Chapter 553 [Chapter of the Fatal Game] Three: A deeper loss of control, and an assassination hidden in the middle of the night

The female prisoner who attacked Chen Yan was taken away and never came back.

Chen Yan didn't know what happened, but he was aware of his dangerous situation.

He was not worried or scared by this, but was very excited. Even he himself did not fully understand this excitement.

The canteen is only busy three times a day. After working for a while before breakfast, lunch and dinner, the rest of the time can be used to rest.

During this period, Chen Yan learned that Klein was originally sentenced to 20 years in prison, but due to his good behavior after being imprisoned, he now only has 13 years left in prison.

Chen Yan thought to himself that based on this situation, Klein might be released from prison soon.

Chen Yan didn't think this was a normal phenomenon. This guy, Klein Just, obviously had someone helping him outside. Chen Yan recalled Raz's memory and thought of a man named Robert Just.

Small town police officer.

The Justus family has lived and operated in Yanan City for hundreds of years. With so many generations, they should have a complex network of relationships.

From this point of view, it is obviously not an accident that Klein himself became the police chief of Walker Street.

Chen Yan sighed in his heart, from this aspect, there is actually no difference between Klein Justus and Leonard Adams who just died.

During the whole day of communication, Chen Yan also discovered that Klein was more restrained than before. Although he had clearly understood the "true meaning of violence," Klein did not become more violent because of this, but seemed more gentle.

He is calmer, and his speech is not as sharp as when he was on Walker Street - he can even add food to the prisoner without saying a word when the prisoner smashes the dinner plate in front of him and asks for more food.

In the past, Klein had punched down anyone who dared to be so arrogant in front of him.

Chen Yan was not sure whether this was due to the prison's successful transformation or to Klein's own spiritual sublimation.

The uncle cook's name was Sam, and Chen Yan called him Uncle Sam. Interestingly, Chen Yan had some "chilling" feelings towards him.

Taking advantage of an opportunity to serve a plate, Chen Yan touched Uncle Sam's arm, and the resulting synaesthesia shocked him - in synaesthesia, Uncle Sam was a trained special forces soldier, or perhaps

He was a killer trained in military training, and the images produced by synaesthesia were filled with all kinds of unimaginable blood and violence. The tragic scenes Chen Yan had seen before seemed like child's play in comparison with such images.

Does Crane know Uncle Sam's identity?

Chen Yan tried to develop synesthesia with Klein, but this time it failed.

He realized that he could no longer control the onset of synesthesia well.

The situation has become different from when it was underground——

Underground, because the intensity of his inspiration reached a threshold, he lost part of his control over his synaesthesia. Although he could still control synaesthesia to a certain extent, synaesthesia would still be out of control frequently and occur irregularly.

When synesthesia is out of control, the target is not fixed.

At that time, he was still able to control synesthesia to a certain extent.

It was also at that time that he gained the ability to "feel".

Unlike synaesthesia, this "feeling" ability does not require direct contact with the object, but is just an inner perception.

After killing Leonard Adams, his abilities took on a new dimension.

What he was sure of was that his "feeling" became clearer than before.

But it seems that due to the delay in promotion, the ability of synaesthesia has become more difficult to control than before - this time the situation is worse than before, because Chen Yan felt "weak" when awakening synaesthesia, which was not the case before.

He knew in his heart that this meant that his synesthesia was further out of control.

'What will I become if I remain in a state where the intensity of inspiration reaches the maximum threshold...'

Chen Yan's question was answered before going to bed at night.

After the lights were turned off again that night, three snores and two teeth grinding sounds soon sounded in cell No. 010.

Chen Yan was lying on the bed, looking at the bed board on the upper bunk without blinking.

Since coming back from the underground, the world in front of him has always been torn apart. This strange scene did not arouse his curiosity. It seems that because he has not been promoted, the black gaps between the fragments of the divided world in front of him are larger than before.

.

Chen Yan carefully observed the gaps and faintly heard the call coming from the black gaps.

