The screen changed and the time came to two days later.
Prisoners wearing orange prison uniforms are delivering clean prison uniforms one by one.
"Gordon Freeman." The prisoner with the tattoo on his arm nodded to Gordon Freeman, handed the clothes to him, and then turned back to hold another folded prison uniform.
"Rohard." The prisoner read Rohard's name, patted the obviously thicker prison uniform meaningfully, and handed it to Rohard, who was waiting with his hand outstretched.
Returning to the bed, Rohard saw Gordon Freeman skillfully pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his clothes and stuffing it under the pillow.
Rohard lowered his head and smelled the smell of washing powder on his clothes.
Wrapped in the prison uniform was a pack of cigarettes, a bag of instant noodles, and a spoon.
The appearance of the spoon dispelled the expectations of Transparent Qiao and others: it was really just an ordinary spoon.
However, the spoon comes in handy sooner than the players expected - not for eating, nor for digging secret tunnels.
It was during the release time that the three prisoners who had done something to Rohard appeared again and took him to the boiler room, which only had staggered metal pipes.
【Make them happy】
【Make yourself happy】
[dig out their shit with a spoon]
0:4:5, instead of retaliating tooth for tooth or eye for eye, Transparent Bridge used another way of retaliation.
But maybe Rohard was too rough, they were too delicate, or something else. The three prisoners were seriously injured, and Rohard was put into a "little black room", a cramped cell without any light source for erring prisoners.
.
Once the heavy iron door is closed, the world is cut off.
In other words, Rohard was isolated.
For the next few minutes, the scene strangely remained in the corridor, facing the rusty iron door.
The food delivered on time became the only criterion for judging time. At first, the dinner plates that were recycled were clean, but as the number of times increased, the plates began to have leftovers, and three days later they were still motionless.
On the fifth day, the picture finally changed.
The prison guard hummed leisurely, and the crisp sound of boot soles echoed in the corridor.
When he reached the iron gate, the prison guard stopped humming, took off the iron key from his belt and inserted it into the keyhole.
Click——
The prison guard opened the heavy iron door and said inside: "Come out of the small prison, man... Oh damn!"
The light from the corridor squeezed into the cell, illuminating everything inside: last night's dinner was placed next to the door, Rohard was leaning against the corner, his profile almost slimmed down, his left hand was in a pool of blood, and his wrist was covered with ugly scars -
- Rohard himself tore it with his teeth.
The prison guard rushed to call someone and even forgot to lock the cell door. However, it was impossible for the unconscious Rohard to get up.
When Rohard was sent to the infirmary, his consciousness had already fallen into a dying state. Under his slightly opened eyelids were a pair of blurred and haggard eyes without focus.
The shouts of the people around him became distant, and the white light on the ceiling became more and more dazzling until it enveloped him...
Jingle bell, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle bell
The familiar noisy phone ringing filled his ears, and Rohard came back to his senses.
The computer screen in front of me opened a new text, filled with chaotic characters.
All four eyes open.
Transparent Bridge sighed, cut out the game, opened the chat window, and wrote a message: "My idea won't work. Mu Su, I'll leave the rest to you."
Not long after the option to abstain appeared after the name of Transparent Bridge, Mo Xiao, the God of Wen Xiang, followed quickly.
The poor wild players are helpless.
Transparent Bridge thought that the next round would be Mu Su’s turn, until Mu Su’s name also showed abstention.
Mu Su not only cut out the game but also left a message.
Transparent Bridge, who couldn't restrain his curiosity, thought that Chishen and the others knew what to do next anyway, so he cut out to look at the chat box.
Musu: Transparent Bridge Warrior and Musu Boy merge into one!
Well...I'm stupid.
Transparent Bridge sighed and returned to the game.
Although Musu is not here, his legacy still helps the plot continue according to its original direction.
Rohard greeted Manager Mike cordially with a coffee cup. Manager Mike tactfully hinted that if Rohard was willing to continue to express condolences, he might consider not pursuing Rohard.
But Rohard chose not to give in and allowed the police to take him away.
Rohard rescued Smith for the third time without his knowledge and went to Smith's secret stronghold, where he met Slack.
Multiple rounds make the options confusing - but Mu Su is also a confusing option anyway, and it does not affect the direction of the plot.
After customizing the plan, Rohard and the three set off.
Smith stole a car along the way and placed his lame buddy Slack in it and watched indifferently as Slack was taken away by the police.
It's like it was intentional.
Then Rohard and Smith followed Lincoln to the theater. Rohard bought hot dogs and took the woman's thirty-four dollars and chocolates. They waited until Smith came out and followed him to the bar.
It is only when the plot reaches the bar that there is a different divergence from the previous one.
The white woman with heavy makeup squeezed into Rohad's arms. This time he did not push her away, but danced intimately with the woman.
Transparent Bridge hesitated to speak, suspecting that Mu Su came back just to interact with women——
It wasn't until Rohard noticed the fake Smith squeezing out of the dance floor and heading to the bathroom that he got out of the arms of the woman who was almost hanging on him and walked towards the fake Smith.
"Dear... don't leave me." The woman pestered Rohard like an octopus.
But Rohard was just a ruthless killer with unique habits. He broke free from the entanglement of the woman, followed up with the fake Smith, and was stopped in the corridor by the security guard.
The lonely woman was in a daze for a while, suddenly feeling bored, she stood on the crowded dance floor and lit a lady's cigarette, then staggered out as she was knocked around.
On the other side, Rohard saw the fake Smith leaving the back door, leaving the bar and returning to Smith's car.
Half an hour later, downstairs at the Sierra Towers apartment.
Rohard Smith met Slack, and Rohard went upstairs.
The players thought that there would be no problems here, but unexpectedly, due to time issues, Rohard arrived on the 33rd floor and was bumped into by a waiter who asked loudly who he was.
What's dramatic is that the door of room 3302 opens, and the woman whom Rohard met by chance pokes her head out wearing a scarf——
"He is my friend." The woman helped Rohard and pulled him into the room. "Why did you come here..."
The woman thought Rohard was here for her.
But Rohard didn't respond. He waited until the waiter left and then opened the door and walked out.
Just like last week, Smith and Slack came when Rohard came in, and then the fake Smith was suddenly shot and killed by Rohard while he was defending.
The world line is closed.
"Wow... wow, buddy, please... give me the gun first." Smith swallowed his saliva and moved forward to take away the gun.
Looking at Slack, Smith coughed dryly and said: "Killer, there is a woman in the room, go find her."
Rohard nodded silently, turned and walked into the bedroom.
Click——
Chapter completed!