Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

"Do not--!"

Gosh yelled hoarsely, and opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of him was a cold, pale ceiling, with harsh light reflecting off the metal surfaces.

He was lying on the ground dripping with cold sweat, his chest heaving violently with his panting, it took him a long time to finally realize where he was.

Gosho propped his arms on the ground, straightened up slowly, and leaned his sweaty back against the metal wall.

He raised his hand to support his forehead, and the electronic shackles with blue light flashing on his wrist were shaking.

The long and black eyelashes droop slightly, covering up all the information hidden deep in the eyes.

Just at this moment, an electronic beep sounded from above his head.

Immediately afterwards, the warden's emotionless voice came from the loudspeaker: "This time when your punishment world ends, there is a large-scale emergency power outage in the direction of the research institute."

Ge Xiu put down the hand on his forehead.

His eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly raised his pupils. There was no extra emotion in his pair of translucent black eyes, only a deep and cold gloomyness.

He looked at the monitor that was running 24 hours a day, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate thick metal layers and endless lines.

The warden's voice didn't stop for a moment:

"How much memory do you have before you were arrested?

Ge Xiu has already recovered from the gaffe just now.

The corners of his lips raised a faint arc, and he asked unhurriedly:

"Do you want to ask, how much do I know about Project Pandora?"

A harsh electronic sound came from the loudspeaker.

Immediately afterwards, there was no sound at all, and the opposite side fell into complete silence and silence.

The smile on Gosho's lips deepened.

It seems he guessed right.

He gently leaned the back of his head against the wall, and closed his eyes casually, as if he hadn't been affected at all, and quietly closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Time passed minute by minute.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound in the single closed cell, the lights above the head suddenly went out, and the surrounding spare light tubes lit up, illuminating the narrow space in pale white.

Ge Xiu opened his eyes calmly, and looked up at the position of the surveillance camera.

He could feel that the camera was off.

Immediately afterwards, shallow outlines slowly emerged from the metal walls of the prison, and then, a rectangular one-way window appeared in front of him—this was a wall made of special materials, specially designed for interrogating prisoners. You can only see what the interrogator wants to show, while the prisoner has no place to hide and can see everything under the other party's sight.

Inside the window, a silhouette of a man emerged.

The voice of the presiding judge passed into Gosho's ears clearly, without being slightly distorted by the effect of the loudspeaker, but actually transmitted into the room:

"How much do you know about Project Pandora?"

His voice was cold and deep, hardly revealing any obvious information.

— but enough is enough.

Ge Xiu sat on the ground leisurely, leaning his back against the corner of the wall, squinting his eyes and staring at the window, and said unhurriedly:

"Hmm... the camera is turned off, it seems that you want to have a conversation that is not recorded, what? Did you find something unexpected?"

"Also, I noticed that you turned off the internal power supply of the prison, instead of directly cutting off the camera." He chuckled inexplicably: "Tsk."

Gosho looked at the window in front of him quite interestingly, and continued:

"Are you too cautious? Or are you worried that you, too, are being watched by others?"

The presiding judge felt faintly startled.

He didn't expect that the other party could infer so many things just by his own actions, and in just a few words, he successfully grasped the dominance of the speech.

So skilful and precise.

However, although frustrated, the presiding judge had to admit that the other party was right.

Especially the part about unexpected discoveries.

Since he had doubts about Ge Xiu's case, he launched a comprehensive and detailed investigation of all Ge Xiu's charges, and the results of the investigation shocked him.

In the official records, Gosho is an instigator, rebel, robber and murderer. He planned bombing attacks on several planets and was behind many large-scale mass murders. He is an unpardonable crime and blood debt Lots of villains.

Every crime is clear and specific, documented and evidenced.

But every time he tried to continue to investigate, the clues would always be broken somewhere. Although the witnesses and survivors had specific and detailed personal information and true social security numbers, none of them could be contacted. His physical evidence is classified as top secret, and even he cannot get his hands on it.

Every reason why it cannot be investigated is reasonable.

But there are too many coincidences.

The presiding judge was not prepared to arbitrarily conclude that Gosho was innocent because of these vague evidences, but these coincidences were enough to make him suspicious.

Especially... and in this case, the ubiquitous Bureau of Secrecy.

They have always been elusive and rarely appear in public view, unless they threaten national security.

In addition, the machine that also followed into the research institute sent back the last picture.

All the things add up to form a huge mystery, which makes the presiding judge upset, and has to rely on the only central figure he can touch to try to peek into the truth hidden behind layers of fog.

He didn't answer Ge Xiu's question directly, but repeated with a heavy voice:

"Pandora Project, how much do you know?"

Ge Xiu shook his head and sighed: "One thing for one thing, Your Excellency the judge. I believe you understand the principle of equivalent exchange, right?"

There was silence on the other side.

"what would you like?"

Ge Xiu showed a smile: "It's just information sharing - why did you decide to come and negotiate with me, a felon, so suddenly? What happened?"

Under the dim light, the calm face of the young man looked even more amazingly superior. His abyss-like beauty was seductive and dangerous, and the presiding judge couldn't help but feel slightly dazed.

He collected himself, looked at the prisoner in front of him more vigilantly, and considered the pros and cons of it.

The air fell into silence, as if time had been frozen.

The presiding judge took a deep breath slowly, as if he had finally made up his mind, he stood up and walked towards the window, a transparent area slowly emerged from the metal window in front of him.

