Walking to the stairwell on the fifth floor, a large metal door blocked the two of them.

"Can't get through?"

Zhou Ke stepped forward curiously, and a probe suddenly stretched out from the top of the metal gate, and then a palm-sized panel appeared in the middle of the panel, and a line of flickering and rolling words appeared on it, and a mechanical sound sounded-

"Recognition failed. Personnel were not entered. Time: 18:23:39, the record has been sent to the administrator's mailbox. ”

The panels went black, and the fluorescent strips on both sides of the gate flashed red.

"Recognition failed. Personnel were not entered. Time: 18:24:21, the record has been sent to the administrator's mailbox. ”

"Recognition failed. Personnel were not entered. Time: 18:25:24, the record has been sent to the administrator's mailbox. ”

"Recognition failed. Personnel were not entered. Time: 18:25:29, the record has been sent to the administrator's mailbox. ”

Zhang Chi: "Come back!" ”

Zhou Ke was stupid in place, and when he heard this, he finally realized that he had been triggering the recognizer, and he hurriedly ran back from the stairs.

"W-what's going on?"

Zhang Chi frowned, walked to the metal gate, and the panel suddenly made a crisp sound, and the words scrolling on it immediately changed, and the mechanical sound sounded at the same time-

"Recognition success."

The door opens.

Zhang Chi stepped across the gate and motioned for Zhou Ke to come over. Zhou Ke hesitated for a few seconds, and then stepped back.

It seems that this gate can identify whether it is a person on the 5th floor who enters, what if he steps over and the door closes again? Or what if he goes in, but can't get out later? And that administrator's mailbox, isn't it the prison guard's mailbox? Did he get into trouble?

Zhou Ke's face turned pale: "Forget it, forget it...... I still don't visit. I'll go back first. ”

Zhou Ke left, Zhang Chi walked to 506, opened the door, and unexpectedly found that the layout here was somewhat different from the 3rd floor.

First of all, I don't know if it was because she was the only woman in the group, and the room was a single room - no bunk beds, only one bed. There were uniform toiletries, bed covers and bedding in the room, some dust, some gray-brown old blood stains on the floor, and an indescribable stench in the room.

Moldy, sour, cold –

Inhaling into his nose, Zhang Chi sneezed violently.

The room had no windows, only a small window with a ventilation on the door, just below the house number.

Zhang Chi opened the door to breathe, walked out of the room, and observed back and forth in the corridor.

The structure of each door is the same, through the small window, you can see that there are people in some rooms, and there are no people in other rooms, all of them are single beds.

Zhang Chi's gaze fell on the metal door on the fifth floor.

Why is recognition only set up on the 5th floor? The prison is isolated from the rest of the world, and even if a prisoner escapes, the building's heavy machine guns are enough to blast people into the mud in an instant.

Under normal circumstances, what is the purpose of a metal door?

Anti-theft, anti-theft ...... Isolate those who are inside from those who are outside.

So, is this door meant to protect the people on the 5th floor, or is it for protection, people outside the 5th floor?

Zhang Chi leaned in the middle and looked down.

The prison guards were able to let them go back to their rooms on their own, probably not because they believed in their consciousness, but because they had absolute confidence in the guards here.

Camera probes, more than twenty. Radiation-proof airtight lead doors, the kind commonly used in bases, are very thick. Machine guns, five per floor, 25 in total. The ceiling - transparent glass, but two black boxes are placed on both sides of the roof, I don't know if it is an alarm.

With a "creak", the door of 503 opened, and a man nearly two meters tall walked out.

Men's prison uniforms are only available in three sizes, small, medium, and large. His upper limb muscles are extraordinarily large, so large that even for his height and skeleton are too outliers, according to the standard body type, small size is suitable for less than 1.7 meters, medium size is suitable for 1.8 meters, large size is suitable for two meters, the large size prison uniform is so tight on his body that it seems that the muscles are about to burst at any moment, the buttons burst, his arms are long to the hips, and he walks as if two long whips are flicking.

He put his forearm on the fence, looked at Zhang Chi, and smiled very strangely.

He walked towards Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi got up from the fence, went straight into the room, and closed the door before he walked over.

The muscleman knocked on the door.

Zhang Chi didn't care.

"Get acquainted?" A deep, deep voice came from outside the door.

