Beginning the Prison Break
Clearly, the fighters in this cell were all light sleepers.
The slightest noise was enough to wake up the remaining four fighters, including Lu Bai.
As professional deathmatchers, they could tell at a glance that the burly man, Chew Bone, was indeed dead.
The sudden appearance of a dead body put everyone on alert, and they began to scrutinize the reactions of others with a critical eye.
For a moment, the cell fell into a deathly silence, as if even breathing had slowed down.
Lu Bai's gaze swept over the remaining three people, but they all seemed normal, and he couldn't discern anything amiss.
The collector, who had been leaning against the wall, remained silent for a moment, then stood up and walked to the edge of the communal sleeping area to check on the deceased.
"There were obvious pinch marks on his jaw, and very obvious bleeding and bruising on his right cheek."
Seeing the collectors handling the corpse, the fanatics on the other side couldn't resist moving closer to the Chew Bone body.
"There were no signs of resistance; it seems the perpetrator acted swiftly."
One hand holds the top of the head for stability, while the other hand covers the mouth to prevent sound, and at the same time, forcefully twists the neck to break.
Those who can become Formal Deathmatch Participant are basically top-tier assassins, so they are well aware of this.
Given the fragility of the human body, as long as the action is swift enough, the hand that is holding the object in place doesn't actually need to use too much force.
However, judging from the traces of Chew Bone, the perpetrator used considerable force with both hands.
Either the perpetrator was too nervous, or...
"Perhaps it's because they harbor considerable hatred towards the Chew Bone?"
As the fanatic spoke, he slowly raised his head and fixed his gaze on the murderer who was also sleeping on the communal bed.
"What do you mean? You suspect I'm the murderer?"
The murderer frowned, and the nasolabial folds on his face deepened.
But he didn't show too much panic, nor did he say anything that would anger them.
He merely glanced over at the corpse of the Chew Bone, then quickly found a point to refute. "I'm not left-handed."
However, the fanatic disagreed. "Switching the point of force wouldn't be difficult for us."
The problem is that everyone here is an expert, and it's impossible for them to leave any clues that could identify them.
Even if clues are left behind, it is difficult to determine whether they are genuine clues or misleading clues deliberately left by the murderer.
Therefore, finding the murderer often relies heavily on intuition.
Lu Bai remained silent throughout and did not participate in their discussion.
To be honest, he didn't actually intend to distinguish which of the combatants present was Replicant.
I don't have the time or inclination to play Werewolf with these people.
Whether it's a real person or Replicant.
It made no difference to him.
Basically, anything that adds points should be eliminated.
The problem now is that they are in prison and are not free.
When it gets light and the Prison Guard discover that one of the Chew Bone is dead, that will be the real trouble.
Even if we were to take action, shouldn't we wait until after the prison break?
In short, regardless of who started this, he disliked it very much.
An innocent smile unconsciously appeared on his face as he said, "Regardless of who did it, shouldn't we first discuss how to deal with the Prison Guard?"
The fanatics and the collectors exchanged glances. Since they couldn't possibly take action based on a mere suspicion, this verbal sparring was going to go on forever.
It would be better to think about what to do next.
As the prime suspect, the murderer will naturally not be pursued relentlessly.
The three tacitly skipped over the fact that Chew Bone had died, even though Chew Bone body was still not completely cold.
That makes sense.
The fanatic nodded and added, "This can't be covered up any longer. We can't delay any longer. I suggest we break out by force after dawn."
I agree.
The murderer groped the Chew Bone of the corpse with a hint of disgust.
Don't get me wrong, he just wanted to find something useful from the Chew Bone.
After all, the white-level Ability Pool doesn't contain supernatural powers; it mostly contains skills that normal people can learn, like driving, or some commonly used items.
The collector took out his Handheld Electric Drill and placed it on the large communal bed.
"We don't even know when we'll be allowed to get some fresh air, so we can't just rush into it. Let's discuss a plan now..."
A little past six o'clock.
Footsteps echoed down the prison corridor, along with the piercing sound of a reveille.
Inside the cell, Lu Bai and the others, lying side by side on the communal bed, opened their eyes.
According to the normal procedure, after the wake-up call rings, the prison usually gives inmates half an hour to wash up and tidy up their belongings.
Then the prison doors were opened, the number of prisoners was counted, and then the prisoners were made to line up for breakfast.
This was exactly the moment that Lu Bai and his group had been waiting for.
Admittedly, their escape plan was rushed, to the point that they knew nothing about the general layout of the prison.
This is only because the Chew Bone happened too suddenly; otherwise, at the very least, there would have been a day to understand the basic situation.
Lu Bai and the others sat up from the communal sleeping area and waited quietly for the Prison Guard to open the door.
They weren't kept waiting long; the footsteps stopped outside the door, and judging from the voices, it seemed to be two Prison Guards.
As the key was inserted, the fanatic and the murderer exchanged glances and stood up.
Splash!
The cell door opened, and one Prison Guard immediately stepped into the cell, while the other Prison Guard stood guard outside.
He immediately noticed the Chew Bone, which the fanatics had arranged and placed in a sleeping position on its side.
"0068! Why are you still sleeping!?"
The Prison Guard immediately pulled out a rubber baton from his waist, cursing as he made a move to strike Chew Bone on the back.
During this time, he was completely unaware that the murderer had unknowingly moved behind him.
At the same time, the fanatic who was standing against the wall next to the cell door turned around and appeared at the doorway. He quickly covered the mouth of the Prison Guard at the door and then dragged him into the cell with a sudden force.
The two men acted almost simultaneously, and two crisp sounds of necks being snapped echoed in the cell.
After quickly killing two Prison Guards, the murderer and the fanatic did not stop.
He quickly stripped the Prison Guard's clothes off and put them on himself.
There were no pauses at all; it was as smooth as if it had been practiced countless times beforehand.
Once dressed, the fanatic was the first to walk out of his cell, looked around, and waved to the Prison Guard in the next cell.
"Hey you... yes, you, come help me out."
"What happened?"
The fanatic acted so confidently that the thin Prison Guard, though finding him somewhat unfamiliar, did not suspect anything.
As soon as the Prison Guard approached the cell door, the collector swiftly sprang out and launched a sneak attack.
With the help of the fanatics in the corridor, the ordinary Prison Guard had no chance to resist and was instantly killed and dragged into his cell.