Of course Xu Qingran doesn't have any children.
Not in the previous life, and not in this life either.
By now, he could almost guess that most of the people imprisoned in Tower 4 were mentally ill. He had seen a few Void Ghosts, but this one was particularly excited about his appearance.
He listened to the strange man's mumbling in the prison, and his fear when he faced him. Instead of retreating, he deliberately took a few steps closer to him like a busybody. As a result, the man knocked his head harder as if he had seen a ghost asking for his life. It made a banging sound, and his forehead turned red in an instant, but he refused to stop.
Xu Qingran didn't know who he was talking about, but he didn't think much of this kind of people.
How come someone who kills someone with a knife while conscious wants to say afterwards that he was possessed by a ghost
He squatted down and hooked his finger at the people in the prison.
Maybe it was the first time someone responded like this, the Mediterranean uncle actually crawled over, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
Xu Qingran said with a cold face, lowering his voice: "It's no use begging."
"You two must die. Just wait, I'll come and catch you tonight." After saying that, she stretched out her hand to him and made a serious face.
system:"… "
Xu Qingran was finally forcibly dragged away by the angry staff.
While pulling, her head was smoking as she asked him: "You... you, you, you knew that he was mentally ill and had neurasthenia, but you deliberately tried to scare him?"
"Now you've scared him so much that he had a heart attack, and we have to go through so much trouble to send him to the medical department!"
Xu Qingran answered seriously: "Ah, I don't know, have you told me about this?"
"I didn't mean it. I thought he was just joking with me."
The staff member opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
Well, isn't this something that anyone with a discerning eye can see
Xu Qingran followed the staff member who led him from beginning to end, passed through two security doors, and stopped in front of an empty cell.
The room was relatively clean, with a metal hanging bed covered with a thin mattress. In the opposite room was a skinny male prisoner lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. On the left and right, one was crying and the other was laughing.
It is said that he was brought to this place today because of the decision made by the interrogator surnamed Niu who interrogated him. Even before he left the evil tower, all the punishments and the results of the tests to be done in the future had to pass through his hands, and he would make the final judgment.
The cell door was locked by someone using defensive energy, and the clattering sound of the staff's leather shoes gradually faded away.
Xu Qingran sat on the cold, hard iron bed, supporting his chin with one hand, looking at the scenery of high-rise buildings outside the small window.
He thought that sooner or later he would kill the interrogator.
"By the way, host, aren't you in pain?" The system's concerned voice suddenly sounded in his head.
He looked down at his other hand and seemed to still feel the tingling and uncontrollable trembling under the skin.
“It hurts.”
He replied.
Since the day he crossed over, he discovered that this body was much more sensitive to pain and other external forces than his previous life, and a slight pinch would leave a bruise. Therefore, even the slightest pain would be magnified several times.
However, in his previous life, when he first took on the lightning power, he had suffered a similar situation. The electric shock he endured was even dozens of times more painful than the punishment from the bracelet.
Thinking of this, he raised the hand that had the new bracelet on it, slowly clenched his fist and tightened it, then hammered hard at the wall next to him. The wall made of a mixture of metal and earth and stone was so hard that it didn't change at all, but his knuckles slowly turned a light red.
The tingling pain that penetrated his muscles and the familiar feeling of electric current rushed through his body, but he curled the corners of his mouth and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.
"But it's a good tool to use to help adjust to the body."
This body was too weak, and now it had a little more strength thanks to the improvement of the spirit pool level, but it was still far from the ideal state where he could exert all his abilities. He not only had to make it adapt to the pain, but also had to train it.
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During the days that Shen Tingyu was in the evil tower, he went from Tower 5 to Tower 3.
The scope of these towers is too wide, so only a few key areas were roughly inspected.
After all, his real destination was Tower 2, which only detained E-types who had committed crimes and had blood on their hands.
2 The atmosphere in the tower was mostly deathly silent. Even between each prisoner, there were several closed cells, with only small iron windows protected by electronic energy to prevent the people inside from suffocating to death.
Shen Tingyu walked alone in this space where there were almost no patrol staff. His military boots stepped on the smooth ground, making a deep and light sound. But the prisoners in the prison seemed to be very sensitive and soon noticed the movement, and even felt very familiar with it.
They all walked to the small window, feeling both fear and hatred for the handsome figure passing outside the room.
The nature of Type E people makes them unable to tolerate the existence of other Type E people. Just like there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, once they meet, they will look at each other with great dislike, and then fight to the death until the winner is determined.
As a staff member of the empire, Shen Tingyu is the top person among their E-type group.
Almost all the E-types who stayed in Tower 2 for a long time had been trained by him. So they hated him, but they couldn't control their fear and could only express their anger with their eyes.
