"What are you doing?"

As soon as he made a move here, Schlinger's younger brother rushed up and surrounded five or six people with a hula.

Wang Xu grabbed Schlinger's fingers, and before he could say anything, the prison guard on duty rushed up and said loudly: "Don't make trouble, disperse, disperse quickly, do you want me to call the riot squad?" ”

Five or six strong men retreated, and Wang Xu also let go of Schlinger's fingers.

Schlinger broke out in a cold sweat, holding his fingers that were almost broken, and said in a deep voice: "You have a kind, let's see." ”

glared at Wang Xu viciously, and Schlinger left with someone.

Martin watched the men go away and whispered, "Do you know how to wake up, I can't stay here for a day." ”

"If I want to get out of the dream, I have calculated that there should be three ways. One is when someone from the outside world touches our body, and the sense of touch will make us rush out of the dream. The second, the natural awakening, the dream is time-limited, it is impossible to trap us endlessly, and the third is to kill the dreamer, that is, the person who pulls us into the dream. ”

Wang Xu and Martin walked out side by side, and after walking a few steps, they found that Martin's movements were a little unnatural, and his walking posture was actually a figure-eight step.

"What's wrong with your leg?"

"No, it's fine..."

Martin's expression was a little ugly, and his eyes were evasive.

It just so happened that a prisoner passed by, heard the conversation here, and joked: "The wedding night is an evocative day, our little beauty, last night must have been exhausted." ”

Wang Xu glanced at the prisoner, then at Martin, and found that Martin's face was flushed, and his hands were clenched into fists.

Shaking his head slightly, Wang Xu didn't say anything, dreams have good nightmares, and Martin's dreams are obviously not very good.

The two sides did not say a word, and walked forward in silence.

Wang Xu walked more than a dozen steps and stopped again, with a little doubt in his eyes: "The power is returning?" ”

"What?"

Martin was distracted, didn't hear Wang Xu's words clearly, and asked, "Call me again?" ”

Wang Xu shook his head slightly, he could feel the power returning, as if in Martin's dream, there was not so much restriction on him.

What's going on, in his own dreams, his strength is suppressed to the freezing point, and his qualities are not much different from ordinary people.

And here, his power is actually returning, is Martin's dream realm more special, or is it that dreaming mainly can't suppress dreams.

It must be the latter, in the last moments of the last dream, he showed signs of waking up.

This time I fell into the double dream, and the traces of my imminent awakening faded, but the strength showed signs of recovery, and it seemed that the dream maker's control over the dream was weaker, and he couldn't even block his power.

"Before, I could say ten like Ip Man, but now..."Wang Xu raised his eyebrows and thought: "Wushuang mows the grass!" ”

There is a game called Dynasty Warriors, which is jokingly called Wushuang Mowing by players, because the generals in it can be a hundred, and killing small soldiers is like mowing grass.

Wang Xu sensed it himself, if his previous state was a 100% power seal state, now it is 90% power seal.

Don't underestimate this 10% gap, in terms of the strength of his great grandmaster, putting 10% on ordinary people, it is also an inhuman-like existence, no less than King He Li in the world of King Li.

"What are we going to do here?" Retracting his thoughts, Wang Xu looked at the prisoners and found that everyone was in the same direction.

"Go for breakfast, our place is called Emerald City, and the prison is called Oz, it's a hybrid prison, completely based on the American drama prison scene. The Emerald City is the best place in Oz, where people work eight hours a day, with Saturdays and Sundays off. But I don't like it at all, because..."

Martin didn't say the rest of the words, looking unspeakable.

Wang Xu understood, understood in seconds, because his butt hurts here, so Martin doesn't like it here.

For Martin, everything here is a nightmare, and the worst of all.

The fact is also true, dreaming, dreaming that you are in prison, and you have to be a rabbit, who dares to say that this dream is happy.

Wang Xu has watched the American drama "Prison Storm", and the most impressive thing in this is chaos, chaos under order.

Murder, forced women, blackmail, persecution, and violence are the lingering mainstreams here.

Aryans, blacks, Irish, Mexicans, Colombians, formed one interest group after another.

Under the seemingly calm water, there is a turbulent undercurrent, and it is certain that a high school student like Martin who smokes marijuana will not be able to cope with it.

"This way, this way, this way, young man!"

As soon as he walked into the cafeteria, Wang Xu heard a greeting, and when he looked up, it was his roommate who called him, the white old man.

The old white man seemed to be the oldest of the prisoners, and he was sixty or seventy years old just by his appearance.

Wang Xu waved his hand, did not sit with the old man, but whispered: "Everything here is a dream, and when you wake up, you won't remember anything." All we have to do now is wait, in my dreams, the dreamer can't do anything about me, so this is his last chance. I'll find a way to find him, get rid of him, and you just have to take care of yourself. ”

"Sounds so easy!" Martin laughed worse than he cried.

Wang Xu didn't say anything about this, he was not good at comforting others, and he was not a nanny in a nursery.

"Hey, man, I heard about what happened just now, you have to be careful, Schlinger is not a person who likes to lose." As a prisoner walked past him, Wang Xu heard something like this.

Looking up, Wang Xu soon saw Shi Linger staying with a group of people in the crowd of people who were cooking.

These people were talking in a whisper, and feeling Wang Xu's gaze, Schlinger stopped the topic and made a throat-slitting gesture at him.

Wang Xu smiled indifferently, even before he released his strength, a little gangster like Slinger would not let him take it seriously.

Now, his strength has recovered ten percent, and unless Slinger can transform, he can't give him a pistol.

"It's yours..."The man in charge of the kitchen was a group of black men who were very huddled and very repulsive towards people of other colors.

Wang Xu looked at the plate that was thrown in front of him with a bang, and once again felt the meaning of the word rejection.

"What is this?" Wang Xu looked at the dinner plate, and there was white rice at the bottom, covered with a layer of-like stuff.

"Mashed bibimbap, next!" The black man waved his hand impatiently, like a fly.

Wang Xu sighed, he didn't like to eat potatoes, he didn't like it at all.

As a child who grew up at the bottom of the mountain, Wang Xu grew up and ate potatoes the most, and he was about to eat himself to waste.

Wait, it seems a little wrong.

Wang Xu glanced at the dinner plate of the person next to him and found that in addition to the mashed potatoes, that person also had a small cake.

"How did that man have a cake?"

"Everyone has it, only the newcomer doesn't, and the newcomer doesn't have the right to eat cake."

It was not a black man who spoke but Martin, Wang Xu looked back at him, and found that this guy had come a few days earlier, and he really looked like an old bird.

"What is a newcomer, and how to distinguish a newcomer from an old man?" Wang Xu took the plate and sat in an empty seat.

Martin cautiously sat down, picked up the rice on the plate, and said vaguely: "You have to do a big thing to be considered an old bird." ”

"For example?" Wang Xu took a bite of rice and asked casually.

Martin was silent for a while, looked up at Wang Xu, and whispered: "I want to ask you to help me kill Slinger, if you kill him, everyone will definitely be impressed by you." ”

Wang Xu raised his head slightly, saw the hatred in Martin's eyes, and found that he was not joking.