If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 83 Fate Has Given Guidance
"Speaking of which, isn't this a bit exaggerated..." Feng Xue looked at the clothes sent by Jeston, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

The clothes are really good clothes, you don't need to touch them, just take a look, you can know that the design and tailoring are not comparable to ordinary clothes.

only……

This is a man's dress for a ball!

Although it looks similar to an ordinary suit at first glance, but the design of the waist, the exaggerated gold thread, the somewhat eye-catching diamond-encrusted brooch, and all kinds of complicated lace that I don't know if it should be called lace or something else, how do you look at it? It doesn't look like the style that normal people would wear.

However, compared to the prison uniform on her body, this clothes is indeed much more comfortable. The inner fabric alone is enough to cover all kinds of clothes that Feng Xue has experienced in her previous life.

"This dress must have some comfort elements, right?" Feng Xue adjusted the neckline a little. Although the size seemed a little too big, it avoided the oppression of the waist design on him.

Anyway, there is no floor-to-ceiling mirror in the prison, even if it is a dress, Feng Xue calmly wears it as pajamas.

But even pajamas, wearing such good clothes to go to jail seems a little strange.

Just when Feng Xue thought that Jeston would arrange for him to go to a cell like a separate cell, the secretary turned around and left very calmly, which made Feng Xue a little speechless for a while.

"Didn't it mean that this kind of private prison has the kind of independent small room just like a resort hotel for rich people? Doesn't Jeston think I'm not worthy?"

Feng Xue slandered in her heart, but what he didn't know was that this kind of single room was basically only found in the prisons of those prosperous metropolises. In a city like Shengluotan City, which can be called a hotbed of crime, even if rich people go to prison, they can't afford it. They will be extradited directly to prisons in other cities, and they will not be in such a dangerous place where even robbing prisons is commonplace. Naturally, this prison will not have any luxurious suites.

But since the secretary left, he didn't bother to say anything more, so he just sat on the bed with his knees hugged in a straight dress, wrapped himself in a blanket, and continued to read.

……

"The [Consciousness] provided by the label has increased again, ten... no, there are about 15 people."

Feeling the feedback from the label, the [Knowledge] increased again, Feng Xue felt a little reluctant to leave, and at the same time felt ridiculous about Jeston's ability to keep secrets.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is not something worth talking about. After all, it is impossible for Jeston to do it himself, whether it is hunting or creating illusions, and the number of participants is large, and leaks are inevitable. .

After all, there are always one or two people or things that are hard to refuse. When Jeston's hands began to flow out illusions, it was no surprise that he was investigated.

"If you want to know the label [Money Printing Machine], at least you must be sure of getting benefits from yourself. If you think about it this way, there should be room for improvement in this label."

Feng Xue flipped through your dictionary meaninglessly, but felt the knowledge in the label in her mind. Now the knowledge provided by this label is no longer just the level of the physical money printing machine at the beginning. If you search, you can find knowledge about finance, manufacturing, research, invention, etc. Basically, you can find projects that can make money, but relatively, it is also very messy.

However, compared with these things that can only be used to expand the knowledge, the strengthening of the two elements of [treasure] and [manufacturing] is real. If the current income is far from being able to even out the daily expenditure, Feng Xue would I want to live in prison forever.

But soon, the hysterical screams from the prison reminded him of his current situation. Now, he who can understand Wumen's language can clearly understand that the desperate voice is shouting loudly, the fact that he is about to disappear .

However, such a sound, to the ears of those jailers, was nothing but a completely incomprehensible noise, no different from the neighing made by ordinary prisoners who had a mental breakdown in the prison.

Such a sudden change made Feng Xue feel as if someone had poured cold water on her head, and suddenly broke free from the joy of the label being strengthened.

"Yeah, even with a label or two, I'm still just a 'nothing' with nothing."

Hearing the shouting from the next door getting louder, and even began to slap on the iron door vigorously, trying to attract the attention of the jailer, even though the jailer began to shout and curse, or even beat him with a baton, he didn't intend to stop, Feng Xue suddenly felt that she had A little bit of joy, almost like a slave complacent about taking an extra piece of black bread.

"I have to escape." Feng Xue muttered in her heart, picked up the bow-style dental floss in her mouth, and randomly threw a few elements into it, trying to brush some labels, but the next moment, his eyes turned slightly Some dazed.

He looked at the object that appeared on his lap, and almost couldn't resist taking out a bag of salt.

His heavy breathing slowly calmed down, and he used slow movements to cut a towel from the handcuffs, wrapped the sharp edge of the little thing, and then put it into his pocket.

"Is this the answer fate gave me?" Feng Xue felt the insignificant weight of the items in her pocket, and secretly felt emotional, but with this thing, the original escape plan seemed to be able to be slightly changed.

……

"Long time no see, my dear brother." In the office of the chief executive of Jeston Prison, a middle-aged man exuding the aura of an upper-class elite looked at Jeston and greeted him with a smile.

"Loken, you are not doing scientific research in Norton City, what are you doing in Saint Luotan City?"

Jeston looked at the person in front of him with a little vigilance. Although the other person was his second brother in terms of blood relationship, considering the attitude shown by his elder brother before, he doubted what this person was up to.

"It's just that my father asked me to come and see you." The man named Loken seemed not to notice Jeston's vigilance, and said calmly:
"After all, you gave him two nice presents, didn't you?"

"The old man won't let you come to see me." Jeston cursed secretly in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface, just pretending to be stupid and said:

"Is there any reward for me?"

Maybe it's because Jeston's IQ is so worrying that at this moment, Loken can't even judge whether he is really stupid, or whether he is pretending to take advantage of it, but considering the project, still nodded and said:
"That's right, my father said that you have a good project here. Let me bring someone to help you. After all, you have a group of illiterate people under your command. If you want to do research, it's better to use my team here."

　ps1: It's ridiculous to say that rich people treat shiny things as treasures... Do you not know how to surf the Internet or haven't read the news?I don't even ask you about the top lamps, why don't you check how much the crystal chandelier in the lobby of a high-end hotel costs?Do you know how much arms you can buy with the same money?Do you really take ignorance as your confidence?If you don't understand it, it's full of loopholes?

　　According to what you say, do rich people in reality say "I built another rpg" and "my security team installed a new batch of automatic rifles" at parties?Is your painting style a rich man or a gangster?

　　ps2: About why bodyguards don’t provide knowledge, because in the eyes of bodyguards, there is no difference between everything. You can make money and it’s not for him. It’s like the boss of the company definitely treats big customers as cash cows, but you still pay [-] If you can't get overtime pay, no matter how big or small the client is, it doesn't make any difference in your eyes, right?If there is no difference, there will be no targeted cognition, and no label will be provided.

　　But murder is different. The resentment of the family members of the deceased is aimed at "the murderer who killed my relatives". This is a very directional cognition, so it is almost inevitable to condense the label. Killing the whole family turned out to be a situation that no one remembered.

　　ps3: If there is no accident, it will be on the shelves on Friday. I hope everyone will support it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)