It seems to be a hospital, or a nursing home, or some medical research institution. But Dai Bingcheng knew that no matter what the name of this place was, it was just a prison for him. If you think better - it's better to be under house arrest.

In fact, the defense is still relatively lax - when someone comes to deliver food or tidy up his room, there is no one guarding the door, and sometimes he can even see the staff walking by in twos and threes.

However, he did not try to escape.

On the one hand, it was because he didn't figure out what the other party was going to do to him, and what his attitude would be in the end.

On the other hand, he realized that there were a fair number of capable people here. Ten years ago, Li Zhen had such a plan - after the situation in the world was stabilized, all human beings would gradually "evolve" into capable people.

At that time, this plan was still being discussed, and the main difficulty was only one point - how to restrain them.

Imagine a society where ordinary people are supposed to have a thick, hard wall that teaches them no escape, and a fruit knife that ends a life. This is the norm for the vast majority of people, with the occasional special guy or two being under tight government surveillance.

But if everyone becomes a capable person and has their own different abilities, this world will soon become chaotic.

You used to think that you could be alone if you stayed at home and locked the door, but now you can't tell if there will be a hidden guy in a corner of the room, or if the person next door will walk through the wall at any time. In the past, when the police investigated the crime scene, they could take fingerprints and DNA for identification. But what if you meet a master of disguise? What about something that can simulate a person's fingerprint and change one's DNA?

Or more simply - that person can kill a person in the sky in the air. There won't be the slightest clue.

Once everyone has that kind of strength, the order of this club will be completely disrupted. However, the current order has been established over tens of millions of years, and no one can afford to reformulate a new and effective set of social norms in a short period of time – neither can Li Zhen.

Their idea at that time was to "create people" batch by batch. Don't rush it, but be safe. Transform a group of capable people, and then register and record their abilities. It's like a person's file used to indicate their academic qualifications, but now there is an additional item - his ability.

This may do some good, but there is no guarantee that those who are registered will become good citizens from now on.

It is impossible for a person or an era to complete the work that can only be accomplished by natural evolution and selection, and Li Zhen was also anxious at that time.

But now Dai Bingcheng found that there were almost no ordinary people among the people he had seen. And the little girl before told her conclusively that the two "emperors" had given everyone a powerful power.

So...... How do they maintain the stability of this society?

Dai Bingcheng became very curious.

But it is precisely because he knows about it. Therefore, it is even more impossible to act rashly.

For he once saw a male doctor and a female doctor walking together in the hallway—

The woman's hair was black and silky. But the looks are not very good. The face is a little wide, and the eyes are a little small. It's okay when it's serious, but when you laugh at it, you really don't dare to compliment it - no matter how you look at it, it's an ordinary ordinary person.

And the man looked like most doctors who spent all the time in the office and at the operating table, and his body was a little thin. The skin is slightly pale. Weak and can't help the wind.

However, it was these two men who walked past his door—the man seemed to be joking something. The woman covered her mouth and laughed. When the man saw that she was happy, he leaned in and said something. It seemed that this sentence was a bit out of bounds, and the woman raised her hand and gave him a gentle slap as if laughing.

It was this fluttering slap - the man's head was directly spun one hundred and eighty degrees. Leaning back from the front, there was a tooth-aching sound of bones shattering from his neck.

And then...... The man didn't fall, he didn't even stop. As he walked, he reached out and pulled his head back, turned his head and made another joke.

Dai Bingcheng was a little dumbfounded. It's not that he hasn't seen someone with more powerful abilities, but he was stunned by the ...... "homeliness" of the two people.

They didn't care about their own abilities, and seemed to feel that they were no different from the others - in the past, there would be capable people who tried to pretend to be ordinary people, but Dai Bingcheng could see that those two people were not pretending.

They just adapted—to this world where there were no ordinary people.

So he wasn't going to take any chances. Because now he is just an ordinary person. He didn't want to be slapped to death by some inconspicuous little girl while he was running away. As the Bronze King, this kind of death is too shameful.

