"I don't want to die. What the hell is going on? It shouldn't be like this. "
"You're so noisy. Can you shut your mouth? Nairi! "
"I can't do it, Pitts. I'm scared! "The girl shouted across the cell," Weber, Allen, what can you do? "
Weber said in a low voice, "Let's all calm down. This should be some kind of test for Marshal. Maybe she's watching us from behind a light screen right now. "
Allen looked around the cell and said, "I've checked it just now. There's no surveillance equipment in here …"
"In other words, this isn't an exam? Are we really going to be arrested as criminals and sentenced to death? "Nairi shouted," No, I don't want this! I want to go home, I want to go home! "
"Calm down!" Allen shouted, "Don't give up so quickly. Think about it, we're on a frigate. And our family knows that Marshal Windsor Bellow is with us. If this is really an accident, then as long as the family can't contact us, they will find a way to find out where we are and rescue us. All we have to do is make sure we live well until then. "
"God knows if we can survive until someone comes to rescue us?" Pitts shouted and kicked the door, "Damn it, these things are so thick. Can't you open the door?"
The metal armor that was more than ten centimeters thick was obviously not something that a few level ten youths could tear apart. Therefore, the prison guards were very relieved to leave them in these confinement rooms, and did not even restrict them from talking.
The sound of footsteps rang out.
With the previous example, even Nairi obediently shut her mouth. Now that the situation was unclear, no one wanted to sit in the electric chair.
A moment later, the prison guard returned from the morning. He patrolled around and said contemptuously, "Congratulations, you little bastards. The verdict has been handed down. In seven days, you will be hanged in public. "
"This is not true." '"You pig, you'd better let me out quickly," Pitts shouted. Otherwise, I'll definitely kill you! "
"It seems like you turned a deaf ear to what I said just now." The guard walked to the front of Pitts' cell and typed something into the electronic device in front of the door.
A moment later, Allen heard the sound of electricity flowing from Pitts' cell, as well as Pitts' pig-like cries. Then the guard called for two colleagues and dragged Pitts out and took him away. It was not until evening that Pitts was thrown back into his cell. Allen glanced at the window on the door and saw that Pitts was covered in wounds. There were a few obvious traces of strong electric burns. At this time, Pitts was already unconscious and did not regain consciousness until night.
"You guys have to be careful. The four metal walls of this confinement room are not without reason. They are the best conductors of electric currents …" After waking up, Pitts was a lot more listless. He did not forget to remind everyone, "That damn electric current knocked me out. As for what happened after that, I don't want to talk about it. In short, I don't think this is a test. They really intend to take our lives! "
On the other side, Nairi was already sobbing, and even the Weber was in low spirits. After all, they were disciples of aristocratic families. They had never suffered like this before, let alone been sentenced to death for no reason. The psychological pressure could be imagined. Allen was still better. Living on the surface for many years had tempered his mind to be as hard as steel, and he would not be easily frightened by the predicament in front of him.
To him, since this was not an exam, he could not sit still and wait for death. He reexamined the cell, fumbling almost inch by inch. He also tried to use his ability to "burn", but he was unable to burn the electronic instrument that controlled the door through the thermal conductivity of the metal as he had expected. In this way, it was clear that there was a high-temperature interlayer in the metal plate of the door. Otherwise, the door on this side of the cell would have been burned red, and the electronic lock on the other side would have exploded long ago.
If he couldn't open the door through this method, then there was almost no other way to get out. Level 10 Origin Energy was still unable to tear apart the metal armor.
Allen spent a day in prison amidst his constant attempts and failures. The next day, he curled up and hugged a thin blanket to the corner of the bed, as if he had returned to the time when he was with the wolves. Suddenly awakened by a series of screams and curses, Allen opened his eyes and composed himself. Listening attentively, he could tell that it was Nairi's voice. The girl seemed to have collapsed, shouting and cursing angrily for a while.
Not long after, a few ferocious prison guards appeared and concocted Nairi the same way they dealt with Pitts yesterday. They stunned her, making it impossible for her to use her Origin Energy Battle Skills. Only then did they drag her out of the cell like a dead person.
"What are you doing? Let her go! "Pitts shouted, but in return, he was struck by a few sticks.
Allen and Weber did not make a sound. They knew very well that protesting now was futile. Allen watched Nairi disappear from his line of sight from the door before turning around and walking back. Suddenly, he stopped and narrowed his eyes. Allen lay on the ground. The confinement room was completely a sealed iron prison, and even the ground was a metal plate. However, the metal plate was locked with thumb-sized screws. Allen put his ear to the ground and heard the sound of water below.
