Capítulo 938: Chapter 917: Prison Break

On the eve of the surveillance malfunction,

the Shop Owner delayed quite some time because he got entangled with Mentis. Even when leaving that mansion, a drop of cold sweat ran down his cheek.

Almost, he was about to be completely exposed, and all opportunities would be terminated; thankfully, he was decisive enough to dispel the other’s doubts.

With the Stocking Killer waving goodbye, it seemed as if the whole old mansion was waving farewell to him.

Unlike the Shop Owner’s comic creation, Mentis’s works revolve solely around himself; he is an entirely selfish mystery author.

Leaving Mentis,

the Shop Owner didn’t rush into action. Perhaps there’s still a “line of reasoning” hidden on him, and he needs to wait for a while.

Everyday life is unchanging.

Additionally, his suspicions have not been completely cleared.

Every afternoon at two o’clock, he needs to go to the confinement room, where a particular death row inmate conducts a thorough examination on him, from the outside to the inside.

The Shop Owner isn’t anxious; although he can hear calls from Luo Di and others every day, he casually eats his food.

Every meal, he uses the vegetable soup to draw pictures on the plate’s bottom.

But once the drawing is finished, the soup fades away, as if nothing ever happened.

Today is the same.

At two o’clock in the afternoon, the Shop Owner arrived in a wheelchair at a special confinement room.

When the Prison Director was around, the confinement room was used for his private conversations with a death row inmate.

No one knows precisely what they talked about; it’s just at the end of each conversation, the inmate’s mindset changes to a certain extent.

It seems like an ordinary iron gate of a confinement room, but once the door is pushed open, the internal space is shockingly large, completely engulfed in absolute darkness.

This darkness can drown out light; it can completely strangle any form of perception. Staying in such an environment for just three seconds, an ordinary person would develop claustrophobia.

Yet the Shop Owner moved nonchalantly in the dark, reaching the very center.

Suddenly,

a mountain-like eyeball opened before him.

Following closely, eyeballs of various sizes opened from all directions, some nearby and some deep in the darkness.

Upon careful observation of these eyeballs, one would discover they are not alike; even their physiological structures differ.

There are eyeballs of various animals,

and even ones resembling telescopes, concave mirrors, or cameras, capable of being distinguished by different models, manufactured by different companies.

Yet all of them can autonomously “observe”.

They are scanning the Shop Owner’s body, examining the impurities in his thoughts, determining if his inner essence leans toward the advent of the red.

After everything concludes, just as the Shop Owner prepares to leave,

all those eyeballs, all that darkness converged toward a particular eyeball.

That eyeball is cylindrical, belonging to a kind of metal camera, with the Prison Director’s mark engraved on its side.

Accompanying the peeling darkness and gathering of eyeballs,

the confinement room unexpectedly transformed into an ordinary room, only equipped with a prison-specific camera at the upper corner of the wall.

Currently,

this camera is turning,

and the darkness forms a slender humanoid figure with the camera just rightly serving as the head.

He is observation itself; any concept related to observation in the universe can be expressed through Him or is His outward extension.

In the center of the iris, the Prison Director’s mark is engraved with the number.

[12]

A voice resembling a little girl’s is transmitted through the camera’s audio device.

“Mr. Ito, I…”

“Speak directly, don’t waste my time.”

“Well… I just spied that you’ve started creating again recently. Though you have only two fingers, it hasn’t impeded the flow of your inspiration.

You know, I’m your devoted fan; I have collected all your comics.

I wonder if your recent comics have started serialization? I’ve been without new comics for a long time; could you let me take a look?

If not, it’s fine, sorry for the disturbance.”

The Shop Owner paused briefly but eventually took out a stack of manuscripts.

These were precisely the outcomes of his creations during his daily meals after recovering two fingers, and he has completed three volumes so far.

The moment the camera saw them, its dark body trembled, “Wow, it’s truly a new work! And these are originals.”

“Hurry up and view them; once finished I need to reclaim the original manuscripts, and later, I’ll send them to you once bound into books.”

“Then please bear with me, Mr. Ito, I’ll browse at the quickest speed and try to memorize, savoring every detail later.”

