I give the world destruction and rebirth

Today is Tang Ji's eleventh day in the solitary room. The silent and lightless environment did not bother him, but instead sharpened his other senses.

Tang Ji didn't know if he had accidentally learned some kind of superpower in smell from Wolfgang, or if the human sense of smell already had this potential, and he slowly gained it after the system forced him to stay at its peak state. development.

But regardless of the reasons for the process, Tangji's sense of smell and a more mysterious sixth sense have made great progress.

For example, he can now sense the movements of the woman next door without too much preparation. Of course, the other woman has almost no other activities except eating, drinking and having sex every day. She lies on the ground like a puppet.

Tang Ji felt that she might have been so brainwashed that even part of her biological instincts had been washed away. Compared with the beginning, it was obviously more difficult for her to turn over to the right side every time, and it was obvious that there were bedsores on that side.

On the other hand, Tang Ji can also tell whether food and water contain 'junk', but he is not sure whether this is defined by smell or intuition.

Because he can't smell different harmful substances, and most toxic substances themselves have no smell, it feels more like he can sense malice from tampered food and water.

Warden Munstein obviously wanted to show off his power by serving food with malicious intent for several days, but Tanguy was able to avoid the processed ingredients every time.

This made Warden Munstein suspicious. He suspected that someone around him was betraying his information.

And today, he received a written warning letter from a well-known human rights protection association. The warning letter clearly stated that Night City Prison was violating Tang Ji's human rights, and they would continue to pay attention to this matter.

In order to show his determination, the representative of the Human Rights Protection Association simply went to prison and kept watch.

What could be worse than this? With warnings from human rights organizations inside and media scrutiny outside, Munstein feels like a bug being roasted under the spotlight. The longer time goes by, the more likely he is to be found out.

His past cannot withstand investigation.

After another failed attempt to contact Els Benbieber, Munstein couldn't bear it anymore and ordered his subordinates: "Throw that bastard back to Area C. No matter what he wants to do, let him hurry up and end it all!"

The prison guards below also breathed a sigh of relief. They had already spread the legend about Tang Ji in private.

Some prison guards had seen him kill five people in a row in one night, and they swore to tell their companions that Tang Jialian kept one eye open when sleeping, and would call the police to kill anyone if anyone came near.

Some prison guards had a deeper memory of him slapping away bullets. They repeatedly described to fellow prisoners that the gadget in your hand, including the gun you usually carry, was meaningless in front of Tang Ji.

But fortunately, perhaps out of respect for his former profession, Tang Ji did not make it too difficult for the prison guards.

"If he is willing to cooperate with you in acting, you'd better act sincerely. If he wants to get violent and hurt others, but the target is not you, just pretend that you are blind and can't see anything." An old prison guard said to the newcomer. The prison guard asked, and then he stayed far away.

God knows what kind of state that law enforcer Tang was in when he came out after being locked up in the silence room for eleven days.

The new prison guard looked back behind him three times, and finally plucked up the courage to put his hand on the door of Tangji's cell. He didn't dare to open the door directly. Usually, he liked to do this best, and then smiled and looked at those who were in solitary confinement. The prisoner was blinded by the light.

"Your confinement has been lifted! I will open the door now. You can get used to the light and let me know if you feel it is okay." Before the prison guard could finish speaking, the door was pushed open from the inside.

When Tang Ji came out of the confinement room, he looked like he had been in a full-body spa. His face was rosy, his skin was smooth, and he looked extremely healthy.

The prison guard looked into the silence room with some doubts. They called this place the silence room for a reason. Not only could it cut off light, it was also an ultra-quiet room. Many prisoners would stay in it for a day or two and they would be shocked when they came out. Vomiting and dizziness stimulated by light and noise.

Tang Ji blinked and fully adapted to the outside light. During these eleven days, in addition to secretly observing the body next door, he was reviewing his own experiences and encounters, trying to analyze who was his friend and who was his enemy. This fundamental problem.

