"Finally came out." Outside Linguo's imperial city, Qingjun entered the jar with tears in his eyes after seeing the light of day again. He looked back at the city gate where he came out, full of deep affection and no regrets.
He must never enter that damn place again!
God knows how he spent these days.
As a veteran death-seeking player who never hits the wall, never looks back, never sees the Yellow River, never gives up, never enters the coffin, never sheds tears, I feel restless even if I ask you to put yourself in a urn and squat in jail.
In the past two days, he carefully observed the surrounding environment and the movements of guards, and finally discovered that there were no guards in the dungeon at all.
This discovery made Qingjun extremely excited.
There were no guards, which meant that as long as he could open the door of the cell that locked him, he would have a chance to escape smoothly.
Having learned from the past experience that I was encouraged by others to formulate an inadequate action plan, I would like to make every preparation extremely cautiously this time.
He didn't even talk to his fellow prisoner, Xiang Xiangcai, and he only thought about his escape route.
On the fourth day of imprisonment, I asked you to enter the urn and start your escape plan.
In his opinion, this action plan was foolproof.
Please use the ancestral craftsmanship to pull out a hair from your head and pour your mind into it. The originally flexible hair becomes hard and the lock is opened very easily.
When the cell door was gently opened by him, he asked Jun to enter the jar with a proud smile on his face.
hey-hey! That's it! It's just a prison cell, but you still want to trap him? ! His ancestors have the blood of thieves!
If he hadn't brought any tools with him, he would have planned to perform eighteen tricks to escape from prison today.
He clapped his hands, threw away the used hair strands, and asked you to go out happily.
Perhaps he was too proud, and the extreme joy brought about sorrow. As soon as he took a step out of the cell, the lamp on the dungeon wall lit up.
During the past few days in jail, Qingjun has never seen such a bright light.
He even saw clearly the pity look cast by the cold coriander in the cell opposite.
The tall guard wearing a metal mask came to the dungeon at some point, picked up the collar of his neck like a chicken, and threw him into the cell.
Qingjun Ruweng looked confused and felt something was wrong.
His action plan was clearly foolproof, so why was he caught before he even left the cell?
Cold coriander leaned against the wall peacefully, and introduced to the audience in the live broadcast room with the light on: "Good afternoon, dear viewers, I will report the escape progress of the inmates in the opposite cell - the first step of escape, escape. fail."
The cells are soundproofed, so there is no possibility of shouting and communicating through the air.
In addition, Liangcai Xiangcai currently considers himself to be a semi-official, busy promoting "The Other Shore", and busy expressing himself to win a salary increase. He doesn't even care about Qingjun who came in after being provoked by his few words.
In his opinion, he is just a big stupid guy who is tall but not smart. Calling him stupid is not appropriate. The character who invites you to the urn is tall and thin. He has a smart name and looks like he is not very smart.
The business of Cold Cilantro is still very active. During the period of imprisonment, there is no other live broadcast, and the player's chat channel cannot be used. Cold Cilantro takes advantage of the offline time to understand the mission progress and interesting things of the players of "The Other Side", and also watches its own live broadcast. The barrage in between and the comments on Xingbo who posted the live broadcast information will be discussed in the next live broadcast.
Even though he couldn't see the live broadcast feedback, Xiang Xiang did not panic at all and stabilized his own rhythm.
When the show starts today, as always, Coleslaw introduces itself first and then the game.
"Good morning, dear viewers, I am the host of Cold Parsley, and the content of the live broadcast is - I am in jail in "The Other Side"."
"The holographic game "The Other Side" has been very popular recently. As an intermittent European emperor, the anchor was very lucky to get a place in the first closed beta, and was lucky enough to put himself in jail."
This live broadcast is a little different from the past. It seems that the official has adjusted the scope of the live broadcast for him, and also granted him the additional permission to view the barrage.
[Xiancai Xiangcai, is the person opposite you your cellmate? 】
[Is that player opposite? What is he doing? Coriander, look at it. 】
[Does the person on the other side want to jailbreak? I have been studying the lock of the cell door for a long time. 】
[This man has something special, he actually uses his hair to open locks! 】
The probability of selecting one barrage out of a hundred. The several barrages extracted in real time are all about the players in the opposite cell.
Cold Coriander adjusted the angle of the live broadcast recording by himself. The live broadcast lens is from God's perspective and is not hindered by darkness. Through his own live broadcast screen, Cold Coriander can clearly see the operation of inviting you to enter the urn.
The thing in his hand was indeed a strand of hair. He discovered it relatively late. When he saw it, it happened to be the scene where he asked you to enter the urn and successfully unlock the lock and throw away the strand of hair.
At the same time, Chilled Cilantro also joined the audience in the live broadcast room and witnessed with their own eyes the whole process of the expression that asked you to enter the urn from (⁼̴̤̆◡⁼̴̤̆) to (・・).
[Did he realize that the guard was standing in front of him? 】
[Although this urn player looks handsome when he uses his hair to open the lock, but when he is picked up and thrown back, he looks like a rabbit being picked up by the ears, hahahahahaha, weak, helpless and pitiful]
[When unlocking: It’s me as expected. When being arrested: Who am I and where am I?]
Cold coriander guessed that the barrage in her live broadcast room should be filled with joyous ridicule. In order to express her friendship with fellow inmates in prison, cold coriander held back her laughter and cast a look of pity and sympathy.
Please enter the urn and lie down again. No matter how hard you think about it, you don't understand how you were discovered.
The guard's voice was calm, and he announced ruthlessly: "Please enter the urn and try to escape. According to the dungeon management regulations, you will be punished by an additional half-day in prison."
"This punishment is not very severe. It only lasts for five days."
Cold coriander glanced at the barrage and found someone asking how long half a month was, so she answered casually.
"This old man only had to squat for five days. He was supposed to be able to go out tomorrow. I didn't expect that he would cause such a trouble."
He will be released soon after serving his sentence, no matter how hard it is.
Chilled Cilantro sighed in his heart. He hoped that he would only have to squat for five days. The live broadcast of squatting seemed interesting, but in fact, there was nothing interesting to broadcast at all. His persistence was purely a matter of professional ethics.
He lost his job as a professional fan of "The Continent of Gods and Demons" because of his love for his job. He finally fought for such an opportunity, but he couldn't screw it up.
Coleslaw thought so, and just as he was about to work hard, new people began to enter the originally empty dungeon.
The title of Cold Cilantro's live broadcast changed from "I'm in jail in "The Other Shore"" to "The dungeon is my home, and the excitement depends on everyone."
The content of the live broadcast is to speculate with the audience on what the new inmates have committed and chatter about. Qingjun, who was the first to go to jail and the first to complete his term of imprisonment, was finally released after serving his sentence.
The audience in the live broadcast room filled the screen with "Thank you for your patronage and welcome to visit next time". They still knew nothing about the cold coriander live broadcast. They left the dungeon without looking back and walked out of the city gate all the way. Only then did they feel that they could breathe. The air becomes free.
