Chapter 2: Zhaohua and Xishu

Wen Xishu suddenly wanted to laugh.

He thought of a certain trope: perhaps the big villain had also transmigrated, and thus blocked every path to survival for the protagonist right from the start.

The original "die then transmigrate" had turned into "transmigrate then die."

Don't mess this up, new life.

Because the higher-ups demanded the death sentence be carried out as soon as possible, Wen Xishu could not finish his final meal at a leisurely pace.

He was first hauled to the injection room, then tied down and fed by the judicial police.

Wen Xishu highly advised against compressed biscuits paired with cola, as the biscuits were already quite filling, and the cola was the same.

He felt rather uncomfortable from being stuffed, especially since the judicial police were feeding him very quickly.

However, at a time like this, Wen Xishu felt it was actually quite interesting.

After all, no living person had experienced what he was currently experiencing.

After the meal, his body had gone from sitting to lying down, and the court staff asked:

"Do you need us to play a song for you to listen to?"

This was part of the lethal injection procedure; besides the final meal, there was also an "execution song" to let the death row inmate die in a good mood.

"Sure, play 'Shaolin Kung Fu is Good' by Stephen Chow," Wen Xishu said.

The court staff member looked blankly at him and said:

"Sorry, the song you mentioned is not in the Bunker Music Library. But after you die, we will try our best to look for it."

Wen Xishu wore an expression of disappointment:

"A dull world."

Clearly, the other party also hoped to finish the work quickly, so they chose a piece of light music that fit the current situation: "The Exile."

The staff began the procedure:

"The first injection is an anesthetic; you will quickly lose consciousness."

"The second injection is a muscle relaxant; of course... by this time, you will have already fallen asleep."

"The third injection is potassium chloride; you will die within thirty to sixty seconds."

"We will determine whether you have died based on your heart rate and pupil changes."

The judicial police of the Bunker Security Bureau prepared to connect the infusion pump to Wen Xishu's vein.

Wen Xishu's heartbeat was accelerating.

Years of courting death had made his mind exceptionally sharp at this moment.

"Once I fall asleep, it’s game over. I have to find a way to survive before I drift off."

"The key information I have is that the Wen family members are heinous criminals."

"The crimes of the Wen family are enough to warrant... extermination, even in this world that at least superficially emphasizes human rights."

"But there is something very strange here."

"The new regulations won't let me exercise my rights, yet they haven't stripped me of the right to exercise the old regulations."

"They rejected my request to explore the Mystery Tower, yet they really waited until I turned eighteen to carry out the death sentence."

"The term used by the staff earlier was 'tolerance,' which means—minors can be sentenced to death for heinous crimes."

"But even after I turned eighteen, they didn't execute me immediately; they waited for a very long time."

"This doesn't make sense. For some reason... they are deliberately dragging it out and not killing me."

"Also, that agent was very concerned about my mental state."

Wen Xishu quickly formed a conjecture.

Logic told him that besides himself, there was someone else from the Wen family still alive—

A person who had committed astonishing crimes.

This person's importance far exceeded his own, as well as that of the other Wen family members.

And he himself likely held clues about this person.

Therefore, the high-level officials of the Bunker had never killed him.

However, he had been acting crazy earlier, making it difficult to provide effective clues. This had worn out the patience of the high-level officials, leading them to decide to execute him.

Thinking this way, a name really did appear in his mind.

"Wait, hold the needle."

The judicial police did not stop their movements; they were tying a rubber tube around Wen Xishu's wrist.

They were very experienced; it was normal for prisoners to make all sorts of requests at such times, all to stall for time, so they simply ignored them.

Death was terrifying, but the waiting and torment before death were even more terrifying.

The court agent said:

"If you have additional supplements to your will, please say them as quickly as possible. After all, the judicial police will not stop."

Wen Xishu tilted his head back:

"I have clues about Wen Zhaohua."

Time seemed to stand still.

