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"The corn juice you want." Li Sheng threw a can of drink into the cell through the narrow opening of the baffle.

Huiyu, who was still reading the newspaper, didn't even raise his head. He caught the can with one hand, which was still wet with condensation, opened it with a snap, took a big sip, and made a satisfying sound of "ah~".

"This is life." She shook her head and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Li Sheng had already prepared this question, so he immediately took out the pink children's school bag and crayon drawings and asked: "Three questions, first, have you seen this school bag.

2. The specific conditions of each room.

3. Has anyone successfully jailbroken in the past? "

The laser trap and gravity-sensing floor in the reversal room just restrained the bat grapple gun. At the same time, the 5 ∑ coins in the child's schoolbag were just enough to buy a bottle of corn juice that Hui Yu wanted. It is difficult not to make people wonder whether it was a temporary attack on Li Sheng. Generated.

"First of all, I have never seen this schoolbag. Secondly, besides the warden's room, there are five rooms, flashback, continuity, reversal, misdirection, and protagonist effect. They all use reality distortion engine and narrative ladder array technology. According to Prison Breaker The life experience generates the traps and contents in the room.”

Hui Yu sipped corn juice and said, "The effect of the flashback room is to jump to the past or future of the prison escapee. Including the past that the escapee himself does not know.

Continuity - breaking narrative integrity and adding temporary settings. For example, a wall is temporarily refreshed and a bunch of monsters appear out of sight of the jailbreaker.

Misleading - literally using all means to induce and deceive the jailbreaker. For example, set up a fake door or fake button.

Protagonist effect - This is the most abstract room and the most difficult to understand and summarize. All kinds of strange and weird things encountered by the protagonist in literary and artistic works may happen. "

Mentioning this, Huiyu paused and asked, "As for whether anyone has successfully escaped from here? Since the prison authorities and the Jingbi Residential Committee dare to write the escape instructions on the wall, it proves that they have a good understanding of prison security." Full of confidence.

And it's true - no escapee can get through the five engine rooms on the first try, and each attempt compromises the narrative integrity of the escapee.

Just like a protagonist in a novel, if his origin and the major life changes he encountered were deleted and modified, would he still be the same person? "

This example is easy to understand. If the Waynes in Gotham City were not shot dead in an alley, then there would be one less Batman and one more playboy Bruce Wayne in the world.

The world would also be missing a lot of Batman's hell jokes.

For example, "What kind of thing walks on a trail and has holes in it?" "The Joker gave Batman a parent coupon, but it has expired." "Batman took out his camera and took a selfie for a family photo." such as.

"This is the insidious part of the Crystal Wall Residential Committee. Since many prisoners are both criminals and heroes of civilization, if they survive until they are released from prison, they may become the leaders of the planet that everyone expects, so they cannot simply break their hands and feet or freeze them under anesthesia.

Describing the design of the cage is equivalent to giving the prisoners a dilemma.

Either he will stay in jail for a long time and he won't be released until the end of the year. Either try to jailbreak, and then lose yourself after failing again and again. "

Huiyu said: "When I first came to this single cell half a year ago, the original owner of your cell, that Isaac, said that he had been imprisoned for ten years and tried to escape nine times. I almost forgot. What is your name?

Three months ago they were shouting about ‘Give me freedom or give me death’, ‘The price of freedom is one generation, and the price of enslavement is one generation. ’

I tried jailbreaking for the last time and haven't come back yet. Eighty percent of them are dead.

The prisoner in the cell in the lower right corner is older than Isaac, has escaped from prison more times, and has become completely demented. "

Li Sheng thought for a while and asked cautiously: "Have you ever tried to escape from prison?"

This question made Hui Yu pause. He covered his face with the newspaper in his hand and said calmly: "It's time for you to leave. The prison rules are that after starting the jailbreak process, if the engine room button is not pressed for too long, the entire prison system will reset. Set.

It can be as short as a few hours or as long as a day. "

Li Sheng frowned and turned around to leave. Although he had obtained information from Hui Yu, when he thought about it carefully, there were even more doubts.

He walked to the vending machine. After the corn juice was bought, the next position was a white rabbit doll in a transparent plastic gift bag, priced at 10∑. The next spot is Piushuai brand men's clothing priced at 70∑.

The trademark of the Pishuai brand is a muscular man in a suit and tie, with a sinewy face and a single braid on his smooth bald head. He is obviously trying very hard to smile kindly, but his overall temperament still reveals that of a silly gangster. breath.