“Rush it.”

“Alright.”

Upon receiving the originals, the camera did not immediately browse but first reviewed the prison’s basic situation to ensure accuracy, then focused entirely on its business.

Fully concentrated,

All the essence of observation is focused on the manuscript, striving to remember every detail of the comic. Who would have guessed that right from the beginning, there was an explosive plot that struck a deep soul impact on the camera.

In an instant,

the entire prison’s electrical system was hit with a slight shock, and the lights flickered.

It’s unclear how long this went on,

but the camera sat down on the ground, its black hand wiping the lens. The visually intense plot made its hair stand on end, sweating profusely.

As it returned the manuscript, it gave a thumbs up.

“You still got it, Mr. Ito.

Indeed, you are innocent, hiding from everyone to go to the place where the Prison Director’s right arm had fallen, purely to collect literary material.

I can feel that original fear belonging to the Prison Director from your latest work, it almost made my glasses fall off.”

Who knew,

Mr. Ito reached out, touching the surface of the camera, stopping its words.

“You’ve been watching for a full ten minutes, which might have delayed your work.

This comic isn’t finalized yet, I’ll send you the whole piece later, but for now, focus on surveillance, don’t miss anything important.

Especially monitor ‘that one’s’ state closely, even if the probability is small, it’s crucial to ensure things are under control there at all times.”

“Huh?! I can’t believe I’ve been watching for ten minutes, that’s bad!”

The camera quickly returned to its original position in the corner of the wall, its black body seeping back into the prison, heading towards the prison’s lower levels at maximum speed,

these lower levels exceeded Teacher Guo’s cell, the sealed area of the Prison Director’s limbs, and even the Moon God’s chamber.

Descending without stopping,

until it heard a sort of laughter, feeling a manic madness.

A special psychiatric hospital was set up here,

observation continued to infiltrate, connecting to the camera in a particular ward.

An entity that even made the camera uneasy was tightly restrained here.

It only needs to capture a single frame of the image to confirm this person’s restrained state, as prolonged observation leads to containment failure.

Unlike the Moon God’s imprisonment,

this deity’s state is of a complete, permanent [sealing], the entire lower region, the entire psychiatric hospital is listed as a zone of the highest danger.

…

[Ten minutes of surveillance failure]

The penetration operation fully commenced.

On Luo Di’s way to meet the Moon God,

“Wu” was also feeding on the other people who had transformed into beasts, including Mr. Question Mark, Maximus, and Hunter.

As for the Overlord, since it does not belong to the Prison Director’s system and is not good at disguise, lurking would increase the risk of exposure, it therefore remained in the Hunting Ground.

Click!

A door with a Question Mark structure opened within.

The door was pushed open,

the trio crossed from Wu Wen’s body into the depths of the prison, where various types of containment cells were located. They were once used to hold Death Row Inmates and followers.

“This way.”

The purpose of the Question Mark was clear, they came here to find a specific person, a particularly important character, who could connect subsequent plans.

The three quickly stood in front of a completely sealed cell door.

Mr. Question Mark, though having prepared the universal key of the Question Mark structure in advance, retracted it right before inserting it into the lock.

“Teacher Ma, you do it.”

Maximus stepped forward, through battles with beasts and conceptual death, he touched upon a deeper essence.

As he reached out to push the door,

just as his hand was about to touch,

the specially designed sealed lock by the Prison Director coincidentally malfunctioned on that day, and the door creaked open due to structural damage.

Even the relevant alarm system malfunctioned at that exact time.

The cell door opened.

The interior scene stunned everyone, even Mr. Question Mark showed a surprised expression, as he hadn’t predicted this scene.

The smell of sweat fermented in the air.

An old man with white hair, bound in shackles, was doing push-ups inside the cell.

His muscles were as if chiseled by a knife, with muscle lines displaying a perfect spiral structure.

Even with the cell door open, he didn’t stop, continuing to count aloud:

“99992…”

Only stopping when reaching a set of one hundred thousand.

He didn’t need anyone to step forward to unlock him, using sheer strength, the chains that could seal abilities were torn apart, the shroud on him no longer a restraint.

“Let’s go.”

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