old light morning light

The towering high walls looked even darker under the gloomy sky, and the automatic sentry weapons in the distance flashed a dangerous red light.

The gloomy weather that was about to rain was like an omen, making it difficult for me to move forward with peace of mind.

After landing, I was taken straight here.

"Thorn Central Prison."

On the way, I heard clearly that there was a fierce verbal conflict between the AAS team commander who arrested me and someone in the terminal, but due to the language barrier, I was unable to get a full picture of what happened.

But after that I was brought here without even being put on trial.

I have every reason to believe...

"Come here first and put your hands on this."

Something I know or don't know has begun to operate, and the current situation is the result of that operation.

"Okay, then look at the red one, yes, okay..."

"The iris registration has been updated to the recorded personnel file."

"Okay, let's go to the next room, draw a tube of blood, and then change our clothes."

The two AAS guards following me shrugged at me, indicating that I should follow the orders of the police-looking men.

Here I have completed the handover to the prison and registered some basic information. My name is now Luster Linman L. Levis.

Yes, there is nothing surprising. When I saw the handover prison guard holding a file with my three-dimensional avatar projected on it, I already guessed that this was the work of a certain navy figure.

I just need to temporarily remember this name, yes, remember this fake name that I use as a fake name, and then respond correctly and quickly when someone calls me.

After removing my restraints, I walked in casually with my hands empty. Is this really a prison?

But I guess no one dares to make any big moves with this automatic sentry weapon.

The smell of unpleasant disinfectant water and an extra bitter taste lingered in the air, making people feel a little nauseous.

"Name?"

Someone was tinkering with something behind the desk in front of me, and a gender-neutral voice whose gender I couldn't tell broke the rare tranquility.

"Linman, Luster Linman L. Levis."

Although they are all very simple and easy to remember names, they are a bit too long, and most of them are even stereotypical names, Lust...Levis, why don't you just call me Jack.

Just like the people in Rosia are all called Ci Gang, and the people in Qianying are all called Yamamoto.

However, even though it is outrageous, when it is all put together, it is so outrageous that it feels like it is real.

"Open your mouth."

"what?"

"Open your mouth!"

"Well!"

What the hell, just put it on my tongue and pinched it. It hurt!

"Okay, let's sit over there and wait for a while."

It felt more like a dentist's office to me than a prison.

There is a row of chairs where you can lie down for dental treatment, and next to it... are they some torture instruments?

I've heard of some punishments for teeth or tongue...

An indescribable and ominous premonition gave me a chill...

"Okay, Navy, I need your signature on this document. Of course, you can also read it carefully."

Only then did I see clearly that the doctor who had been sitting across from the screen seemed to be a young woman.

Even when she asked me to open my mouth just now, she didn't show her face to look at me. She turned out to be a beautiful woman, but she looked too cold.

The notification about confirming the submission of biological materials... The content is just a simple statement that I agree to submit my biological materials, and it is accompanied by a statement that this material is only for physical examination and biometric identification...

She just called me "Navy", and the prison guard outside had mentioned drawing blood before, so because this identity requires additional immunity, she asked me to sign, right?

She watched me sign my name coldly, without saying anything else to me. She just stretched out her hand and took my hand into a white machine on the table.

A stinging sensation came instantly. This must be the process of drawing blood, right?

"Strange...you?"

Just when I felt that the squeezing force in the machine was restored and I could withdraw my handle freely, she made a strange questioning sound.

"I?"

But what's even more strange is that he hesitated to speak. It seemed that he didn't want me to find out any clues. He just looked at me from top to bottom again, then lowered his head and returned to silence.

Well, she didn't want to say it, so it was in vain for me to ask.

Did she discover something abnormal about me?

Think about it and you will know that I was thrown into the prison alone without going through any court trial, and probably without any other materials.

I don’t know if Kalinin has improved it for me, as long as she can see the relevant information... Rather than seeing the relevant material, it’s more likely that she didn’t see anything, so she showed strong doubts about me. .

Also... is there a possibility that she discovered that I might actually be her helper who should complete the joint?

Well, even if this is a movie and a novel, the plot moves a little too fast.