Zhang Chi hesitated for a moment, and said through the door: "Something?" ”

The muscular man said, "What did you do?" ”

Zhang Chi: "Does it matter?" ”

The muscular man said, "It doesn't matter. Just curious. ”

Zhang Chi said: "Curious about what? ”

The muscular man said, "Curious why you live on the 5th floor." ”

Zhang Chi: "...... Then why did you live on the 5th floor? ”

The muscular man skipped the question and simply said, "I know someone who lived here before." ”

Zhang Chi wondered: "So? ”

The muscular man said, "This room has bad feng shui. ”

...... "Is there a good feng shui in this place?"

Zhang Chi was not interested: "Oh. ”

The muscular man said, "It's a murderous house." ”

Zhang Chi: "......"

What the hell are you talking about a prison cell that isn't a murderous house.

The muscular man said, "Don't you ask me how I know?" ”

Zhang Chi endured his temper: "How do you know?" ”

The muscular man said, "I'm the murderer." ”

After saying that, he didn't say anything more.

Zhang Chi frowned and stood on tiptoe, and through the small window of the metal door, he saw him flicking his arms and leaving.

It took a while for Zhang Chi to react - this is to give Ma Wei.

She turned on the faucet at the sink and looked between the only handkerchief hanging on the shelf and the pillow on the bed—she finally removed the pillow, placed the pillowcase in the sink, soaped it, and bubbled it, and wiped the sink, the bed frame, and the small table little by little.

Half an hour later, she washed the pillowcase, hung it on the washstand, then ripped off the towel, soaped it, rubbed it clean, and covered her face.

Cleaning her face, she finally began to look at herself in the mirror.

About the age of early twenties, full apple muscles, thin cheeks, and standard facial features, a little like the original her - but I can't say exactly what it resembles her.

She thought she was dead.

But didn't die.

It's another world.

In the wasteland era, technology has developed rapidly in warfare, whether it is human-to-human, or human-to-zombie, the technology tree is always in a major turning point, just like the differentiation of arthropods and chordates.

So, when did the world begin to divide and what did it look like?

Zhang Chi recalled how he felt in the truck at that time.

Nervous, fearful, focused, adrenaline-pumping, she captured every detail in her mind that might have been overlooked, and finally lifted her palm, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, bent down and grabbed the metal bed frame.

Very hard twisting.

Open.

No response.

The cheek raiser clenches, twists again, and opens again.

Unscathed.

What's wrong?

Zhang Chi frowned.

Could it be that she is mistaken? Perhaps, that mark would have been left on the metal railing of the truck. No, if so, why didn't she feel it when she got in the car? But even with a high-tech makeover, can her body really compete with the strength of these alloys?

Is it so mysterious?

Zhang Chi took back his hand and looked at it carefully.

The fingers are long, with some thin calluses, and the flesh is soft.

If this power really came from her body, then what triggered it?

Zhang Chi put his palm on the bed frame, searching and recalling everything that happened in his mind.

Dark, unknown - a loud "clang" - adrenaline rush, and what about after that?

Combat reactions.

"Squeak" –

Zhang Chi felt that the things in his palm began to soften, his palm was hot, and the metal bed frame was pressed with several fingerprints of different shades in an instant.

Zhang Chi jerked his hand back.

It's fucking mysterious.

She reached out and touched the metal frame that had been flattened and rounded like plasticine, and found that the heat had disappeared, and all that remained was the hard, cold bumps and depressions.

The straight metal frame became ugly and twisted, and the collapsed part crumbled and deflected the entire bed a little outward.

Zhang Chi took a deep breath.

She stood up, squatted on the edge of the bed, stuck her fingers on the metal frame, tried back and forth more than a dozen times, and finally flattened the sunken part, but due to limited technology, the metal could not be restored to a straight state, Zhang Chi sat on the bed, pressed it a few times, and tried to "rub it by hand" a few times, until she felt that the stability of the bed did not have much impact, and finally gave up.

Night came quickly.

Zhang Chi lay on the bed and remembered the words of the muscular man before-

"Curious why you live on the 5th floor."

If she read it right, he also has a red seal on his hand.

If that's the case, it doesn't seem like the single rooms on the fifth floor are randomly assigned.

What does it mean that there is a double room downstairs and a single room on the fifth floor, and there are no inmates?

Also, why did the prison warn about Zhou Ke's sentence, but she didn't?

Is it negligence? Or is there something else that means it?

Zhang Chi couldn't think of it.

Soon fell asleep.

***

At 6:30, the cafeteria opened, and people came downstairs one after another.

The canteen is on the ground floor of the prison, with two floors, the lower floor is where the prisoners eat, the upper floor is the prison guard's dining place, the second floor is the hall, and the first floor is the private room.

