All night, Feng Xue squatted in the corner of the prison to read, although according to the information fed back by the [Gatekeeper] label, after coming to the real world, he has become a serious flesh and blood, but eating and sleeping are still not just needed, at least in the dead of night, even the patrolling prison guards seem listless, and the sound of gurgling can be faintly heard.

Although she didn't understand it, Feng Xue felt that this was probably those non-existent scolding, right?

However, Feng Xue was not in the mood to pay attention to these fellow travelers now, he quietly flipped through the dictionary, wrote down the words that might be used on a piece of cardboard cut to the thickness of a thumb, and made a small word book that is common in Japanese comics, and then put those useless pages in a corner, planning to tear them off later as a substrate for refining illusions.

As for why they don't practice now, this is a very simple question - this is a prison, a place where there is no place to be held, even if there was no place before, after they come in, there must have been surveillance arranged here.

Judging from the proficiency of the middle-aged man playing with smart machines before, the technological level of this world should have reached the level of the beginning of the twenty-first century, although it cannot be judged too arbitrarily as the same world as Chen Xiyao, but at least it shows that there must be something to monitor.

While refining an illusory artifact on the spot would help prove his abilities, it also meant risk.

This is the same reason that he didn't perform the illusion refining in front of the middle-aged man, if he left the impression that "this can't be practiced into a fantasy object casually", then next, the surveillance and control he endured may be too high to accept.

On the contrary, with complex needs such as "a lot of conditions are needed", "materials are needed", "specific time is required", and "certain preparation is required", the other party's vigilance can be greatly reduced, so that Feng Xue may get a chance to breathe.

After all, the danger factor is completely different from that of a person who can pull out a bomb anytime, anywhere, and a person who needs a perfect chemical system and raw material supply to get out of the bomb.

……

The night passed quickly, and Feng Xue still didn't feel any hunger, but the rapid passing [knowledge] finally made him feel a sense of urgency.

Five days, this is the time limit he has set for himself, if there is not enough change in five days, and if he does not get enough knowledge from these real people in prison, he will activate the resurrection method and commit suicide directly.

Although the follow-up effect is a bit pitfall, as long as Goldfinger is still there, it will still be able to make a comeback, no matter what, it is better than disappearing completely.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his left rib, and then forcibly restrained his movements.

"Ping Pong ......"

The sound of batons hitting the fence came from far and near, and the fat-headed and big-eared jailer stopped uttering words with obvious malice, even if Feng Xue couldn't understand most of the content, he could still understand words that began with f and ended with k.

And as the jailer walked all the way, behind him, a pair of well-equipped bodyguards and a couple of researchers walked over, dragged a thing that no longer looked human, threw it into the cell where it was taken away yesterday, and then after the fingers of those white coats, they shot a few "bang bang" at a cage.

Seeing Wu who was trapped as a pig cub and put on a stretcher to take away, a strong sense of powerlessness began to spread in the hearts of the Wu people who were imprisoned in the prison, but Feng Xue noticed that among the people who were with those white coats, there were still three who did not leave.

They came to Feng Xue's cage, and one of them said in a very awkward voice:

"Han Meimei first rope, boss incense mud."

"Mr. Han Meimei, who is a god, ......" Feng Xue grinned, restraining the urge to complain, so as not to accidentally summon salt, he didn't pursue this kind of thing, he just got up and flipped through the word cards that he did overnight with his homework, and picked out one of them and showed it to the other party, there was only one word on it-

"Clothes."

The man looked at Feng Xue, who was covered in red fruits, and immediately understood what he meant, and seemed to think that it was a little strange to just take a fruit man all over the prison, so he said a few words to the jailer.

The jailer nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie and called, and a moment later, a set of classic striped prison uniforms that didn't fit so well and had a faint musty smell were sent to Feng Xue.

"Whew, clothes are really a treasure of human civilization!"

Feng Xue quickly put on her prison uniform, only to feel a sense of satisfaction and peace of mind suddenly swelling up in her heart, but then, the other party's actions made the good mood that had just risen fall.

"Please, put your hands here, and your feet, from here, stick out." The man struggled to read the sentences in his notebook, looking at the handcuffs and shackles brought by the jailer on the side, as long as he was not stupid, he knew what he was going to do.

However, although Feng Xue showed a dissatisfied look on the surface, he was actually quite happy in his heart, and even hoped that he would not take this thing off when he brought it.

It's not that he shakes m, but because there are two more props that can be used to reforge them.

After getting the silver bracelet and the 25,000-carat anklet, Feng Xue, a young man who looked like an ordinary prisoner, was finally able to get out of the prison.

Having five kilograms of shackles on your feet is a completely different experience than carrying five kilograms of weight, and the strong sense of imbalance makes it difficult to even walk faster in such a situation.

However, Feng Xue didn't care much about this, after all, he didn't plan to run away with this thing, in contrast, what he was more concerned about was that his ankle was grinding a little painfully.

"I heard that the big guy with a relatively high status can enjoy the treatment of shackles wrapped in a towel, and then I can ask the guy who doesn't look very smart to give me two whole things."

Feng Xue even had leisure in his heart at this time to recall the prison-themed films he had watched before, after all, he had reached this point, and he would basically not die in a short time.

The only thing to worry about is that Fran suddenly jumped out and shot him down, and, in the past five days, can people have a label for him-

It is much more difficult to get a label from a real person than from an infinite city, because for an infinite city, it can accurately distinguish the difference between each one, but a real person can't do this, for example, this time he caught more than thirty nothings at a time, and Feng Xue is only one of them, even if he has the cognition of a "prisoner", he will be evenly divided into more than thirty nothings, and he cannot meet the cognitive conditions of "point-to-point".

This is also the reason why most of the people who kill will quickly accumulate [knowledge] in the way of killing, although there may be many people who kill people, but each person who is killed is unique, even if it is just a name for most people, but as long as they have family and friends, they can provide this Wu with point-to-point cognition such as "the murderer who killed someone", so as to generate a label.

And another purpose for Feng Xue to choose to surrender was to try to see if he could get a [craftsman] label from these people.