Please ask the dream.

Chapter 10: I'm a little scared by your respect

Although he had the muscle memory left by his previous incarnation, Feng Xue still couldn't complete a series of steps such as getting up, washing, and going to the toilet within five minutes like a real prisoner. What made him even more desperate was that his previous incarnation seemed to be a little constipated...

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

Just when he was prepared to go without food in the morning and even endure punishment, he found a prison guard standing at the door of his cell.

There was no trace of ferocity or mockery on the other person's face. Instead, he waited there with a respectful look. In the eyes of Feng Xue who was a little puzzled, he opened the cell door. Before Feng Xue could speak, the prison guard said in an apologetic tone:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, you know, this is the rule."

"Uh..." Feng Xue was slightly stunned by this attitude and didn't know what to say for a moment, but the prison guard seemed to think that Feng Xue agreed, and immediately took out a small remote control. As the button was pressed, the four wristbands on Feng Xue's wrists and ankles suddenly made a slight buzzing sound, and a faint force pulled, and a sense of restraint came over him.

Feng Xue tried to raise his hands and found that when the distance between his hands exceeded a certain distance, he would feel a violent dragging sensation.

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

Feng Xue made a judgment in his mind, and seeing the prison guard asking him to follow her, he became more concerned.

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

Thinking of the bunch of master-level killing skills in the [Sports] column, Feng Xue began to doubt whether his predecessor was a world-class killer like Zhao Weike who was known by everyone in the world.

Following the prison guards to the restaurant, he found that most of the prisoners had finished breakfast and started to line up. Only a very few were still sitting at the table, chewing slowly and enjoying the food in front of them. The sharp-eyed Feng Xue noticed that among those who were sitting down to eat, there was one who happened to be the one living opposite him... um, in the opposite cell?
"So eating slowly is a privilege only for prisoners in solitary cells?" Feng Xue thought to himself. The prison guard who brought him here seemed to realize something and immediately said:

"Please wait."

"..." Feng Xue didn't know what the prison guard understood, but he still watched him walk towards the food counter, took a breakfast from the window in the corner and placed it on his table.

Although the breakfast was just a simple meal of pickled vegetables, white porridge, eggs and steamed buns, Feng Xue raised his head slightly and took a look. Then he found that as prisoners in the same single cell, most of the meals did not include eggs and pickled vegetables.

If it were just that, it would be fine, but Feng Xue could clearly feel that whether it was the prisoners in the single cells sitting not far from him or the ordinary prisoners waiting in line, they all seemed to be taking it for granted.

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

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

Feng Xue was a little nervous, but he quickly finished the breakfast in front of him.

Although this amount was a bit too much for him before he traveled through time, it did not seem to be a burden to this body.

After breakfast, Feng Xue and several other prisoners in the single cell lined up together, and then, under the guidance of the prison guard, came to a workshop. Just standing at the door, Feng Xue could see the rows of sewing machines, which were slightly different in shape from before the time travel, but their functions could be seen at a glance. "The legendary pedal sewing machine?" Feng Xue sighed inwardly. Although he roughly knew how to operate this thing, he was not the kind of player who was good at sewing. Generally speaking, prisoners would receive a period of skill training before labor reform, but unfortunately, his predecessor did not leave him such a memory.

However, when collecting the materials, Feng Xue once again discovered the preferential treatment she received.

The materials he had were probably only one-third of what the other prisoners had!

"Wow, wow! Who was his predecessor? Was the prison run by his family? Then will there be a joke like 'I left after three days because my father wanted me to'?"

Feng Xue took the materials in a daze, and imitating the movements of the prisoner at the next table, began to edge the thing that was probably a quilt cover. With the help of the sewing machine, he didn't end up sewing himself into the quilt, but his speed was still obviously much slower than that of others.

Fortunately, the materials I received were not much, so I was not behind schedule. Amid the "click" sound of the sewing machine, the morning passed quietly.

I don’t know if it’s because this body is in good condition, or if it’s simply because operating a sewing machine is a relatively easy job, but Feng Xue didn’t feel any discomfort throughout the morning. He even had the leisure to think about his golden finger.

Although he had gone through five nodes, he did not gain an additional memory with each node as he had imagined.

Up to now, the only memory he had about his previous life, apart from the two pieces of knowledge bought by Hua Yihui, was that he was an orphan abandoned on a snowy night and drew his teacher for the first time when he got a paintbrush in the orphanage. However, there was no corresponding impression in his memory of fighting with other children or encountering monsters while taking a nap.

For now, Feng Xue has two guesses about the golden finger:

First, the golden finger turned the memory of the predecessor into a pigeon. If this is the case, then the reason why the two nodes did not synchronize the memory is probably that the choice made by oneself is different from that of the predecessor.

The second is that it is similar to the type of novels about simulators of previous lives, where the simulation results will rewrite reality. If this is the case, then the reason why the two nodes are not synchronized to the memory is that they themselves 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 the data is very strange... No, maybe there is another possibility!"

Feng Xue's thoughts gradually became clear. If he regarded the "Orphans on a Snowy Night" node as something that was bound to happen, it would be understandable!
After all, if the Orphan of the Snowy Night had not passed the level, his predecessor would have frozen to death in the snowy night, and then nothing that happened afterwards would have happened. In other words, even if this golden finger could really rewrite the past, some historical nodes that are closely related to the present cannot be changed.

If this is really the case, then this is the only thing that can be understood about synchronized memory!
But orphans on a snowy night need to survive, so why can painting be synchronized as well?
When Feng Xue thought of this, he couldn't help but recall what was mentioned in that painting node - the teacher's expression was a little strange.

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

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

"It's okay to go to jail for drawing a portrait..."

(End of this chapter)