Chapter 049 Prison Break Simulator

After hearing the cold joke about the warden sending people straight to hell, Ji Xu finally let Wei Nian leave. There were still twenty minutes left until four o'clock, but the Weidi Prison was at the westernmost part of the suburbs. To get there from Ji Xu's place of residence, one had to at least cross the entire city, and it would take Wei Nian more than two hours to walk there.

So, within about five minutes, there was a fierce knock on the door. Wei Nian shamelessly ran back and pulled at the door, wailing: "Lend me some money for the fare, boss! Boss! You can't bear to see me die on the road like a firework, can you?"

Some people not only cannot afford the deposit for the service fee, but also ask the other party to pay for the taxi fare.

The knocking on the door was as urgent as a ghost. Ji Xu couldn't bear it anymore and pushed the door open. He leaned against the door frame, and the black eyes behind the lenses stared down at Wei Nian condescendingly. Wei Nian very frankly took out his empty pockets to show Ji Xu, as if to say, the money in my pocket is less than the freedom that never existed.

After a long time, Ji Xu called a car for the poor Party A.

Before leaving, Wei Nian gave him the pistol with six bullets left, and reluctantly said, "I'll use it to pay for my bus fare first, and I'll come back to redeem it after I'm released from prison."

"No, it's not of much value to me." Ji Xu rejected it coldly, "I can get this kind of thing anytime I want it."

Ji Xu doesn't like to carry guns with him. He is afraid that he will not be able to get rid of this terrible habit in the future, so he tends to discard weapons very quickly. He will only keep weapons in emergencies to avoid future troubles. It sounds troublesome, but people always have to compromise for a stable life, and Ji Xu is no exception.

Wei Nian didn't know what he was thinking, and still tried to persuade him: "I'm not saying anything, but there's not even a stick for self-defense in your safe house, so you should keep it."

"The weapons I keep will either be used to shoot the enemy or given to my subordinates." Ji Xu looked straight at him and said calmly, "What kind of gun do you have?"

Wei Nian suddenly stopped talking. He squinted his eyes and looked at Ji Xu's expressionless face. The ticking sound of the watch became clearer and clearer in the silent air, advancing second by second, urging people to move forward.

“…”

Wei Nian raised his hand and slowly took a few steps back.

He heard the subtext of Ji Xu's words, which reminded him that Ji Xu was not a powerless clerical worker, and as everyone knows, some titles cannot be called out casually. In the last second, he was shamelessly asking the boss for free car fare, and in the next second, he almost worked like a slave for the other person.

"Don't be so serious, my friend." Wei Nian stopped trying to persuade him unnecessarily. He put the gun in the dilapidated fire extinguisher box beside the corridor. Dust covered Wei Nian's hands. He blew away the dust from his palms as if nothing had happened, as if he had never started any dangerous topic. you can't take it back to the prison."

After saying that, Wei Nian ran away. He went downstairs, opened the car door, quickly bent down and got in. The taxi sped away as if it was being chased by a dog.

Ji Xu closed the door, returned to the computer desk, and began to investigate the terrain of the dangerous prison.

It has been fine recently. In the past few years, residents living near the western suburbs often complained about the unstable terrain under the prison. This piece of earth's crust could only barely build normal buildings, but with the years of struggle between the prisoners and the prison, the prison was constantly updated and became heavier with each upgrade, eventually causing the ground to collapse from time to time.

During that period, people living in the western suburbs would always suddenly feel the ground shaking inexplicitly, followed by an ambulance coming with lights and bells on, taking away a few unfortunate people with their arms and legs in splints, and bringing them back after a while.

The people in the Guatemalan Prison are all sentenced to life imprisonment, and they cannot leave from the time they are born to the time they die.

Perhaps it was sentimentality or perhaps it was insufficient budget, but the prison was not moved. They remained standing despite the numerous letters of complaint from residents. Instead, they chose to inject grout and reinforce the prison with steel bars. However, in order to ensure that similar incidents would not occur again and to extend the service life of the underground renovation, they did not even dare to dig a sewer, but instead replaced it with a half-meter wide artificial pipe.

There is a grid partition every fifty meters on the drainage pipe, with a gap of ten centimeters. There is a detection equipment on it, which will alarm if it is cut. The drainage pipe is buried not too deep underground. The prisoners can even hear the sound of sewage flowing out when walking on the ground.

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, Wei Nian packaged the sorted information and sent it over.

According to the prison schedule, prisoners have to get up around 1:30, tidy up their rooms, then go to work at 2:00, and wait until 6:00 to finish work and eat.

But today is a day off, and even though this city has lead-gray pollution all year round, necessary humanistic care must be shown. The actions of sunbathing and exercising are even somewhat in line with the warden's humor - no matter how healthy and long-lived you are, you have to spend your life in prison in an orderly manner.

So my job was to bask in the sun and play competitive sports that were less likely to cause injuries. Baseball was absolutely impossible, but table tennis was okay. If you put the ball in your mouth, it would at most make you speechless, and if it hit your face with the racket, it wouldn't make a dent in your skull.

While Ji Xu was flipping through the thousands of documents with pictures and words, he said to Wei Nian, "I can tell you the time of the prison break. It will be within a week, provided you are sincere."

Wei Nian: “What?”

Ji Xu refused to give in: "I don't believe that the ten of you can't find a way to unfreeze your bank cards. No company is willing to work for nothing."

