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Chapter 96 Then, it’s time to use my method! (Seeking monthly ticket)
There are no clocks or hourglasses in the prison. The prisoners can only rely on the prison announcement at 7 o'clock every night and the wake-up bell at 6 o'clock in the morning to tell time.

But this was not a problem at all for Rorschach and Michael.

Soon, a quick ring sounded over the radio, indicating that it was seven o'clock, the time for prison to be put back in, and all prisoners had to return to their cells.

John had already placed a substitute on the bed: a dummy stuffed with a flour bag and a quilt, and his most trusted men covered it.

The prison guards' night patrols have always been perfunctory. Most of the time, they just glance through the iron bars to confirm that the head count matches.

That is why they dared to carry out the operation at night.

After confirming that the prison guard had left, John pushed open the toilet and carefully climbed out of the hole.

In the cell, Rorschach was lying on the bed, his hands behind his head, his eyes closed, resting. It seemed that for him, tonight was just one of countless ordinary nights.

Michael was lying by the pool, his ear pressed against the wall, listening to something.

Seeing John come out, he raised his index finger to his lips and explained in a low voice: "The prison's water conservation system will activate a high-pressure flush every two hours. The sound of water flowing in the drain pipe will last for fifty-five seconds. Don't make a sound, I need this to keep time."

John's heart was suddenly shocked.

It was not until this moment that he truly realized that this jailbreak plan was not a rash action that the two men had come up with on the spur of the moment.

How many days have they been here?
But he could even clearly feel these details that no one noticed.

On the other side, Rorschach, lying on the bed, tapped the back of his head lightly with his fingers.

Unlike Michael, he relies on more purely "tactical heart rate control."

When he was resting, his pulse was steady at sixty beats per minute, and he counted every second.

In the cell, John was the only one with nothing to do. He didn't even dare to light a cigarette. He could only stick close to the wall next to the toilet and stare at the yellowed wall in front of him.

Time passed as the two of them counted silently, slowly, yet breathtakingly fast.

Medical room.

Sandy didn't turn to her favorite literary novel as usual.

She sat blankly in the chair, her eyes vacant. The screen of her mobile phone in front of her was lit, showing news about Rorschach.

This Chicago police officer's resume is extremely contradictory.

During his years as a police officer, complaints about his abuse of power and violent law enforcement have never stopped. However, at the same time, the homicide clearance rate he handled doubled, and the crime rate in his jurisdiction dropped drastically.

The most ironic thing is that even after the trial in which he was convicted, there was still a large number of people on social media cheering for him.

And those little guys who caused chaos at the court door even shouted to the camera before being detained that Rorschach was a framed hero!
Sandy was silent for a long time.

Perhaps, just as Rorschach said - it was never him who needed to be saved!

There is a saying in psychology that when you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you, and Sandy has gradually become convinced that she has already fallen into it.

She stood up, walked to the glass window, and used the reflection to tidy up her messy hair.

After taking a deep breath, she picked up the woman's bag on the table, hummed a country ballad softly, and walked out of the medical room with light steps.

And in the prison area.

The moment Sandy closed the door of the medical room, Rorschach suddenly opened his eyes and rolled over from the upper bunk to the ground.

At the same time, Michael also heard the clear sound of flushing from the pipe behind the wall.

The two exchanged glances and nodded imperceptibly.

John, who was huddled in the corner, was awakened by the noise and immediately lowered his voice and asked anxiously, "What's going on?! Is it time? Is it time yet?!"

"Yes, it's time to go." Michael bit his lower lip and nodded heavily.

John was overjoyed.

He had been on pins and needles for the past few hours, and now the time had finally come for action.

He nervously and excitedly moved the toilet away, revealing the dark hole at the back, and then turned to look at the two people behind him.

Rorschach had already lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and crushed the butt to the ground:

"Hope it doesn't rain tonight. I don't want to play 'The Shawshank Redemption'!"

"Hahaha"

Amidst suppressed laughter, the three men crawled into the hole in the wall in the order of Michael in the lead, John in the middle, and Rorschach at the rear.

Inside the cave is a cramped space only one meter wide, with crisscrossing rusty pipes winding like blood vessels.

The three of them moved forward sideways, hugging the wall closely. Each step they took followed precisely in the footsteps of their predecessors, without a moment's hesitation.

White steam spurted out from the gaps in the pipes from time to time. In the closed environment, after walking only a dozen meters, my whole body was soaked with sweat.

When they reached the corner, Michael suddenly clenched his fist to signal to stop.

There were footsteps coming from the iron bars above my head. Two prison guards were passing by, chatting and laughing.

After the footsteps faded away, Michael immediately took out the screwdriver that had been sharpened countless times and neatly unscrewed the screws of the maintenance cover on the water pipe.

"There's a dead end ahead, and we'll have to climb a pipe next."

