As soon as a move was made here, Slinger's younger brother rushed up and surrounded five or six people with a roar.
Wang Xu clutched Slinger's finger, and before he could say anything, the prison guard on duty rushed up and shouted: "No trouble, please spread out, spread out quickly, do you want me to call the riot squad?"
Five or six strong men retreated, and Wang Xu also let go of Slinger's fingers.
Slinger was sweating from the pain, holding his fingers that were almost broken, and said in a deep voice: "You have the guts, let's see."
After giving Wang Xu a vicious look, Slinger led the people away.
Martin watched these people go away and whispered: "Do you know how to wake up? I can't stay here any longer."
"If we want to escape from the dream, I have calculated that there should be three ways. One is that someone from the outside touches our body, and the touch will make us break out of the dream. The second is to wake up naturally. Dreams have a time limit.
It may trap us forever, and the third one is to kill the dream creator, the one who pulls us into the dream.”
Wang Xu and Martin walked out side by side. After walking a few steps, they found that Martin's movements were a bit unnatural, and his walking posture was actually a figure eight step.
"What happened to your leg?"
"No, it's okay"
Martin looked a little ugly and his eyes were evasive.
By chance, a prisoner passed by and heard the conversation. He joked: "The wedding night is a memorable day. Our little beauty must have been exhausted last night."
Wang Xu glanced at the prisoner, then at Martin, and found that Martin's face was red and his hands were clenched into fists.
Shaking his head slightly, Wang Xu said nothing. Dreams can be good or bad, and Martin's dream was obviously not very good.
Neither party said a word and walked forward in silence.
Wang Xu walked for more than ten steps and stopped again, with some doubts in his eyes: "Is the power returning?"
"What?"
Martin was distracted and didn't hear Wang Xu's words clearly, so he asked: "Call me again?"
Wang Xu shook his head slightly. He could feel the power returning, as if in Martin's dream, the restrictions on him were not so great.
What's going on? In his own dream, his power was suppressed to the freezing point, and his quality was almost the same as that of ordinary people.
But here, his power is actually returning. Is it because Martin's dream is special, or because the main reason for dreaming is that it can't suppress the dream.
It should be the latter. In the last moments of the last dream, he showed signs of waking up.
This time I fell into the second level of dreamland, and the signs of waking up faded, but my power showed signs of recovery. It seemed that the dream creator's control over the dreamland was even weaker, and he could not even block his power.
"Before, I could say ten shots like Ye Wen, but now" Wang Xu raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: "Wu Shuang cuts the grass!"
There is a game called Dynasty Warriors, which is nicknamed by players as Wushuang Mowing the Grass, because the generals in it can kill one against a hundred, and killing soldiers is like mowing grass.
Wang Xu sensed it himself. If his previous state was a state where his power was 100% sealed, now he is 90% sealed.
Don't underestimate the 10% gap. With his Grandmaster's strength, if you put 10% on an ordinary person, it would be a non-human existence, no less than He Li in the world of King Li.
king.
"What are we going to do?" After thinking about it, Wang Xu looked at the prisoners and found that they were all going in the same direction.
"Let's go have breakfast. Our place is called Emerald City, and the prison is called Oz. It's a hybrid prison, completely modeled after the American TV series Prison Prison. Emerald City is the best place in Oz, and the people here are just like going to work.
I work eight hours a day and have Saturdays and Sundays off. But I don’t like it here at all, because, because”
Martin didn't say anything else, looking embarrassed.
Wang Xu understood, instantly, that Martin didn't like it because it would hurt his butt here.
For Martin, everything here is a nightmare, and it is the most terrible nightmare.
This is also true. If you dream about being in jail and being a rabbit, who dares to say that this dream is happy.
Wang Xu has watched the American drama "Prison", and the most impressive thing in it is the chaos, the chaos under order.
Murder, rape of women, extortion, persecution and violence are the lingering mainstream here.
Aryans, blacks, Irish, Mexicans, and Colombians have formed one interest group after another.
Under the seemingly calm water, there are turbulent undercurrents hidden. It is certain that a high school student like Martin, who smokes marijuana, will not be able to cope with it.
"Young man, this way, this way!"
As soon as he entered the cafeteria, Wang Xu heard a greeting. He looked up and saw that the person calling him was his roommate, an old white man.
The old white man seemed to be the oldest among the prisoners. Just by looking at his appearance, one could tell that he was sixty or seventy years old.
Wang Xu waved his hand and did not sit with the old man. Instead, he whispered: "Everything here is a dream. When you wake up, you will not remember anything. All we have to do now is wait, in my
In the dream, the Dream Creator can't do anything to me, so this is his last chance. I will find a way to find him and get rid of him, and you only need to take care of yourself."
"Sounds so simple!" Martin smiled uglier than crying.
Wang Xu didn't say anything about this. He was not good at comforting others, nor was he a nursery nanny.
"Hey, man, I heard what happened just now. You have to be careful. Slinger is not a person who likes to suffer losses." Wang Xu heard these words when a prisoner walked past him.
Looking up and forward, Wang Xu quickly saw Slinger who was staying with a group of people among the people eating.
These people were talking in low voices. When Wang Xu looked at him, Slinger stopped talking and made a gesture of slitting his throat towards him.
Wang Xu smiled nonchalantly, even before liberating his strength, a gangster like Slinger would not be taken seriously by him.
Now, his strength has recovered to 10%. Unless Slinger can transform, even giving him a pistol will not work.
The people in charge of the kitchen of "This Is Yours" are a group of black people. They are very clumsy and are very repulsive to people of other skin colors.
Wang Xu looked at the dinner plate that was thrown in front of him with a clang, and once again felt the meaning of the word rejection.
"What is this?" Wang Xu looked at the dinner plate. There was white rice at the bottom and a layer of shit-like stuff on top.
"Mashed potatoes and rice, next!" The black man waved his hand impatiently, like swatting away flies.
Wang Xu sighed. He didn't like potatoes, not at all.
As a child who grew up at the bottom of the mountain, Wang Xu ate the most potatoes since he was a child, almost to the point of destroying himself.
Wait, something seems wrong.
Wang Xu looked at the dinner plate of the person next to him and found that in addition to mashed potatoes, that person also had a small cake.
"Why does that man have cake?"
"Everyone has it. Only the newcomers don't have it. The newcomers have no right to eat the cake."
The person who spoke was not a black man but Martin. Wang Xu turned around and looked at him and realized that this guy had come a few days earlier and he really looked like a veteran.
"What are newcomers? How to distinguish newcomers from old people?" Wang Xu held a plate and sat on an empty seat.
Martin followed carefully and sat down, holding a plate and eating rice, and said vaguely: "You have to do something big to be considered an old bird."
"What about?" Wang Xu asked casually after taking a bite of rice.
Martin was silent for a while, looked up at Wang Xu, and whispered: "I want you to help me kill Slinger. If you kill him, everyone will look at you with admiration."
Wang Xu raised his head slightly, saw the hatred in Martin's eyes, and realized that he was not joking.