So he stayed here for two weeks, two weeks, fourteen days. During this period, the man who claimed to be from the court visited four more times, but the meeting ended unhappily. The man made a deep impression on Dai Bingcheng - he had thick eyebrows, a broad chin, and a pair of eyes that were always hidden under the brim of his hat, glowing with fire. He was a burly man with a sturdy build, wearing a lieutenant's uniform and an armband marked with a silver shield and twin swords and a golden cross—something Dai Bingcheng remembered he had never seen at the time, presumably the armband of what he called the "Inquisition."

A military department. Maybe it's a court-martials or something.

Over the course of these two weeks, he gradually figured out a pattern. That is, every four days, the outside of the room would become silent, as if all the people in the building had disappeared. But after an hour or so, the people will return to normalcy and the organization will be reinvigorated – as if they were always going to work together on something big that no one could be absent from.

When the next four days came, Dai Bingcheng made a bold attempt — he pushed open the door and walked thirty meters in each direction along the gray-white, dimly lit corridor. The hallway was long, long, but no one showed up in the process, and no one stopped him.

It's as if there's really no one there for an hour.

Eventually, he returned to his room, and after confirming that he had not found any surveillance cameras along the way, he made a plan in mind.

He's been here long enough that he doesn't have any valuable information. He was going to escape.

Now he is an ordinary man. But he was also a soldier and an executive — the most elite of the kind.

It seems that the people here are overconfident in their abilities, so their guards are so lax about him. Presumably, they felt that it was impossible for an ordinary person to escape from this building full of capable people—because anyone could kill him.

However, in the eyes of a seasoned warrior determined to flee the land, there is no distinction between "able" and "ordinary". In his world, there are only two kinds of people—"warriors" and "commoners".

There is no doubt that the vast majority of people here fall into the latter category.

Perhaps because of his recent "cooperation", his diet has changed for the better — and he can even make some requests with the young female nurse named Kang Zixi. For example, some extra high-calorie food, some gadgets to pass the time, or a book or two, a razor or something.

He didn't ask the girl any more questions, and he didn't talk to him more.

And so it went another eight days—he had been awake for a month. But he is still under house arrest here, and he has no news from the outside world. It strengthened his desire to get out of here.

When the corridor outside became quiet again, Dai Bingcheng pushed the door and walked out. He had familiarized himself with the route of the corridors on his level, and assumed that he was still underground. Because the corridors here are cold and damp, the height of the rooms is low, which is to save space.

Then you have to get out of here by elevator. He didn't know where the elevator was, but two hours ago he had made some of the things he had concocted on the soles of the girl's Kang Zixi's shoes. It can't usually be seen, but in dim light, if you squint your eyes and look sideways, it will be a little dim. Of course, ordinary people still don't know this technique clearly—because they are civilians, not professionally trained warriors.

This trick was a bit risky, but Dai Bingcheng thought it was possible to follow Kang Zixi's footsteps to find the elevator. Even if you can't find it, you'll find a place with a lot of people. Although it is a terrazzo corridor, it will always leave traces from the rubbing of the soles of shoes over the years, and if you pay attention, you can find the one that people walk the most - it must lead to the exit.

And he had to pray that the underground facility didn't have surveillance cameras everywhere — as incredible as it sounded, he had reason to think that it wasn't even near his "cell," and even less likely anywhere else.

At the same time, he wondered why a seemingly important institution built underground would not have that kind of thing, but the strange feeling that this world had brought him was too much, and it was really not bad at all.

He walked cautiously in Kang Zixi's footsteps, and finally found her upstairs. The stairs are not wide and iron. It looks like it was settled here in order to rush the work, but it was not demolished at all, and it was saved from being rebuilt. This kind of thing is not at all like the style of the empire more than a decade ago - at that time, if a construction company dared to do this, it would definitely be accused of bankruptcy.

I passed quite a few rooms along the way, but the doors were all closed. The door has a house number and a number, but no other text. It wasn't until he cautiously turned down the iron staircase that he saw a sign on the wall.

The sign is a green arrow pointing diagonally down the slope of the staircase to the floor he came from, reading: "Physiotherapy area".

It really looks like an underground sanatorium. (To be continued......)