"The White Elephant District is going to be lively again. I was wondering why Kaili's shop hadn't opened in the past few days. It turns out that it was cleared out overnight!"
"Over a hundred people died overnight. This is something that a person with no talent would never be able to do... Which lunatic has escaped? They just like to run to marginal areas like us."
"It's not certain whether it's those crazy people. According to inside information, there is another survivor in Kaili's family. He has been caught. I heard that he is only thirteen or fourteen years old."
"So what's going on with this one...? This one was captured yesterday."
"I heard that he was found behind the garbage disposal station near Kaili's home. He was dressed suspiciously. It just so happened that the kid from Kaili's home was a little too perfunctory to complete the task alone, so adding him would be enough."
"That's right. Anyway, no one cares about our small place. Even the prison is in tatters..."
The sound of heavy footsteps passed by, and the prison guards' whispered conversation came through word for word into a dim cell.
The floor of the cell was relatively flat, stained with brown dried blood. There was nothing on the walls, and no lights, only a little light from outside that allowed people to peek into a corner of the cage.
The silhouette of the black-haired boy disappeared into the darkness, his eyes were closed, he was skinny and lifeless. If it weren't for the barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked like a dead man.
No one heard the words that echoed in his mind at this moment.
"The agreement has been reached. The contractor's remaining lifespan has been exchanged for your initial equipment."
"I wish you to become a popular character soon, get more opportunities to appear, and live on in reality and in comics."
As the voice in his mind faded away, it was as if a long loading process had ended. Xizel was finally able to control his body and slowly opened his eyes.
His first reaction after gaining control of his body was to check his attire.
A matte black tactical suit of unknown material with a wide hood, tactical boots that are convenient for running, and a sharp dagger that has been taken away from the waist.
Xizel: “…”
It's really suspicious.
No wonder those people happily used him as a scapegoat and threw him into prison. If it were him, he would also feel that there was something wrong with him.
But it doesn’t matter.
Xizel lifted up his cuffs and fished out a blade as thin as a cicada's wing from the interlayer of the cuffs. After confirming that it was correct and that it was smooth to take out, he put it back.
Then he reached into his pocket and touched the small blade sewn into his clothes.
In addition, he also hid a lot of self-protection items like this on his body. The dagger was the most conspicuous one and was also the one that was pushed out to attract attention.
After all, this is a high-risk world. Since I'm a newcomer here, I always have to prepare some things to protect myself.
After checking the knife, Cesar raised his hand and pressed his earlobe.
A blue earring in the shape of a book, which was not at all eye-catching and seemed to have the ability to hide itself, was lying there quietly.
He spread out his hands, and with a slight thought, a book appeared in his hands.
The dark blue cover was opened, and the pages turned silently. The yellowed pages were clean without a single word, which looked a little weird.
Xizel lowered his eyes and tapped the first page three times with his knuckles.
"Time: 22:39:14, September 23, 1797, Federal Calendar; Location: Ordinary cell in the Level 3 Prison in the White Elephant District; Saved successfully."
——This is his most important prop, his trump card.
After making sure that everyone who should be there was there, Xizel closed his eyes, put the book back on his earrings, and stood up with the help of the wall.
Some of his long, fine black hair hung down, blocking his emotionless view outside the cell.
My physical condition... is pretty good. At least I can run for a while, which is much better than reality.
The black-haired boy took a step forward and stood firmly. His sapphire blue earrings reflected the light.
The prison guards outside the door pass by every 25 minutes, and someone confirmed his coma half an hour ago. They will not specifically check on his condition outside of the patrol cycle.
It was late at night and the prison was so poor that it didn't even have lights. If he didn't even run away, did he have to wait for the people in the prison to take him out, convict him, and execute him?
The black-haired boy had reached the cell door and pulled out a paper clip from his pocket.
There are still twenty-three minutes until the next shift of prison guards arrives.
In the comic book world view, this prison seems to be a rated third-level prison. Even if it is so poor that it can't even afford to hang an extra light, at least the security should be in place -
"Click."
The lock is open.
Well, thanks to the backward door locking technology of the poor prison.
Xizel walked out of the cell door lightly and hid himself in the shadow where the wall lamp could not reach, but he was not in a hurry to leave.
He felt it carefully and found no discomfort, so he raised his eyebrows slightly.
It seems that in this world of special powers, the obstacle is not the prison door.
Twenty-two minutes left.
He held his breath and groped his way out slowly, following the wall. The footsteps of prison guards came from another corridor, talking in a relaxed and low voice, not noticing that there was a person hiding behind them after they turned the corner.
César did not keep his eyes on them. He memorized the route he had taken.
Everything went smoothly. The patrol force in this prison was too weak, as if they had nothing to fear.
Finally, with fifteen minutes left, he met a lone prison guard.
The man was about 1.8 meters tall, looked rather thin, and was extremely drunk. He staggered forward, holding a half-empty bottle of wine in his hand, cursing: "You are an illegal resident of a marginalized area, what are you so arrogant about... You have no parents, you deserve to be hanged!..."
The black-haired boy's eyes fell on his waist. There was a bunch of keys and a gun there, but the prison guard he saw before didn't have any.
With a gun. Alone. Drunk.
He held his breath, his misty blue eyes drooped slightly, and the next second he fell out, his steps unsteady as if he was seriously injured. He covered his lips with his pale left hand, blood oozing from between his fingers.
The prison guard was startled, and then he was furious. When he saw that it was a skinny black-haired boy, his mind was taken over by alcohol again. He didn't have any defense at all. He stretched out his hand to grab his hair with an angry voice: "You little bastard——"
A cold light flashed.