Suddenly, a regular knocking sound rang out from the wall. Allen carefully distinguished it and recognized that it was the Morse code. Weber was in the next cell, tapping on the wall with his hand and saying in a password, "I have an idea."
Allen also responded with Morse code, but at first he had to recall the combination of the passwords, so he typed very slowly. However, after three or so times, he had already answered fluently.
Allen said in a password, "What's the idea?"
"I want to deliberately cause trouble and let the prison guards interfere. Perhaps I can attack him by surprise and then escape from the cell."
"That's a good idea, but they'll knock you out first."
"I know, but I've been trained to resist blows. As long as I'm prepared, I can use my Origin Energy to offset some of the electric current and keep my will awake. "
"Then let's give it a try, but we still have to observe for a day. At the very least, we need to find out how many guards are outside the confinement room. "
"You're right."
After the two of them finalized some more details, they used the window of the door to observe the outside world. Outside the confinement room was a corridor. The corridor was not long. There were probably only five or six confinement rooms for "felons" like Allen and the others. Allen's cell was almost at the end of the corridor. Looking out from his room, one could easily see a gate at the end of the corridor.
When the gate was opened, a police room could be seen outside. There were usually two prison guards working inside. Above the gate were several weapon terminals, and the attack system was a miniature automatic machine gun. The arrangement of the barrel was very exquisite, and it was almost certain that once the machine gun fired, there was no room for the people in the corridor behind the door to dodge.
After nearly a day of observation, Allen had basically figured out the rules of the prison guards' patrols. Every hour one of them would come in through the gate and take a turn. The prison guards were equipped with batons and automatic pistols. Their weapons were not very powerful, but the most troublesome part was the weapon terminal at the gate. They would be shot full of holes when the gate was opened. After all, the bright surveillance camera outside the corridor was enough to faithfully reflect what happened inside on the smart brain screen in the police room.
In the evening, the warden arrived. He was a man in his forties, with a beard and brooding eyes. What did Allen see in him? Poke in the back of the head? Gui? Yun Huang? Sorry bass poke phi? Lao Qiang escapes from the world. Swollen and itchy? Kill and take the T? Na'xunzha? Pao? Collapse? Xuan Ying Xing Poke Φ Tomb Pay III? Does Emperor Qiao Kuang recognize his minions?
The warden circled outside several confinement rooms and finally arrived in front of Allen's door. Through the window, he looked at Allen and said, "Tell me, what made you so crazy that you killed half of the town?"
Allen spread out his hands and said, "We've already said that we're not criminals."
"Little bastard, you can continue to be stubborn." The warden panted like an angry bull. He clenched his fist and slammed it on the door. "God knows how much I want to beat you up right now. It's because of you that I can no longer hear that old man Jack's nagging voice. Although he's annoying sometimes, he's my friend!"
"I'm sorry," Allen said helplessly.
"Shut up!" The warden kicked the door hard and roared, "Damn the Federation Constitution, I really hope that you do something stupid. That way, I'll make you realize that a public hanging is too merciful for you!"
With that, he left angrily.
At night, the prison guards delivered dinner through the window. Eating the dry and hard bread, Allen used a password to tell Weber about the arrangement he saw and the patrol pattern of the prison guards.
Weber quickly replied, "Weapon terminals? Damn it, do you think we can break through without armor and weapons? "
"It's not that there's no way, for example, using the prison guards as shields," Allen replied. "But don't be in a hurry to do that. Maybe there's a safer way. "
"What is it?"
"I can't be sure yet. Let's wait until after tonight."
Night fell.
At night, the prison guards' patrols were not as frequent as during the day. Basically, they would only come in once every two hours, and at night, they would only appear at three in the morning. Allen stayed up all night, remembering their pattern.
Until late that night, he still didn't see Nairi return. No one knew what had happened to her.
On the third day, Weber couldn't sit still anymore. Allen told him to restrain himself for another day.
"Lie on the ground and listen. There might be a drainage channel below." Allen said.
"So what?" Weber said. "We can't get in."
"Not necessarily. I might have a way. "Allen didn't tell Weber in detail. Just like that, another day passed. Late at night, at three in the morning, the prison guards patrolled and left. Allen rolled up from the bed. He stuffed the window of the door with a quilt and lay on the ground. Origin Energy flowed in front of his forehead, forming the engraving of the prairie blade.
Allen rolled up his sleeves and shook his hand. A flame burned in his hand!
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