vncnus Chapter 192 He's gone mad, he's directly cursing the warden?!
Chapter 192 He's gone mad, he's directly cursing the warden?!
Evelyn's gaze fell on the notes flowing from Lin Feng's pen. The calm, objective, and even analytical descriptions made her pause slightly.
In particular, the sentence "[During the inducement process, the target demonstrated a precise grasp of the patrol personnel's psychology]" instantly reminded her of Lin Feng's excessively "obsessed" expression when he was "bewitched" earlier...
This guy... was he acting just now?!
She pursed her lips slightly, a complex emotion flashing across her eyes, first embarrassment and then realization.
Then, an even stranger feeling quietly emerged: she found that she did not feel the annoyance or regret she had imagined.
The sensation and warmth of that kiss, and the sudden acceleration of her heartbeat when she was close to him, were vividly recalled now. Far from making her feel embarrassed or repulsed, on the contrary...
In a corner of her heart, a barely perceptible tremor and... a lingering feeling stirred up, startling even herself?
This realization made her heart skip a beat, as if she had been burned by something.
like?
In this bizarre prison where life and death hang in the balance, what about this mysterious, powerful, and always unpredictable partner from the Dragon Kingdom?!
Evelyn almost immediately suppressed this surging, unfamiliar emotion, pressing it firmly back under the icy layer of reason.
Now is not the time to dwell on this. She quickly composed herself and turned her gaze to the dark corridor ahead.
The lines of her profile appeared colder and more taut than usual in the dim light, as if she were trying to rebuild her psychological defenses in this way.
The two continued walking, their footsteps sounding particularly clear in the empty corridor.
After you turn that corner, you'll find the mysterious Cell No. 0.
Even with their strong will, their heartbeats couldn't help but quicken slightly.
The two exchanged a glance and saw a similar solemnity in each other's eyes.
Without a word, they each took a deep breath, gripped their sidearms tightly, and stepped around the corner of the corridor.
My gaze had just swept across the front—
The blood in their bodies seemed to freeze instantly, and their movements abruptly stopped.
The door to cell number 0 was slightly ajar.
It wasn't an illusion of light and shadow; it was undeniably open.
At this moment, what shines through the crack in the door is neither light nor darkness, but an indescribable sense of "emptiness".
It was as if it wasn't a crack in a door, but a tear in the fabric of reality, behind which lay pure "nothingness".
An invisible yet incredibly heavy sense of pressure, like cold, viscous deep-sea water, quietly seeped out from the crack in the door and slowly pressed down on the two of them.
Lin Feng felt his breath catch slightly, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, with a dull, aching pain.
Evelyn felt a slight tingling sensation in her extremities, as if a tiny electric current was running through her skin, sending chills down her spine.
"Lin Feng?" Evelyn's voice was extremely low as she turned to look at Lin Feng, her eyes more serious than ever before. "Is it a letter booklet or a note?"
The manual states:
If you find the door to cell number 0 open during your patrol, regardless of what's inside or not, gently close it and then forget about it.
The note under table number 13 in the cafeteria read:
Rule 7 is a lie! The "blank spaces" aren't for prisoners; they're the "cancer" plaguing this prison!
It's spreading, trying to devour the prison!
If you find its door open—it means the "barrier" has a breach, and its erosion is accelerating!
**Important Note:**
1. Never close that door!
2. Don't try to peek inside; your "observation" itself will nourish it.
[3. The only correct course of action: While cursing Warden Cyrus Mohn, retreat quickly and then report to Deputy Warden Leng Meng that the door to cell number 0 had been opened.]
Lin Feng's gaze was fixed on the strange crack in the door, his mind racing.
The manual is the prison's "official guide," but the way the notes were obtained was secretive, the content was clear, and it was consistent with the warning "Don't trust Rule 7," making it more like a form of resistance or warning.
The substantial and extremely unsettling sense of oppression emanating from this door seems to subtly confirm the descriptions of "erosion" and "cancer" on the note.
Which one to bet on?
Should we follow the seemingly reliable "official procedures," or risk believing "rebellious tips" from unknown sources?
Without much hesitation, Lin Feng made his decision.
He trusted his intuition and believed in the truth that might be hidden behind the hard-won note.
"It's written on the note." His voice was also very low, but his tone was firm.
"Retreat!" Lin Feng commanded in a low voice. At the same time, as if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath and then—
"Cyrus Mohn!" His voice suddenly rose in the deathly silent corridor, carrying a rude and angry tone of despair.
"You brain-filled idiot! You self-righteous bureaucratic maggot! Did you design this prison with your asshole? You piece of trash who can't even understand the most basic containment protocols!"
Evelyn stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Lin Feng in disbelief.
Is it really okay to hurl such insults at people by name, without any mercy, and with such vulgarity?
If the warden hears this, wouldn't I be doomed?!
But Lin Feng's resolute gaze quickly calmed her momentary panic and ignited the decisiveness inherent in her as a top-tier agent.
She chose to trust Lin Feng's judgment.
So Evelyn went all out and, in her cool voice, joined Lin Feng in his tirade:
"Cyrus Mohn! What can a parasite like you, who climbed up the ladder through connections, do besides stamp documents? Were you born from incestuous marriage?"
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Studio:
"Is he insane?! He's directly cursing the warden?! This is outrageous!"
"What if the clues on the note are wrong? Wouldn't that be suicide?!"
"If I had to choose between the two, I'd rather bet on the slip of paper!"
"Is the warden sneezing nonstop in his office right now? Getting a real dressing down by two intern guards for no reason?"
"Why can you get away unscathed by insulting the warden? What's the underlying principle? Please help, class representative!"
"I guess it's because Prisoner Zero intensely hates Warden Cyrus Mohn. Cursing the warden is like 'sharing the same hatred' with him, which makes him feel good, so naturally he'll let them go!"
"What a twisted survival rule... but why does it feel so reasonable?"
"Evelyn's swearing is so incongruous yet hilarious; the cold-faced agent is forced to swear."
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The two men cursed Cyrus Mohn loudly as they retreated rapidly.
Strangely, as their curses grew louder and their vocabulary became increasingly offensive, the chilling oppressive feeling emanating from the crack in cell number 0's door actually began to weaken.
"That's about enough!" Lin Feng keenly sensed the change in pressure, gave a low shout, and grabbed Evelyn's hand at the same time.
The two turned around and sprinted back towards the entrance they had come from.
As he ran, Lin Feng reached for the walkie-talkie at his waist with his other hand and pressed the call button with his thumb.
"Sizzle..."
After a brief period of static, the call was connected almost instantly, and Leng Meng's distinctive voice came through:
"What's wrong?"
Lin Feng spoke very quickly, slightly out of breath:
"Reporting to the Deputy Warden, the door to cell number 0 in Zone Δ has been opened!"
"Repeat, cell door number 0 is now open!"
"We are evacuating!"