The silver cold light is as dazzling as a needle.
The black-haired boy, with his head lowered and his expression unclear, tilted his head slightly and easily dodged the man's hand. At the same time, his body was still leaning towards the man due to inertia. He flipped his right hand slightly and swung it forward violently.
“Sizzle——”
The sudden burst of bright red splashed on the boy's pale cheeks. His misty blue irises clearly reflected the scene of the small silver light sinking into the other's carotid artery, without any emotion that a human should have.
He and the prison guard fell to the ground together, and the other party acted as a cushion for him, reducing the impact of the ground.
Even so, the highly tense mind and muscles, as well as the impact, made César dizzy for a moment.
He didn't dare to delay and quickly packed up the spoils.
Gun that I don't know how to use x1, bloodstained coat x1, hat x1.
Ten minutes left.
Xizel looked in the direction the man had come from. Traces of wine spilled on the ground followed the corridor forward, indicating the route the man had taken. It was likely that he could walk out of the monotonous prison with corridors extending in all directions.
He was already beginning to feel dizzy and his body was too weak to support such vigorous exercise.
With the help of the dim light, he successfully bypassed most of the guards and arrived at the outermost wall of the prison.
Xizel looked at the wall that was twice as high as him and remained silent: "..."
...can't climb up.
This is really a sad thing.
"Warning! Warning!! A prisoner has escaped from prison!!——"
There were clearly still two minutes before the guards patrolled to his cell. It was not that he was no longer exposed, but that the body of the prison guard was discovered.
The black-haired boy lowered his eyes, pulled down the brim of his hat, and decisively turned into the staff lounge next to the prison.
He opened the half-open door of one of the rooms and saw a man with a cigarette in his mouth wiping the gun in his hand with his back to him. By the time he noticed the presence of someone, the muzzle of the gun was already against the back of his head.
"Hello, sir."
A clean young boy's voice was heard. It was a chaos outside and everyone was chasing him, but he was here pointing a gun at another person's head, but his speech was still neither fast nor slow. If you listened carefully, it even sounded like he was smiling.
"Don't be nervous. I'm just here to borrow a few things."
Two minutes later, a black-haired teenager wearing a full set of security uniform and holding a pass swaggered out of the lounge, while the stripped man was gagged and handcuffed to a chair, helpless and furious.
Although César looked thin, he was quite tall, and he could just stuff some cloth inside his clothes to hold up his guard uniform.
"Hey, man, did you see anyone suspicious?"
A voice came from behind him.
Without pausing, Xizel turned slightly and waved his hand: "No, I'll go check near the gate!"
His voice now became deep and rich, giving people the impression of a brave man. At least the people behind him did not become suspicious and turned around to search other places.
Xizel calmed down, controlled his every move, and continued to move forward.
The prison's warning sirens had already sounded, but there were no other guards in front of the gate, which should have been heavily guarded. Only an officer on duty who checked passes was sitting drowsily in the security room.
——This is a problem that is visible to the naked eye.
César lowered his hat and showed his pass, and the man opened the door for him.
However, something unexpected happened the moment he stepped out of the door.
There was a needle-like pain in his heart. Caesar, who was already at the limit of his physical strength, had a slight stagnation in his breathing. The next moment, his consciousness was cut off.
really.
A second before the computer crashed, he sighed regretfully.
——In this prison, there are indeed people with gifted abilities who do something to the prisoners, making it impossible for them to leave the gate.
The obstacle is not in the cell, but at the gate.
It’s hard to run away now.
He needs a little more help.
…
Xizel opened his eyes, and everything in front of him returned to the time when he just took out the prop book.
"The deduction is complete, death is certain :)"
Xizel, who had just recovered from the severe pain and coma, said: "..."
He remained silent as he looked at the handwriting on the page in his hand, which even had rhyme patterns.
If this was not what he had exchanged for his precious remaining life, he would even doubt whether this thing called "Kleist's Wordless Book" was an enemy or a friend.
According to his understanding, this book is actually a save point. He only needs to tap the blank part three times with his knuckles, and the save time and place will appear on the page, indicating that the save was successful.
To read the game file, you don't need to take out the wordless book, you just need to die. It is simple, convenient and fast.
From the moment the file is loaded, everything he has experienced becomes the so-called "deduction" as the file is loaded. The wordless book will also record the process and give a high-level summary of the owner's experience.
In addition, as his bound item, it has a certain ability to confuse others' cognition and hide itself, and it will not be lost or damaged.
Of course, such a buggy thing also has side effects. If it is used too many times in a short period of time, it may cause a loss of sanity points - that is, it will have a certain impact on the sanity value.
After reviewing the situation, he put the book back into his earrings again, reached out and tore open his collar, and sure enough, he saw a curse-like crack above his heart.
——I'm afraid this is the culprit that caused his death before he loaded the save file, the product of someone's [talent].
This is also the reason why the prison defense is so lax and fearless.
There is a person with a gifted ability in this prison. His ability is probably to curse the prisoners. If the prisoners pass by a specific place, such as the prison gate, the curse will take effect, thus punishing the prisoners and making them lose the ability to move quickly.
Perhaps they did not expect that there was such a fragile prisoner as Xizel, who could be killed instantly by a curse.
Cesare regretfully changed his plans.
He was preparing to grab the role of the comic protagonist in advance.
So, this time, after killing the lone prison guard, he chose to take the bunch of keys with him, and asked a question while talking to the lounge staff in a friendly manner:
"Hello, sir."
"Excuse me, how do I get to Xia Zuo Kaili's cell?"