Sichuan Native

A familiar voice.

Someone was banging hard on the alloy gate, and a steel beast roared in the cell. Newcomers, welcome to Prison No. 18!

Qing Chen sat up from the hard plank bed, a smile playing on his lips.

He silently repeated in his mind, Newcomers, welcome to Prison No. 18.

For some reason, the moment he transmigrated back, Qing Chen truly felt the joy and excitement within him.

Here were people he knew, rules he was familiar with, and anticipation for the future.

It was as if he belonged in the Inner World, not the Outer World.

There were no past events here that he didn't want to recall, nor people he needed to worry about.

He only needed to move forward, and every direction was a new path.

He looked down at his arm and froze.

Return countdown: 160:20:09.

Subtracting his sleep time, this countdown was actually seven days!

This was too unexpected. Qing Chen had even gotten used to the 48-hour countdown, only for the rules to suddenly change.

Why?

What was the pattern?

It seemed the rules of transmigration still needed further exploration.

Qing Chen walked to the alloy gate, which opened in response, as if welcoming him precisely.

Seeing him, the prisoners in the corridor all bent their upper bodies slightly, greeting him with a bow.

Compared to the Outer World, this place felt more like his domain.

Qing Chen stood in the corridor and greeted Lu Guangyi from afar. The latter immediately understood.

After all the prisoners had lined up and gone downstairs, Lu Guangyi immediately began handling the new prisoners.

He knew this was Qing Chen's intention.

Although this would infuriate the other two factions and potentially lead to conflict any day now, he had entered Prison No. 18 precisely to pave the way for Qing Chen.

A pawn in front of the chariot must have the awareness of a pawn. A pawn that has crossed the river cannot retreat.

Success means life, failure means death. Glory must be earned with one's life.

At this moment, Li Shutong also tacitly approved of Lu Guangyi's actions. He seemed curious to see what Qing Chen intended to do.

Seven new prisoners had arrived today.

When Lu Guangyi apprehended the new prisoners, six of them seemed to be repeat offenders, choosing to surrender immediately.

Experienced prisoners knew it was best to endure. Resisting might make things worse.

However, when Lu Guangyi was apprehending the last new prisoner, that prisoner was constantly dodging.

But this prisoner had no mechanical limbs. With his ordinary human physique, how could he outrun those steel beasts?

Just as Lu Guangyi was about to catch him, the new prisoner became agitated, "Don't touch me! Why are you grabbing me, you damn thing!"

He kept dodging and cursing as he ran, "Don't mess with me! I'll slap you to death, you useless piece of..."

Qing Chen: "???"

That authentic Sichuan dialect stunned him. After all, there were no dialects in the Inner World; everyone spoke Mandarin!

Not only Qing Chen was stunned, but Lu Guangyi and the others were also bewildered, "What the hell is this guy saying? Can you guys understand him?"

They looked at each other, "We can sort of understand, but not completely."

When the whole world speaks with the same accent, dialects become so out of place and jarring...

Qing Chen quickly realized this guy was a Transmigrator!

Because Qing Chen himself spoke Mandarin, and Mandarin was relatively common in Luocheng, he hadn't realized before that dialects were the biggest hidden danger exposing the existence of the Outer World...

At this moment, Qing Chen could even imagine what kind of situation Transmigrators with regional accents would face.

But how could this guy, speaking with a Sichuan dialect, have transmigrated to Prison No. 18? According to the pattern Qing Chen and He Xiaoxiao had summarized before: only 19 cities nationwide had a dense appearance of Transmigrators, and it seemed that Transmigrators from the same region tended to transmigrate to similar locations. So, people from Luocheng should be the ones transmigrating to City No. 18.

Could their summarized pattern be wrong? Was the transmigration destination random?

No, there must be a special circumstance.

He glanced at Li Shutong and the other two below. The expressions of these three had clearly changed; they all looked solemn.

Qing Chen felt that as long as the other party wasn't foolish, they would definitely notice something from these successive changes.

It was only a matter of time before people in the Inner World learned about the Outer World, given the sheer number of Transmigrators!

Li Shutong looked at the commotion not far away and turned to Lin Xiaoxiao, "Go catch him and interrogate him thoroughly. Including Huang Jixian and Liu Dezhu from before, I think they might be from the same place."

"Understood," Lin Xiaoxiao said grimly.

A distinctive Sichuan dialect, which allowed Li Shutong to connect all the strange occurrences that had happened recently.

This time, he didn't just stand by and watch. He directly ordered Lin Xiaoxiao to act.

As soon as the words fell, the Sichuan native collapsed, falling into a nightmare.

Lin Xiaoxiao walked up to Lu Guangyi and said calmly, "Move aside, give him to me."

However, even facing someone like Lin Xiaoxiao, Lu Guangyi gritted his teeth and said, "Only when our boss speaks."

Saying that, Lu Guangyi turned to look at Qing Chen, who was still in the shadows of the third-floor corridor.

The prisoners were stunned. Wasn't Lu Guangyi the boss himself? How could there be another boss?

Only at this moment did the prisoners around Lu Guangyi understand that Qing Chen wasn't just a lucky young man who had coincidentally met Li Shutong.

The man himself was a true god.

His surname was Qing, and he was Lu Guangyi's boss!

Thinking of this, many prisoners who had once considered taking advantage of Qing Chen shivered on the spot.

Anyone living on the Eastern Continent of this Inner World could not ignore the Qing Clan, that colossal entity.

This was an era where everyone could only live under the shadow of the five major corporations.

When things were peaceful, people could indulge in pleasure.

But when they truly encountered such a behemoth, they would recall the fear of being dominated by a corporation in their lives.

No one could escape it.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Lu Guangyi and smiled, "You know my boss's identity and still dare to stand in the way? You've got some backbone, that's good."

Qing Chen didn't want Lu Guangyi to be in a difficult position, so he nodded, signaling to let them pass.

Lin Xiaoxiao pushed through the crowd, carrying the Sichuan native out with one hand.

Qing Chen saw the heavy alloy gate on the side of the prison slowly lift for Lin Xiaoxiao, and it slowly closed after he passed through.

It seemed that Li Shutong and the others could come and go freely within Prison No. 18!

But if they could come and go freely, why didn't they leave?

He slowly went downstairs and sat down opposite Li Shutong, "Where did Lin Xiaoxiao go?"

"Something unexpected happened," Li Shutong said slowly, hugging Big Cat. "Although I can't figure out what the accident is yet, it should be something beyond my imagination. In the past, if people of unknown identity appeared around me one after another, I would think someone had made a meticulous plan to get something from me. But this time, it seems different. The other party has no plan, and seems to have... no brain."

Qing Chen listened and remained silent for a long time.

It was at this moment that Qing Chen realized time was running out for him.

Setting aside the fellow townsman from Sichuan, just Liu Dezhu definitely wouldn't be able to withstand Lin Xiaoxiao's interrogation.

Firstly, Liu Dezhu was just a sheltered student with weak willpower.

Secondly, Lin Xiaoxiao possessed the mysterious nightmare ability, which could potentially make people reveal the truth without realizing it during an interrogation.

The exposure of the Outer World was inevitable, and it would happen soon.

But there was nothing he could do.

He had Canon's music score, but he knew very well that facing a decisive figure like Li Shutong, a single score couldn't change anything.

Qing Chen could only wait.

Thanks to "Buddha Tools Good Self" for becoming the Silver Grand Ally of this book. The boss is generous, and may the boss have boundless fortune and longevity.