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Time is limited, every second counts, Li Cheng didn't have time to ask the other person's specific identity, quickly mouthed: "Do you have any door-breaking or lock-picking tools on you?"

"No."

That's troublesome, the inner side of the metal door doesn't have a keyhole or handle,

and through the sliding window, observing the corridor opposite, you can see the underground prison with two columns and five rows, ten cells in total. The other eight cells are silent.

Furthermore, the metal door uses an electronic password lock, and the position of the keypad is too low, even a child's arm can't reach it through the sliding window.

"However, I have a reconnaissance skill that might work."

Oracle placed both hands on the bottom edge of the sliding window, closed her eyes tightly, and after a moment opened them, saying: "This underground prison has no surveillance cameras, apart from us, the only living person is a guard at the door. But I don't know their level of armament."

"Alright."

Fortunate amongst the misfortunes, the Killing Field System is still somewhat humane, it hasn't created a hellish scenario where the bravest hero starts out with just a stick, and encounters the Demon King blocking the door right outside the newbie village.

After thinking for a moment, Li Cheng stepped back half a step, and took out the [Electronic Pet Egg].

Like other tools, the [Electronic Pet Egg] is also greatly weakened, becoming a coarser and inferior plastic toy.

On the approximately four fingernail-sized screen, a pixelated slime leisurely rolls back and forth.

'So Gray Rain's type in the Killing Field is a slime? Case solved, no wonder she made stewed sticky okra rice for dinner on New Year's Eve, turns out she wants to eat slime rice.'

Li Cheng silently mocked in his heart, pressed the summon button.

Under his expectant gaze, a lump of gray metal slime rolled out from the screen, sliding into Li Cheng's palm.

The slime slowly wriggled, grew two eyes and a linear mouth, made a soft "goo" sound, and pounced into Li Cheng's arms.

Oh, my!

Gray Rain's already not very high IQ seems even more "holy and unchanged" after being weakened,

Li Cheng gestured to her for a long time, "Change into a mirror, mirror, do you understand?"

The slime-shaped Gray Rain blinked her eyes, indicating she understood, then turned into... gold.

Li Cheng's eye twitched, buried his head under the needle, and lowered his voice, "Mirror, not gold."

Understood.

Gray Rain blinked again, immediately stretched her body, turned into a round sphere with a tail.

Can the transformation possibly go wrong?

Li Cheng's eye twitched again, if not for the task log clearly stating the weakening effect, he would suspect Gray Rain was deliberately being cute, "It's mirror, not sperm!"

Understood, understood.

Gray Rain nodded, in Li Cheng's pained gaze, transformed into a lifelike, certain unnamed Russian president.

What's this nonsense, is this absurd?

And it's even a wide-body version. I think you want to eat seaweed egg flower soup.

Li Cheng rubbed his faintly aching temples, looked up at the mirror above the sink, contemplating if he could use a pillow to cushion, break the glass, and take a shard out.

Fortunately, at this moment Gray Rain finally understood his intent, transformed into a small, exquisite round mirror with a handle.

Li Cheng sighed, grabbed the handle, stretched out the sliding window, carefully rotating the mirror surface, observing the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, a burly, large security personnel sat in a chair, wearing a blue uniform, with a rubber baton and walkie-talkie at his waist, leisurely flipping through a fashion magazine.

If it's just one person, it should be manageable.

Li Cheng withdrew the mirror, exchanged information with Oracle opposite the corridor.

The latter thought for a moment, took out a silicone material teacup lid from the backpack, "Block the water flow, attract the guard and control him, can you do it?"

"Should be able to."

Li Cheng instantly understood Oracle's meaning, took out the [Bat Hook Claw Gun] that had become a sticky hand toy for children, aimed at the silicone teacup lid, and threw it fiercely.

Pop.

The sticky hand toy flew through the corridor, accurately adhered to the silicone teacup lid in Oracle's hand, Li Cheng held his breath, stepped back half a step, pulled vigorously.

The sticky hand contracted again, flying back along with the teacup lid.

Due to its height, when the teacup lid passed through the sliding window, it hit the metal top edge, making a light thud.

The guard at the end of the corridor heard the commotion, put down the magazine, looked forward, saw nothing, blinked in confusion, and picked up the magazine again.

Phew, so close.

Li Cheng exhaled, used the self-adhesive teacup lid, covered the drain of the prison.

Then placed a pillow upright in the sink, turned the faucet to the maximum, using the pillow to absorb the sound of the water.

The water flowed, overflowed the sink, flooded across the not-so-spacious cell. It soon flowed out the door, accumulating in the corridor.

The guard, hearing the faint sound, put down the magazine again, saw the water accumulating, reluctantly stood up and walked over.

He casually pushed up the sliding window, only saw the bedding on the child's bed bulging, someone lying sideways asleep inside. And the faucet turned on.

"fuck."

The guard cursed with an American profanity, entered the password on the keypad, pushed the door open, and walked into the cell.

He angrily turned off the faucet first, then whipped up the blanket, but was shocked to find, underneath the blanket was empty, the original lying figure was just the shape formed by folded bedding.

And the golden hair outside the blanket was also cut off, scattered as a disguise.

Some unknown fear crawled up his back, the guard was chilled, instinctively turned his head, only to see a blonde, blue-eyed girl about eight or nine years old, hanging upside down on the beam in a bizarre posture.

Her head faced the corridor, hands pressed against the top edge of the metal door, her feet hooked onto the metal pipes on the ceiling.

At the moment their gazes met, she grinned, suddenly withdrew her hands, turning potential energy into kinetic energy, swung through the cell and punched the guard on the forehead.

The 30 kilograms weight, plus gravitational potential energy, made the guard stumble back two steps, his feet uncontrollably slipping on the wet floor, fell down with a thud.

Thump!

Li Cheng, like a gymnast, landed steadily, his feet stamped on the guard's stomach...ah no, on his belly, almost popping the guard's eyes out.

"You little b..."

The guard roared, drawing out the rubber baton from his side, but before he could swing it, Li Cheng stabbed down.

The Gray Rain brand slime, turned into a metal knife, easily pierced the guard's upper hand arm, making him howl in pain and release the rubber baton.

"Hush hush hush, I ask, you answer."

Li Cheng sat on the guard's chest, flicked his wet, flowing golden hair, used the protrusion of the handcuff, pressing against the guard's eyeball, "How many security personnel on the island? What's the password of the opposite prison?"

"go to hell..."

The guard's eyes widened, just finished saying the curse, his heartbeat halted, breathless.

"WTF?"

This time, it was Li Cheng's turn to be shocked, he quickly pressed the guard's heart, lifted the back of the guard's head, found a small wound bleeding.

It turns out, this guard usually eats high-fat high-calorie meals, eats frequently and in large amounts.

His fasting blood sugar rivals a Qilin watermelon, high blood fat leads to viscous blood, high blood pressure can push the blood,

his entire blood system relies on bugs neutralizing each other to maintain balance.

This collision broke the balance, directly causing a brain vessel rupture and sudden death, the ghost broke free from restraints.

"Is this nonsense or not, you say."

The underground prison doesn't have a key, uses a password lock, didn't get the password, naturally can't open the lock.

Li Cheng helplessly held his forehead, standing slightly awkwardly, looked at Oracle in the opposite cell, "Oracle, why don't you first sew a bit on the sewing machine? I'll be back to rescue you later."