Chapter 111: The 'Great' Person

Someone changed? Lin Qing's heart gave a start.

In that instant, many of his previous doubts surfaced in his mind, and he suddenly understood a bit.

"Master."

Chen Guang's voice sounded in his mind: "Based on the current information, I have deduced the general situation of this matter; you can listen."

Lin Qing pretended to notice nothing, calmly opened a pack of preserved fruit juice, sat aside, and began drinking.

"This underwater Broken Stele Prison is used to detain those extraterrestrial illegal immigrants who committed crimes, but some of these illegal immigrants have extremely powerful backgrounds; even if they committed serious crimes, they will not serve their sentences honestly within this prison."

Chen Guang analyzed: "The 'Gong Leping' you saw on the plane earlier was actually a prisoner with a considerable background inside this prison; unable to endure the prison's boredom, he bribed Cheng Cong to find Gong Leping, who cultivates the Free Body combat technique, to change into his appearance and serve the sentence in his place, while he himself changed into Gong Leping's appearance and left this prison."

She paused, "The rule of this Broken Stele Prison is to verify DNA on the 16th of every month; this is something even Free Body transformation cannot solve. As for fingerprint and iris verification, with the technology of extraterrestrial civilizations, it is not difficult to resolve."

Lin Qing pondered thoughtfully.

He took out his phone, pretended to be playing a game, and casually typed a line: 'Why choose new inspectors for patrol?'

"Because the Patrol Headquarters has the most lenient checks on new inspectors."

Chen Guang said: "New inspectors only need to focus on training; people like you and Gong Leping, who have mastered the original combat techniques, do not even need to participate in training, belonging to the most free category within the Training Division."

Lin Qing suddenly realized.

There are indeed entertainment venues on the island, and one can go out as long as an application is submitted.

The living environment is indeed much better than this prison.

Looking at it this way, no wonder Cheng Cong sought him out to talk about those things; it turns out he was laying the groundwork?

If he truly needs points, let him change into the appearance of some prisoner with a background, and then have him help serve the sentence in their place?

"There is actually such a way of playing..." Lin Qing sighed inwardly.

"Such transactions must involve more than one or two people; it should be a systematic operation."

Chen Guang said: "For new inspectors, gathering a thousand points is very difficult; if helping to serve a sentence can easily earn points, quite a few people should agree."

Lin Qing thought carefully and realized it was indeed the case.

For new inspectors, a single mission usually yields only 5-20 points; over a year, it might amount to just one or two hundred points.

If one can easily earn several hundred points, serving a month in prison for someone else is not much.

It is just that this entails the risk of being discovered, and the risk that the impersonating prisoner never returns.

Lin Qing could not help but sigh inwardly.

No wonder, after arriving at the Headquarters, despite the seemingly stable and peaceful life in the Training Division, the Order Level had only increased by 2.5 levels.

It is likely...

because the Training Division harbors a batch of such criminals impersonating new inspectors.

"Extraterrestrial illegal immigrants, already reduced to prisoners, are still so arrogant..."

Lin Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems these people from extraterrestrial civilizations truly do not regard Earth civilization as anything..."

He also understood.

God Island, Broken Stele Prison, Blood Battle City, the Morshi.

These four regulated areas were all facilitated by the Wisdom Star Group; otherwise, Earth civilization might not even have the capability to capture these extraterrestrial illegal immigrants.

After all... Earth had only just rebuilt order after the end of the apocalypse; compared to these civilizations from the starry universe, the gap was still too great.

"Once my strength is sufficient, I will root out these illegal immigrants impersonating new inspectors."

Lin Qing pondered inwardly, glanced at Cheng Cong who was smiling and chatting nearby, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Actually, finding these prisoners is not a difficult matter.

Zhao Jiayi is a telepathic awakener; she can perceive life field intensity and distinguish genetic awakeners.

Within the Training Division of the Headquarters, the vast majority are merely Patrol Chiefs and Patrol Officers from various places; genetic awakeners are extremely rare.

Even if there are genetic awakeners, most will become one-star elite inspectors within a short time.

And all these prisoners from extraterrestrial civilizations are genetic awakeners.

Even if they disguise themselves as new inspectors, even if they fool detection instruments and perfect their disguises in all aspects, the life field is very difficult to fake.

As long as Zhao Jiayi sweeps with her telepathy, everything will be clear.

Then check who has cultivated the Free Body series of combat techniques to the instinct level; that will basically confirm it.

The only trouble is that Zhao Jiayi's identity as a telepathic awakener cannot be exposed; this requires careful planning.

"If I just casually deal with one, the Order Level should reach level 10, right?"

