God will also obey my laws [infinite]

Jiang Chi was stunned for a moment, and then he could see that Wei Ming in front of him was neither pretending nor joking.

"Don't you remember?" Jiang Chi was surprised, and asked while observing his expression.

"I don't remember." Wei Ming looked around the prison cell suspiciously, looked at him with wolf-like eyes, and said something he said last night, "Could it be that I was caught in a fast car last night? of?"

What Jiang Chi can be sure of is that he is not lying.

Wei Ming lost his memory?

Jiang Chi didn't know if he was suffering from short-term amnesia, so he tentatively asked, "Do you have some kind of amnesia?"

"What should I remember?" Wei Ming asked back.

"Here is a copy."

"Copy?" Wei Ming frowned.

Then Jiang Chi told him the information about the dungeon that he said last night. Similarly, the expression on Wei Ming's face changed from bewildered and indifferent to gradually excited. He slowly moved back and leaned against the corner of the wall, thinking over and over again what Jiang Chi said.

At the same time, the sound of walking forward came from outside the corridor. Jiang Chi thought it was the prison guards coming to announce the new rules, so he leaned against the iron gate and waited.

As a result, when the prison guard walked in front of Jiang Chi, the number 003 was refracted in the dim light, and Jiang Chi heard it clearly. The prison guard said: "[Rule [-], when the prison guard passes by, the prisoner must be in the prison guard's sight] .”

rule one?This is the first rule after he entered the dungeon, why did he repeat rule one?

Although Jiang Chi was a little suspicious, he explained in his heart that the prison guards would repeat rule one every day, which was similar to the meaning of roll call every day, to ensure that the number of prisoners did not decrease after the night passed, and no one had the audacity to escape or hide.

So Jiang Chi reminded Wei Ming: "If you want the prison guards to see you, you must not violate the rules."

Wei Ming was also unmoved, as if he was wary of Jiang Chi's words, so he was trapped in the shadow of the corner. At this time, because the prison guard couldn't see him, the lock ring on Wei Ming's neck launched an electric shock, and the electric current passed through him. His back arched instantly, so that he fell to the ground again in painful spasms.

Jiang Chi: "..."

Sighing, this guy always had the same style of work, so Jiang Chi had no choice but to turn around and reach out to turn on the light switch on the upper bunk.

The light was brilliant, and the prison guards managed to see Wei Ming, who was still trembling on the ground, and left after completing the task.

This familiar scene, could it be a cycle?Jiang Chi couldn't help but think so.

"Now you can trust me." Jiang Chi said to Wei Ming.

"Yes." Wei Ming lay on the ground panting, but smiled a little, as if he believed Jiang Chi's words, which made him feel very interesting.

Jiang Chi shook his head helplessly, ignored him, and thought to himself, if no new rules were issued, then perhaps today's task would still be the same as yesterday's, that is, to move the haystacks.

After waiting for a while, I heard an unstable signal from the radio: "It's time for labor, all prisoners are required to line up in the lobby in order."

"Go down." Jiang Chi beckoned Wei Ming to leave the cell, and Wei Ming finally obediently followed behind Jiang Chi.

Walking along the corridor towards the central hall, I saw a striking red-haired boy waiting for him from a distance.

At this moment, Jiang Chi paused slightly, as if he realized that something was wrong.

Could it be that……

Walking in front of Xiao Hongmao, he warmly greeted Jiang Chi: "Hi, you are Jiang Chi, although you don't know me, but I have seen your outstanding performance in the system, my name is Tian Zhenzhen , of the Twilight Special Service..."

"Acting head." Jiang Chi spoke out for him.

Little Hongmao raised her eyebrows in surprise: "You actually know me?"

Sure enough, Jiang Chi's complexion sank a little, and Xiao Hongmao also lost his memory.But he is not completely amnesia, because he remembers seeing him in the system, that is to say, like Wei Ming, he only lost the memory of yesterday.Jiang Chi looked around. The uniformly dressed prisoners all had expressions of surprise, fear and confusion. They didn't know what to do, so they could only follow the flow of people down the stairs.Many of them hung their heads down, as if they were seeing Bentham Prison for the first time, they still couldn't figure out the situation, so they walked tremblingly.