Wei Nian angrily replied: "Damn it! You are the only one in your company, can't you let go of the topic of the deposit of hundreds of thousands!"

Ji Xu replied good-temperedly, "You also said it was several hundred thousand." He copied the bank card number from the memo on his phone and kindly offered a second option, "Of course, you don't have to unfreeze it. Remember to deposit the money into this card, and don't forget to include your two ride fares."

"Stingy! Miser!"

Wei Nian was so angry that he was powerless and furious. He gathered all the curses in his heart and sent them to Ji Xu, but he was afraid that if he said something too harsh, Ji Xu would just disappear. He endured it until the end and became even angrier. If he were still outside the prison now, he would probably be shooting randomly to vent his anger.

But now he could only walk around to relieve the pressure. There were a few strangers near Wei Nian, all of whom were clients who had bought Ji Xu's jailbreak service. They occupied a table tennis court, two of them were hitting the ball to make noise, another was standing outside the door to observe the jailer, Wei Nian was in charge of communication, and the rest were the atmosphere group who provided timely advice.

After listening to Wei Nian's retelling, Wei Hong, who was playing table tennis, moved his wrists and shoulders, with a worried look on his face: "Our communicator can only communicate with you one-way. Let alone find help, I can't even chat with you in the middle of the night to relieve my boredom."

"Of course I know." Wei Nian put on a bored face. His emotions changed quickly, and the people around him were used to it. Wei Nian crossed his arms and snorted coldly, "This is not a multiple-choice question, understand - we must agree to his other condition."

Wei Hong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Of course I understand. We spent half a month preparing to seize the opportunity, steal the jailer's key, get rid of the warden's eyes and send you out. I don't want this deal to fail." He took the lead in expressing his attitude, "As long as I can escape from prison, I am willing to pay everything, and my bank card balance is more than enough."

On the other side, Jiang Yi, who was playing table tennis, looked thoughtful. Wei Hong was still talking just now, but now he seized the opportunity to smash the ball. Jiang Yi picked up the bouncing table tennis ball, threw it up and caught it in her hand, and said to them, "I know someone who may be able to help us thaw."

"You're not lying, are you?" Wei Nian wrinkled his nose and looked over suspiciously. "Our bank cards are at the highest level of ban, waiting to be used as a contribution to the prison after we die and are incinerated in the incinerator, such as a new round of renovation and upgrades."

"Of course." Jiang Yi nodded affirmatively. "Her name is Li Ke. She was my backup plan for escaping from prison, but I didn't expect the warden to plant a bomb in the prisoner. That's why it was delayed again and again."

Jiang Yi simply put down the ping-pong ball and racket and took out the communicator. "I'll talk to C and ask him to find the hacker."

"I've already said that C's real name is Ji Xu." Wei Nian rolled his eyes. He got a solution and calmed down. He hid the communicator. This device, which can block signal inspection and metal detection, and is waterproof and high temperature resistant, is an important guarantee for their escape. He muttered, "Although it sounds like a pseudonym."

Jiang Yi sent the hacker's name and address and soon received a satisfactory reply from the other side.

"It would be great if everyone could just be happy, so I wouldn't waste so much time."

Ji Xu doesn't seem to care who contacts him.

Because the next second, he continued: "I'll go get the deposit from her later. Now, you can prepare the tools. Bring the ping-pong balls back to the cell, the more the better. Go to the warehouse to get a few candles and hide them anywhere you want—"

At this time, Ji Xu browsed to the next page and saw the pipeline layout diagram in the prison. Wei Nian certainly didn't have the ability to get a renovation plan, but the pipelines were buried too shallowly, because deep inside were steel bars and reinforced caves. Wei Nian and his friends usually took a walk in the prison and inadvertently wrote down some places where the sound of flowing water was coming from.

Ji Xu paused and changed his words.

"But I suggest you put them next to the crematorium. No one will touch them anyway. Who cares about one or two unlit candles next to the stove?"

Jiang Yi asked, "Give me a reason. It's not surprising that the ping-pong balls were lost, but we can't smuggle too many back to the prison. They take up too much space."

In order to prevent prisoners from hiding things, prison uniforms did not have pockets. If they wanted to take something back, they could only hide it in their sleeves or trouser legs. When they took a dip in the pool, the clothes would become wet and stick to their bodies, and the jailers would be able to tell at a glance that they had hidden something.

When the time comes, they will all be criticized and look at each other in bewilderment. Others will say that they smuggled in cigarettes, alcohol and magazines, but only the ten of them hid the ping-pong balls. Not to mention how weird that is, can they explain to the jailer that they just wanted to relive the passion of playing ping-pong in the middle of the night?

No, the jailer would just suspect something was up with them.

"You can tear it into pieces." Ji Xu didn't care about the integrity of the ping-pong ball, or rather, tearing it into pieces would make it easier to use in the future. "Don't worry," he comforted, "We won't be using them for some time in the future. I just asked you to prepare in advance."

Jiang Yi was still asking: "What will we use it for later?"

Ji Xu thought about it. He stared at the string of words that Wei Nian and his team had casually typed on the document page. Prisoners basically cooked their own meals, while the jailers ate another kind of food in the cafeteria. He couldn't help but tap his fingers and said, "Nylon rope."

"I need you to find someone to exchange your labor reform work for, and cook in the restaurant tomorrow. Then throw all the nylon ropes used to tie the ingredients into the pot. Remember, all of them, and then use the boiled water to cook."