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Chapter 95: An honor no other prison escapee has ever had! (Additional chapters for 500 monthly tickets!)
“Most of those detained in Area A are prisoners serving minor sentences ranging from one to three years. The crimes they have committed are mostly non-violent.”

"In Area B, the majority of people are white-collar criminals. They're the ones who commit crimes like corruption, financial fraud, and money laundering."

"D Block houses prisoners with mental disorders, so they are placed in a special independent ward."

"As for Block C, you know it's full of serious criminals serving sentences of over twenty years, like you..."

In the treatment room of the medical room.

Sandy turned her back to the man who was still lying on the hospital bed and explained to him in a relaxed tone.

At this moment, she had one foot on the hospital bed, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles on her stockings. At the same time, she raised her hand and threw the wet wipes used to wipe the sheets on the bed into the trash can.

Rorschach leaned against the headboard, flicked the ash from his cigarette, and asked thoughtfully, "In other words, in this prison building we're in, both wards are filled with serious criminals and mentally ill criminals?"

"Yeah, Area A and Area B are in another building, so there are only Area C and your Area D cells here. So."

She turned to look at Rorschach, her brows furrowed tightly. "What on earth are you planning?"

Rorschach exhaled a puff of smoke. "I think you know very well that I plan to escape from prison tonight."

Upon hearing this, Sandy's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Ever since she was dragged into the utility room by the other party yesterday afternoon, she felt like she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Her body seemed to have betrayed her reason, and she had completely become his captive...

Sandy turned around and held Rorschach's hand, as if eager to prove something. She said in a tangled voice, "I hope you know that I'm willing to help you, not because I... I... I like you so much, but purely because I think you are a..."

The words got stuck in my throat. To say "like" was too ridiculous, but to say "scared" was too honest.

Because he's a good man?

I'm afraid the other party himself doesn't believe this.

Rorschach stroked her back with his palm, feeling the subtle trembling beneath the fabric.

The effect of [**Control Technique] was even stronger than he had imagined.

He stroked her spine with his thumb and whispered soothingly, "Don't worry, I won't misunderstand your thoughts, and I can assure you that many years from now, you will never regret your decision tonight."

Sandy's breathing suddenly became rapid.

That hand seemed to carry an electric current, causing her body, which had just calmed down, to become restless again.

She bit her lower lip, trying to fight the ridiculous urge.

How could this happen... This has already happened... several times...

Just as she was filled with doubts, the man beside her asked again, "I understand the situation in Area C. It originally held 800 prisoners, but now there are probably only around 700 left. But what about Area D?"

Sandy's breathing quickened as she murmured, "About... a hundred people, right? Mentally ill criminals are the least numerous in prison anyway."

The corner of Rorschach's mouth twitched slightly, and he cursed inwardly.

There are about 800 people in total!
He had thought it would be a grand trial feast!
You have to know that the standard used by the [Eye of Judgment] to judge a criminal is that the other party must have blood on his hands, but a considerable number of these guys in Area C have not committed the serious crime of murder.

Although there are many people like John or Lucas who are already dead, who have many lives on their hands, there are also people like Michael who only committed robbery and were sentenced to heavy sentences only because of the huge amount of money.

This kind of criminal is not within the scope of judgment of the Eye of Judgment.

All in all, he felt that the [Eye of Judgment] was too merciful!
As for those mentally ill people in District D?

They are all murderers.

As for whether there will be any psychological burden? Ha!

In Rorschach's view, killing is killing, except for revenge. Why can you escape the judgment you deserve just because you are sick?
Mental illness? !

That's just a coward's fig leaf.

However, with such a large wave of additions, although it is not enough to upgrade the already upgraded skills to another level, it should be enough to upgrade many specializations.

While he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt something strange in his body and looked down.
"Wat-fuck?"

Rorschach immediately grabbed Sandy. The woman's cheeks were flushed, as if she had taken medicine.

He wiped the other person's lips clean and sighed helplessly.

【Desire Control】This skill should be avoided as much as possible in the future.

"listen"

He straightened Sandy's shoulders and instructed, "You need to leave the medical room early around eleven o'clock tonight. Got it? Meet me near the parking lot on the road."

Hearing the conversation turn to serious matters, Sandy managed to regain some of her sanity. "Even if you get out, where can you go? Europe? Africa?"

"Hahaha"

Rorschach suddenly chuckled.

She stared into the woman's brown pupils and said word by word, "I will fight back!"

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Half an hour later, Rorschach still couldn't resist Sandy's nagging and continued exercising with her for a while longer.

It was clear that a day ago, he had only had a slight fondness for this woman, but after those few close contacts, although she still maintained a reserved attitude on the surface, secretly, she had become someone who was willing to take risks for him.

Like a .
Okay, maybe it's not quite right to say this, but Rorschach could truly feel the powerful force of this skill.

On the way, he accurately calculated the adjustment range of each monitoring and the time interval for triggering the early warning. He hurried to the boiler room and took a quick look.

After confirming that his arrangements were foolproof, Rorschach calculated the timing and started the timing device on the valve of the tank of liquid nitrogen.

Soon, he returned to the prison.

Many prisoners who were having fun on the first floor saw Rorschach and quickly moved away as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, automatically making way for him.

At noon, three more bodies were found in the shower room. Everyone in the prison knew that it was Rorschach who did it, but strangely, the prison guards just dragged the bodies away, and Rorschach was not punished at all.

Not to mention a severe beating, he wasn't even allowed into the most basic confinement room.

This kind of "privilege" is more horrifying than violence.

When they returned to the cell, John was chatting with Michael. The Italian guy had a smile on his face, while Michael was sitting on the bed with a blank expression, not saying a word.

"Has the call been opened to the detention room?"

Rorschach asked Michael first after entering the room.

Michael nodded vigorously, but couldn't help lowering his voice. "I know you've taken care of the medical room, but what about the backup power supply? That's four independent systems."

"Don't worry, just remember the pipeline route." Rorschach pointed at Michael and said seriously, "If you take the wrong route during the operation, that would be fatal!"

Michael also nodded very seriously. As the planner of the plan, he knew better than anyone that this plan could not tolerate any mistakes.

At this time, John, who had been silent all this time, smiled and said, "I've opened the canteen's steam trap. No high-temperature steam will be discharged into the pipes before work starts tomorrow morning."

Then, the Italian suddenly clenched his fists and asked nervously, "Michael, Rorschach is here now. Tell me the truth, what are our chances of success?"

Michael's eyes turned to Rorschach.

Only after the other party nodded did he begin counting on his fingers, bending one finger for each sentence he said:
"The pipeline route couldn't be wrong. We had to avoid the guards' patrol hours, quickly replace the pipeline in the medical room, and quickly crawl out of the thousand-meter pipeline. At the same time, we had to cut off all four power sources at the same time. If any of these steps went wrong, we'd either be scalded to death by steam, stuck in the pipeline, starved to death, or shot to death by the hundreds of guards armed with automatic rifles outside..."

The cell fell into deathly silence, with only a faint hum coming from the ventilation duct.

Michael suddenly laughed. "There's a 95% chance we'll be finished."

"What about the other 5%?" John's voice trembled.

Michael turned his head to look at Rorschach, his eyes flashing with enthusiasm: "Gaining experience and honors unprecedented in the history of prison escapes!"

John was stunned, and a trace of regret suddenly surged in his heart.

But at this moment, Rorschach's frantic voice rang out: "Then we'll choose this 5%!!!"

(End of this chapter)