"Who is locked up here?" Tang Ji stood at the door of the woman's confinement room: "Open it, let me take a look."

The prison guard ignored him and refused to hand over the keys, fearing to offend Tang Ji. His collar was visibly soaked with sweat.

Tang Ji sighed and punched the prison guard on the neck, knocking him unconscious and doing him a favor. He heard whispers in the distance, but he didn't care anymore.

He took out the door card of the solitary room from the prison guard, and Tang Ji opened the door of the solitary room. Like the prison guard just now, he only opened a quarter of the door to allow light to shine in without directly irritating people's eyes. .

"Just say something if you can still breathe, and I'll take you out." Tang Ji stood patiently outside the door, but three minutes passed, and the woman inside was still lying there motionless, even breathing at the same rhythm as before.

Tang Ji pushed the door halfway open again. He could already see the woman's feet. She had no shoes on, and the trousers of her prison uniform were torn one by one. Her feet were covered with dirt and bloodstains. It looked like she was walking barefoot. It's been a while.

Another three minutes passed. Tang Ji opened the door completely and tore a large piece of cloth from the guard before entering the solitary room.

The woman was in a very bad condition. Four nails were missing from her fingers. The corners of her mouth were bitten with teeth marks and had begun to become inflamed and discolored. What was even worse was that a line of black blood flowed out along the ear canal and has now dried up.

As if feeling the shock, the woman slowly turned around and looked at Tang Ji with dull eyes. Those eyes were as if they were painted on, without any luster at all.

Tang Ji covered the woman's eyes with a piece of cloth. In just a few seconds, her eyes were stimulated by the light and became red, with tears streaming down her face. However, the woman herself showed no reaction, not even having the instinct to close her eyes and dodge.

A small gray-black flame burst out on the back of his hand, and was extinguished by him slapping it a few times.

Tang Ji knelt down and carefully held the woman in his arms, turned around and walked out of the confinement room.

The woman's body exuded a rotten smell. In addition to excrement, there were many wounds that were inflamed and deteriorated. Her back was covered with bedsores, leaving Tang Ji with nowhere to adjust his posture.

When Tang Ji accidentally rubbed her wound, the woman would tremble because of the pain, but her face had no expression and seemed to have only physiological reactions.

"Why is she locked up here? Where did you find her?" Tang Ji asked the first prison guard he met while holding the woman in his arms.

Although Tang Ji's tone did not fluctuate, the prison guard keenly felt that the man in front of him was far angrier than before in the cafeteria.

This anger even broke through the limitations of space and acted directly on him. The prison guard felt as if his heart was held by something. Every beat was so heavy, and it seemed that if he was not careful, it would be the last beat.

"Monstan asked us to lock her here. She was originally supposed to be in Area D, which is where superhumans are detained. We rarely go there. There is an independent administrative system there." The prison guard told everyone what he knew. All said.

Tang Ji did not embarrass the prison guard, but just walked towards the infirmary step by step with the woman in his arms. He had already seen the structure diagram of the Night City Prison. Apart from the newly built D Area and the later renovated Area C, he knew the place very well. .

"Warden, Tang Ji left." Another prison guard reported cautiously: "He seems to be in good condition. He doesn't look like someone who has been locked up for eleven days."

"I should put him in Area D and put him in a restraint ring, these son-of-a-bitch superhumans!" Warden Munstein opened a bottle of wine in a depressed mood, poured himself a glass to relieve his mood, and emphasized: "He must be a metahuman too!"

"Tang Ji also took away the prisoners in the No. 3 solitary room." The prison guard considered his tone and tried to speak in a tone that was a mixture of heavy and light moods, so that he could adjust according to the warden's reply.

Bang!

The heavy crystal glass fell on the carpet, bounced up and then fell again. The golden bourbon spilled on the warden's expensive handmade trousers, leaving ugly traces.