It seems that everyone except him has lost their memory of what happened yesterday.

Why is this happening?

Jiang Chi was not sure whether it was a time loop or everyone else had amnesia.

If it is amnesia, why is it that I am the only one who retains the memory?

Besides, everything that happened in the prison was exactly the same as yesterday.The same prison guard explained the rules, and the same went to the lobby to gather.

Is it really a time loop?

Jiang Chi didn't ask any more questions, he kept a calm and calm face, and answered Xiao Hongmao's words casually.

"Su Yunyuan told me when I was in the Weiguang Building last time."

Xiao Hongmao didn't become suspicious. After Wei Ming introduced himself again, the three of them followed the crowd.

It was quite weird, as if Jiang Chi was the only one repeating what happened the day before.

Can't help but let him have a thought, is it possible that here, only he is a real person, and everyone he met yesterday is just an NPC created for him and to cooperate with his performance?A fictional world in the dungeon where he is the only one.

The prison guards came down from the watchtower and asked them to line up and go up to get the team's number plate.

At this time, Jiang Chi noticed that the only difference from before was that the people who died the day before had disappeared.

Ganlu, Dunzi, and those who died in violation of the rules, their numbers were also read out by the prison guards, but when no one came up to claim them, the prison guards still skipped their numbers and proceeded one by one, and the rest The people below are organized into five-member teams.

Jiang Chi's heart skipped a beat. He realized that the number that was vacant yesterday was the same as today's because those people had died.This gave Jiang Chi a bad premonition. Although he remembered what happened yesterday, he didn't know how those people with vacant numbers died yesterday. He was just like today's people who lost their memory. For them, the number of vacancies has become an elusive thing.

Because some things are different from yesterday, it may not be right to say cycle one.That can only be amnesia.

So Jiang Chi had to think, did he also lose his memory before yesterday?

It seems that memory loss is the correct inference, but memory loss may not be the key to the whole thing.

Why do I remember what happened yesterday? Apart from amnesia, what rules do I have?This is probably the key to this matter.

Soon, the broadcast announced that the prisoners were going to work on the island, and they also followed the prison guards to leave the prison and carry haystacks to the open space on the island, with 20 bundles in each group.

When the prison guard pressed the password, Jiang Chi was in a daze for a second or two. Why did the prison guard press the password in front of them, and the only gate password in the entire Bentham Prison turned out to be 123456? Such a simple six-digit number, this is absolutely impossible Only relying on the monitoring of the central watchtower and the restrictions of the rules, could it be that for some reason, they are sure that no prisoner will escape from here easily.

After arriving on the island, everything was the same as the day before. The open space was filled with layers of haystacks again, and the cowshed 200 meters away from them was empty. Back to the starting point again.

It seems that the existence of this small island just makes the prisoners do the same thing over and over again.

Before starting to work, Jiang Chi walked to the center of the open space, clapped his hands calmly, attracted the attention of others, and then reminded them: "There are two sets of rules here, the rules of the small island and the rules of the prison. It was announced on the radio, and the Kojima rule, on the label of everyone's prison uniform, is that you can't commit the crime you committed again."

Everyone was in an uproar, and they lifted the labels of their clothes one after another, and looked at their charges separately to avoid triggering the rules.

"How do you know?" Someone in the crowd asked curiously.

They had different thoughts, some were very grateful for Jiang Chi's reminder, while others were suspicious of him.

The burly man who bullied Tan Ming yesterday looked at Jiang Chi suspiciously: "Everyone just came in, how did you find out?"

Jiang Chi didn't explain too much, but said lightly: "I saw it during the inspection."

At this time, Wei Ming was flipping through the hem of his clothes to look at the label on the back, and when he put down the prison uniform again, Jiang Chi noticed a faint scratch on his arm.

Wei Ming's skin was unhealthily pale, with blue-gray subcutaneous blood vessels, so the color of the scratch was also very light. After the wound scabbed, only granular pink scars remained, but those marks did not look like they were randomly scratched Jiang Chi saw some unobvious geometric patterns.

