When they reached the stairwell on the fifth floor, a huge metal door blocked the two of them.
"Can't make it?"
Zhou Ke stepped forward curiously. A probe suddenly protruded from the top of the metal door, and then a palm-sized panel appeared in the middle of the panel. A line of flashing and scrolling words appeared on it, and a mechanical sound sounded——
"Identification failed. Personnel not entered. Time: 18:23:39, record has been sent to the administrator's email."
The panel went dark, and the fluorescent strips on both sides of the door flashed red.
"Identification failed. Personnel not entered. Time: 18:24:21, record has been sent to the administrator's email."
"Identification failed. Personnel not entered. Time: 18:25:24, record has been sent to the administrator's email."
"Identification failed. Personnel not entered. Time: 18:25:29, record has been sent to the administrator's email."
Zhang Chi: "Get back!"
Zhou Ke was dumbfounded on the spot. Hearing this sound, he finally realized that he had been triggering the identifier, and hurriedly ran back from the stairs.
"What, what's going on?"
Zhang Chi frowned and walked to the metal door. The panel suddenly made a crisp sound, the scrolling words on it immediately changed, and a mechanical sound sounded at the same time——
"Identification successful."
The door opens.
Zhang Chi stepped through the gate and motioned for Zhou Ke to come over. Zhou Ke hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped back.
It seems that this door can identify whether someone from the fifth floor is entering. What if he steps through and the door closes again? Or what if he goes in but can’t come out later? And the administrator's email address, is it the prison guard's email address? Did he get into big trouble?
Zhou Ke's face turned pale: "Forget it, forget it... I won't visit anymore. I'll go back first."
After Zhou Ke left, Zhang Chi walked to 506, opened the door, and unexpectedly found that the layout here was somewhat different from that on the third floor.
First of all, whether because she was the only female inmate in this group, the room was a single room - no bunk beds, just a bed. There were uniform toiletries in the room, and there was some dust on the bed covers and quilts. There were some gray-brown old blood stains on the floor, and the room had an indescribable odor.
Moldy, sour, cold——
Inhaling it into his nose, Zhang Chi sneezed violently.
There are no windows in the room, only a small ventilation window on the door, just below the house number.
Zhang Chi opened the door to get some air, walked out of the room, and looked back and forth in the corridor.
The structure of each door is the same. Through the small window, you can see that some rooms have people in them, and some rooms have no people in them. They all have single beds.
Zhang Chi's eyes fell on the metal door leading to the fifth floor.
Why only set up identification on the fifth floor? This prison is isolated from the rest of the world and is guarded at all levels. Even if a prisoner escapes, the heavy machine guns in this building are enough to blast him to pieces in an instant.
What is the purpose of a metal door under normal circumstances?
Anti-theft, anti-theft... isolate the people inside from the people outside.
So, is this door to protect the people on the 5th floor, or to protect the people outside the 5th floor?
Zhang Chi lay in the middle position and looked down.
The reason why the prison guards allow them to go back to their rooms on their own is probably not because they believe in their self-consciousness, but because they have absolute confidence in the guards here.
There are more than twenty camera probes. Radiation-proof sealed lead door, the kind commonly used in bases, is very thick. Machine guns, five on each floor, 25 in total. The ceiling is translucent glass, but there are two black boxes placed on both sides of the roof. I don’t know if they are alarms.
With a creak, the door of 503 opened, and a man nearly two meters tall came out.
Men's prison uniforms only come in three sizes, small, medium and large. His upper body muscles are extremely large, so large that even for his height and frame, they are too alien. According to the standard body shape, the small size is suitable for under 1.7 meters, the medium size is suitable for 1.8 meters, and the large size is suitable for 2 meters. , the large-sized prison uniform was so tight on his body that it seemed as if his muscles were about to burst and the buttons would pop out at any moment. His arms reached past his hips, and he walked as if two long whips were being whipped around.
He put his forearm on the fence, looked at Zhang Chi, and smiled strangely.
He walked towards Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi got up from the fence, went straight into the room, and closed the door before he came over.
The muscular man knocked on the door.
Zhang Chi ignored him.
"Get to know each other?" A deep and deep voice came from outside the door.
Zhang Chi hesitated for a moment and said through the door: "Is something wrong?"
The muscular man said: "What did you commit?"
Zhang Chi: "Is it important?"
The muscular man said: "Not important. Just curious."
Zhang Chi said: "What are you curious about?"
The muscular man said: "I'm curious why you live on the fifth floor."
Zhang Chi: "...Then why do you live on the fifth floor?"
Muscle Man skipped the question and simply said, "I know people who lived here before."
