Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

96: Modern Entertainment Circle

“No—!”

    Ge Xiu shouted hoarsely, opening his eyes suddenly.

    In front of him was a cold, white ceiling, the metal surface reflecting harsh light.

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

    With his arms on the ground, Ge Xiu slowly straightened up, leaning his soaked with sweat back against the metal wall.

    He raised his hand to his forehead, the electronic shackles gleaming with blue light on his wrists.

    The long, black eyelashes drooped slightly, covering up all the information hidden at the bottom of his eyes.

    Just then, an electronic beep sound came from above.

    Immediately afterwards, the warden’s emotionless voice came from the loudspeaker: “At the end of your punishment world, there happened to be a large scale power outage emergency in the direction of the institute.”

    Ge Xiu put down the hand on his forehead.

    His eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes. There was no excess emotions in his dark and translucent eyes, only the deep and icy darkness.

    He looked at the monitor that was running 24 hours a day, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate right through the thick layer of metal and endless wiring.

    The warden’s voice didn’t stop:

    “How much memory before being arrested do you recall?

    Ge Xiu had already recovered from the momentary loss of control just now.

    The corners of his lips rose a faint arc, and he asked slowly:

    “Are you wondering how much I know about Pandora Project?

    An ear piercing electric sound came from the loudspeaker.

    Immediately afterwards, all sounds stopped, and the opposite side fell into complete silence and disappeared.

    The smile on the corner of Ge Xiu’s lips deepened.

    It seems that he guessed correctly.

    He leaned the back of his head lightly against the wall and closed his eyes carelessly, as if he was not affected at all, and closed his eyes to rest quietly.

    Time passed minute by minute.

    Suddenly, a clattering sound resounded in the single-person closed cell, the lights above his head suddenly went out, and the spare lamps around them came on, illuminating the narrow space in a bleak white.

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

    He could feel that the camera was off.

    Immediately afterwards, a shallow outline was slowly appeared on the metal wall of the prison, and then, a rectangular one-way window appeared in front of him—this was a wall made of a special material, specially designed for the interrogation of prisoners. You could only see what the interrogator wanted to show, while the prisoner had nowhere to hide and would be completely revealed in the eyes of the other party.

    Inside the window, the silhouette of a man emerged.

    The presiding judge’s voice was clearly transmitted to Ge Xiu’s ears, without being anyhow distorted by the effect of the amplifier, but actually transmitted straight into the room: