The solar system is broken

It's such a small space that I can turn my body around.

A bed, a quilt, a toilet, a roll of paper, and nothing else.

The blue and white striped uniform on his body was stained with blood.

Huo Shan had a band-aid on his nose, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked very haggard.

Reach out and tap lightly on the wall, exploring bit by bit.

灁灁~

empty.

Huo Shan knew very well that it was a confinement room. When he entered, Huo Shan noticed that it was next to the fire department next door.

If nothing else, the prison and the fire brigade use the same ventilation system.

Shake his head.

Prisons are not stupid either. They never throw troublemaking prisoners into the solitary cell next door, for no other reason than they are afraid of running away.

Don't ask how Huo Shan knew.

The nosebleed came out again, and Huo Shan quickly covered his nose.

Sticky blood flowed from his fingertips. Huo Shan easily pulled off a piece of toilet paper and covered his nose.

The bloody nose suddenly stained the roll of paper red, and Huo Shan could only draw out more paper.

I received a punch, but the force was not very strong. It was estimated that the capillaries in the nose were ruptured.

Looking at the bloody toilet paper on his hand, Huo Shan fell into deep thought, a humiliating emotion swimming in his chest.

"Damn it!"

Huo Shan took a sip of water in the toilet. The sticky saliva floated quietly on the water. Huo Shan threw the bloody toilet paper in.

Press the toilet.

The clockwise flow of water clearly told Huo Shan that he was still in the southern hemisphere.

If you wait for the spaceport to send someone to fish you out, all your preparations will be in vain.

There can't be an ending like this. The strength on my hand became a little heavier and my knuckles turned white.

He raised his head and aimed at the surveillance camera on the upper left, his eyes a little more vicious. I wonder who is there?

rustle~

The bell rang, it's breakfast.

Dangdangdang~

The prison guard knocked on the door of the first cell.

The sound came from an L-shaped passage. Huo Shan's room was at the end of the L. The prison guard's monitoring room was next door to the solitary room, so there was no way to see it directly.

There are only two prison guards on this floor. One is a fat man named Boluot. His hand always gets stuck on the small window when delivering food, and he has a very bad temper. The other is called Xigai, a thin man with a good temper.

The prisoners who caused trouble were not beaten or scolded.

Dang Dang Dang!

The door to the second cell also rang.

The sound was much quieter than the first time. The difference between the two knocks was about 2 minutes.

This should be the thin man Sigai. He likes to chat with the prisoners when delivering food, even though no one pays attention to him.

Huo Shan walked to the small window where food was delivered and was thoughtful.

The cell doors in this prison are all equipped with a digital key code lock, which is very advanced.

Huo Shan gestured with his hand. There was only half an arm's distance between the window and the password. It was completely within reach when the door was opened.

But what's the point? The window is locked. If you can't open the window, you can't open the door even if you have a password.

Trouble~

Huo Shan was about to go back to bed, but unexpectedly found that the speaker was not in his mind.

You should know that there is a little surveillance blind spot under the door. If the prisoner does not appear in the surveillance for more than two minutes, the prison guard who is still in the duty room will scold him through the loudspeaker.

Huo Shan had been there for so long and yet he didn't receive any warning. This meant that the fat man was not in the duty room!

Huo Shan's heart was beating loudly.

If he stretched out his hand and broke the thin man's neck, wouldn't it be possible...

But Huo Shan quickly rejected this plan. Not to mention the feasibility, even if he got out, how far could he go in this prison full of electronic locks?

Even if the electronic lock can be broken with a computer, how long will it take? After waiting for that long, the prison guard outside will have already come in with an AK to break him.

This is simply reckless behavior.

Dangdangdang~

The door of the third cell was knocked open, and the sound was even quieter.

But the time was a little shorter than before, about less than two minutes.

There are about 12 cells in the row of cells in the row with the long letter "l", and there is only one cell in the short letter "l", which can be regarded as special care for Huoshan.

I don’t know if it was the work of those four young people.

Huo Shan's eyes saw the only roll of paper in the room again, and he was slightly lost in thought.

All the tools he had were a quilt, a prison uniform and a roll of paper.

It seems like this is a hell of a difficulty.

Dangdangdang~

The knocking on the door continued, and the thin man's hands and feet were really unflattering, and he was a lot slower.

The corridor was still filled with dissatisfied curses from the prisoners, but the thin man used a humorous tone to deal with the group of people.

"I seem to have a bold idea." Huo Shan's eyes finally fell on the roll of paper.

He listened carefully to the sound of the prison guard delivering food, which was getting farther and farther away, and seemed to have reached the end.

About 20 minutes later, Huoshan's door opened, and a thin man stood at Huoshan's door with a smile.

"Your breakfast, sir."

A carton of milk, an uncut loaf of bread, and some mushy vegetables look unpalatable.

"Xigai~"

Huo Shan took the plate and said with a smile, "Do you know the password?"

Sigai smiled and waved his hand, "Sorry, sir, although I know, I can't tell you."

Raising his eyebrows, Huo Shan said to the gentle and thin man, "Okay, but I think you can tell me, what if that fat pig doesn't come to deliver the meal?"

"Oh~, you mean Mr. Brott," said the thin man, holding on to the cart. "He went to the stairs to smoke. You know, smoking will cause the smoke alarm to spray water."

Huo Shan suddenly realized that the fat man had taken advantage of this time to smoke.

"Mr. Robert is a heavy smoker and would run out every time during food delivery time," Sigai shrugged, "You are the first person to be interested in him."

Huo Shan waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of disgust, "I just hope there is no saliva from him in my food~"

"Hahaha~" Sigai couldn't help laughing.

"Then I wish you a pleasant meal. I'll pick up the trash in half an hour."

Press the window down. (This is a clamshell-style viewing port)

Holding the food, Huo Shan sat on the bed.

Now he has many more tools.

Knives and forks, dinner plates, bread, milk and unknown paste.

Don't worry about knives, forks and dinner plates. They must be recycled. If these things disappear, it will definitely attract great attention.

As for the other three types, bread can only fill the stomach, as can milk and paste.

No straw.

The bread was very hard and tasted like a brick.

The taste of the paste was so touching that I almost sent Huo Shan away.

He quickly opened the milk carton with his teeth and drank 300ml of milk in one go.

After swallowing it, Huo Shan felt like he was alive.

The taste of the milk is not satisfactory, but it's just a little lacking.

Tear open the milk carton and lick it clean.

There is no other way~ People in prison are lacking in material resources, so they can only maintain their lives in front of people like this.

Suddenly while licking, Huoshan noticed the film of this milk carton, a low-density polyethylene (ldpe) plastic film. This film has good ductility and is very transparent, making it difficult to detect.

This membrane is so delicate and beautiful that it will break with just one poke.

Isn't it... wonderful?

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Huo Shan's mouth.

"205 That Chinese guy, don't giggle," came the fat man's scolding voice from the radio.

Huo Shan seriously doubted whether he had hyperthyroidism. He also ate rice soaked with adrenaline hormones, used dichlorvos eye drops every day, and took drugs to watch football games when he had nothing to do.

"205 Chinese guys, don't giggle." It was like a repeater and kept broadcasting.