Comic Cannon Fodder Wants to Be the King of Popularity

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Chapter 110

    Ben stared at the young man who had only recently returned home.

    He looked at the other party looking out of the window, and then calmly retracted his gaze. Inexplicably, he thought that sometimes a kind of bird hovered in the sky of Eastwaite Madman Prison. This bird traveled between the Dead Sea and the land, flying a hundred meters above the ground high altitude.

    And this kind of creature should be very free. Not to be bound by fate, not to be bound by morality.

    Ben suddenly felt a little pathetic.

    "What are you thinking?"

    The melodious young voice suddenly sounded in the calm.

    Ben came back to his senses, and stared at the abyss-like eyes of the black-haired young man without any emotional participation. In just a short while, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

    "Sorry, Lord Warden, please forgive me."

    He knelt on the ground without any luck, knowing that the warden must have seen what he was thinking just now, even though he was wearing a mask that only exposed his eyes.

    The warden seems to be able to penetrate people's souls. He has seen the method of spreading out all hidden secrets.

    The sense of stagnation in the air is getting heavier.

    Then, when reaching a certain critical point, he heard the warden say:

    "It's time, bring lunch to 2512."

    All the suffocation, stagnation and terrible pressure just now dissipated like an illusion Spent out, as if it had never been there.

    The warden didn't seem to blame him, let alone impose any punishment on him.

    But the cold sweat on Ben's body still lingered, telling him that the fear that almost penetrated into the soul just now is real.

    The Warden is not an existence that can be [sympathized] by [human beings]. No one has such qualifications. Once such thoughts grow wantonly, even if the warden has no idea of ​​blaming, this person will go crazy sooner or later, or die directly.

    And what was he doing just now?

    Ben didn't dare to have any other thoughts, stepped back and left the warden's office, and went to pick up the food to be given to 2512 himself.

    2512 The present work is in the library, and the library is in the Tower of Babel. Not anyone can come here if they want, even the general staff can't get close to it, and the prisoners can only take a look at it from a distance. Under such circumstances, the prison guards in charge of food delivery naturally couldn't deliver the food to her.

    What's more... 2512's recipes are somewhat different from those of normal people.

    In the past, this kind of pica was not absent in prisons, but the general treatment method in prisons is to love to eat, and whoever cares if you don’t eat, unless you are the first in work performance this month.