People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Pope stood in the lobby on the first floor, staring down at the pool of blood at his feet. After a long while, he looked up and spoke, "I really don't know what to say to you!"

"I tried to give you respect, but you can't even respect yourselves!"

"In that case, from now on, the next 48 hours will be a Level 1 confinement period. No showering, no eating, and no visits are allowed."

"I sincerely hope you learn from this and learn to get along well; otherwise, next time it will be a week, and the time after that it will be a month."

Popper spoke with utmost seriousness.

As Ding Ze lay in bed watching, he couldn't help but feel that the scene was somewhat familiar.

I thought about it.

Ding dong.

He thought back to his school days, when teachers would reprimand unruly students who only knew how to play around...

Same tune with the same effect.

pity.

Such mild and ineffective verbal admonitions have very limited effect.

This is not.

Looking at those prisoners, how many of them seemed to care?

Lesson learned.

Pope is gone.

Immediately afterwards, Berwick ordered his prison guards to clean up the blood on the ground and then evacuate from Area A.

From this point onward, for the next forty-eight hours, unless there are special circumstances, no prison guards will enter Area A.

The prisoners in Block A prison have entered a period of unattended management.

then.

Ding Ze sat up, took out a cigarette, and lit one.

Smoking in prison is normally against the rules.

Now, of course, there's no problem.

Ding Ze exhaled a long puff of smoke and looked at Michael, who was still slumped against the wall, his body trembling slightly, looking completely distracted.

“It’s not what you imagined, is it?” After a slight hesitation, Ding Ze spoke calmly, then asked, “Want a cigarette?”

Michael heard this, looked up, and stared at Ding Ze.

The blood on Ding Ze's hands and body came very conspicuously into Michael's view.

Michael hadn't witnessed Ding Ze releasing the animals, but he immediately guessed what the blood was all about. His expression became even more complicated and gloomy.

A few seconds later.

Michael looked away without saying a word.

At this time.

Bagwell's ghostly howl echoed from the first floor, "Scowfield, you're a dead man, you know that? I'll cut you into pieces, I'll make you..."

I implore you all, please don't let books "grow" (i.e., wait for a certain number of readers to read them). Right now, I only check the 24-hour readership data on Qidian (a Chinese online literature platform), nothing else. If the readership data isn't enough, the book will die. o(╥﹏╥)o

Chapter 18 Sucre, put your hat on.

Bagwell kept shouting.

Michael ignored him and sat there absentmindedly, grinding screws on the ground.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, got out of bed, washed the blood off his hands, changed his clothes, and then started washing clothes.

After washing, I walked to the prison gate.

Bagwell is still yelling, and it's getting a bit annoying.

Ding Ze wanted to test the paralyzing effect of the Gu worms on Bagwell, and also to put an end to this annoying nagging.

Unfortunately, Bagwell's prison was right beneath his feet, which numbed him, preventing him from observing and thus preventing him from achieving the results he desired.

That's a pity.

Ding Ze silently recited, shifting his gaze to a white prisoner in a cell diagonally opposite, who was lying on a bed, shifting back and forth, seemingly doing something.

'You're the one!'

With a thought to himself, Ding Ze decisively summoned the paralyzing Gu worms. Then, he focused intently on controlling the paralyzing Gu worms to slowly move from the corner toward the target.

About seven or eight minutes later.

The paralyzing worm successfully burrowed into the white prisoner's body and released toxins.

In no time.

Ding Ze then clearly saw that the white prisoner suddenly stopped moving.

'Now we'll see when you can react again,' Ding Ze thought, controlling the paralyzing Gu worm to slowly return.

Time passes quickly.

Before we knew it, almost an hour and a half had passed.

Ding Ze smoked several cigarettes in a row, and he was getting impatient while waiting.

Sudden.

The white prisoner sprang to his feet as if he'd risen from the dead. Then, pale-faced and terrified, he yelled at his cellmate, "What the hell?! What just happened? Why the hell am I suddenly a vegetable, unable to move at all?"

"??????" My roommate was confused and didn't understand. "What are you talking about?"

The white prisoner raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his face, calmed down a bit, and began to explain in detail.

Ding Ze pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

After listening.

Not only did the experimental results come out, but he also learned about the detailed experience along the way.

After the paralyzing worm releases its toxins, the person affected will be instantly unable to move any organ except their eyes. They will remain conscious, clearly aware that they have become a 'vegetative state' and can sense their surroundings...

This state lasts for about an hour and a half, and once the time is up, without any warning, the 'vegetative state' will end.

'Perfect!!!'

Ding Ze laughed, exhaled a puff of smoke, and without hesitation, tried to start the second stage of the experiment, that is, to see if the paralyzing Gu worms could be mobilized again.

The result was somewhat disappointing, but not entirely unexpected.

[Due to excessive toxin release, the patient is currently weak and is expected to recover in another ten and a half hours.]

Faced with this result.

Ding Ze didn't pay much attention.

In his view, this was not a problem at all.

At worst, when the day comes, he can first injure Abruzzi to the point where he needs to spend the night in the infirmary, and then turn himself into a 'vegetative state'.

This is not a problem at all.

As long as he doesn't get beaten up, that's fine.

Ding Ze was satisfied. He stopped paying attention to the prisoner, turned around, brushed his teeth by the pool, and went to bed.

-

More than an hour passed.

Michael had recovered somewhat and calmed down a lot. Although he was still quite frightened, his attention was now mostly focused on grinding the screws.

Another half hour passed.

After grinding the screws down to almost the point of completion, Michael picked one up and carefully compared it with an icon from a tattoo on his arm. Then, he continued grinding, making minor adjustments little by little.

Not long after.

Fine-tuning complete.

Having confirmed that the front end of the screw perfectly matched the icon in the tattoo, Michael really didn't want to stay in this prison any longer. He just wanted to finish the mission as soon as possible and leave. He immediately got up, walked to the toilet without delay, squatted down, inserted the screw in his hand into the screw hole that secured the toilet, and slowly turned it.

It didn't take too long.

The toilet is now separated from the wall, revealing the wall that was previously hidden by the toilet.

The wall was made up of two large, long stones. The joint was not secure. With a little effort, the joint could be hollowed out to loosen the two stones, and then it could be easily kicked down.

Michael smiled slightly, his tense nerves relaxing a little because of this fact, and his mood improved. He silently began to hollow out the seam with screws.

Because he didn't have to worry about Ding Ze reporting him, and because he was an engineer and knew a lot about the matter, Michael acted quickly.

In just over an hour, Michael had almost completely removed the seam, leaving only the innermost part untouched.

That part didn't affect anything, so Michael stopped and looked out of the cell.

At this time, although it was still a bit noisy outside, the noise was not very loud.