"I don't want to die, what the hell is going on? It shouldn't be like this. ”

"It's noisy, shut your mouth, okay? Nelly! ”

"I can't do it, Pitts. I'm scared! The girl cried out through the cell, "Webb, Alan, what can you do?" ”

Webber said in a deep voice: "Let's all calm down, this should be some kind of assessment for the marshal." Maybe she's looking at us from behind a light screen right now. ”

Alan looked around the cell and said, "I've already checked it just now, and there is no surveillance equipment in there......"

"In other words, this is not an assessment? Are we really going to be sentenced to death if we are really caught as criminals? Nelly exclaimed, "No, I don't want this!" I'm going home, I'm going home! ”

"Calm down!" Alan shouted, "Don't give up so quickly. Think about it, we are on a frigate. And our family knew that Marshal Windsor Belo was on his way 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'll survive until someone comes to the rescue?" Pitz screamed and kicked the door with his foot, "Damn, these things are so thick, can't you open them?" ”

The metal armor that was more than ten centimeters thick was obviously not something that a few tenth-level teenagers could tear apart. So the prison guards were relieved to leave them in these confinement cells, and they didn't even restrict them from talking.

Footsteps rang out.

With the lessons of the past, even Nelly obediently kept her mouth shut. Now that the situation is clear, no one wants to sit in the electric chair by themselves.

Moments later, the morning guard returned. He looked around and said contemptuously, "Congratulations, you little bastards. The verdict has been handed down, and in seven days' time, you will be publicly hanged. ”

"That's not true." Pitz yelled, "You pig, you'd better get me out of here." Otherwise, Lao Tzu will have to kill you! ”

"It seems that you took what I just said as wind in your ears." The prison guard walked up to Pitze's cell and typed something on the electronic device in front of the door.

A moment later, Alan heard the sound of electricity rushing from Pitze's cell, and the sound of Pitts' pig-killing screams. Then the guards called two of their colleagues and dragged Pitz out and took him away. It wasn't until late evening that Pitz was thrown back into his cell. Alan glanced through the window of the door and saw Pitz covered in wounds. There were several obvious signs of burns from the strong electric current, and Pitz was unaware of it by this time, and it was not until evening that he regained consciousness.

"You have to be careful, the four metal walls of this confinement chamber are not for nothing, they are the best conductors of electricity......" After waking up, Pitz was in a lot of mental distress, and did not forget to remind everyone: "That damn electricity directly knocked me unconscious." As for the rest, I don't want to say. Anyway, I don't think it's like an assessment, they really want to kill us! ”

On the other side, Nelly was already sobbing, and even Webb was depressed. After all, they are children of a family, how could they have suffered like this, let alone now that the death penalty has been announced inexplicably. The psychological pressure can be imagined, Alan is better, years of surface life have sharpened his heart as hard as steel, and he will not be easily frightened by the predicament in front of him.

For him, since this is not an assessment, then he can't sit still. He re-examined the cell, groping almost inch by inch, and tried to use his abilities to "burn", but he could not burn the electronic instruments that controlled the gate with the thermal conductivity of the metal as expected. In this way, it is clear that there is also a laminated material in the metal plate of the gate to prevent high temperatures. Otherwise, the door panel on one side of the prison would have burned red, and the electronic lock on the other side would have exploded.

If you can't open the door by guò, there's almost no other way to get out. The tenth-level source power can't tear through the metal armor yet.

Through repeated attempts and failures, Alan spends a day in prison. The next day, he curled up in the corner of the bed with a thin quilt in his arms, as if he had returned to the company of wolves. Suddenly woken up by a barrage of screams and swearing, Alan opened his eyes and froze. When I listened intently, I could hear that it was Nelly's voice. The girl screamed and cursed as if she had collapsed.

So it didn't take long for several vicious prison guards to appear, and concocted Nelly like yesterday against Pitz, and stunned her, making it impossible to use a source force combat skill, and dragged her out of the cell like a dead man.

"What are you going to do? Let her go! Pitz exclaimed, in exchange for a few batting.

Allen and Webb were silent, knowing full well that the protest would be futile now. Alan watched from the door as Nelly disappeared from his sight before turning and walking back. Suddenly he stopped, squinted, and Alan fell to the ground. The confinement chamber was a sealed iron prison, and even the floor was a sheet of metal. But the metal plate was locked with thumb-sized screws, and Alan pressed his ear to the ground, hearing the sound of water below.

