Chapter 320: The Old Town is Folk and Simple

"Have you heard of it? If a person lives in darkness all the time, he or she may degenerate into a caveman. ”

"What's that?"

"A small, hunchbacked, aggressive group that throws stones at you if they come across you."

"Who are you listening to?"

"Igor, but I haven't seen him for many days."

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Walking through the streets of the deep area, two teenage children are talking about cavemen.

The architecture here makes Song Lan feel as if she has returned to 2020, and there are playgrounds and other facilities that have disappeared in the 17th arrondissement.

Slides, sand, and some simple climbing facilities.

There were footprints of children on the sand, and some dried bloodstains, who didn't know who left them.

In District 17, children of this age are often entertained with the latest holographic play technology, allowing them to experience a world like no other without leaving their homes.

Entertainment in 2166 was so cheap that even families on the poverty line had the opportunity to get their hands on an old holographic helmet, one of the few ways the poor could use to relieve stress and fatigue.

In the deep area of the Fourth Neutral Country, Song Lan didn't see too many high-tech facilities, it was more like a city in 2020, with familiar scenery along the way, but he could always find some thought-provoking details in this seemingly harmonious environment.

For example, the missing Igor, the dried blood stains in the sand, and the missing person notice on the wall.

He hoped it was just a brain fix, and that what he saw and heard along the way was just a coincidence.

The purpose of his trip was simple and straightforward, passing through the civilian areas and the Old Town to the only prison set up on the outskirts of the deep area.

According to the markings on the map found by the "rats", the meaning of the old town is not the old buildings, but the area specially divided by the rangers for those villains, and those who are suspected will be sent here to fend for themselves, as long as there is no big noise, the rangers will not interfere too much in the security of these areas.

The most obvious difference from the civilian area is that everyone in the old town has guns on their shoulders.

The bustling market area has a snack bar and a synthetic butcher's shop, with goods and lists on the left and a light machine gun on the right, and the waiter wears only a dull yellow apron contaminated with oil, showing off his intimidating muscles and scars in front of customers.

Song Lan glanced at it from a distance, there was no doubt that the waiter was the most vicious character in the entire store.

The beautiful young ladies who don't wear uniforms are all strong men with scary muscles.

In fact, since entering the old town, all the women he has seen have walked in this style, carrying individual bazookas when chatting.

Each restaurant is committed to providing customers with a home away from home.

A delicious synthetic meal or a gun – you can always buy what you want.

In such a place, Song Lan felt that the prison might be a redundant facility, walking on the streets of the old city, you might be embarrassed to greet others if you don't have a dozen lives in your hands.

Other towns have another name for the Old Town.

Garbage treatment plants.

There are only two possibilities for a normal person to be sent to the old city, either to become a garbage handler or to be disposed of by someone.

Song Lan felt that the folk customs in this place were much more "simple" than those in the 17th district before Lu Xiang came, after all, for the sake of the Foster family, the procuratorial department, and the face of law enforcement, the local criminals occasionally had to pay attention to some face projects.

So it was hard for him to imagine what kind of prisoners would be sent to the city's only prison.

But if Lu Xiang's teacher was escorted to this city and was not dead, then she would probably be imprisoned in this prison.

He lingered for a moment in the bustling market area, where he heard some talk about the prison, which the people of the Old Town called the 'dungeon', and these ruthless characters with muscles bigger than his head talked about the dungeon, and their voices couldn't help but be lowered a lot.

Song Lan was glad that he was controlling the Hornworm Warrior at the moment, instead of coming over by himself.

With his thin arms and legs, it is estimated that it will be difficult to pass through the city safely, and the fierce residents of the old town remind Song Lan of a famous quote by the philosopher Charia, "In our place, you only have to be played."

This is true, and there is no element of oil and vinegar.

Fortunately, although these people were fierce, they had no peculiar interest in insects, and he adjusted his mood and walked through the crowded downtown area, the southwest corner of the old town connected to the prison called the dungeon, Song Lan did not understand the origin of the name, because the prison looked more like a magnificent castle to him.

The Rangers held the only main road to the prison.

According to the people of the Old Town, the dungeon does not offer the option of visiting the prison, and if someone close to you is sent in, wait for the outcome at home, and don't ask about it all day long, unless you want to go in yourself.

And even after serving their sentences there, they all changed to mental illness without exception.

A moment later, when Song Lan was inside the prison, he finally understood the origin of the name "dungeon".

The prison environment can only be described as dark, as far as the eye can see, it is pitch black, it is impossible to see the road ahead, the flashlights of the patrolling jailers are the only source of light in the prison, and even if people who are not familiar with the structure of the prison escape from the cell, they cannot tell where they are.

Fortunately, in order to cope with the complex environment, Guff set up a night vision system for the Horned Worm Warrior, so that he could see the movement in the dungeon.

Contrary to the grandeur of the outside, the cells inside were pitch black and cramped, looking like storage rooms, and the prisoners were sent into the cells as if they were objects, and the sound of the cells was so good that even if they shouted inside, no one outside could hear them.

Song Lan had read in a scientific magazine that spending long periods of time in the dark could make people go crazy, and he understood why most of the criminals in the Old City had become insane after their sentences had been convinced.

In order to avoid being discovered by the surveillance and prison guards, Song Lan carefully chose the ventilation ducts and water pipes for moving.

However, he doesn't seem to be the only infiltrator in this prison.

When he came to a relatively empty area through the water pipe, an unexpected figure caught his eye.

It was also a bug, but it was doing something that was clearly not buggy.

It stood upright, and carved some incomprehensible characters on the wall with its sharp claws, but Song Lan could understand the map next to the words.

This kind of person is drawing a map of the structure of the prison?

As if noticing Song Lan's arrival, the insect drawing the map stopped moving, and it fiercely erected its tail pincers in a threatening manner, as if it wanted to drive Song Lan, an uninvited guest, out.

(End of chapter)