After all, as long as you dare to say a word, this devil can really pull you out of the cell, suppress you with his mental and physical strength, and let you experience what mental fear is.
Type E people never know how to be merciful.
Of course, there are also newcomers who have just entered the evil tower and still have the attitude of being the only one in the world.
They didn't know how perverted and cruel this devil Shen Tingyu was. They would stare at him with aggressive eyes and curse at him.
"Shen Tingyu, you useless trash!"
"You are obviously an E-type, but you insist on becoming a running dog of the Empire. Bah!"
This floor of Tower 2 fell into hellish silence immediately after the bearded man uttered these two sentences.
Even the sound of turning pages stopped.
On the corridor, the man in the dark gold military uniform stopped.
Then he came to the cell block of the bearded man, still with that leisurely smile on his face, like an elegant and polite nobleman.
The cell door opened, and the E-type who had been inside just a few months ago rushed out with murderous intent. In his hand was a dagger that he had somehow secretly brought in and could be used with his mental power.
The sharp blade, which was emitting a faint glow, fiercely stabbed at the vitals of the man in the corridor. However, he never expected that his strong attack with mental power would be caught and blocked by the other party in time, as if he had already seen through all his routes of action, and threw him to the ground in an instant.
He stood up and fought back, but couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. When he was sweating profusely, he realized that he seemed to have been treated like a dog.
The bearded man was so angry that his eyes turned red. With such a top-level E-type in front of him, he couldn't help but want to destroy the opponent. However, even though he was wielding his weapon, every one of his sudden moves could be accurately seen through by the opponent, and he was thrown to the ground again.
Even the dagger that he was holding tightly in his hand disappeared.
Just as he was about to get up and look for it, his palm, which was lying on the ground and before he could even raise it, was suddenly stabbed by someone. He didn't even have time to get up and struggle to fight back, as someone stepped on his chest accurately. The powerful spiritual force immediately penetrated his body along with the heavy blow, and immediately penetrated his spiritual defense.
Several ribs were cracked.
"E-type people are also divided into different classes." Shen Tingyu's deep and pleasant voice sounded from above, "And you are just the weakest one."
"The strength is good, but it's just brute force without any rules."
He bent down and held down his wrist, and the seemingly easy force made him unable to move.
He pulled out the sharp dagger and chuckled, his tone calm but with a hint of chill: "Besides, if you don't become a dog of the empire, how can I have the chance to beat you up legally here?"
Shen Tingyu is a typical extremist.
Of course, he didn't like the E type either, and he even disliked it to an extreme.
It's just that he knows how to suppress his nature better than most E-types, but he will not continue to restrain himself against those who don't know how to respect others and actively seek trouble.
He tugged at his collar, his eyes gradually turning red: "So, which hand did you hold the knife with just now?"
In the deserted corridor, the man's voice gradually became hoarse as he shouted. The other people in the prison stood silently by the door without saying a word. Some of those with more serious psychological trauma hid in the corner with their heads in their hands, as if they had returned to that ignorant night.
Until the small device in Shen Tingyu's pocket suddenly sent a warning sound.
For the first time ever, he stopped his actions before the E-type he was dealing with became completely unable to make any sound. The murderous intent in his deep blue eyes faded away, and he gradually regained clarity and rationality.
It was a small thing that was less than the size of a palm, but unsurprisingly, there were undulating curves on the screen.
Still two.
This was something given to him by the staff of the Evil Tower. It could be used to observe the status of the two punishment bracelets of the potential E-type person he was responsible for assessing.
If there is a fluctuation, it means that the other party is starting to become restless again.
Shen Tingyu stared down and suddenly smiled.
This had happened for the dozens of times tonight, but he knew exactly what the owners of the two bracelets were doing.
Because many years ago, he did exactly the same thing in this tower.
Shen Tingyu looked at it for a long time before putting the small instrument away again. Then he turned on the communicator and connected to the management department of Tower 2: "39th floor, seriously injured, need emergency treatment."
"Ah, got it! I'm so sorry, the E-type from Tower 2 was rude to you again, Admiral. Are you okay?"
"Thank you, I'm fine." He chuckled in response, "The new guy doesn't know the rules, so just teach him a lesson."
2Tonight, under the diligent protection of Admiral Shen, Tower 2 is peaceful and tranquil again.
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“Hahahahaha, ouch, ah hahahahaha…”
Xu Qingran, who was in the single room of Tower 4, was sitting by the window with dark circles under his eyes, and he was not in a very good mood.
He hasn't been able to sleep well every day since moving to this place.
The madman next door, whose gender is indistinguishable, deliberately picks his rest time every day to laugh as if he had won 50 million, disturbing his rest.
On the other side there was an old man, also crazy, who shouted out the window every day: "Wife, wife? Come pick me up!"
