Chapter 66 Puppet Master Teacher
"boom--"
Zhang Chun, with a headache, smashed an attacking prisoner into the wall next to him.
...Then the wall shield opened automatically, ejecting the prisoner, who flew directly over the corridor railing and hit the first floor. He struggled for a while and was about to stand up when he was trampled by a group of cursing prisoners. He was so angry that he started to curse and launched a big move to attack.
The rumbling sounds of explosions continued, shaking the ground.
The first floor was in the midst of a melee, with a large number of prisoners coming out of the prison not attacking the walls to escape, but fighting each other to vent their emotions.
The fourth master leaned against the railing and looked down, his posture casual, his words revealing a sense of "novelty of visiting the zoo".
"Oh oh, the fight has begun! Golden bullets, Chongxu fist, Wuxiang claw, thunder and flash...hiss, what moves should I choose?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand suddenly grabbed his neck heavily? His cheerful tone suddenly became low and depressed.
"Shut up, ten minutes are up, give your body back to me."
"Tsk, young people just have a short patience. Give it back to you? Give it back to you?"
The expression on that handsome face changed, and his nonchalant temperament turned into calm and steady in an instant.
The pianist who regained control of his body looked at Zhang Chun and the bartender, and said in a deep voice: "What if? If I remember correctly, Mo Yinian's body is nearby."
As he said this, he led the way forward, looking for the Fourth Master and his partner.
Zhang Chun took a half step back and looked at the smoke-filled melee on the first floor. He frowned and said, "What a farce."
The bartender coughed twice and whispered, "Instead of taking the opportunity to break the shield and escape, they fought among themselves and consumed their own strength. Don't you think that's too strange?"
"It's strange, but for the prisoners on this first floor, fighting may be more important than freedom." Zhang Chun's voice still sounded calm. "There are a lot of peak A-levels, and there are more S-level supernaturals than outside. When these people are mixed together, they always have to choose a leader. The strong are arrogant."
"A man-made Colosseum? That sounds difficult to implement."
The bartender said something unclear, and suddenly coughed twice, his already pale face becoming even more bloodless.
As if remembering something, he raised his hand and gently pressed his abdomen, and the smell of blood instantly spread.
"The energy field will suppress extraordinary powers, including the self-healing of extraordinary people."
Zhang Chun noticed the wound on the bartender's body and calmly pointed out the fact: "At this moment, the energy field is still out of control, so the suppression of extraordinary power is not that terrible. But when it is completely stabilized, you will die from excessive blood loss."
Bartender: “Really?”
He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, chuckled and said, "So I will die too."
Then he stopped talking, his eyes lowered to the melee on the first floor, his expression still calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care at all about the impending death crisis.
Zhang Chun had a strange feeling in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, a scream suddenly came from not far away.
It's the pianist's.
...No, to be precise, it was the scream of the Fourth Master who had taken over the pianist's body again.
It sounds extremely miserable, as if he had encountered something hopeless and painful.
Zhang Chun and the bartender quickened their pace.
As he approached, Zhang Chun heard the bartender beside him whisper in an inaudible voice:
"You? Do you think anyone will miss me when I die?"
Zhang Chun paused slightly, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.
Arriving at the location where the screams came from, I saw the pianist kneeling in a cell, crying bitterly at the broken flesh and blood on the ground.
No, that’s still the Fourth Master.
"Who did it! I want to kill him?——"
Pianist: "Calm down and observe first..."
"Fuck, my body is in tatters. Damn, it's broken into pieces like this? I can't even stick it back together!! I don't want to live with rags on my head?!"
Pianist: "Wait, you're all broken into pieces. Can you still be alive?!"
Fourth Master: "Can? Ah, but this? This is my favorite body! I'm going to kill that damn murderer!!"
Pianist: "...That means you can actually get out of this body of mine and change into another body, right?"
Fourth Master: "Why are you asking this? The most important thing now is to find the murderer who dared to kill me!"
Pianist: "...I am going to kill you now?——"
Zhang Chun stood outside the prison cell, watching the man in the cell talking to himself with his head down, sometimes gritting his teeth in anger, sometimes crying and going crazy. Although he knew that this was a manifestation of two souls in one body, which was normal, the other party kneeling on the ground with blood and minced meat looked really weird and creepy.
He involuntarily shifted his gaze, and then noticed the strangeness of the minced meat.
"Calm down, there's something wrong with these... these bodies."
Zhang Chun walked into the cell and observed the pieces of meat in the dim light. He could vaguely see that the exposed bones were clean and had no flesh or blood attached to them.
“It’s a puppet.”
The pianist finally calmed down and stopped trying to fight with the Fourth Master. After all, it was his body that was hurt in the end.
"What if? If I remember correctly, one of the puppeteer's favorite things to do is to create a puppet that looks exactly like a human, then destroy it in an extremely cruel way and throw it out to intimidate and threaten others."
The Fourth Master continued, "Not using real people? That doesn't sound too cruel."
Veins popped up on the pianist's forehead. "Don't interrupt me... The materials used by puppeteers to make puppets are all from living humans and animals. I mean, living ones?"
