I am in the last days, I can connect to reality

Qin Zhong suddenly woke up, and before the memories in his mind could even connect, he instinctively turned over and sat up, entering a combat state. He subconsciously clenched his fists and looked around.

Two seconds later, after confirming that there was no danger, he slowly relaxed, but the situation before him did make him a little confused!

At this time, Qin Zhong found that he was no longer outside the Nangang Wharf, but in a small space of less than ten square meters. The light was dim and there were solid gray stone walls on all sides.

Qin Zhong hesitated for a moment and patted the stone wall with his hand. There was indeed a dull echo, and it seemed that it was indeed a solid stone wall.

Then I looked at myself and found myself sitting on a cold, hard single iron bed. The bed was covered with thin wooden boards and a plain gray sheet. At the head of the bed was a patched and worn quilt.

In the opposite corner, there is a simple and dirty washbasin and toilet, which looks like no one has used it for a long time.

"Holy shit! This is... a prison!"

Seeing this, why didn't Qin Zhong understand where this was? This was clearly a prison cell, exactly the same as the cells he saw in the Zhoupu Prison gathering point.

Could it be that I traveled back to Zhoupu Prison?

Just as Qin Zhong was looking at everything in front of him in confusion, a beam of faint blue light fell from the sky above his head. Qin Zhong looked up and saw a very small skylight above his head. The scene outside the skylight was blurry, as if shrouded in a cloud of white mist and could not be seen clearly.

To the left of Qin Zhong was not a wall, but an iron gate with iron bars. However, the iron gate seemed to be locked at this moment. Even though Qin Zhong did not see the iron lock, the iron gate seemed to have been welded and could not be pushed open at all.

Qin Zhong subconsciously launched a berserk attack, trying to smash the iron door, but the next moment, he found that the berserk attack could not be launched at all, as if he had never comprehended this super power.

To his surprise, Qin Zhong discovered that he couldn't even take out the Tang sword, and even the space ring on his little finger had lost its function, becoming just like an ordinary ring.

Only then did Qin Zhong realize that he seemed to have become an ordinary person here, an ordinary person without super powers and without an extremely sharp Tang sword.

"Bang!"

Just when Qin Zhong was puzzled, suddenly, a short and rough sound came from outside the prison. Qin Zhong looked out along the iron door of the cell.

Outside was a quiet and deep U-shaped passage, with prison cells on both sides similar to the one Qin Zhong was in. The sound just now came from a single cell directly opposite Qin Zhong's cell, where there was also a person imprisoned.

This person seemed to have just woken up. He must have discovered something unusual when he woke up, and in fear, he fell off the bed with a loud noise.

This is a man in his thirties, not tall, about 1.7 meters. He is wearing a white coat, has black curly hair, and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks gentle and refined.

At this moment, the man fell down under the bed, looking around with a look of horror, as if he was doubting his life.

"Hey!" Qin Zhong shouted towards the opposite side, and his slightly hoarse voice echoed in the empty prison.

The man in the cell opposite seemed startled when he heard Qin Zhong's voice, but then he stood up excitedly, walked to the iron bars, and held them with both hands: "Ah, there are others, great! I thought I was the only one."

As he spoke, the man stared at the railings of the iron gate, as if he wanted to pull the railings open with his eyes. Qin Zhong was puzzled and didn't know what he was doing.

"Strange!" The man stared at the railing for a while and made a puzzled sound. He rubbed his sore eyes, clenched his fist and punched the railing.

There was a loud "bang" and the man clenched his fists and slowly squatted down. Tears welled up in his eyes, leaving Qin Zhong speechless.

Then, Qin Zhong heard the man muttering to himself in confusion, "How could this be? This seems to be a real iron railing, but why is my telekinesis useless?"

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"Don't bother. It seems none of us have super powers here."

Before Qin Zhong could tell his discovery, he heard a female voice coming from the prison row where Qin Zhong was standing. The voice was like the chirping of an oriole, ethereal and clear, like the echo in a valley, pure and transparent.

Qin Zhong looked to the left in front of the iron railing and saw a figure. However, compared with the pleasant voice, the appearance of this woman really surprised Qin Zhong.

The woman was overweight, about twenty years old, with a chubby, square face and fair skin dotted with acne. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail, with a few strands of hair sticking to her forehead, making her look a bit disheveled.

She was wearing a loose red hooded sweatshirt that was covered in stains. It looked like the woman had just experienced a battle. At this moment, she was standing at the door of her own prison cell, looking over here.

"Hey, hello everyone!"

At this moment, another somewhat frivolous male voice came over: "Great, I thought I was the only one locked up here, it seems that this place is quite lively!"

Qin Zhong looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a burly man in a vest appearing in the iron gate of a prison diagonally opposite. There was a dragon painted on his exposed right arm.

The hair was dyed a bright red, combed into clumps and stood upright on the top of the head, and the sides of the hair were shaved very short, creating an asymmetrical effect, adding a sense of personality and rebellion.

"Who are you all?"

At this time, a sound came from another single cell. Qin Zhong looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, thin woman appear at the door of the single cell to his right.

The woman was about twenty years old and was wearing a slim black tights. There were no extra decorations on the clothes, but every cut seemed to be exceptionally well-fitting, perfectly outlining her graceful figure.

The woman's long hair was neatly tied behind her head, revealing a delicate face. Her skin was as white as snow, her facial features were delicate, there was a hint of coldness between her eyebrows, her eyes were clear and firm, and her lips were slightly pursed, making her look particularly serious.

"I'm Qin Zhong, who are you all?"

Seeing this woman, although her voice was cold, her appearance, well, was indeed much prettier than the fat woman on his left.

"I'm Chujiu, hello everyone!" The curly-haired man in a white coat opposite Qin Zhong introduced himself.

Qin Zhong turned his attention to the avant-garde-dressed man sitting across from him and asked, "What about you?"

"Gu Tong!" The man shrugged and looked at the woman in black tights opposite him. He said with a smile, "Little sister, how old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? What do you think of your brother?"

The woman glanced at him and said in a cold voice, "If you were outside, you'd be dead just for what you said!"

"Alright! We don't even know where we are right now, so we still have to figure out how to survive. My name is Li Xiaoxiao, Muzi Li, meaning "xiao" (meaning "cool and unrestrained").

At this moment, the woman with a voice as sweet as a nightingale began to persuade, saying that if one only listened to her voice, one would think that she was a naturally beautiful woman, but her actual image was completely different from that of a stiff woman.