What is this new doctor staring at me so unblinking?

Are you afraid that I will run away?

I'm not SCP-173, is it necessary to keep an eye on me?

What do you want?

Don't come here!

When you come, I can't help but want to hit you!

Your ex was broken by me for trying to do something to me.

"Hey! Friend! He spoke to me.

This look is straight, and the saliva looks like it's about to flow down, shouldn't he be a pervert like his predecessor!

"Poof-" I spat out the potion in his face.

He screamed on the ground in pain and made noise.

The other two nurses hurriedly turned on the switch of the electric chair and turned it to the maximum power.

But this kind of torturous electric chair, even at maximum power, is only a little uncomfortable for me.

My upper body was basically loose, and the handcuffs around my wrists I could get rid of by forcibly dislocating my thumb.

One of the nurses lunged at me, and I struggled to untie the ankle band and kicked it against the wall.

The rest of the nurse was nothing more than a coward who accidentally touched the electrified handcuffs on the electric chair and was electroconvulsed on the spot.

The doctor's voice was so loud that it looked insane.

I slapped him the back of the neck, and the world fell silent.

I was going to throw people out and have the guards collect their bodies when the surveillance found out. But suddenly I wanted to run out and have a look for myself.

The head is still a little painful, but just like menstrual cramps, as long as the initial period is passed, it can be basically tolerated.

So I escaped from prison.

The guards who found me were all killed by me at the first time.

When I was about to run to the door of the asylum, I suddenly noticed several specially made armored vehicles driving in the direction of the asylum.

It can't be that you have received the news that I have escaped from prison and come to me!

I quickly ruled it out.

If it had come to me, then it would have been not an armored car, but a bomber.

It was obviously not safe to go directly through the gate, so I had to find a high-pressure fence with less dense surveillance and climb over the wall.

Tear up, it hurts me to death!

My hands were blackened by the electricity from grasping the high-voltage wires with my bare hands, and there was a faint smell of cooked meat.

However, it quickly recovered at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the blackened skin fell off naturally. In the blink of an eye, it was back to its original state, with no scars visible at all.

I secretly followed the armored car.

Their target was not an insane asylum, but an ancient tomb in the mountains behind the asylum.

A group of archaeologists aboard the armored vehicle, who relied on tools to open the tomb, as if they had come to find something.

It's an organization I don't recognize, although it looks like it's heavily armed. In fact, as long as they are knowledgeable, they can find that the equipment they bring is all patchwork, which is very unprofessional.

So these gangs look like they're here to rob the tomb, but they're actually here to be funny?

Out of curiosity, I followed them into the tomb.

The atmosphere in the tomb is very oppressive, giving people the illusion of being out of breath, making people want to turn around and flee from here immediately.

But there was a mysterious voice calling out to me in my head, drawing me on.

I followed the direction from which the voice came and came to a small side room.

It was a very small chamber, and there was nothing but a coffin in the center. There aren't many murals on the walls either, and compared to the mysterious texts on the walls outside, it's just too plain.

Judging from the number of steps and the direction I took when I came, this should be on the edge of this ancient tomb. If I want to dig a tunnel, I can even dig it out.

On one of the walls of this chamber, I heard the sound of someone digging into the wall.

Really......

I lifted the coffin board, and instead of searching for the contents at the first time, I held it with my bare hands, waiting for the opposite side to successfully chisel through the wall before a dull board came.