Just about to touch those? The flesh and blood Zhang Chun quickly withdrew his hand, "Look? It turns out that the puppet master also managed to escape from the cell. I'm afraid he is hiding somewhere and watching us now."
Si Ye: "Damn it, quickly find my partner, go out and call if Gou Erji is there! I remember him? He should be nearby."
At this moment, the bartender standing outside the cell suddenly felt a gaze, turned his head, and saw a short figure standing at the end of the corridor.
The man was wearing a tattered cloak, his head and bare arms and ankles were all wrapped in dirty bandages, only his scarlet eyes were exposed, and he smiled maliciously at the bartender.
【come over. 】
Although he didn't say anything, a thunderous command rang out in his mind.
By the time he reacted, the bartender was already standing in front of the bandaged man.
“…”
The bartender was silent for a while, then he knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and said softly, "Teacher."
"Good boy?"
The puppeteer touched the bartender's head and said, "You? Are you playing with the bad boy again? The one from Group B, the incomplete one that finally got the codename [Pianist], isn't it scrapped yet?"
Then, he said in a very strange tone: "You? You also tried very hard to survive after I left."
The bartender still kept his head down, trying to slow down his breathing and ignore the cold murderous intent coming from all directions.
"Teacher, what do you need me to do? What?"
The puppeteer turned around, and seemed to be in a better mood. Two thin arms were revealed under the wide cloak, and they were swinging up and down happily. "You reminded me that some time ago, someone came to me to discuss cooperation. If I helped them to steal something, they would send me out of prison."
The bartender asked quietly, "Who are they?"
The puppeteer's scarlet eyes narrowed. "Wild Dog, the number one member, has almost no intelligence at all, and even his existence is questionable."
"That guy will open the isolation wall at four in the morning, and then the whole prison will fall into even more terrifying chaos." The puppeteer walked back and forth excitedly, pointing at the melee on the first floor, and said with a smile: "You also noticed it, this is very strange, right? Obviously there is a chance to cooperate and escape together, but they have to fight each other like this. Guess why?"
The bartender felt the increasing rate of blood loss and the increasingly cold killing intent from the puppet master, and replied calmly: "On the eighth floor, there are strong people who are strong enough to suppress their escape. So we need to create the illusion of killing each other to make them relax, and then we can join forces to escape when the isolation wall opens at four o'clock."
The puppet master grinned silently and said, "You guessed it right, dear child. Tell me, who was the person who came in with you?"
The bartender fell silent.
【Answer my question! 】
His expression struggled for a moment, and then he said vaguely: "Yes... the head of the ruined city base."
The puppeteer had no doubts and looked up at the other side of the corridor, where the pianist and Zhang Chun were. After hesitating for a moment, he changed his mind.
"It turned out to be that guy... Never mind, now or not? It's causing trouble."
He? Turning to leave, "Follow me."
The bartender stood up, stared at the puppeteer's back, silently straightened his wrinkled sleeves, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and followed slowly.
…
At this time, the first level of the prison.
"So boring..."
Chu Xiuyan sat on the bench, holding his cheek and sighing.
At this time, the tables and chairs around him had been rearranged neatly, and the prisoners who had rioted and tried to escape were locked up in the solitary confinement cells one by one. The rest either realized that he was not easy to mess with or felt that the time was not right, so they all stayed in the cell obediently without making a sound.
A prison guard was holding a tablet and reporting the situation on the first floor to the warden. He was serious and solemn, exuding the aura of a social animal.
Chu Xiuyan was really bored, so he randomly brought up a topic, "When will the energy field go out of control next time?"
Prison guard A took the time to reply: "The frequency is basically once every two hours. The next one should be at 1 a.m., and the duration? About half an hour."
He hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "I simply compared the situations of these few times and found that the duration of the energy field out of control is getting longer and longer each time. So according to my speculation, it may reach a peak between four and six in the morning."
"peak?"
"It means the duration is extremely long and extremely unstable. It is even possible that the energy field will disappear completely for a short period of time."
Chu Xiuyan's eyes fell back on Prison Guard A. "It sounds very dangerous."
"Yes……"
At this moment, the dripping sound rang out again.
Chu Xiuyan looked down at the traffic light indicator. The two small green lights that had been restored dimmed again.
There was no movement in the surrounding cells.
Chu Xiuyan: "? No, don't you guys come down to get some fresh air?"
He? Shocked, he began to deceive and confuse.
"As long as you don't fight, you can come out for a walk. I won't beat you."
No one cares about him?
"Don't be like this. I'm so bored being alone. How about playing chess or games with me?"
Still no one cares about him?
Chu Xiuyan put his face on the table and said as if he was vomiting his soul: "You guys are such a spoilsport. If you continue like this, I will go downstairs to play with uncle and the others."
[Wait a minute, what was I going to do by sneaking into the prison? ]
He fell into a long period of thinking and finally gave up.
[It seems like...blowing up a prison? ]
System: [No! Did you kill the puppet master and let the Fourth Master return to his body? And rescued the dog Erji! ]
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