Zhang Chi wondered: "So?"
The muscular man said: "This room has bad feng shui."
"..." Is there any place with good feng shui in this place?
Zhang Chi lost interest: "Oh."
The muscular man said: "It's a haunted house."
Zhang Chi: "..."
You can tell me which prison cell is not a haunted house.
The muscular man said: "Don't you ask me how I know?"
Zhang Chi held back his temper: "How do you know?"
The muscular man said: "I am the murderer."
After saying that, he said no more.
Zhang Chi frowned and stood on tiptoe. Through the small window of the metal door, he saw him walking away swinging his arms.
It took a while for Zhang Chi to realize that he was here to show off his power.
She turned on the faucet at the sink and glanced between the only handkerchief hanging on the shelf and the pillow on the bed - finally she removed the pillow, put the pillowcase in the sink, soaped it up, and lathered it up Soak, and wipe the sink, bed frame, and small table bit by bit.
Half an hour later, she washed the pillowcase and hung it on the washstand. Then she took off the towel, soaped it up, rubbed it clean, and put it on her face.
After wiping her face clean, she finally began to examine herself in the mirror.
She is probably in her early twenties, with plump apple muscles, thin cheeks, and standard facial features. She looks a bit like her original self - but I can't tell where exactly she is similar.
She thought she was dead.
But not dead.
This is another world.
In the wasteland era, technology develops rapidly in wars. Whether it is people against people or people against zombies, the technology tree is always undergoing major turning points, just like the differentiation between arthropods and chordates. Once it starts, it will be a thousand miles away. Fallacy.
So, when did this world begin to divide, and what did it look like?
Zhang Chi recalled the feeling of being in the truck.
Nervous, fearful, focused, and surging with adrenaline, she captured all the details that could be ignored in her mind. Finally, she raised her palms, walked to the bed and sat down, bent down and grabbed the metal bed frame.
Twist very hard.
Open.
No response.
He clenched his cheeks, twisted them, and opened them again.
Unscathed.
What's wrong?
Zhang Chi frowned.
Could it be that she remembered it wrong? Perhaps the mark had been left on the metal side of the truck. No, if that was the case, why didn't she feel it when she got in the car? But even after high-tech transformation, can her body really compete with the strength of these alloys?
Is it so mysterious?
Zhang Chi took his hand back and looked at it carefully.
The fingers are long and slender, with some thin calluses and soft skin.
If this power really comes from her body, what triggers it?
Zhang Chi put his palms on the bed frame and searched and recalled everything that happened at that time in his mind.
Darkness, unknown - a loud "clang" - adrenaline surges, what happens next?
Fight response.
"Creak"——
Zhang Chi felt that the things in his palms began to soften, his palms became warm, and several fingerprints of different shades were left on the metal bed frame in an instant.
Zhang Chi jerked his hand away.
It’s so fucking fantasy.
She stretched out her hand and touched the metal frame that had been flattened and rounded like plasticine, and found that the heat had disappeared, leaving only hard and cold ridges and depressions.
The straight metal frame became ugly and twisted, and the collapsed part was shaky, causing the entire bed to fall a little outward.
Zhang Chi took a deep breath.
She stood up, squatted beside the bed, put her fingers on the metal frame, and tried back and forth more than a dozen times. Finally, she smoothed out the dented part. However, due to limited skills, the metal could never return to a straight state. Zhang Chi sat on the bed. I sat down, pressed hard a few times, and tried "rubbing" a few more times, until I felt that the stability of the bed was not affected much, and finally gave up.
Night comes quickly.
Zhang Chi lay on the bed and remembered what the muscular man said before——
"I'm curious why you live on the fifth floor."
If she saw it correctly, there was a red seal on his hand.
If this is the case, the single rooms on the fifth floor do not appear to have been randomly assigned.
There are double rooms downstairs and single rooms on the fifth floor. There are no inmates. What does that mean?
Also, why did the prison guard inform Zhou Ke of his sentence, but she didn’t?
Is it an oversight? Or does it have any other profound meaning?
Zhang Chi couldn't figure it out.
Soon fell asleep.
***
At six-thirty, dinner started in the cafeteria, and people came downstairs one after another.
The cafeteria is underground in the prison. It has two floors. The lower floor is where prisoners eat, and the upper floor is where prison guards eat. The second floor is the hall, and the first floor is the private rooms. The middle is hollowed out and the height is very high. Standing anywhere in the corridor on the second floor, you can clearly see the movement in the hall.
Zhang Chi came either early or late. The hall was already half full, and the food was worse than the food on the plane. The staple food was yellow and white, and there was an egg for each person. Other than that, there was nothing else. The moment she appeared, many probing eyes fell on her again. Zhang Chi raised his head, and the crowd withdrew their gaze.
