William woke up from his sleep, and he sat up slowly, swaying back and forth on the edge of the bed, his legs shaking unconsciously.

He looked a little goofy in his demeanor.

The crack in the door opened, and the food was delivered, and on top of the rice, there were still a few pills.

He scooped up a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth along with the rice and pills. His eating appearance was quite ugly, and at the same time extremely fast, he frantically picked up, regardless of whether he ate a full mouth or not, not to mention the rice grains that fell on the ground.

He ate the rice, and when he was done, he took another bowl of vegetables.

After eating, he will either lie down in the toilet bowl and drink water, or he will choose to pour directly on the bed, he will always lie on the bed, snoring and sleeping, regardless of whether the food in his mouth is finished or not, every time he will always make the bed full of food.

Even if he did this every day, he would still set a fixed time, a fixed wind, and return to his cell again, and everything would be back to normal, as if he had lived in it for the first time.

The only change is only one.

The T-shaped electric baton will no longer hit him, and his release time has also changed accordingly. These are all based on his voluntary exit from the prison cell.

If he doesn't want to get out of the cell, he will still be punished by the electric shock of the T-shaped electric batons.

All of this was played when he was in a very good state of mind.

He has been in the AI-controlled prison complex for seventy-eight days.

In the middle, he spent a period of confusion until he came out on his own, and the way he came out by himself was to pretend to be crazy and stupid.

He found that the other party seemed to have only one form of punishment, which was electric shock.

At the same time, he also found that the maximum current is also the maximum current that the human body can bear.

It seems that the other party does not want to kill them prisoners.

Yes, they are.

He had lived for so long, and at the same time exhausted all the means he could think of, from the beginning of the cell door to poop, and when the wind was out, he would always choose to sit on those benches, on which he had accumulated over time, using the only hard object of his body, his fingernails, to carve back and forth on the chairs.

He didn't dare to sit on the same bench all the time, after all, there was still surveillance in the entire courtyard, and he was afraid that the other party would find out.

On the other hand, he discovered something.

This incident was his hope of escape.

He found that although he didn't know where he was or what floor he was on, what he did know was that this building might be powered by all available energy sources such as light and wind.

Otherwise, for so long, there was neither a living person to be seen to repair it, nor was there any indication of whether there were any other human beings other than prisoners like him.

He counted the time. He was out for ten minutes, which was the longest he had had, and although his release time varied, it would not exceed ten minutes.

If six people can be released in an hour, then in the inherent twelve hours, there will be seventy-two people. If the delay was until ten o'clock in the evening, then it would have been sixteen hours, and there would have been ninety-six people, and he might be the only one who could enjoy the ten minutes of the wind, and the number would probably increase even more.

If it's a five-minute windproof time.

It was the shortest windbreak he had ever experienced.

Then the number can even be doubled, then, the number of prisoners, can only be between ninety-six and one hundred and ninety-two.

in the whole building.

William sat on the bench, his fingers clutching the edges, his thumb nails carving back and forth on it. He tilted his head, squinted, looked at the entire building, and estimated that the building was estimated to be one hundred and twenty to fifty meters high. The floors should be between thirty and thirty-five.

His position should be in a higher position.

Because, what he discovered. It's sunshine.

He didn't know why the sunlight was shining in his room, something he hadn't ever cared about before, and he hadn't noticed until recently. The sun would be shining in his room, and there was only one question that could be explained.

He's not in a fixed room.

Only in this way can it be explained why the sun is encountered.

The sunlight proves that he is in a high place, and he has not cared about the sunlight before, maybe it is his mistake, or it may be a problem with the design of the building.

That's why he feels that the entire building relies on energy sources such as light or wind to keep the building running.

He looked at the ground, and he had wondered why there were arrows on the ground.

Now he probably had a concept.

These grounds, which may be liquid crystal electronic panels, in addition to presenting images, also have another function, which is to receive light energy, perhaps, under him, is a huge battery.

It may be a hydrogen-oxygen battery, or a high-capacity battery that stores hydrogen metal.

Or maybe some other technology he didn't know about.

"Please get out of here and go back to your room." A synthesized electronic voice interrupted his thoughts.

Before he stood up, he lowered his head and moved his hand to the side without a trace, and the moment he stood up, he could see the small marks on the bench clearly.

“yes!”

He smiled, bouncing off the bench in a pompous motion.

The word, except for the first y, was drawn by him, and the rest of it was added by other people. He followed the stroke, because, behind the yes, someone followed with a horizontal line, and on the top, someone had already drawn six horizontal lines behind it!

He was the seventh to draw a line.

This is only the trace of one of the benches, there are three benches in the whole playground, and he is suddenly very much looking forward to the remaining two days, as long as there are people in this building, these have formed a substantial exchange, which will greatly create conditions for his future actions.

His escape plan had already been formed in his mind, and the rest just needed to be perfected, and perfected, to make sure nothing went wrong.

Although electric shocks are the only form of punishment in the entire building.

As he entered the building, he glanced at the machine guns aimed at his back.

These automatic machine guns, shot out, are real guys.

Moreover, these machine guns aimed at him all the time, no matter what, when the wind is released, he can't help but care about their existence, he always feels that the muzzle of the black hole, aimed at him, always has a very strange feeling.

He always felt that in the next second, those muzzles would burst into sparks.

If you really want to escape, these machine guns will be the biggest obstacle!

When he entered the elevator, he looked at himself, his hair and beard were already connected, and the clothes on his body had been changed into gray prison uniforms, and the previous clothes had already been damaged by him.

There's one thing he's missing.

Key items to escape.

William wondered where he could get something like this.