Otherwise, they would just squat in the corner and cry pitifully.
He glanced at the partition connecting to the cell on the right. The laughing madman was holding the railing with both hands again, laughing at him with a provocative look.
After a few seconds of staring at each other, he also laughed, stood up and walked to him.
"Stretch out your hand and I'll give you something." He whispered.
When the other party heard that there was a small gift, he stopped making a fuss and smiled and stretched out his hand in front of him.
Xu Qingran lowered his eyes, curled the corner of his mouth slightly, grabbed his open palm, suddenly pinched one of his fingers, and pushed it down hard—
Click, the sound of a broken bone.
The shrill screams instantly resounded throughout the entire corridor, and even several other lunatics in the prison stopped going crazy for a short time after hearing such shrill and terrifying shouts.
Xu Qingran pinched the other one without changing his expression, and repeated the same action without mercy. When the other person was in so much pain that he could no longer cry out, he sneered and asked, "Why don't you continue laughing?"
"I want to hear you laugh now." As he said that, he stretched out his other hand to the other side of the railing and pulled the other person's messy hair that had not been trimmed for a long time.
She slightly curved her eyes at him with a smile so beautiful that the madman was in a trance for a moment.
The next second, his head was hit hard against the railing, and the pain was so severe that he felt as if he had seen his own grandmother.
The old man who was still crying in the cell immediately raised his hands to cover his mouth, stared wide-eyed and dared not make any sound.
"laugh."
The madman who was caught and unable to escape could only smile uglier than crying and stammered, "You, you... bad guy..."
Xu Qingran replied: "Yes, promote me like this, promote one whenever you see one."
After saying that, he hit the other person hard on the forehead, knocking him unconscious.
My ears suddenly became quiet.
But there were too many noisy lunatics near him on this floor, so he thought for a moment, walked to the door that was protected by several laser-like, aggressive anti-escape devices, and slowly rolled up the long sleeves of his coat.
Seeing him like this, the system asked cautiously: "Host, what do you want to do?"
"I figured it out. Didn't the damn censor send me here just to clean up the mess?"
"Let's teach them a lesson today. Learn to shut up."
Mental patients are all mentally ill due to various reasons that have caused permanent damage to their mental pools. They can no longer use their mental power well, so the prison gates in Tower 4 are aggressive, but not too strong.
Besides, his fever has subsided, and his spirit pool is intact and temporarily fixed at level B.
Use your mental strength to walk out, and you will suffer minor injuries at most.
No one knows what the prisoners on this floor of Tower 4 experienced tonight.
The entire second half of the night was as quiet as a dead city. When someone came to patrol the next morning, they found that many prisoners who were usually noisy and arrogant were lying in the corner as if they were seriously injured and didn't want to move.
"Good boy, why are you guys so well behaved today?"
Then when he came to Xu Qingran's cell, he glanced at it inadvertently and suddenly exclaimed—
"Fuck!"
Xu Qingran finally had a good sleep, and woke up leisurely to the graceful scream of the staff. The bloody scars on his body had begun to scab over. He sat on the iron bed and raised his hand to greet the stunned staff.
"Good morning."
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Finally, the staff called someone from the medical department to apply medicine and provide simple treatment for the wounds on Xu Qingran's hands and legs that were caused by unknown causes.
When the potion was sprinkled on, all the bystanders frowned, but the person involved had an expression that remained unchanged.
The people in the cells on both sides hid in the corners, staring at the calmest boy in the room with ghost-like eyes.
“… Although there are only 4 towers here, the protective doors are no joke. Don’t try them again next time.” The patrol staff kindly reminded.
Xu Qingran answered obediently: "Okay."
I'll dare to do it again next time.
Several people helped him treat his injuries and left. He was about to continue resting when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure who had not left yet out of the corner of his eye.
A young guard wearing a Silver Dragon uniform was standing outside the door. When his eyes met his, he had a smile on his face.
Xu Qingran didn't know him, but he felt as if he had seen this face when he was being escorted.
The visitor said, "I heard that your examiner punished you with fasting for a day yesterday because the data displayed on your bracelet was too active these days?"
Xu Qingran didn't care much.
During the most difficult times, I went hungry for four or five days. Fasting for one day is a light punishment.
Just as he finished thinking, someone outside the prison handed him a piece of bread: "Would you like to eat it?"
The principle of life is not to waste food.
So you definitely can’t say no.
Xu Qingran didn't hesitate to take it, tore open the bag, and started eating it bite by bite.
His fair and tender cheeks were slightly puffed up because of his expressionless eating movements, which looked quite cute.
Although the other party gave him food, he still did not completely let down his guard. Instead, he was somewhat suspicious of the other party's intentions.
Until the man asked again: "Xu Qingran, don't you remember me?"
(End of this chapter)