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“…… I...... Still alive......"

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“…… I'm here...... Where ......"

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"So thirsty...... Thirsty ......"

In a daze, Qi Lin's throat subconsciously agitated, but the liquid that poured up from his stomach was a salty, bloody and gastric acid mixed taste, and this smell suddenly choked him to his senses-

"Ahem, ahem—"

Struggling to open his eyes, Qi Lin found himself in a dark secret room, a room filled with foul-smelling sewage that had never reached his chest.

Qi Lin's hands and feet were imprisoned by a pair of shackles tightly bound into his flesh, and a rusty iron chain passed through his shoulder blades, holding him to a thick wooden stake.

There is a high level of radiation in the sewage, but it is not immediately fatal, making Qi Lin feel as if there are countless small insects on his body soaked in water, as if there are countless small insects eating and biting him little by little, as for those wounds, the situation is even worse, not only is there no sign of healing, but it is festering and necrotic even more severely.

"...... here?"

"The water prison of the Mutual Aid Inquisition." Cooper answered the question for Qilin.

“…… Or were you caught by them? Qi Lin looked diagonally upwards with some distraction, where there was a one-meter-square net-shaped cast iron cover plate similar to the drainage ditch cover, and between the gaps in the cover, there was a faint glimmer of light penetrating through.

"One of the Templars that day was an evolutionary who seemed to have fused the genes of a mutant fish that fish, and he fished you out of the sea." Cooper said.

Qi Lin was stunned, although if the Templar hadn't scooped himself up, he would probably have drowned in the depths of the sea, but the current situation, to be honest, was not much better than drowning......

"How many days have I been in a coma?"

"It's less than a day, it's only 18 hours, and the Mutual Aid Society has decided to burn you at the stake on the highest deck of the Iron City in 58 hours, and now the news is all over the city."

"Ahem...... Fifty-eight hours? That is, I have less than three days left? Hiss-"

Qi Lin tried to struggle for a while, but found that the numb joints of his limbs, which had been soaked in the cold sewage, suddenly came from bursts of heart-piercing pain and an obvious foreign body sensation, which made Qi Lin grit his teeth.

"They drove steel nails into the joints of your limbs, and they didn't put that special poison on the nails, and now the nails have been sealed inside you because of your wound healing, and if you want to remove these steel nails embedded in the joints, you have to break the flesh at the joints first, and then pull them out from the deepest depths."

After listening to Cooper's words, Qi Lin somewhat understood why Lao Xuan's people were afraid when they mentioned the court...... This group of guys has really reached a fairly high level of attainment in torturing people, so that not only can Qi Lin's ability to move, but also, because the steel nail stays in Qi Lin's body and has been causing continuous damage to Qi Lin, he can't use the offline method to escape the burning at the stake two days later.

"Cooper, did you record the structure of this dungeon when they brought me in?" Qi Lin asked suddenly.

"Of course."

Enduring the severe pain, Qi Lin slowly raised his wrist in front of him, and immediately, Cooper showed a 3D stereoscopic map.

This water prison was originally transformed from the watertight compartment at the bottom of the Jiangsu-Zhejiang, like this watertight compartment made of high-strength special steel that can resist huge water pressure, even if Qi Lin is given a few bags of explosives now, it can't be exploded at all, and if you want to get out, there is only one exit on the top.

Outside the exit is a narrow hallway, flanked by watertight compartments that have also been converted into cells, and at the end of the hallway, a heavily guarded watertight door.

According to Cooper's records, on the 3D stereoscopic map, there are at least four evolutionary guards at both ends of the watertight door, and above the watertight door, there is a main passage with no forks in the road, which is 200 meters long, leading to the cabin located in the belly of the aircraft carrier, and along the way, there are many members of the Inquisition.

"It's very difficult to escape from prison...... Qi Lin tried to move his shoulder, and the chain that passed through his shoulder blades immediately rubbed against his bones and made a tooth-aching sound.

“…… But it's not completely out of the ordinary. ”

Secretly turning on the Boiling Blood Skill and Injury Immunity, Qi Lin first forcibly cut into the skin of his left elbow with his fingernails, forcibly tore open the already healed body, and pulled out a steel nail that was about to grow with flesh and blood.

Throwing the steel nail away, the continuation of the skill was just over, and the pain in his elbow immediately came up, almost making him faint in pain.

After resting for an hour, the skill cooled down, and Qi Lin pulled out the steel nails in the joint of his right arm like a cannon - as for the two at the knees, there was really no way, the chains were stuck on Qi Lin's shoulders, so that he could not bend down to reach his legs, and his numb and stiff legs could not drag the heavy shackles out of the water.

And just at this moment, there was a burst of footsteps overhead, so that Qi Lin didn't dare to do any more, and quickly closed his eyes and lowered his arms into the water again.

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It took almost two hours for the wound on his elbow to heal, and now Qi Lin had the heart to pay attention to the iron chain that had passed through his shoulder blades and locked him to the stake.

Compared to the steel nails, this iron chain as thick as a finger is the more troublesome thing.

Qi Lin now only has a pair of close-fitting clothes, and all his things and equipment have been searched, but fortunately, he still has one last weapon.

Summoning a miniature version of the sawtooth bone blade that was only more than ten centimeters long, Qi Lin grabbed the iron chain in one hand and the bone blade in the other, and began to carefully saw the iron chain.

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One hour, two hours......

Whenever the footsteps of the patrol approached, Qi Lin would stop, then sink the chain he was sawing into the water, and wait until the footsteps faded away before continuing his work......

Finally, when the chain was finally sawn off, Qi Lin could be considered to have figured out the pattern of the patrol players above - the narrow corridor above was eighty meters long, and a total of two patrol players walked back and forth, each back and forth was about two minutes, and for every three rounds of patrol, they would have a break of about five minutes.

Having mastered this time, Qi Lin's next actions were much bolder, first bending down and plunging into the water, pulling out the two steel nails at the knees, and then sawing off all the shackles at the wrists and ankles.

After all this confinement was completely lifted, he silently swam to the bottom of the metal cover, and when he estimated that the patrol player was about to approach, he slammed the chain on the cover with a crisp crashing sound.

As soon as the voice came out, Qi Lin took a deep breath, shrank his body, and dived into the water......