The prison was full of noise and hustle and bustle, but Feng Xue was tirelessly digging his way to survive, as the passage behind him was slowly blocked by gravel and mud, Feng Xue could no longer hear the sound of the outside world, only the vibration from the ground told him that the chaos in the prison was not over.

The narrow and cramped passage is not spacious, and it is enough for Feng Xue to move forward, that is, as nothing, he no longer needs to breathe, otherwise according to this digging method, he will suffocate himself before reaching the sewer.

Generally speaking, such a dark and narrow passage is easy to make people claustrophobic, even if the breathing is smooth, ordinary people will feel strong depression and discomfort after staying for more than ten minutes.

Feng Xue was able to hold on, not because of how tenacious his spirit was, but because he was holding Shawshank's spoon in his hand.

Although the detection function of this equipment could not detect living creatures, the detection range with a radius of 100 meters made Feng Xue's field of vision incomparably wider.

It's like if you are allowed to watch TV even though you are locked up, although you can only watch people and people without sound, but the two points of open vision and bright environment alone are enough to dilute the mental stress caused by claustrophobia.

However, the range of 100 meters is not too big after all, Feng Xue can only know that the door of the prison he is in has been blasted open, and most of the prison fences have been destroyed, in addition, it is his physical clone, which has not disappeared.

In fact, Feng Xue could already put his mind at ease at this time, because even if the doppelganger was recognized, it would be quite difficult to clear out the tunnel behind him that was buried by the sky, not to mention such a narrow tunnel, and the people who could come down would at best bring a pistol.

As for summoning excavators......

By the time the excavator could reach the cell, Feng Xue would have already dug through the sewer.

"But even a pistol is dangerous." Feng Xue shook her head, cheered up again, and continued to dig, but immediately after, a tearing pain came from under her ribs.

The body of no one is very strange in both the infinite city and the reality, you have to say that it is a mortal body in the flesh, they don't need to eat or drink, they don't need to excrete, they don't even need to breathe.

But you say it's a data body, it bleeds, it gets tired, it has all kinds of organs, it follows the principles of human anatomy, and it can even eat and drink.

Feeling the faint pain and sticky feeling under his ribs, Feng Xue knew that his digging movement was a little too big—or rather, he had rested a little longer.

Stopping the bleeding by squeezing the wound is not a serious medical treatment after all, and a 60-millimeter-long opening is still quite dangerous, even if it avoids most of the vital parts.

After a brief pause, there was a sudden movement, and the blood scab that had just begun to clot was torn open again.

However, Feng Xue also knew very well that she couldn't stop.

……

"Boss, the invaders have been repulsed, and we have lost a total of ......"

"I don't want to know how much I lost, I just want to know how the East 2nd District is going now!" Jeston forcibly interrupted Jones's debriefing, because he knew very well that if nothing happened over there, Jones would definitely talk about the things he cared about first, instead of talking about these small problems that could be settled with a little money.

"That, boss, the intruder blew up the wall in the East 2nd District, and then the ghosts imprisoned there escaped en masse, but ......"

When Jayston heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red, but fortunately, he heard the turn in Jonson's words, and immediately said:

"But what?"

"But Mr. Han Meimei did not flee, he still stayed in the cell." Jones's words were a little surprised, not to mention him, even Jaston felt strange, isn't this Han Meimemo in prison addicted? Such a good opportunity didn't run?

But not running is good news, and Jayston immediately said:

"Don't move anywhere, I'll take someone over, and no one is allowed to approach Han Meimei until I arrive!"

"Yes, boss!"

The communication hung up, and Jeston turned to look at the security guard beside him, and said with red eyes:

"Bring my family to come with me, it's too dangerous to put Han Meimei's money printing machine there, I shouldn't have cared about Fran's thoughts, I should have changed places for him a long time ago!"

Although he said so, Jetton also knew very well in his heart that if it weren't for this Han Meimei who didn't run away from such a good opportunity, he wouldn't worry about placing him somewhere else, after all, the safest property under his name is the prison.

……

Ten minutes later, when he arrived at the East 2nd District Prison with the bodyguards responsible for protecting his personal safety, Jaston's face turned black.

At this time, the outer wall of the prison has been blown down in half, and the twisted steel bars and flattened corpses are more like a high-intensity battlefield in a war-torn country than a prison that has been robbed.

It was only in the ruins of this hellish scroll, in a relatively well-preserved cage, that a figure in a gown and a dictionary in his hand caught Jeston's eyes.

Although the dress seems to be wrinkled, although the other party's hands and feet are still shackled, but this scene, but inexplicably with a sacred charm, if at this time from the narrow window into a ray of sunlight, it will inevitably be a famous painting.

Even Jeston, who has no interest in art at all, can't hide the shock in his heart when he sees this picture, but I don't know how much of it is the joy of being lost and regained.

However, Jayston quickly woke up from the shock, waved his arms vigorously and said, "Quick! Fast! Take Mr. Han Meimei out, we have to transfer immediately! ”

Several bodyguards didn't look for any keys, and fired a few shots directly at the position of the lock, and then opened the iron door, but just when they helped Feng Xue get up, the shackles on his right foot suddenly snapped and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the picture fell into a freeze......

……

"Huhu...... ......"Underground, Feng Xue, who was almost half-buried alive, was panting, although he didn't need to breathe, but the residual human instinct still allowed him to use this behavior to relieve the exhaustion of his body.

He couldn't remember how long he had been digging continuously, and he could only deduce that he had been digging for at least four hours through the escape route that was still about a meter away, and that his physical clone had already become a mission, and now, the ground that began to shake again seemed to indicate the countdown to his failed escape from prison.

Gritting her teeth hard, Feng Xue forced her arm to move, and with this action, the dirt that had become much easier to dig slowly disappeared, and was replaced by a thick "wall" made of concrete and masonry.

Encountering such a scene, Feng Xue did not have the slightest frustration, because even without the perceptual ability attached to Shawshank's spoon, he also understood that behind this wall, it was where his life was!