Not to say that the dramatic possibility of this coincidence is completely ruled out, but at least her mentality should be more cautious and she should behave in a nonchalant manner instead of immediately revealing such an obvious abnormality.

Thinking about it again, what she was doing was collecting my biological materials, so she probably discovered some abnormalities in some of my materials and documents, and she just became suspicious.

And I don’t have to worry about the connection at this stage. Even if the connection is completed immediately, I will not be able to start taking action immediately because I am not familiar with the place. Instead, I will expose more flaws due to a guilty conscience, or consume more extra money. energy.

At this stage, the main thing is to get familiar with the current environment, or to improve the relationships around you, right?

I have also heard that the relationship between prisoners is one of the most difficult things to deal with in prison. "Do you know how long the sentence was?"

I don’t know why, but I fainted when I met her eyes, and asked something that sounded quite strange.

But, what do I feel guilty for?

Sure enough, I'm still not good at looking directly at others. Even in a situation like this, I can only dodge and evade, not aboveboard at all.

I entered the prison based on my strength, not secretly... This is not something to be proud of!

"Hum..."

But why is she laughing?

Is she laughing at me?

This kind of contempt...it's not a feeling of contempt. Isn't she making fun of me?

"Okay, it will take 48 standard hours for the results of the physical examination report to be available. Before that, you have to stay in the isolation cell temporarily."

Hey, you, don’t leave?

"drop."

robot?

"4521, please follow me."

4521, this should refer to my number. I just saw this series of numbers on the file in the hand of the man at the door, and it was clearly marked under my holographic avatar.

The robot moves so fast that I have to jog slightly to keep up with it, and I can't guarantee if I'll be punished if I don't take the initiative.

Robots are not as capable as human prison guards. If there is a gap between the development of events and the preset state, they will immediately take measures to intervene.

At least that’s what it means in movies and TV shows with crime labels?

It seemed to be another clinic, with a white-painted facility hanging a sign warning of radiation, perhaps a set of radiation equipment.

To be honest, the physical examination here seems to be quite comprehensive, even for such a large... Hey, what are you doing?

"Please change, please change."

The robot approached me and motioned for me to take off my uniform and change into the striped prison uniform on the side. But are you pushing too hard?

Wait, is this thing still taking pictures? No, don't, don't get so close to me...!

"Hey, please straighten your hands and lean your back on the designated work area."

what?

What are you doing? I just took it off...

"Please keep your hands straight and lean your back on the designated work area."

Okay, okay, I get it...

What's strange is that this kind of machine doesn't require me to take off my clothes. Isn't this superfluous...

"drop!"

"Turn around, please continue to maintain your current posture..."

There is a controller in the room that guides the firing of automatic weapons. I cannot guarantee that any violation will not trigger surveillance.

Still, you just have to do it.

I always have the uncomfortable feeling of being rubbed against the floor, but when I think about my current identity as just a damn prisoner, I seem to have no choice but to accept the mercy of this broken machine.

Modern civilized society?

Without making a move, he first humiliated the people who came in. It seemed that the so-called dignity was quite a luxury no matter where it was.

"drop!"

"4521, please change your prison uniform."

Please, actually use honorifics.

Playing around with naked people while using honorifics is quite artistic in many ways, isn't it?

"drop!"

Hey, why did you just leave? Do you want me to continue to follow it or...

Tsk!

I can only follow first...

"Knock, knock..."

Using light iron plates as the ground, this is actually an overhead corridor bridge. Walking along this straight corridor, you may enter the inner prison area.

So no matter what, as long as this slender covered bridge is guarded, there is no need to worry about any riots by the prisoners.

"Kudden...Kudden..."

The interior of the prison seems to be in the shape of a zigzag, with rows of crosswalks connecting the building in the middle, dividing the building into two square areas.

Starting from the floor I am on, there are 2 floors below and 1 floor above, making a total of 4 floors.

It's strange, isn't our floor... so we excavated downwards and there are two floors of buildings buried underground.

"drop."

"4521, cell 2311, temporarily isolated."

On 23-11, the robot that took me finally stopped at the door of cell No. 23-11. At this moment, the door was open, and there was only an iron bed and a low sink in the room.

"drop!"

"Click!"

The sound of the iron door closing heavily came from behind, and now I could only look around, but found nothing.