"Is this your escape route, Scott?"
Su Ming stepped forward and pushed Harley aside, not letting her continue corrupting Scott's thoughts. What a pure New God—he didn't even know what cucumbers were for?
A cucumber, known in Latin as Cucumis sativus Linn, was an annual creeping or climbing herb of the gourd family, also called a garden cucumber or green cucumber.
It could be used in cooking, sliced up for facial beauty treatments, or specially prepared through traditional Chinese medicine to reduce inflammation and internal heat, treating childhood dysentery.
Mister Miracle wiped away his tears and composed himself again. "Yes, this is my escape route. We just need to pass through the security door at the end of the passage, and we'll reach somewhere we can rest."
The place they were in was actually the space behind the cells where the drainage pipes and heating lines ran. It was an extremely complex network that probably connected every cell on every level of the prison. With all the pipes and cables, the area was chaotic and cramped.
Human-sized people were manageable enough, but a Tamaranean as large as Lobo found it rather tight.
"It's been nineteen days since Blackest Night began. How long have you been here?" Su Ming followed Scott onward through the pipe-lined corridor, which reeked of dust.
"Seven or eight days, maybe. Big Barda and the others chased me until I had nowhere left to run. It was like they could smell where I was."
Mister Miracle sighed, then turned at a fork ahead and hurried on.
"Back then, I thought, if they always know where I am, why not find a maze and play hide-and-seek with them? So I came here. Turns out I was right. Aside from the endless screaming, crying, and calling, this place isn't