Lin Qing could not help but feel somewhat forbidden, yet anticipated, but he also knew this matter could not be rushed.

That night.

Cheng Cong silently walked to the door of Cell 1 in Zone B on the first floor.

After opening the heavy cell door, he immediately walked inside.

Once the cell door closed, Cheng Cong bowed respectfully toward the prisoner inside the cell: "My Lord Lord Yehong."

The prisoner sitting on the bed looked very similar to an Earthling, except his ears were much larger and his build was quite tall, nearly two meters in height.

Although he wore handcuffs and leg irons, his leisurely demeanor suggested he was not serving a sentence, but rather on vacation or experiencing life.

"What was Lin Qing's reaction?"

Lord Yehong said with interest: "Is it possible to pull him in? There are still quite a few big shots in this prison who want to get out for some fresh air."

"There is a chance," Cheng Cong said. "He is a new inspector; he should understand how hard points and merits are to come by. As long as we offer more temptation, he naturally will not refuse."

"Then hurry up; Mr. Brock from Zone A is already waiting."

Lord Yehong said lazily: "Don't blame me for not reminding you; he is the descendant of a big shot from our Dilanxi civilization, and he came from our civilization's main star. People of your level do not even have the qualification to step onto the main star in our homeland; even finding a security guard job on a border planet would be difficult."

Cheng Cong lowered his head and said: "Thank you, My Lord Lord Yehong, for your guidance."

"Mm, do your job well."

Lord Yehong glanced at him. "You must also strive. In five years, when my homeland's civilization arrives, I will be your guarantor; you can simply immigrate."

"Yes." Cheng Cong, overjoyed, became even more respectful.

He hurriedly said, "Tomorrow I will earnestly persuade Lin Qing. This is also his blessing; he has no reason to refuse."

Lord Yehong hummed and said, "Let Mr. Brock see him tomorrow. No need to rush; anyway, Mr. Brock is still cultivating the Free Body series of combat techniques from your civilization. It should be ready in a while."

"So soon?" Cheng Cong marveled. "Hasn't Mr. Brock been cultivating this technique for less than a month?"

Lord Yehong said casually, "Mr. Brock is a genius even in our Dilanxi civilization. Had the Intelligent Star People not discovered him, imprisoned him in this deep-sea prison, and injected him with a life-suppressant to prevent evolution, he would have already cultivated enough to break out of this prison alone."

Cheng Cong was secretly startled and even more curious.

Why would a genius with such prospects in his homeland also come to Earth?

But he understood that if he did not seize such an opportunity, his and his family's fate five years later would likely be worse than that of these prisoners.

For this reason, even selling out Earth compatriots to these extraterrestrial civilization people did not bother him.

"Sorry, I am an Earthling, but I am also human..." he silently told himself.

... The next day.

The 17th of every month is the recreation day for prisoners on the first floor of Broken Tablet Prison.

Called recreation, it actually only means opening the cell doors, allowing the first-floor prisoners to move about in the central courtyard.

After all, this is under the sea; escaping is very difficult.

Even if one could withstand the water pressure at a depth of over seven thousand meters, one could not swim far before being surrounded and captured on the spot by the special submarines guarding this sea area, the 'Deep Sea Guards'.

During the prisoners' recreation, patrols from headquarters are also nearby keeping watch.

Besides the ten patrols from Lin Qing's group, patrols from two other groups are also present.

Every two days, the duty patrols change shifts; this is a measure by the Patrol Headquarters to prevent collusion between patrols and prisoners.

Anyway, the main function of the patrols is still supervision and suppression; other work is completed by the prison's intelligent system.

Like the other patrols, Lin Qing stood around the courtyard watching this group of extraterrestrial prisoners.

It was rare to see so many aliens gathered together; the scene was quite shocking, but unfortunately, photography is not allowed here.

However, what he was more curious about was—

"Why are there so many stowaways?" Lin Qing muttered as if talking to himself.

Chen Guang obviously understood he was asking her and immediately said, "I'm not sure. Father has also studied this. We can only confirm that some stowaways are fugitives wanted by extraterrestrial civilizations, perhaps trying to flee to Earth for refuge. But there are also geniuses from extraterrestrial civilizations; the specific reasons are unclear."

Lin Qing couldn't help but feel somewhat helpless.

No wonder a patrol system had to be established. With so many extraterrestrial stowaways lurking on Earth, a comprehensive search is indeed necessary.

"Lin Qing."

Suddenly, Cheng Cong walked over, smiling. "A great person wishes to see you. Come with me."

So he really came? Lin Qing felt a stir in his heart, did not refuse, and immediately went downstairs with Cheng Cong.

