In the iron-gray mechanical corridor, only dim green indicator lights provide limited illumination. Occasionally, subtle sounds of metal friction, liquid flow, or gas jets can be heard from the walls, making the environment seem even quieter.
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At this time, the floating sign on the closed door turned from red to green, and many gears continued to rotate, causing the heavy door to open to both sides. The brightness of the originally dim green streetlight quickly increased, and then Alan Scott stepped in.
"[Welcome back, Legion Commander,]" the cartoon image of Little Shark made of green shadows appeared in front of him, making a reverberated electronic sound: "[According to your instructions, seven 'SR' level living body containment rooms
It has been prepared and can be activated at any time.】"
"Okay," Scott nodded slightly and walked towards the depths of the high-tech prison: "Take me to see those 'residents' and 'wardens'."
"[?]" The little shark phantom floated next to him while making a question mark in the air: "[If you want to inspect some 'living objects', please also indicate their numbers. Although I am a subsystem of the lamp beast,
But it doesn’t predict or read minds.]”
"It would be troublesome if you knew how to do it. There are quite a few objects for these abilities in the high-tech prison," Scott replied: "In addition, you have just said the target I want to inspect."
"[Hmm...huh?]" Little Shark tilted his head and made a puzzled and thoughtful gesture: "[The seven newly set up containment rooms?]"
"Yes," Scott stepped into the "elevator" car at the end of the corridor and looked at the densely packed operation panel with many symbols: "Take me to them."
"[Is it because I have been isolated from the outside world for too long that I can no longer keep up with the times?]" The little shark swam into the "elevator room" and flicked his tail on the panel: "[Oa Star is now in charge of the containment room.
'Called 'guest'?】"
"Although the outside has changed a lot, it has not yet reached this level of chaos." As the "elevator" started, Scott lowered his head and pulled out an oil lamp with a faint green light from the sign on his chest: "I will
That’s just because they all have ‘tenants’ moving in.”
"[Ah? Why didn't I know?]" The cartoon shark's eyes widened instantly: "[Obviously I am the warden!]"
"The warden will only know the 'residents' who are admitted according to normal procedures," Scott replied, "but the 'prey' captured by 'traps' and 'cages' are not among them."
"[If the list of contained objects could be checked in real time... No, forget it, a lot of contained objects would escape because of this.]" The little shark touched his chin with his fins.
"As the warden, you have to be strict with your words," Scott looked at the "elevator door": "That's called a 'containment breach'."
Ding. Buzz——
As the "elevator door" slowly opened, thick liquid-like gray mist rushed in from outside the door, but it was completely unable to get close to the illumination range of the green lantern.
"[With the 'subspace curtain', even if the 'containment fails', those guys won't dare to come out.]" Little Shark muttered.
"Contained objects that act instinctively will indeed not, but those with minds may rather be lost in the subspace than be locked up here." Scott stepped out of the elevator holding an oil lamp: "From now on, if it is not necessary, try not to
say."
"[X]" The little cartoon shark drew an X on his mouth.
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As Scott moved forward in the illusory and unstable corridor, he used an oil lamp to illuminate the "Containment Room" nameplates along the way.
Different from the relatively normal numbering of containment rooms, which are named according to the letters N, R, SR, SSR plus numbers, etc., all the room numbers in this "floor" shrouded in gray fog have no rules at all, and some cannot even be numbered.
Call it a number, such as "i7", "10086", "XXV", "27F", "9?", "Entropy 3", "All Dogs", "锟斤拷锟斤拷锟斤拷" etc.
Their interiors are also shrouded in thick gray fog, but through the nearby windows - if there are any - you can clearly see that there are various indescribable shadows moving inside the gray fog, and some of them will react to the people passing by.
Scott reacted, but mostly still maintained his original pattern of actions.
Finally, one person and one shark arrived at a relatively regular row of holding rooms. Although their numbers were still strange, they were at least more logical than those they had seen before.
Their nameplates read respectively:
【SR32, Breaking Dawn Britain】
【SR44, Killing Machine Qin】
【SR12, Ruthless Iron Fist Russia】
【SR11, drowned souls in the Atlantic Ocean】
【SR1, the ravager of India】
[SR52, Red Death Nordic]
【SR22, Laughing Bat South America】
Different from the previous indescribable shadows, the shadows in these containment rooms are relatively specific: they are all humanoid images with pointed ears and long cloaks, shrouded in gray fog, each performing something that can be easily understood, such as
Actions such as moving, fighting and resting.
"[Scary!]" When Scott was still observing these "shadows", the cartoon shark exclaimed: "[I'm sure they were empty when I patrolled before!]"
"I said they are 'traps' and 'cages', and this is not the first time this has happened. Do you remember 'SSR002'?" Scott replied without looking back.
"['Kang the Conqueror' is easy to understand. He has so many incarnations. It's not surprising that there is a 'Kang taken in by the Green Lantern Corps', but these, uh, bat-men, can they be compared with the future Lord of the Galaxy?"
"The cartoon shark swung its tail and peered into the containment chamber.
"No, but it's okay to say they can," Scott observed the nameplates: "They can modify 'history' through some means and make something outrageous like 'I have predicted your prediction'
However, if this 'means' will put them at a greater disadvantage, it will be equivalent to these guys jumping into a 'trap' themselves, and we just need to prepare the 'cage'."
"[Is that so?]" The little cartoon shark swam between the holding rooms: "[You said they 'jumped into the trap' by themselves. Is it possible that before they were put into the 'cage',
Did you sense danger and jump out again?】"
"wait--"
Click, clatter!
Before Scott tried to stop it, the surface of the nameplate marked "SR22" suddenly shattered, shattering all the original text, revealing the lower layer of text:
【All this is within my plan, hehehe】
This line of text on the nameplate was displayed for two or three seconds before being eroded and swallowed by the billowing gray mist in the corridor, and returned to its unused appearance.
"..." Scott stared at the blank nameplate and the empty containment room, expressionless and speechless.
"[Hug, sorry...]" Little Shark looked downcast: "[I shouldn't have talked nonsense.]"
"It's not your problem,"
Scott turned around, held the oil lamp and walked towards the direction he came from, and said:
"Oh, if you don't take the road to heaven, there will be no way to hell to break in."