In the next second, a paper photo was pasted on it.

In this era of widespread electronic coverage, it is really rare.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes, stood up subconsciously, and walked slowly towards the wall.

As the distance shortened, the blurry photo gradually became clearer.

The judge's voice sounded again:

"This is a picture from the laboratory responsible for running the Pandora project."

Ge Xiu stared blankly at the photo.

It appears to be coming from a far end with a weaker signal, and the picture is very blurry, but still enough for the viewer to make out the information it contains.

In the huge light blue water tank, a naked man floats quietly in it. He is tall, well-proportioned, and his texture is clear and perfect, like a sculpture made by the hand of God.White air bubbles floated slowly upwards from his side, and the long black hair floated in all directions like a torn flag, blocking his face.

Countless thin pipes extended from his body, like a huge spider web.

He sleeps peacefully in the blue nutrient solution, his posture is silent and calm.

The presiding judge's voice came again: "Who is this person? What does it have to do with the Pandora Project?"

As if awakened by a start, Ge Xiu suddenly looked away from the photo.

He is a little out of his mind.

A few seconds later, Gexiu raised his eyes again, his usual composure returned, and he said, "I really don't have any memory of before I was arrested. The first image that stays in my mind is that barren star without a blade of grass." , and I am standing next to the crashed ship, and dozens of your guard ships are suspended in the air, pointing their searchlights at me."

There was a bit of suppressed anger in the presiding judge's voice:

"So you want to tell me that you don't know anything?"

Ge Xiu's eyes fell on the photo stuck on the glass again, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

He suddenly asked:

"In the real world, is there any spiritual power?"

This question is so stupid that it has no reason at all.

The presiding judge was taken aback for a moment, and finally decided to answer this question that sounded innocuous and not considered a secret: "Of course."

"What is the value of my mental strength?"

"Class B."

It's neither high nor low, just mediocre, not outstanding.

Gosho nodded.

He looked up at the blurred figure of the presiding judge behind the window, and said slowly:

"If you want to continue the investigation, consider the study of mental power."

The voice of the presiding judge was extremely puzzled: "Psychic power? How is it possible? The Pandora Project is a large-scale national security project. What does it have to do with the study of psychic power?"

Gosho stopped answering.

He turned around and walked back to the original place, sat down cross-legged, and returned to the previous position.

The black hair hanging down in front of his eyes blocked his closed eyes, and the shadow covered his face, like a sculpture that could neither speak nor move, sitting quietly in a corner of the prison.

·

within the institute.

The director stared at the data displayed on the light screen in front of him, his face clouded over.

Pandora's volatility value dropped to an all-time low.

This situation is very pessimistic.

If this tendency continues to develop, at most five years, the Pandora plan will be forced to suspend.

And this is something no one wants to see.

One of the researchers came up and handed a new report to the director: "In the last virtual world, the pain value of the prisoners has been released."

The director glanced hastily, and the expression on his face became more and more gloomy.

As the number of times increases, the other party seems to be quickly adapting to the cruel environment they set and imposed, and the reports are less optimistic each time, and because the other party's threshold for physical torture has increased, if this time continues the previous With such a strategy, the director can even imagine that after the end of the next world, the value conveyed back may even appear an unprecedented 0.

This is the only human being who can match up to 99.97% of Pandora.

If he can't generate large fluctuations in the virtual world, then Pandora's activity will only gradually decrease.

At this moment, the researcher standing beside the director observed his expression, and then spoke cautiously:

"Director... I have an idea."

"Speak." The director threw away the report irritably.

The researcher paused, and continued: "Since prisoners have increased resistance to physical torture and external high-pressure environments, then... why don't we try mental pressure?"

The director became interested: "How do you say it?"

"I have studied the values ​​of the first two worlds, and it seems that the prisoners are constantly suffering from a bad mental state, and the pain value caused by this kind of torture is the only one that rises slowly, so I think that from the mental aspect of suppression and control, Maybe it could have a different effect?"

The director nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed."

"But..." The researcher hesitated for a moment, and continued with some frustration: "But the prisoner's ability to deal with changes in the environment is really strong. The fate trajectory we set for him before, he has never followed the progress. He deviated midway, and deviated more and more outrageously each time, which made the plan we made for him in the later stage completely useless, and after the virtual world was built, we had no way to intervene, so we had to pull him out in advance..."

This happens almost every time.

This prisoner seems to be born unwilling to walk along the route set by others. He will make unexpected actions every time, causing his fate to deviate from the main line-this characteristic of him really makes virtual world builders big head.

The director narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Then this time, we will force him to follow the route."

He raised his head: "Online electric shock function."

"Yes."

·

Gosho opened his eyes.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, when he saw where he was, he was still stunned for a while.

This is a noisy public place, with loud and piercing music vibrating around the body, and in the distance are countless silhouettes of men and women writhing with the music, appearing crazy and disorderly in the dim and flickering lights.

The glass table in front of you is full of various wines, which are placed in transparent wine glasses, shining with colorful lights,

The strong smell of alcohol hit his face, making Gexiu a little dizzy.

At this moment, a hand touched his thigh and slowly meandered upwards:

"Why, don't you drink?"

A viscous and rough voice pierced through the loud music, carrying a strong sense of malice.

The author has something to say: Ge Xiu: You are finished.

Old Gong: You are finished.

Author: Indeed, you are absolutely finished.