Suddenly, there was a regular tapping sound on the wall, and Alan carefully discerned that it was the Morse code. Webb was in the cell next door, tapping his hand on the wall and saying, "I have an idea." ”

Alan also responded with Morse code, but at first he had to remember how the code was combined, so he typed it very slowly. But after a few times, he had already answered the question fluently.

Alan said in cipher: "What idea?" ”

"I wanted to deliberately create an incident so that the prison guards could intervene, maybe I could attack him by surprise and then take the opportunity to escape from the cell."

"That's a good idea, but they're going to stun you first."

"I know, but I'm trained in striking resistance. As long as you are prepared, you can completely cancel out some of the current with the source force, so as to keep your mind clear. ”

"Then try it, but you'll have to observe it for a day. At the very least, we need to find out how many prison guards there are outside the confinement room. ”

"You're right."

After the two of them had finalized some more details, they looked out through the window of the gate. Outside the confinement is a corridor, and the corridor is not very long, and there are probably only five or six confinement cells for "felons" like Allen. Alan's cell was almost at the end of the hallway, and from his room, he could easily see that there was a gate at the end of the hallway.

When the gate opens, you can see a police room outside, which is often occupied by two prison guards. Above the gates are several weapon terminals, and the attack system is a miniature automatic machine gun. The barrels were arranged so carefully that it was almost certain that once the machine guns were fired, there was no room for the people in the hallway behind the door to dodge.

After nearly a day of observation, Alan basically figured out the rules of the prison guards' patrols. Every hour, one of them would come in and go around through the gate. The guards were armed with batons and automatic pistols, and their weapons were not very powerful, but the headache was the weapon terminals of the gates, which would cause them to shoot them into a sieve when the gates were opened. After all, the bright surveillance camera outside the corridor is enough to faithfully reflect what happened inside on the brain screen of the police room.

In the evening, the warden arrived. It was a man in his forties, with a beard and deep eyes. Eren saw a glow of source power in him, and it was clear that he was a source power person, or even a sealer. In short, it is by no means comparable to ordinary prison guards. There are two guards next to the warden, and there is also the light of the source force on his body, but the intensity is relatively weak.

The warden circled around several confinement rooms before finally coming to Alan's door. Through the window, he looked at Alan and said, "Sue me, what made you so crazy and killed half of the town's people." ”

Alan spread his hands and said, "We have already said that we are not criminals. ”

"Little bastard, you can continue to be hard-mouthed." The warden gasped like an angry bull. He clenched his fist and slammed the door down and said, "God knows how much I want to beat you up now, and because of you, I will never hear Jack's old man's babbling voice again, and though he is sometimes annoying, he is my friend!" ”

"I'm sorry." Alan said helplessly.

"Shut up!" The warden kicked the door hard and yelled, "Damn the Federal Constitution, I wish you did something stupid, so I would make you realize that public hanging was too merciful for you!" ”

With that, he left angrily.

In the evening, the prison guard brought dinner from the window. Eating the dry, hard bread, Alan used the password to relay the layout he had seen and the patrol patterns of the prison guards to Webb.

Webb was quick to respond: "Weapon terminals? Damn, can we get through without armor and weapons? ”

"It's not impossible, for example, to use prison guards as shields." Alan replied, "But don't be busy doing it yet. There may be other safer options. ”

"What is it?"

"It's not certain yet, I'll wait until tonight."

Night falls.

At night, the prison guards' patrols are not as intensive as during the day. Basically, it only comes in every two hours, and in the middle of the night, it doesn't show up until three o'clock in the morning. Alan slept through the night, remembering their patterns.

Until late that night, I finally saw Nelly come back. What happened to her, no one knows.

On the third day, Webb was already a little unable to sit still, and Alan asked him to press it for another day.

"Get down to the ground and listen, there could be a drainage channel down there." Alan said.

Webb said, "So what? We can't get in again. ”

"Not necessarily. I might have a solution. Alan didn't say anything to Weber, and another day passed. Late at night, at three o'clock in the morning, the prison guards made rounds and left. Eren rolled out of bed, plugged the window of the door with the quilt, and lay on the ground, the flow of source power forming the mark of the blade of the Burning Plains in front of his forehead.

Alan rolled up his sleeves, his hand shook, and a puff of fire immediately burned in his hand!

[Glancing at the back/desk, the manuscript box has been slimmed, but fortunately it can last for a few days, haha.] 】I1387