As if she was ignorant, she took out the top plate from the stacked plates, scooped out a spoonful of batter, took an egg, and then found a table in the corner to sit down.
Halfway through eating, a man walked across from me.
"You're so early," Zhou Ke put down his plate and sat down opposite Zhang Chi, "Classes don't start until half past seven."
Zhang Chi nodded.
Zhou Ke lowered his voice: "The prison guards came to see me last night."
Zhang Chi: "Huh?"
Zhou Ke: "Don't let me run to the fifth floor in the future."
Zhang Chi: "..."
Zhou Ke's tone was a little brisk: "He is my fellow countryman, and he is quite nice."
The two of them were engrossed in eating. Zhou Ke suddenly seemed to remember something and jumped in his seat: "Hey, do you know why you are a red seal?"
Judging from his tone, it seemed like he knew this time.
"Why?"
"Because you guys on the 5th floor all get red stamps."
Zhang Chi: "..."
Zhou Ke: "Haha, why are you looking like this?"
Zhang Chi was speechless and fuming.
Zhou Ke patted his head: "Oh, and what's more, do you know who are on the fifth floor?"
Zhang Chi: "...?"
Zhou Ke said: "The maximum sentence is five hundred years. Serious criminals will never be released on bail and their sentences will never be commuted!"
Zhang Chi: "You mean I have to be detained here for five hundred years?"
Zhou Ke said: "How can that be possible? No one can live for five hundred years."
Zhang Chi: "..." For the first time, Zhang Chi felt that someone deserved a beating so much.
Zhou Ke finally realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing and laughed twice.
"I mean, did you see that gate we came in through?"
"how?"
"The writing on the door."
“A good man’s life is safe?”
"The one above——" Zhou Ke said word by word, "reform, build, camp."
"so?"
"This is a reform camp, not a prison." Zhou Ke lowered his voice.
"What's the meaning?"
"We are here to reform, not to go to jail."
Not going to jail?
Zhang Chi frowned and was about to ask clearly when suddenly there was a loud noise in the restaurant——
Everyone turned their heads in the direction of the sound in an instant——
In the place where the meal was being served, two people started fighting.
The stacked plastic plates, bowls, chopsticks, and spoons all fell to the floor, and the paste was rolled on the ground. More than ten or twenty eggs rolled, and "crack" - the person who was fighting stepped on it, and there was a "dong" sound. The man fell to the ground, and another man took the opportunity to ride on his waist and smashed a plastic dinner plate on his head.
"Shh-" a whistle came from the crowd.
"Alas--"
The prisoners were so angry that they stopped eating. Some stood on chairs and some stood on tables, and they all started clapping their hands to support the fire.
A bald man shouted: "Hit him, beat him well! Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"
The man on the ground was hit with a bruised nose and face, but he could still identify the direction of the sound. He grabbed an egg and threw it at the head of the bald head. It was like throwing a dart, fast and accurate, and it hit the red heart. The bald man's center of gravity was unstable and he slipped from the ground. He had long hands and long legs. When he fell down, his fingers touched the dinner plate on the next table. The dinner plate immediately flew up, and the paste inside was poured onto the table where he was sitting. On the man's penis at the table.
"Looking for fucking death!"
Before the bald man could realize what was happening, he was already being pushed to the ground and beaten.
"Uuuuh-ah-"
With stars in his eyes, the bald man stretched out his foot and kicked the old man who was "eating" to the ground. The man then fell sprawled on the table next door, knocking the plate to the floor.
The two people eating at the table yelled "fuck me" and attacked him.
Soon, this fight between two people ignited the whole place like dominoes. There were trampled eggs, flying plates, nosebleeds and tears everywhere.
After beating for about ten minutes, the prison guard from upstairs appeared, standing in the corridor on the second floor and yelling at the prisoners in the lobby on the first floor.
No one listened, and the fight became more and more fierce.
The prison guard hurried downstairs.
Everyone in the restaurant was in chaos, and the door into the restaurant was blocked by a human-shaped barrier lying on the ground. The prison guards knocked on the door wildly with electric batons, but the howls and curses from the whole place had long since drowned out any movement.
At this time of chaos, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the hall.
The bullet passed between the eyebrows of a man standing at the table in the middle of the restaurant and exploded in the back of his head.
The whole place was silent.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the man standing on the second floor.
The dark blue uniform has meticulous buttons and hem, a stern face, a strong chin, and a pair of white gloves.
He was holding a sniper rifle in his hand.
The gun smoke has not cleared.