Passing by one prisoner after another, the two arrived at the door of Cell Number One downstairs, where several people were still guarding the entrance.

Lin Qing could recognize the common characteristics of these people at a glance.

Tall, all starting at over one meter ninety, and their ears were much larger than those of Earthlings.

It seems they are humans of the same race?

These few prisoners, seeing Cheng Cong and Lin Qing approach, coldly sized up the two.

"What are you all looking at?" Lin Qing shouted coldly. "Stand back!"

They were just prisoners, criminals who had caused havoc on Earth anyway. So what if they were aliens? These prisoners were all wearing handcuffs and leg irons connected to the prison's suppression system; they could not exert much strength. If they forced themselves, a strong electric current would pierce their entire bodies, leaving them powerless to resist.

The few prisoners' faces changed; one by one, they stared coldly at Lin Qing with dark eyes.

"Lin Qing."

Cheng Cong was startled, hurriedly grabbed Lin Qing, and urged, "Enough, enough. That great person is inside; let's go in first."

Those few prisoners looked at Lin Qing once more, then silently stepped aside, revealing the cell behind them.

Lin Qing looked into the cell and immediately saw a fat man at least two meters tall, sitting on the ground like a small mountain of flesh. Beside him were piles of food, especially chocolate, which was stacked heap upon heap.

Truly a 'great' person.

Lin Qing couldn't help but squint his eyes; he did not question where the other had gotten so many snacks.

Whether it violated rules or laws was all under the control of the prison's intelligent system.

Since this prisoner 'great person' could obtain so many snacks under the surveillance system, he must have used methods that complied with the rules.

"You are Lin Qing?"

The fat man's narrow, squinting eyes sized up Lin Qing, then suddenly smiled. "Not bad. I like geniuses. Remember my name; I am Brock."

Lin Qing frowned slightly.

Did this alien fat man take him as a tool to take his place in prison?

"Enough, let him go." The fat man waved his hand, then immediately picked up a large chunk of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, making a crisp crunching sound.

Cheng Cong immediately nodded, then pulled Lin Qing away.

Lin Qing did not mind; he wanted to understand the situation anyway. Besides, it was already too late to avoid this when he boarded the plane.

Cheng Cong also led Lin Qing all the way to a private interrogation room.

After closing the door, Lin Qing frowned slightly and asked, "Group Leader Cheng, what is the meaning of this?"

"Sit. You just saw it."

Cheng Cong sat down and sighed, "That fat man just now is named Brock. He is also a stowaway from an extraterrestrial civilization, but his background is immense; the civilization behind him is countless times stronger than our Earth civilization. Do you think his situation looks like that of a prisoner?"

"Is that also called a prisoner?" Lin Qing shook his head slightly and did not sit down.

"Indeed so."

Cheng Cong sighed, "This great figure's background is too immense; even if he commits a grave error, the Zhi Xing Group could not possibly kill him. What more can we do?"

He looked at Lin Qing and said, "If there were a thousand points, would you agree to live like him for a month?"

"A thousand points?" Lin Qing looked at Cheng Cong with some surprise.

Where did the points come from? "Group Leader Cheng, if you have something to say, speak directly," Lin Qing said in a deep voice.

"It's very simple," Cheng Cong smiled and said, "I hope you can transform into the appearance of that great figure just now and live in the cell from just now for a month in his place."

Lin Qing looked at him, remained silent for a short while, then spoke, "Group Leader Cheng, are you not afraid I will report you?"

"You are a smart person," Cheng Cong maintained a calm smile.

Lin Qing shook his head and said, "He is too fat, and his build is so large; how can I transform into that?"

"Do not try to deceive me."

Cheng Cong laughed and said, "The simplified version of the Free Body series of combat techniques indeed cannot achieve this, but you have mastered the original 'Free Body' combat technique. I have also cultivated it, so I know this is something achievable for you."

Lin Qing frowned slightly.

"I know this is a difficult decision," Cheng Cong sighed, "but think carefully: if you rely on yourself alone, how long would it take to earn a thousand points?"

He stood up, glanced at Lin Qing, and said, "Consider it carefully."

Lin Qing sat down, glanced at the other person from the corner of his eye, and said no more.

If it were a regular patrol officer, he might have truly agreed.

To sit in prison for a month so easily and receive a thousand points was indeed a great temptation.

But how could he possibly agree?

"Lin Qing, the other party has a certain probability of making a move inside the prison; do you intend to strike first?"

Chen Guang's voice sounded in his mind: "Although it is not very wise, I can try my best to influence the prison's intelligent system to make it temporarily paralyzed for a short time."

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(End of this chapter)