"We tried to resist, but he was too strong. He knocked the prison guard responsible for escort unconscious to the ground, and then forcibly took away the prisoners in solitary room No. 3." The prison guard's tone was comparable to attending his ex-girlfriend's wedding and having to speak on stage. So heavy: "He is taking the prisoners in the No. 3 solitary cell to the infirmary."

"I understand." The warden hung up the phone with a snap.

In fact, he had no idea who the strange woman in Solitary Room No. 3 was or what her identity was. She was first discovered on a suburban road.

She was discovered by a few wanderers from the Random Sword Society. For them, a weak woman wandering alone in the wild was equivalent to a gift from nature.

They did exactly that, but the woman didn't resist at all, she just stupidly got into their car and transformed into one of them.

It was midnight, and several knights from the Sword Club were almost frightened into psychosis by this scene. When they came to their senses, they realized that they had picked up a treasure.

They discovered that not only could they make a woman look anything they wanted, but they could also make her play a greater role.

For example, let her become an executive working in a bank, and then cooperate inside and outside to rob the bank.

It's a pity that their first action failed. No matter how hard they tried, the woman couldn't remember the rhetoric they taught her. Moreover, anyone could tell that there was something wrong with the woman's eyes and demeanor.

When the woman was sent to Night City Prison as just another superhuman criminal, Munstein didn't treat her as anyone special at all.

Until Els Ben Biber discovered this woman, Munstein still remembered that Ben Bieber did not show much concern for this woman on the surface, but the warden was still keenly aware of Ben Bieber's affection for this woman. The level of attention is quite high.

It was so high that Ben Bieber couldn't even suppress his inner reaction.

So he hid the woman, and at the same time made up a lie to Ben Bieber that the woman was dead. This lie was too easy to make up. People often die in Night City Prison, and the woman can turn into anyone at any time. When she dies, It makes sense to have another look.

Whether Ben Bieber believed it or not, Munstein felt that he had temporarily gained a bargaining chip in the confrontation.

But now, this bargaining chip has been taken away.

"Doctor, is her life in danger?" Tang Ji sat beside the hospital bed, watching Dr. Paddington busy connecting the woman with various physical sign monitoring equipment.

"I don't know. She looks terrible, but all the indicators look normal." Paddington frowned: "The most important thing is her mental state. She looks like her brain has been ripped out." Just like gone."

"Almost." Tang Ji stroked the woman's hair with some pity. The brown hair was covered with various debris. When lying on the pillow in the ward, the white four-piece suit was quickly dyed black.

"I need to clean and disinfect her thoroughly. Her bedsores are too serious. Are you going to stand here and watch the whole process?" Dr. Paddington pointed to the door and motioned for Tangji to get out.

"No, I'm right here." Tang Ji shook his head. He couldn't trust others. If this woman died suddenly, the clues he finally found would be lost again.

"Okay, it's up to you." Dr. Paddington and the nurse cut off the woman's clothes and cleaned the skin surface with cotton.

This was a big project. The female nurse almost vomited, and Dr. Paddington didn't look good. In his words, women were like abused dogs.

But the woman didn't react at all during the whole process. Only when the wound was bandaged later, the muscles on her face moved slightly and she made a symbolic painful reaction.

Tang Ji just stood aside. If Dr. Paddington hadn't been concentrating on dealing with the wounded, he would have noticed a black-gray flame coming out of him from time to time.

"After the bandage is finished, I want to take her away." Tang Ji said to the doctor: "She must be within my sight before I can rest assured."

"Do you know her?" Dr. Paddington looked at the woman's face, suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked for some information in a hurry.

"Hell, she's already dead on my file." Dr. Paddington's face turned ugly. This death certificate was issued by another prison doctor when he was not on duty.

And that doctor has completely surrendered to the new warden.

If he hadn't been used to organizing files on weekdays and had a good memory, this incident would have been missed: "You're right, it's safer if you take her away. The prison guards don't dare to mess with you now, but what are you planning to do?" Time to go out? Don't tell me you like life here."

"It's almost over, but you're right, life here is really good."