After spending a whole night in a dark cell, Yan Zhen's plan had basically taken shape, and he told An Quan and Lu Zhi that although this prison could hold his people, it couldn't hold his abilities. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The middle-aged man said that the materials used to build the prison have the same function as transparent handcuffs, that is, to cut off the connection between the writer and the fragment, so that the writer cannot use the fragment prop.

But Yan Zhen used 'hypnosis' on middle-aged people in the elevator, which is the key to determining whether they can successfully escape, because every door of the prison needs to be opened by fragments of middle-aged people.

The first step of the plan was for Little 7 to drill a small hole in the wall leading to the corridor, so that Yan Zhen, who had turned into fine sand, could escape from the cell.

During the three hours of 8 a.m., 12 noon and 8 p.m., the gatekeeper would personally patrol the cells on each floor, in fact, monitors were installed in the corridors of each floor, just in case.

At 8:30 a.m., the janitor came out of the elevator and walked back and forth through the corridor on the 10th basement floor twice, he didn't need to open the cell door, he was sure that no one could get out.

And just as he stepped out of the elevator, Yan Zhen, who was hidden above the elevator door, quickly climbed into the elevator, as fast as someone inside, and suddenly pulled a piece of golden silk into the elevator.

The surveillance camera is aimed at the floor of the corridor, and there is not a single camera pointed at the ceiling, so Yan Zhen can sneak into the elevator like a ghost.

The elevator is also the only passage that can send him elsewhere without the shards of the gatekeeper!

Anyone who has ever taken the elevator knows that above the elevator box, there is a square exit, which is a maintenance port for maintenance personnel to enter and exit, and cannot be sealed.

Yan Zhen made a little gap in the seal, and climbed from this gap to the top of the elevator, he had to take a look at the situation in this prison before deciding whether to plan a 'collective action'.

He walked floor by floor, and it was quiet in each cell, which of course could not be, so it could only be that the building materials were too well insulated.

Unable to communicate with the writers in the cell, it seemed that the idea of collective rescue had to be abandoned, so he secretly thought to himself and crawled into the corridor of the basement floor.

This floor is an office area, there are no cells, all offices, and the doors are all ordinary wooden doors, with a centimeter-high gap at the bottom.

Yan Zhen saw a room with a sign of 'Prison Warden's Office' and went through the crack in the door, it was pitch black inside, he didn't dare to turn on the light, and wandered around in the dark.

He suddenly envied Lu Zhi's ability to see at night, he turned over a flashlight in the drawer of his desk, first wrapped the front end with fine sand, and then turned on the switch, the light from the flashlight was very dim.

In the faint light, he looked at the notebook on his desk, which was a ledger-like detail, a page divided into two columns, the left column recorded the names and quantities of writers sent in every day, and the right column recorded the names and quantities of writers who were taken away.

Yan Zhen turned back from the first page, and when he turned to the last page, he didn't see the pen name of potato chips, but turned to the names of Lu Zhi, him and An Quan.

The details use their real names, and the situation should be similar to An Quan, they are ordinary people who have directly absorbed the fragments, not writers, and they have no pen names to remember, so they can only use their real names.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the corridor, Yan Zhen hurriedly closed the record book and hid it behind the bookcase, and then, the door lock opened, and two people pushed open the door and walked in.

One walked straight to his desk, the other closed the door and lit the light in the room, which had no windows in the underground building.

The incandescent light illuminated the entire office, and the person who led the door to the door walked to the desk and sat down, his steps were heavy and fast, and the movements of his sitting down were very hard, and he seemed to be a little emotional.

"Okay, it's worth it to be angry with that kind of person?" The man who came back into the room spoke.

Wow -

The pen holder and papers on the desk were swept to the floor, and the person behind the desk gasped, took a sharp breath, and cursed a long list of expletives.

After venting, he said to the person at the door: "He didn't snatch my fragments once or twice, and I would be a bastard if I endured it again!" ”

The man at the door walked up to the couch and sat down and asked, "What can you do with him?" He is the person of the floating figure. ”

The man behind the desk snorted coldly and said, "The floating picture covers him for his sake, no fragments... He's not bullshit! ”

The tone of the person sitting on the sofa became a little solemn: "Don't mess around, provoke Futu, beware that you are also with the little fat man." ”

The person behind the desk said disapprenously: "The little fat man killed his own brother, can the dog leg be compared with his own brother?" ”

There was a sudden silence in the office, and the people sitting on the couches did not express their opinions, perhaps because they thought it was useless to say more, or maybe they were thinking about something else.

The person sitting behind the desk quickly couldn't stand the silence and took the initiative to provoke the conversation: "Have you heard the news of H City?" ”

"Nope."

"I ......"

"Little goose, don't tell me you want to go to H City!"

The sound of chair legs scratching the floor sounded in the room, and the person behind the desk stood up and protested first: "Long Aotian, do you believe that I killed you?" Call me a little goose again! ”

The man on the sofa obviously took his threat as air, laughed twice, and corrected: "My name is Tian Aolong. ”

"I'm not called Xiao Yanzi, my name is Xiao Ziyan!"

"You have to get it, don't fight for these, you pay a solid foundation, do you want to change jobs?"

"Yes."

The office was quiet again, and after a full minute, the couch spoke, "I don't approve." ”

The other immediately became anxious and asked in a loud voice, "Why?" You don't want me to offend Futu, and I can't bear to live in the same space as that dog, so let's leave, it's not okay? ”

"You killed Gou Shengzi and only offended Futu alone, and if you change jobs, you will offend the entire Senate."

"Yes, is it so serious? It's just a job change......"

"Haven't you heard a shot shot in the head? In short, you can't be the first person to change jobs. ”

"That's—"

"Don't go out in the future, out of sight and out of mind, didn't Linlin give you a converter the day before yesterday, what are you afraid of guarding Jinshan."

"Yes, you can try it with me now!" Xiao Ziyan opened the drawer at the bottom of the desk, took out a small box from the dark compartment, stepped to the door in a few steps, and urged: "Go, hurry, hurry!" ”

Tian Aolong's face was helpless, he got up slowly, and made a 'you please first' gesture at him, and Xiao Ziyan opened the door

Get out there first.

Tian Aolong followed him, turned off the lights, locked the door, and walked away alternately with footsteps in the corridor.

The conversation between the two was listened to word by Yan Zhen, who was hiding behind the bookcase, and he was more anxious than Xiao Ziyan, because he finally knew who the person who imprisoned the potato chips was.

He secretly wrote down the name 'Futu', and got out of his office and up the elevator to the ground floor, where he wanted to go to the castle to inquire about the man.