“No matter how many times I watch it, I still want to make people complain about this brand.”

Li Sheng muttered, stepped into the corridor where the misdirection room was, and opened the wooden door.

Like the Inversion Room, the Misdirection Room also has a second metal door.

He stood obediently on the gravity-sensitive floor, holding a 170 straight knife in his right hand, a bat grapple gun in his left hand, and the most powerful thunder horn at his waist, waiting for the metal door to slide open.

The door opened, and behind it was a narrow concrete room with a lone red button on the floor.

"Mr. Xue, Ms. Li, please look at this form."

In the treatment room of the psychological counseling institution, the female doctor said softly: "Multiple personality disorder MPD and dissociative identity disorder DID are different. The personality that appears at a certain moment in the former determines the individual's behavior. The latter has at least two identities or Personality states repeatedly control the patient's behavior.

Your son Lee Il Sung does not fit the above description and is more like a fantasy friend tulpa than MPD and DID. "

"Fantasy friends?"

Li Zhao's expression changed slightly and he turned to look at the seven-year-old boy sitting in the corner of the treatment room, wearing thick glasses and holding a pen and paper in his hand to write and draw.

On the drawing paper on his knee, there is a clear depiction of a young man walking towards the red button in the concrete room.

"Fantasy friends is a term in child psychology. About 52% to 65% of children worldwide have phantom friends. It is a normal and common phenomenon, so there is no need to worry too much."

The female doctor said: "As for your son Li Richeng, he has artistic talent and a sensitive mind far beyond his peers, and he will integrate the troubles he encounters in life into his own fantasies.

In order to cope with the loneliness after his parents went to work, he imagined a character named Li Sheng (actually a projection of him), and arranged for Li Sheng adoptive parents and cousins ​​with whom he did not have a harmonious relationship.

In this environment, Li Sheng still grew into a young man with courage, wisdom and kindness, experiencing one adventure after another. It can be understood as a psychological defense mechanism for your son. "

Li Zhao quickly asked: "Then we should"

"Pay close attention and let nature take its course. Most children will gradually forget their imaginary friends as they grow up, so there is no need to intervene too much."

The female doctor paused and smiled: "But you two might consider enrolling him in an art class or something. With his talent in painting, he might become a cartoonist in the future."

"Cartoonist? That was my dream when I was a kid."

At the International Film Festival, Li Ih-cheng, a young director in his twenties, looked at the camera and scratched his head in embarrassment, "It turned out that he was criticized by his teacher for being too bad at painting, so he had to change careers."

The reporter asked enthusiastically: "Do you think your comic experience will help you to pursue a career in directing?"

"Yes. If it hadn't been for the imagination I developed at that time, I wouldn't have been able to make "The Lord of the Rings vs. Terminator 2: Saving the Shawshank Godfather."

Wrinkled fingers gently brushed the disc, and the famous director Li Il-sung, who wore reading glasses, sighed and put the disc that contained his glorious directorial years back on the bookshelf.

He was the only one left in the elegant and warm country house. His old wife passed away a few years ago, and his two children did not inherit his artistic legacy. They all devoted themselves to the aerospace industry of the Human Federation. They were busy at the space elevator space station at the equator all year round, and could not come back more than once a year.

He sat on the soft sofa and flipped through the latest newspaper.

The news headline [Terrorists detonated a nuclear bomb in Proxima A District] read: "A group of unidentified terrorists launched an armed attack on the skyscraper where Junsaka Company is located in the downtown area of ​​Proxima A District last night. After causing After thousands of company employees, military and police personnel were injured or killed, the desperate terrorists brazenly detonated a nuclear bomb with a yield of more than 500 kt. "

A long-lost memory suddenly came to life, and his eyes suddenly opened wide. The next second, his heart suddenly felt cramped, causing him to fall to the ground.

The cylindrical housekeeping robot that was watering the plants in the distance heard the noise and moved over quickly, opened its chest, took out the Jiuxin Jiuxin Pill, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Mr. Richeng, can you hear me? I have called an ambulance for you. "

My eyes were staring at the ceiling of the country house, and my vision gradually blurred, as if I saw the cement house again.

His eyes suddenly widened, he stood up staggeringly, ignored the dissuasion of the housekeeping robot, threw himself on the bookshelf, tried his best to pull out a stack of old and yellowed drawing paper, and started drawing with a pen in his palm.

