found that the guards here treated him much better. He knew that there were six rotatable cameras in this room. When the focus indicators of all the cameras turned green, it proved that the room had left the room. Human surveillance.As time goes on, the light stays green for longer and longer.Perhaps today was the best time, he stretched his hand out of his trouser pocket, and took out a piece of debris from the gap between the mattress and the bed—it was torn from the foam paper cup when he was painting just now.It was insulation, and he flaked the pieces to cover his own biochip plug, then he unplugged the lamp socket and inserted the chip plug.He wasn't shocked, but he didn't receive any signals either.It seems that the defense here is really strict, and all the ports he can touch have been well protected.

Schlieffen sighed and stuffed the foam piece into his bag in frustration.

Although the West Prison was polite to him, they obviously regarded him as a dangerous person to monitor. Not only did they put him in this isolation room, but they didn't even let him have the opportunity to contact other prisoners.

Can he escape from here?After a week of careful thinking, he himself became less and less sure.

Before going to prison, he asked Annie.Schubert found out the name of the prison in advance. In the rehabilitation hospital, he also checked all the information about the prison through the extranet.But he still knows too little, he doesn't even know how many buildings there are here, and it's as hard as heaven to escape.

Three times during the week, Georgie took him for a walk, and he discovered that the building had no elevator, and they could only go up to the first floor step by step.In the process of walking, he saw that the number and name of the prisoner were written on the door of each small cell, and this information was his only harvest now.

Now there are about 60 prisoners here, forty of them are mobile confinement personnel, and only a dozen of them are permanent residents like him.He memorized their names and began to recall the relevant information behind these names.It's a pity that although he was in charge of sorting out the files of major cases before, there are really too many criminals in the entire galaxy, and he doesn't know these criminals.

Probably only Alvin.Only a person like Herman can escape alone, right?

Schlieffen thought that he was just a mortal, and now he could only stand still and wait for the opportunity.

At four o'clock, Georgie came on time. He concealed his impatience very well, and just dutifully dealt with his promise to the prosecutor's office.

"How are you doing, Mr. Schlieffen?"

"It's okay, I drew a picture today, but I messed it up."

Most betas are still interested in art, but Mr. Georgie doesn't like it at all. He smiled politely at him and changed the subject.

Being unmarried is the normal state of the beta group, and Georgie is also unmarried. He used to work in the Security Bureau for many years, and then he got tired and switched to a prison as an executive manager.His only hobby is to follow the squash game. He doesn't care about his appearance. He has wrinkles on his face and he is not ready for genetic modification surgery.

"It's a sunny day today, let's go for a walk in the west yard."

The two of them walked in front, and Rambo in full armor followed.When walking through these revolving corridors, Schlieffen deliberately slowed down again, but unfortunately he didn't see a name he knew.

The so-called west yard where they walked was a piece of broken lawn at the entrance of the independent prison area. It seemed that the prison did not have enough funds, and the weeds grew very tall here, but no robots were seen pruning them.The yard is very large, and the edge is probably connected to the general prison area. When Schlieffen went out for a walk last Wednesday, he heard the cheers of kicking football from the next door.

Schlieffen began to try to match the sensory information with the structural diagram of the Western Prison that he found at that time. Now he probably knows that he is in the north of the hinterland of the prison. From here, he can see the walls and tall towers. In terms of radian and quantity, it should be the weak area of ​​prison surveillance.

Georgie didn't like to talk (and they couldn't find anything to talk about) and just went on and on about lunch.The rhythm of the conversation was in Schlieffen's favor. During these few laps of walking, he had already noted down the frequency of guard patrols and the time for changing guards.

There is nothing to see, just a walk, Schlieffen will think... This kind of silent walk will not relieve depression at all... The western prison is really bureaucratic. If he spends the rest of his life here, he will probably be driven crazy in a few years, and then, like those criminals, he will grab the gun from Rambo's hand and kill Mr. Georgie with one shot...

Just as he was thinking wildly, the sirens in the entire prison area suddenly sounded.Mr. Fat, who was still listless just now, suddenly became nervous: "Take him back to the cell."

He left without even saying a word of politeness. Schlieffen was a little surprised. He saw Gerugi take out his key chain while running, and disappeared behind the iron gate at the end of the yard.

"Today is the wind release day, there may be prisoners fighting." Rambo explained to him, "Sorry, today has to end early, I can't take you for a walk alone, he didn't give me this permission."

"It's understandable that our prisoners in Oswald also often fight. The environment over there is even worse. All the prisoners are alphas, and they can't even prevent rubber bullets." Schlieffen recalled his life as a prison guard.

Rambo is not like Georgie, he has never worked in the Security Bureau, and he does not have that kind of natural vigilance. He smiled at Schlieffen friendly: "Today is a ball game, I guess most of them will fight, let's go back, here The prisoners here are also quite scary, between the two courtyards is an ordinary wall, only six meters high, I am really afraid that someone will run over suddenly."

Schlieffen didn't quite understand what he meant.

"You've never seen them, but you're famous. Remember what happened the day you came here? That Diesel was a gang clown who was killed, and there are different opinions on how he died. You better be careful Point, if they know you are a policeman, they don’t care about the reason you are in jail, they are likely to look for you to seek revenge.”

At this time, there was a gunshot from the next door, and they looked at each other, and they all chose to return to the safe building as soon as possible.As we went upstairs, lights came on in some of the otherwise empty rooms.

"It seems that some troublemakers have to come in." Rambo teased, he felt that he had to work overtime.

Schlieffen expressed understanding of his complaint: "I once went to a three-month..."

"What's wrong?" Rambo paused when he heard him.

"I dare not say it later, I almost scolded our warden." Schlieffen laughed at himself.

"Oh." Rambo laughed.

Schlieffen turned his head back and heaved a sigh of relief. His pause just now was because he saw a name he was familiar with—John.Nelly.

The name is widely known in contemporary times, partly because of this John.Nelli's methods are cruel, partly because of his amazing wealth.When he was captured that year, the entire galaxy was reporting his news, but Schlieffen didn't know that he was locked up here.

After returning to the room, Rambo left. During the hour before dinner, none of the six cameras in the cell moved.That's pretty much what Schlieffen predicted.

He took out the fragment of the paper cup, and there was a scratch on the fragment, which he accidentally scratched with his nails when he was working at noon.

To this day, the scratch is still clearly visible...

Cups, next door, Georgia, John.Nelly...and Rambo.

He seemed to have finally come up with an idea.