My Cell Prison

Chapter 632: Chapter 632: Escape for Life

The timeline moves forward.

When Han Dong first arrived at the motel driving the large G.

Dreadful reasons, such as intimidation, made the Ultimate Human Demon – Miles stand alone by the roadside, creating an impression of leaving early from work…

For this reason, Han Dong took an extraordinarily bold step and approached Miles, using the ‘hunter and prey’ relationship to inquire about the motel.

The first inquiry.

Miles stretched out his hand and pointed at the motel.

But upon close observation, Han Dong realized that not only was Miles pointing at the motel, his fingers were also aimed at Cass and others standing at the motel entrance.

However, based on such guidance … Han Dong could not draw any conclusions, it could be a casual gesture by Miles.

However, a subsequent successful conversation in the Demon Language provided Han Dong with an extremely important clue.

Without the clues provided by Miles, Han Dong might have been stuck in the motel for a long time, or even died right there. The overall risk in the motel was higher than ever before.

Negotiation in the [Demon language].

By means of paper and pen … Through drawing, Miles provided Han Dong with a piece of information, verifying that the pointing was not a coincidence.

On the white paper.

Using the simplest circles and lines, Miles first drew a figure, making the Demon language single out with Evil Qi reverberating in Han Dong’s mind – [you].

It indicated that the figure was Han Dong.

Immediately afterward, Miles drew all kinds of grotesque, grinning figures around the small figure, filled their bodies with black lines to indicate evil.

Then he transmitted sound in the Demon language – [them].

The drawing and the conversation in the Demon language were all carried out in the secret room created by the Yellow Sand, No one knew what kind of conversation Han Dong had with Miles.

The message Miles wanted to convey was straightforward: all except Han Dong here were non-human beings … Han Dong’s teammates were no longer his old teammates.

Of course, the bodyguard’s claim also needed further verification.

After all, the security guard, who had run hundreds of miles with Han Dong and even assassinated several strange beings, hadn’t had a chance to ride even once.

Miles might lie to a heartless boss like Han Dong.

To verify this, Han Dong focused his attention on the manners of his teammates.

1. When the two teams met, Diana’s contradictions vanished completely.

2. The leader of the Dragon City Team, Huo Ziping, who was capable of slaying clowns in the main chapter, became impatient due to a day’s delay… At least during the first encounter, Han Dong felt Huo’s strength, determination, and calmness.

Such impatience was not a characteristic of Huo Ziping.

3. As Han Dong subsequently left the motel to observe the billboards and exterior conditions, Cass remained at the edge of the aisle, her eyes never leaving Han Dong for a moment.

While it seemed like a greeting, she was actually monitoring Han Dong.

The above three problems were relatively significant, and Han Dong noticed many details… ample proof that the information given by Miles was correct.

If they were able to overcome the difficulty this time, Han Dong would consider letting Miles run less in subsequent tasks.

The problem with the teammates was critical, but it wasn’t everything… To break through, they would need other evidence, more complete inferences, and outside help.

Also, they would need to divert the attention of this mysterious resident entirely to Han Dong.

…

The timeline returned to normal.

Han Dong immediately killed off three ‘fake’ teammates. Whether it was such impulsive behavior or his angry expression, it all made Han Dong seem ‘panicked’.

Upon seeing the corpse in the body bag was himself, fear was evident in the change of Han Dong’s pupil, and his body staggered back.

Han Dong immediately ran away from the dissecting room, heading for the staircase in the middle of the corridor.

But at the end of the corridor, exactly where the female corpse was in the dissecting room, he saw the female corpse standing upright behind the iron door window, a creepy smile on her face as she opened her mouth.

A yellow sand spear formed in Han Dong’s hand and was thrown straight in.

Buzz~~

As the spear hit the iron door of the dissection room, it felt as though it were colliding with a soft layer of water as ripples, the yellow sand spear disintegrated on its own.

Then, countless Death Crows were released, only to meet the same outcome…they were unable to reach the female corpse, let alone break the iron door.

Drip, drip, drip…

Just then.

There were footsteps coming from behind Han Dong, his ‘own self’ had crawled out of the body bag, standing straight in the hallway ten meters away…

The male corpse held a scalpel in his hand, giving Han Dong no time to react, immediately began to self-mutilate.

The scalpel slashed across the wrist.

Correspondingly, Han Dong’s wrist was also cut open… The activation of the G virus, the sandification, could not repair the injury.

The scalpel quickly moved across the corpse’s entire body, all the damage fed back to Han Dong.

The student clothes Han Dong wore, even the down jacket on the outer layer, be dyed red by the blood soaking them… This kind of ‘damage transmission’ was somewhat similar to a Curse Doll in popular use in witchcraft.

Dragging his battered body, Han Dong moved towards area of the motel.

He was greeted with Cass’ ‘concern’.

“Nicholas, are you okay?”

Two powerful arms directly embraced Han Dong…a squeeze hug intended to strangle, not just a common hug.

“I’m fine…”

Han Dong responded lightly, arming his tongue with black sand to transform it into a sharp weapon, directly cutting off Cass’ head.

His figure turned to sand.

The head on the ground kept a bizarre smile, incessantly repeating the courteous inquiry – Are you okay? Do you need my help? Are you sure you’re Okay?

Han Dong had an awful look on his face. When he returned to the motel’s hallway, he immediately killed off the two fake teammates, Yu Wu and Gongson Hao.

As their bodies became separated from their heads, they also repeated the same phrases.

The worst part was.

Every door to the motel had changed to the kind of iron door with a window you’d see in a dissection room, allowing you to glimpse the internals of each room… No longer motel rooms with one bathroom, now all identical in size and layout to dissection rooms.

The female corpse sat on the dissection table, waving to Han Dong.

“Leave this place…”

Han Dong had no time for second thoughts and immediately tried to climb over the partition to leave the motel.

However… as he just climbed over it, he found that he couldn’t touch the ground as he saw it.

His body fell as if he was falling into an abyss.

Clang!

The sound of ironware rang out.

Han Dong suddenly landed on the dissection table, only his brain sensed anything, the other parts of his body felt dead, unable to move, activate the virus, or cast magic…

All the fake teammates were around, discussing how to do the dissection.

Their heads had been sewn back on, with black threads still unremoved from their necks.

The female corpse who should have been on an autopsy table had become the head of the dissection room, personally performing an autopsy on Han Dong.

Helplessness, fear, and despair were all reflected in Han Dong’s face through the changes in his pupils and tense facial muscles.

Just as the knife edge fell on his weak body.

The distraught Han Dong suddenly withdrew his exaggerated expression, replacing it with a fit of “Mad Laugh”.

“Hahaha… Haha!”

The laughter echoing in the dissection room caused his teammates to turn into mud. The entire dissection room was slightly shaking…

Han Dong dialed down his laughter, muttering under his breath, “Whew! You’re absolutely killing me! You waited until I’m on my last breath before you decided to do it yourself, didn’t you? Miss Jane.”