So he stretched out his hand subconsciously, and grabbed Wei Ming's warm wrist.

"How did you get this injury?"

Wei Ming withdrew his hands uncomfortably, lowered his eyelashes, and seemed to be considering: "When was the injury, I didn't notice it, it should be when racing or extreme skateboarding before?" He shook his head uncertainly.

"It's just a small injury, and it's almost healed." Xiao Hongmao glanced at Wei Ming's arm indifferently, and when he subconsciously looked down at his arm, he snorted, "Why do I have it too?"

Jiang Chi opened his sleeve, and there were similar scratches on his hands, but they healed in different degrees. Little Red Hair's skin was more delicate, with clear marks, and even some textures that seemed to be scratched on purpose could be seen.

And Jiang Chi's scar has almost completely scabbed off, leaving only a little bit lighter than other parts of the skin, so Jiang Chi has not noticed the wound on his arm.

"What is certain is that these scars were not caused unintentionally." Jiang Chi's mind was running fast.

This reminded him of the third prison rule announced by the prison guard last night.

[Rule [-]: Prisoners are not allowed to leave words on their bodies. 】

The emergence of rules can be divided into several situations, one is the rules that exist in themselves, and the people who enter the copy must abide by them, and the other is that the rules change according to what happens, that is, formulate solutions for specific problems. Rules for this question.

This situation is very common. For example, in schools, there are inherent rules that students cannot dye their hair or smoke. However, the actual situation of each school is different, and unique rules will be added according to specific situations to prevent certain phenomena from happening. , For example, some schools with serious night outs will stipulate access control time and ward round time, etc.

Obviously, the prisoner is not allowed to leave words on his body, which belongs to the latter.

Because the behavior of prisoners leaving words on their bodies is not a common practice, but a special situation outside the inherent rules, so a special event must have occurred in Bentham Prison, and based on this reason, such a new phenomenon was derived. rule.

But why did the prisoner leave the text?What words will they leave on their bodies?

Leaving marks such as words must be to remind or remember something.

"Everyone roll up your sleeves and check. Whoever has unknown scratches on their arms should stretch out their arms and look side by side."

Jiang Chi asked people with scars on their arms to gather together, because he reminded Xiaodao about the rules earlier, so many people were willing to follow his words, including Chen Linfeng, the leader of the White Deer Group, who observed Jiang Chi looked at him while stretching out his arm, as if he was making some kind of sharp judgment.

Jiang Chi on the side didn't notice Chen Linfeng's expression, he lowered his head to carefully examine the various scratches of different shades, what exactly they represented.

"This is..." Jiang Chi quickly had an answer.

The scratches are all straight lines, but when they are connected end to end with another person with scars, there will be circular squares or turning line segments, as well as all symbols. Three rules.

"It's a simplified map."

Jiang Chi drew those line segment patterns colossally in his mind, while explaining, he pointed to Wei Ming's wrist joint: "Here, it is a square, and the place connecting the next person is marked with a moon pattern, which is the direction. , which means the west side of the sunset, and the west side is the livestock area, which is where our current cowshed is, and the cowshed just happens to be a square."

He raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the entire island in the scorching sun: "If I'm not mistaken, what we drew on our arms is the map of the island."

Everyone withdrew their arms inexplicably: "Map?"

"How?" They couldn't believe it.

"When did you draw it? Did I draw it myself?"

"Why can't I remember when it was engraved? I came here as soon as I opened my eyes, engraved in a dream?"

"If our memories are wiped out every day, why are we drawing maps day after day? Doesn't make sense?"

Everyone was chattering, Xiaohongmao pondered, rubbed his chin and said: "Many of these scars have healed, which means that it has not been a short time, either we have been here before, or, why did we give the scratches to you?" forgotten."

Chen Linfeng's eyes were as sharp as eagles, and the sun's light spread on his translucent black pupils, like the eyes of a night watchman shining in the dark. Suddenly he said, "This is the 73rd day we have been here."