He lowered his voice, "Go save my brother first, and then we'll go through the tunnel into the medical room together. Any problem, Rorschach?"

Rorschach at the end of the team just shook his head slightly.

Michael secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Rorschach would change his mind at the last minute and not want to waste time saving people.

A dozen seconds later, the three of them entered the ventilation duct one after another.

Although it was full of dust and garbage, the space was relatively spacious and the speed of travel was actually faster.

Coming to a three-way intersection, Michael pointed to the right without hesitation and accelerated forward.

The pipe led to the locked room where his brother Lincoln was imprisoned. Rorschach and John stopped and waited.

John's chest heaved violently, but he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

The physical energy consumed along the way is far beyond imagination. How far did we climb?

Two hundred meters? Five hundred meters?
He felt like a rat trapped in a maze.

His gaze turned to Rorschach standing beside him. Compared to him, Rorschach's expression did not change at all. He just narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was calculating.

Five minutes later, a rustling sound came from the right pipe.

Michael came out first, his prison uniform soaked with sweat.

Following closely behind him was a much more burly man with the same short hair and a very stiff expression.

"Michael? Is this the helper you mentioned?"

The man looked at Rorschach and John and forced a smile. "I'm Lincoln, Michael's brother. Thank you."

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Rorschach cut short the idiot's small talk with a ruthless growl.

He pointed to the middle pipe and lowered his voice to a whisper, "Now, crawl forward as fast as you can. We must reach the medical room within ten minutes."

Lincoln frowned and clenched his fists subconsciously.

Michael hurriedly stopped him, nodded heavily to Rorschach, and then took the lead and went into the pipe.

At the same time, he was secretly shocked.

It now appears that Rorschach had completely memorized the intricate layout of the pipes.

I only explained it to him once.
Lincoln glared at Rorschach fiercely and reluctantly followed his brother.

John, who witnessed this scene, was dumbfounded, and his heart was filled with shock at his brother Michael's courage and stupidity.

Has this idiot always been so brave?!

Even though I can't hear any news from the outside world in the solitary confinement room, I'm currently escaping from prison, and this guy actually looks like he's about to start an internal conflict?!
He cautiously glanced sideways at Rorschach, but Rorschach, who looked like the god of death in his eyes, remained expressionless, only moving his lips slightly, as if he was counting something silently.

When everyone finally climbed to the ventilation duct above the medical room, even Rorschach had beads of sweat on his forehead.

Michael's knees and palms were already bloody, and John was panting heavily.

He cautiously looked around, and after confirming that the medical room was empty, he jumped down first.

After all four of them landed, they had no time to rest. The three of them except Rorschach were pushing the medicine cabinet hard.

The steam pipe that reaches directly outside the prison walls is just above this medicine cabinet.

"Fake."

Michael cursed, his hands were already bloody and he had no strength left.

Lincoln signaled his brother to rest, and he and John continued to push the medicine cabinet.

While exerting his strength, the sturdy man occasionally glanced at Rorschach, who was standing behind the glass door, observing something.

"Hmm, do you have a cigarette, Rorschach?" Michael held out his hand tremblingly.

Rorschach threw a cigarette over without even turning his head.

Michael pinched it between his bloody fingers and took a deep breath, the nicotine temporarily relieving the pain.

"Are you sure there's a way to cut off the power, Rorschach? I'm not questioning you, but you know we're in a situation where we can't afford to make any mistakes."

"Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about your brother."

Rorschach's fingers tapped a rhythm on his arm. "This guy looks like a nuisance."

Michael smiled wryly and nodded.

He knew his brother's temper too well, and he knew even better the consequences of angering Rorschach.

At this moment, with a harsh friction sound, the medicine cabinet was finally moved away.

However, when the four of them looked up, their smiles froze instantly!

There is only new white paint on the wall, so where is the trace of the steam pipe?

"how come?!"

Michael's voice trembled. "Impossible! I've checked so much information, and this is clearly an abandoned steam pipe opening! There's no way it's not there!"

John and Lincoln had already collapsed on the ground, holding their heads in despair.

If there is no exit here, then aren't they in a desperate situation?

"How about we go back first?" John said nervously, "Before the guards find us, we can come back and think of a way..."

"late."

Rorschach's voice was eerily calm.

He turned slowly, his face expressionless. "I've pre-made a reaction device that will trigger a chain reaction. If nothing unexpected happens, it will explode in eight minutes, and this building will be reduced to rubble."

"In other words, if we can't escape within eight minutes, we'll be buried with this prison."

Everyone was struck by lightning, and they all looked at each other with wide eyes in disbelief.

At this moment, Michael finally understood why Rorschach was so sure he could cut off the power.
Because he didn't even need to cut off the power, he was going to blow the entire prison up!
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Rorschach stretched his neck and whispered:

"It seems that it's time to use my method."

(End of this chapter)