Zhang Chi came neither early nor late. The hall was half full, and the meal was worse than what was eaten on the plane, the staple food was yellow, yellow, white and white paste, one egg per person, and other than that, there was nothing. At the moment she appeared, many inquiring eyes fell on her again, Zhang Chi raised his head, and the crowd withdrew their gaze again.

Ignorant, she pulled the top one from the stacked plates, scooped a spoonful of paste, took an egg, and sat down at a table in the corner.

Halfway through the meal, a man came across from me.

"You're so early," Zhou Ke put down his plate and sat down opposite Zhang Chi, "The class won't start until half past seven." ”

Zhang Chi nodded.

Zhou Ke lowered his voice: "The prison guards came to me last night. ”

Zhang Chi: "Huh? ”

Zhou Ke: "Let me not run to the 5th floor in the future." ”

Zhang Chi: "......"

Zhou Ke's tone was a little brisk: "It's my fellow countryman, and people are weird." ”

The two of them buried their heads in eating, and Zhou Ke suddenly seemed to remember something, and the whole person flicked in his seat: "Eh, do you know why you are a red seal?" ”

Listening to his tone, it was as if he knew.

"Why?"

"Because all of you on the 5th floor are stamped with red seals."

Zhang Chi: "......"

Zhou Ke: "Haha, why do you have such an expression." ”

Zhang Chi was speechless and smoking.

Zhou Ke patted his head: "Oh, what's more, do you know who the people are on the fifth floor?" ”

Zhang Chi: "......? ”

Zhou Ke said: "The maximum sentence is 500 years. Felels, never bail, never commute sentences! ”

Zhang Chi: "You mean I'm going to be locked up here for 500 years?" ”

Zhou Ke said: "How can that." Who can live for 500 years? ”

Zhang Chi: "......" For the first time, Zhang Chi felt that someone could be so underwhelmed.

Zhou Ke finally realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and laughed dryly.

"I mean, did you see the gate we came into?"

"How?"

"The words on the door."

"A good man has a safe life?"

"The above-" Zhou Ke paused word by word, "Reform, build, camp." ”

"So?"

"This is a camp, not a prison." Zhou Ke lowered his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"We're here to reform, not to go to prison."

Not jail?

Zhang Chi frowned, and was about to ask clearly, when suddenly a loud noise broke out in the restaurant-

Everyone turned their heads in the direction of the sound in an instant—

Where the food was served, the two of them fought.

The stacked plastic dinner plates, bowls, chopsticks and spoons all fell to the ground, the paste fell to the ground, and the eggs rolled more than ten or twenty, "pop" - one person who was fighting stepped on one foot, and the person with a "bang" fell to the ground on his back, and the other person took the opportunity to ride on his waist and smashed the plastic plate on his head.

"Shhhh

"Woohoo—"

The prisoners were so angry that they stopped eating, and some of them stood on chairs and some on tables, and they all began to clapp.

A bald head shouted: "Hit, fight well!" Shoot him! Fight to the death! ”

The man on the ground was smashed so bruised and swollen that he could still discern the direction of the voice, he grabbed an egg in his hand and threw it at the top of his bald head, like throwing a dart, fast and accurate, right in the heart. The bald head was unstable, and he slipped off the ground, his hands and feet were long, and when he fell down, his fingers touched the plate of the next table, and the plate flew up, and the paste in it fell on the □□ of the man sitting at the table.

"Fucking death!"

Before the bald head could react to what was happening, he had already been pressed to the ground and beaten.

"Uh-ahh

The bald head and eyes were full of gold stars, stretched out his feet and kicked the old brother who □□ "eating", and the man fell on all fours on the table next to him, and the plate fell to the ground.

The two people who were eating at the table scolded "" and attacked him.

Soon, the battle between two people ignited the audience like dominoes, littering the audience with rotten eggs, flying plates, nosebleeds and tears.

After about ten minutes of fighting, the prison guard upstairs appeared, stood in the corridor on the second floor, and yelled at the prisoners in the hall on the first floor.

No one listened, and the fight became more and more fierce.

The prison guards hurried downstairs.

Everyone in the dining room was in a mess, the door to the dining room was blocked by a humanoid barrier lying on the ground, and the prison guards knocked on the door with electric batons, but the howls and invectives had long since drowned out this movement.

In the midst of this chaos, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the hall.

The bullet passed through the eyebrows of a man standing at a table in the middle of the dining room and exploded in the back of his head.

There was silence.

Everyone's eyes were on the man standing on the second floor.

A dark blue uniform with meticulous buttons and hems, a grim face, a resolute chin, and a pair of white gloves.

He has a sniper rifle in his hand.

The smoke of gunfire did not dissipate.