He actually came here to grant amnesty to the world.
Of course, Fu Qian would not do anything boring. Even during that cold warning, another silent aura stood behind him, also helping to release the restraints.
In theory, the role I am playing at this moment is a role that is not only invisible, but also has a very limited perception.
It's normal to be wary when someone is messing around behind you, so the rude warning is completely understandable.
As for the previous exclamation that "there are really two", it is actually not surprising either.
Like these things on my body, the material of this cell is obviously also somewhat special.
You may be able to hear the conversation between the two of you from the outside, but with the lack of sensory assistance and the rare configuration of a double room, it may not be someone who is schizophrenic and talking to himself.
When it comes to this, I have to say that the identity arrangement of the warehouse actually feels increasingly perfunctory.
Fu Qian was quite sure that this time he started the mission with his true identity, and there was no sign of a pseudonym. He just changed into a pair of baggy clothes.
In addition, no identity was disclosed, and there was not even a single room arranged, so he was directly forced to fight in a cell with others.
Including judging from the reaction of the inmate during the conversation just now, he didn't even have many traces of his origins in his consciousness, and he began to become suspicious as soon as he recalled it.
"You can stand up now. This thing on your head will be a little troublesome."
While sighing, a prompt came from behind, a calm and capable female voice.
"alright."
There's even a bit of humility.
Just a moment after the words fell, the stinging pain on his neck intensified, and then his head suddenly became clear, and the tightly fitting metal shape was split into two, untied and put down.
…
Even one point faster than the opponent.
"Thanks."
While thanking him, he did not look back in a hurry. He blinked before paying and stared at the roommate in his field of vision who had been chatting for a long time.
From this angle, the shapes of the helmet and armor become even more special.
Bright silver, equally rounded and thick, and too bulky to be worn in combat.
Paired with the gray prison uniform, one can completely imagine that wearing this sitting posture, he looks like an otaku with poorly managed figure.
In addition, there is a strange contrast with the thorns of the same material at the neck position, which makes it feel a bit evil.
However, the feeling only lasted for a short time. The next moment, these things fell to the ground one after another. With a heavy sound, Fei Zhai had grown into an uncle.
The inmate brother, who conveyed many life experiences to me, was as impressive as his voice. He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, with a slightly sparse head.
It's a pity that my eyes suddenly came into use again, and the light of wisdom in them was not particularly condensed when I was still not used to it.
"you……"
Even so, this person still couldn't wait to confirm the identities of the saviors.
And it’s actually not difficult to confirm.
The man standing behind him was almost a head taller and his figure was much better managed.
Although it can still be seen that he is just slightly younger.
Fu Qian didn't recognize this face, but the clothes on him were so recognizable.
Gray, fat, and looks strong.
It was obvious that this was not a jailer coming to take someone out for a break, but a prisoner who was also trapped here.
"What happened?"
After all, it was still Lao Jianghu. Although the visitor had a cold face and did not answer, the inmate brother still reacted instantly and became nervous.
"It's quite a troublesome thing, but you guys seem to be pretty lucky."
The latter finally spoke at this moment, but while speaking, he only glanced at him and turned his eyes this way.
"How could you..."
Noticing this action, the inmate brother finally remembered the suspicious object he had just talked about, turned his head suddenly, and was even more stunned the next moment.
"Why not?"
There was a low and hoarse laugh, and when Fu Qian spoke again, his voice was full of a different kind of old age.
"If you use this voice, how can you listen to so many teachings?"
…
When traveling in the world, the most important thing is to make a name for yourself.
So I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname. While we were chatting just now, Fu Qian had already made himself look like Mr. Lu.
At this moment, my voice has even improved.
Whether it is the mission introduction or the information provided by the inmate brother, it is clearly stated that this is the territory controlled by the siren.
The one who deals with such a top group should naturally be my top organization.
No matter what happens in the mysterious undersea prison, the mastermind behind my rebirth club will definitely appear this time.
Lest the world's heroes become as ignorant as these few.
"Okay, please change the time to chat. You may not be so leisurely now."
The next moment, the voice from behind sounded again. It was the lady who helped Fu get out of trouble before giving a cold reminder.
It can be seen that without announcing their family status, the three of them did not have much association with Mr. Lu's distinctive appearance.
"What happened?"
Undoubtedly, his attention was attracted by these words. The inmate brother no longer cared about what happened just now, his eyes wandered between the two visitors.
"This is……"
The next moment he noticed something strange, he reached out his hand in disbelief and touched the wall on one side.
Thick white frost is condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering every corner of the room.
And it is obvious that the source is in the direction of the door.
As the two people entered just now, they seemed to be brought with them moving polar ice.
That's not even the point.
"Why...can't I feel the cold?"
While talking to himself, the inmate brother glanced at himself subconsciously at that moment, but he still hesitated to withdraw his hand.
"Yes, you have a problem."
It's a pity that his sense of luck was ruthlessly broken the next moment.
The person who released him from the restraints directly pulled up his right sleeve to help him face reality.
But he saw that on the relatively strong arm, the dark red texture like a spider web was quickly appearing, and even squirmed slightly with breathing.
"Scarlet Fever."
At this time, the lady behind Fu Qian continued.
"I don't know why, I don't know who did it, but this curse has now spread throughout the prison. It seems that you are relatively lucky, and it was affected a little later."
While speaking, an arm was also stretched out, as if this person had also pulled up one sleeve.
In comparison, it is indeed much brighter than the two of them.
Fuzen, who made the same move almost at the same time, compared several arms and nodded to confirm the other party's conclusion.
"Okay, it's time to go out, there are people waiting for us outside."
The next moment the rescuers were already giving reminders.