"Hello? Dad?! We're back to see you, please open the door!"

The doorbell rang outside the house, as well as the calls of sons, daughters, and grandchildren.

However, he ignored it and struggled to draw the last picture - the young man holding a heavy machete in his right hand and a bat grapple gun in his left hand officially pressed the red button.

"hiss!"

Li Sheng suddenly came back to his senses, his pupils trembled violently, and his palms trembled.

It was like having an extremely long and extremely real dream, and a large number of vague memories and emotions, both real and illusory, poured into my mind.

Even after long-term training with the multi-line brain method, the brain is still overloaded and has stabbing pains.

To make matters worse, the feeling of difficulty in moving like a slumbering old man came to reality and was transmitted to his hands, feet and limbs, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

He dropped the button as if he was electrocuted, rushed out of the room with staggering steps, and leaned against the partition between the wooden door and the metal door, breathing heavily.

Squeak——

The wooden door opened, and Hui Yu appeared outside. He grabbed Li Sheng, pulled him out of the compartment, and dragged him into the corridor.

When he came to the corridor, the feeling of drowning and suffocation immediately subsided a lot. Li Sheng stood up slowly with his forehead in hand and said hoarsely to Hui Yu: "Thank you."

He glanced at the time displayed on the vending machine. It had only been more than sixty minutes since he entered the misdirection room, but it felt as if more than sixty years had passed.

"As a newcomer, it's not bad to be able to pass two levels in a row."

Hui Yu crossed his hands in front of him, squinted his eyes and asked, "What did you encounter inside?"

".It's hard to describe in words."

Li Sheng rubbed his brows, and his hazy vision gradually became clear.

From the moment he stepped into the misdirection room, the so-called reality distortion engine and narrative ladder array had begun to work.

His existence was stripped away at the narrative level and replaced by the higher-dimensional "Li Il-sung".

"Li Il-sung" lived a relatively happy life. His parents were loving and willing to pay attention to his psychological problems, allowing him to grow up healthily. After graduation, his career was smooth and his family was harmonious.

If he hadn't noticed the abnormality through the newspaper,

he would really be perfectly "misled" and think that he was Li Il-sung, and the so-called "Li Sheng" was just a fictional character/virtual friend that the latter imagined in his childhood.

"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and the butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. It's really sinister."

The shackles on his feet disappeared by themselves, and Li Sheng muttered to himself, looking down at his right palm.

He originally held the 170 straight knife, but after leaving the misdirection room, there was something more in his palm.

The fragment of the newspaper [Terrorists detonated a nuclear bomb in the Proxima A area].

It was this newspaper that made him suddenly recall his identity in the misleading, and the room system gave him a temporary heart attack in order to deal with the emergency.

"Things in pure illusion can actually be brought back to reality."

Li Sheng took a deep breath and placed this piece of newspaper fragment side by side with the newspaper [Food poisoning case occurred in the urban school of Proxima A District] that he had taken from the vending machine before.

The layout, font size, and writing style of the two newspapers are different, but they both mention the same keyword "Proxima A District".

Li Sheng is very sure that the false world view created by the misleading room is about 2070. At that time, the human federation had just been established and was still busy with colonization in the solar system, far from the extent of going to the near-Earth star system.

In other words, this newspaper is inconsistent, and the real source is somewhere else.

"Do you know the so-called Proxima A District?" Li Sheng asked.

".No." Hui Yu shook his head and denied it. Seeing him stand up, he asked in confusion: "What are you going to do?"

"Go to the next room." Li Sheng went straight to the protagonist effect room without looking back.

"Are you crazy?" Hui Yu said in disbelief, "Don't you take a break?"

After entering and exiting the Misdirection Room, the spiritual power value did not drop much, but the sanity value dropped from 240 to 159.

If the next room is of this type, it is hard to guarantee that the sanity will not be burned dry, and life will be worse than death.

Li Sheng strode through the corridor, "One, there is not enough time. Two, there is not enough time."

After starting the jailbreak process, if the engine room button is not pressed for too long, the entire cage system will reset. And every level will damage the narrative integrity of the jailbreaker. Until you become a fool, like the one in the cell in the lower right corner.

The player has one and only one chance.

What's more

Li Sheng silently put away the newspaper fragment and pushed open the door of the protagonist effect room expressionlessly.

He vaguely grasped the pattern of this script task.