Universe Infinite Canteen.

Chapter 725: Area 23 [Happy New Year’s Eve]

The appearance of Prison No. 444 is a huge old cardboard box. It uses the same khaki color as the old cardboard box. It is 10 kilometers long, 7 kilometers wide, and 5 kilometers high, floating quietly in the space.

The Cat's Paw landed in the dock above the prison. From a distance, it looked like a cat's paw scratching a cardboard shell.

In the previous conversation with Irene, Malu had learned that the warden of Prison No. 444, Yuwen, was an absolute cat lover and he had more than cats.

This is why there are many cat-related peripherals in the prison, and even the spaceship is in the shape of a cat's paw.

Juve himself, like 33, is a vampire, a long-lived race in the multiverse that can be ranked alongside werewolves. Juve has been in charge of Prison No. 444 for more than 300 years and is the absolute ruler of Prison No. 444.

Here, his words are more powerful than the laws of the major leagues.

Shortly after the spacecraft landed, the hatch opened and a team of prison guards were already waiting there. All the other prisoners were taken away by that team of guards, except Millipede, who was left behind.

Afterwards, he was taken into a small room alone, where he underwent a physical examination and disinfection. Then a man wearing glasses came in and asked about his basic situation.

Then Malu was taken to a machine that looked like the Da Vinci surgical robot. Two guards pressed his head on the machine. Then Malu felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck as if something metal had pierced into his cervical vertebrae.

"Okay, you have been injected with a micro-bomb with a positioning function. Unless you are participating in a fishing activity, as long as you leave the prison, the chip will automatically be detonated, and then your head will... bang!"

Malu raised his head and found that Jose had come to him again without him noticing, and was looking at him with malicious eyes.

"Your criminal record has been officially filed in Prison No. 444. From now on, you are a prisoner of this prison."

"Thank you. I was planning to stay here for a while." Malu stroked his neck, and the wound had already scabbed over.

"You won't be here for long," Jose sneered. "Your crime is sneaking into the prison and inciting rebellion. Your sentence is 999 trillion years. You will be imprisoned in this prison until you turn into a pile of dry bones."

"Really? My sentence is longer than the guy who destroyed a planet?"

Jose bent down and whispered in Malu's ear, "This is your punishment. I don't know why I disliked you the first time I saw you. You lack proper respect for me, this prison, and the great warden Juventus. I especially hate your nonchalant attitude.

"You should be scared, your legs shaking, and your head dizzy, but it doesn't matter, you won't be able to laugh anymore soon, I can guarantee you that."

"But is there really a difference between 999 years and 999 trillion years? I won't live to that time anyway." Malu asked humbly.

"Of course there is a difference. Prison No. 444 is divided into prison areas based on the length of their sentences. The further back in the prison area is, the longer the sentences of the prisoners are. 999 Trillion Years will definitely be assigned to Area 23, which is also the last area. Those imprisoned there are the worst of the worst and the most assholes of the assholes.

"If I were you, I would not close my eyes when I go to sleep tonight. Of course, there is a greater possibility that you will not even live to sleep. Promise me that you will not die so quickly, otherwise it will be too boring."

Jose patted Malu on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead and visit your new home."

After he finished speaking, Malu was hit on the back of his head by the butt of a rifle. When he opened his eyes again, he was being dragged by two prison guards to a big door.

There was a number 23 engraved on the door. The prison guard entered the security code on the terminal next to it and submitted an application for access. About half a minute later, the door slowly opened.

The two prison guards and the dozen or so Destroyer II machines nearby all looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. One of the prison guards pushed Malu's back and said, "Go in quickly."

"Uh, won't you take me to identify my cell?" "There are no fixed cells in Area 23. Just find an empty room for yourself." The guard seemed to not want to stay any longer. After saying this, he pushed him again.

"Hurry in!"

After hearing this, Malu had no choice but to walk into the door while being cautious.

However, contrary to his expectations, District 23 did not have the eerie and terrifying atmosphere he had imagined; it could even be described as peaceful.

After Malu entered the door, he found that all the prisoners he met along the way were neatly dressed, with their hair combed meticulously and their beards shaved cleanly. Some even had their eyebrows trimmed. If they were not wearing prison uniforms, they would look more like white-collar workers working in skyscrapers.

When they see the millipede, these people will respond with a warm smile and nod to greet him enthusiastically.

Malu continued walking forward and came to a hall where there were prisoners gathered in a circle, swaying their bodies and singing in unison, like a choir, with solemn expressions.

This scene made Malu look strange, and the group of prisoners who were singing also noticed him. One of them, a kind-looking old man in his sixties, put away the maracas in his hand and walked towards Malu, "New here?"

Millipede nodded.

"they are……"

"People who are deeply sinful," the old man sighed, "are bewitched by the devil and cannot control their bodies, so they commit one evil deed after another."

"So what are they doing now..."

"Through practice, you can drive away the demons in your heart and eliminate the toxins in your soul," the old man stared at Malu with his wrinkled eyes and said softly, "Since you have come here, it seems that you have done a lot of bad things. You can confess to me, child, and you will feel much better."

His pupils emitted a strange light, which made Malu's head a little dizzy. He subconsciously said, "I... have indeed done a lot of bad things."

"for example."

"I've loved throwing firecrackers into sewers since I was a kid. In fact, I've stuffed firecrackers into any hole in the neighborhood. I've even pulled my deskmate's ponytail and let the air out of the principal's Cadillac..."

The old man frowned. "Come to the point. Haven't you done anything worse?"

"Yes," Malu said, "and I lied all the time."

"Oh," the old man's brows relaxed a little, "Who have you cheated? Did you get in because of fraud?"

"No, I'm in for sedition."

"Sedition? How long is your sentence?"

"999 trillion years."

The old man gasped. What kind of murderer is this? He was sentenced to such a long time. You know, even if he destroyed a planet, he was only sentenced to 5 trillion years.

(End of this chapter)