Please ask the dream

Although he has the muscle memory left by his predecessor, Feng Xue still cannot complete a series of steps such as getting up, washing up, and going to the toilet in five minutes like a real prisoner. What makes him even more desperate is that his predecessor seems to be a little constipated...

By the time he hurriedly finished taking care of his personal hygiene, at least ten minutes had passed.

Just when he was ready to have no food in the morning and even to accept punishment, he found a prison guard standing at the door of his cell.

There was absolutely no ferocity or joking on the other party's face. Instead, he was waiting there with respect. He opened the cell door in front of Feng Xue's somewhat incomprehensible eyes. Before he could speak, the prison guard said in an apologetic tone. :

"Sorry, Mr. Feng, you know, this is the rule."

"Uh..." Feng Xue was slightly stunned by this attitude. She didn't know what to say for a moment, but the prison guard seemed to think that Feng Xue acquiesced. He immediately took out a small remote control and followed the buttons. When pressed, the four wristbands on Feng Xue's wrists and ankles suddenly buzzed slightly, and a sense of restraint followed under the tug of a faint force.

Feng Xue tried to raise her hand and found that when the distance between her two hands exceeded a certain distance, she would feel a strong tugging feeling.

"High-tech shackles? The technological level of this world seems to be higher than I imagined..."

Feng Xue made a judgment in her heart and became more and more concerned when she saw the prison guard asking to come with me.

Not to mention living in a single room, there is no punishment for overtime washing, and even when the prison guards put on the shackles, they have to be careful and respectful...

Thinking of the bunch of master-level killing skills in the [Sports] column, Feng Xue had some doubts about whether his predecessor was a world-class killer like Zhao Weike, who "everyone in the world doesn't recognize you."

Following the prison guards to the restaurant, they found that most of the prisoners had already finished breakfast and started lining up. Only a few prisoners were still sitting at the dining table, chewing slowly and enjoying the food in front of them. The sharp-eyed Feng Xue noticed that the sitting Among the people eating, one of them happened to be his opposite door... um, opposite prison?

"So eating slowly is a treatment only reserved for prisoners in single cells?" Feng Xue thought to himself, but the prison guard who brought him over seemed to realize something and immediately said:

"Please wait."

"..." Feng Xue didn't know what the prison guard understood, but she still watched him walk towards the meal retrieval port, took a breakfast from the corner window and placed it in front of his table.

Although breakfast was just simple steamed buns with pickles, white porridge, and eggs, Feng Xue raised her head slightly and took a glance, and then discovered that most of the meals for the prisoners in the single cell did not include eggs or pickles.

It would be fine if it was just like this, but Feng Xue could clearly feel that whether it was the prisoners in the single cell sitting not far from him or the ordinary prisoners waiting in line, they all seemed to behave as they should - —

You know, when Feng Xue came in, they all looked dissatisfied when they saw the prisoners sitting at the table drinking porridge!

"Fuck, who is the predecessor? Or has he defeated all the prisoners in this prison?"

Feng Xue felt slightly uneasy, but she quickly destroyed the breakfast in front of her.

Although this weight was a bit too much for him before time travel, it didn't seem to be a burden on this body.

After breakfast, Feng Xue walked into the queue with several prisoners in single cells, and then led by the prison guards to a workshop. Just standing at the door, Feng Xue could see the rows, although the shape was slightly different from before crossing. , but the function of the sewing machine can be seen at a glance.

"The legendary sewing machine?" Feng Xue sighed inwardly. Although he probably knew how to operate this thing, he was not the kind of player who was good at sewing. Generally speaking, prisoners would undergo a period of training before going to labor camp. training, but unfortunately, the predecessor did not leave such a memory for him.

But when receiving the materials, Feng Xue once again discovered the preferential treatment she received——

The materials in his hand were only about one-third of those of other prisoners!

"Good guy, I call him good guy! Who is his predecessor? Is the prison run by his family? Then will there be a joke about 'I stayed for three days and left because my father wanted so'?"

Feng Xue took the materials in a daze, imitated the movements of the prisoner at the next table, and began to hem the quilt cover. With the help of the sewing machine, it would not be like sewing a quilt by herself. , but the speed is still obviously much slower than others.

Fortunately, the materials I received were few, so I could not keep up with the progress. Amid the clicking sound of the sewing machine, the whole morning passed quietly.

I don’t know whether it’s because of the excellent physical quality of this body, or simply because stepping on a sewing machine is a relatively easy job. At the end of the morning, Feng Xue didn’t feel any discomfort, and even had time to think about his golden finger.

Although he has experienced five nodes, he does not have an extra memory every time he passes a node as he imagined.

Until now, the memory of his predecessor in his mind, except for the two kinds of knowledge bought by Hua Yihui, was that he was an orphan who was abandoned on a snowy night, and he got a paintbrush for the first time in the orphanage. The teacher is like this, but fights with children, encounters monsters while taking naps, etc., do not have corresponding impressions in the memory.

For now, Feng Xue has two guesses about Golden Finger -

First, Goldfinger made the memory of his predecessor into a meat pigeon. If this is the case, then the reason why the two nodes are not synchronized to the memory may be that the choices he made are different from those of his predecessor.

Second, it is similar to previous life simulator novels, where the simulation results will rewrite reality. If this is the case, then the reason why these two nodes are not synchronized to the memory is that they have no impact on history.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue suddenly shook his head——

"If it's the second one, it means that every choice I make may have an impact on the past of this world, but in this case, the option to delete files is very strange... No, maybe it's another A possibility!”

Feng Xue's thoughts gradually became clearer. It would be understandable if the "Snowy Night Orphans" node was regarded as something that was bound to happen!

After all, if Orphans on a Snowy Night does not clear the level, then the predecessor will freeze to death in the snowy night, and nothing that follows will happen. In other words, even if this golden finger can really rewrite the past, some historical nodes that are closely related to the present cannot. changed.

If this is really the case, then it is understandable that synchronized memory only has this point!

But the orphans in the snowy night are surviving, so why can the paintings be synchronized?

When Feng Xue thought of this, she couldn't help but recall what was mentioned in that painting node - the teacher's expression was a little strange.

"In other words, my predecessor chose to paint portraits when he was three years old. This had a crucial impact on his subsequent experiences, and even directly led to an established fact that has already happened, such as... going to jail?"

Thinking of this, Feng Xue was amused by her own thoughts——

“Isn’t it okay if painting portraits leads to jail time…”