The sound was so pleasant that even though he couldn't understand it at all, just hearing the syllables made Chen Yan yearn for it.

He stretched out his hand and was about to touch those black gaps in a daze.

"Hello."

A clear deep male voice pulled him back.

He looked to his side. Klein had already sat up cross-legged without knowing when, leaning against the wall, staring at him without saying a word.

Chen Yan blinked, and when his eyelids closed and opened again, Klein was lying on the bed again, covered with a quilt, shouting loudly.

Chen Yan blinked again.

After opening his eyelids this time, the person sitting on Klein's bed turned into a gargoyle on Klein's upper bunk.

"Boy, why are you still up so late?"

Gargoyle was originally bald, but after being imprisoned, his hair had grown out and was trimmed by the prison barber into super short hair like everyone else.

The gargoyle's face does not have the characteristics of the native Ruk people in the empire. He has a hooked nose like an ordinary Goliath, but he does not have the snow-white skin of a Goliath. He seems to be a tribe from other states in the empire.

Descendants.

"Boy, what's wrong with your eyes?"

The gargoyle said to himself:

"Actually, I don't care about your eyes. Who doesn't have a little secret? For example, Frank on your upper bunk does the dirtiest and most tiring job in the prison - cleaning all the bathrooms in the prison. Oh, damn it.

, just talking about it makes me feel sick.”

"He just wanted to open up a way to escape outside. It's really not easy, isn't it?"

Chen Yan asked:

"Is he going to escape from prison?"

The gargoyle laughed:

"Yes, poor Frank, he was imprisoned because he killed his wife and his wife's lover. The lover's family was very wealthy in the uptown area and he had many connections. Frank's sentence was increased from thirty years to

For life, ha!”

Chen Yan was extremely curious.

The gargoyle seemed to have seen his curiosity and explained nonchalantly:

"Frank has lived in this damn place for ten years. He works diligently day after day and treats everyone he sees just so he can get out early."

"But just last year - this must be because someone outside wanted to torture him - in the ninth year when his sentence was commuted to fifteen years for good behavior, he still had six years to go - I don't know which day it was.

, a prisoner died inexplicably in front of him.

And when the prison guards arrived, he had a bloody knife in his hand!"

"No one knows what happened at that time, not even Frank himself!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, using human life to frame someone is really a very ruthless method. Not even ordinary gangsters are capable of doing it."

"The key is that the prisoner who died was only imprisoned for theft. The amount of theft was not large, and the sentence was not long, only two years in prison."

"Everyone is thinking that if we kill this kind of person, Frank will never be able to leave the house in his life."

"It turned out to be true. Frank's sentence was extended to life, and he will have to stay in this damn place for the rest of his life."

“That’s when Frank started digging outside.

He found a road leading to the sewage pipe in a bathroom on the bottom floor of the prison. But according to what he learned, the bathroom was still more than 10 meters away from the road by an earthen wall, and the last part was separated by bricks and stones.

Plastic board.

This means that if he wants to enter the sewage pipe, he not only has to dig out 10 meters of soil first, but also has to find a way to break through the concrete masonry and cut the plastic board."

"It's so fucking hard...it's almost impossible!"

"But Frank still decided to do it. Hey, he is such a cruel person!"

Chen Yan did not ask why the gargoyle knew this. His thinking became very unconventional:

"What did he do after he got out?"

Gargoyle said:

"Before he came in, his original identity was very glamorous. He was the product manager of financial products for a company in Shangcheng District, Yanan City. But if he escapes from prison, he will definitely not be able to return to his old job. Besides, so many years have passed.

Financial technology has long been different from what it is now, and he has fallen behind."

"I estimate that he might go to Xiacheng District to live with the new immigrant gangsters, find a gangster workshop, and join in. At least he can earn back his living expenses."

"Otherwise, you can enter Smokey Lake and become a pirate. Hey, poor Frank, look at his big belly and his physique. I'm afraid he will be fed fish by pirates if he enters Smokey Lake!"

Chen Yan continued to ask:

"Where is that bathroom?"

Gargoyle said:
To be continued...