Once that name appeared, everyone stopped what they were doing.

The expressions on the two armed police officers clearly stiffened, and the court staff member's eyes widened instantly.

Wen Zhaohua.

The most heinous criminal of the Bunker era, one who deserved to be recorded in history books.

It could be said that if the Wen family's evildoers possessed eight pecks of evil, Wen Zhaohua alone occupied one stone, and the rest of them owed two pecks.

At the same time, he was also Wen Xishu's older brother; the two were biological brothers.

The court staff member immediately signaled for the execution to stop:

"This matter is too important; I need to consult my superiors."

He then asked:

"Your performance today is truly surprising. Your madness... seems to have improved a lot?"

Wen Xishu answered cleverly:

"Either I am going crazy, or I am just temporarily sober."

Memory is a very interesting thing.

The phrase "following the vine to find the melon" is particularly suitable for the realm of memory.

With the help of thought and reasoning, he remembered the person Wen Zhaohua.

And once he remembered Wen Zhaohua, he incidentally remembered something even more important.

"Xishu, I am going on a long journey soon. Before we part, let Big Brother give you a gift."

"This is something that can overturn the Three Towers game. It will allow you to experience a completely different Three Towers game."

"Remember, all known rules cannot bind us. We brothers will meet again in the future, but I hope it won't be in the Bunker."

This memory occurred before the incident with the Wen family.

As the memory surfaced, a strange image appeared in Wen Xishu's mind.

"Hah, so the standard cheat for a transmigrator really does exist."

Although he said that, his expression was not optimistic, because he couldn't shout "Deep Blue, add points" at the cheat.

He didn't even know how to use this thing.

In Wen Xishu's mind were three dice of different colors.

The Bunker.

Judging by the security clearance of the policy documents on the desk, the person answering the phone was someone of high status and power.

"He has clues about Wen Zhaohua?"

"Yes, sir. Wen Xishu is very clear-headed right now. I was thinking, perhaps we could try to re-interrogate him," the person on the other end of the phone said respectfully.

The man by the desk said:

"Interrogate him immediately. This time, we must dig out the clues about Wen Zhaohua."

Previously, because Wen Xishu was acting crazy, every interrogation had yielded no results.

This time, perhaps the fear of death had finally made this Wen family "madman" sober.

This high-level official was clearly still very excited, pacing back and forth.

Wen Zhaohua meant immense political achievement, but he didn't care about political achievement.

Capturing Wen Zhaohua, who had committed the "crime of human extinction," was also definitely not for the sake of justice.

He quickly found a document in the safe; it was a document with the highest security clearance.

[File Number 0112, Security Level: Top Secret.]

The file content was as follows:

[In the Slaughter Tower, people can obtain various combat items and combat sequences.]

[But once one transfers to the Desire Tower, they cannot use any sequences or items from the Slaughter Tower.]

[Entering the Desire Tower will completely turn one back into an ordinary person. One cannot kill, nor can one even engage in violent behavior.]

[The reverse is also true. All sequences in the Desire Tower cannot be brought into the Slaughter Tower.]

[The independence of the Three Towers' abilities is an ironclad rule, with no exceptions.]

The Desire Tower is like a romance-simulation galgame, lacking any features for fighting or killing.

The Slaughter Tower is like a pure fighting game, and it has no settings for giving monsters flowers to increase their affection.

The abilities of the three towers are mutually independent and isolated.

These common facts, which all bunker citizens already knew, naturally could not become "top-secret files."

It shouldn't even have appeared here.

The reason this file truly became top-secret is these final three sentences.

[We still do not know how Wen Zhaohua accomplished this, or if anyone else can do it. The rules of the three towers seem to be misaligned.]

[The monsters of the Slaughter Tower were actually driven by him, and what shocked us even more is that, in the Desire Tower where killing is forbidden—]

[He slaughtered everyone on an entire floor of the three-tower people!]

(End of chapter)