Counterfeit Hero

As the fire on the bedsheet was extinguished, the alarm stopped, and the sprinkler gradually lessened. The prison returned to calm. No one noticed that in the few seconds when the fire alarm sounded, two signal lights, one red and one green, on the cell door lit up simultaneously. It indicated that the automatic door had detected a circuit fault and triggered the alarm, but it was covered by the fire alarm. Fatty took this opportunity to take over the alarm circuit with the controller.

Rex and Tou’er and others watched Fatty in shock. They never knew that the Fatty in the same cell had made a hole in the corner of the wall at some unknown time. They also didn’t know what this madman, who dared to tamper with the prison’s circuit, wanted to do! They could only watch in a daze as Fatty inserted a small iron piece, which had been prepared long ago, into the lock of the cell door. Then, he rudely dismantled the sensor on the cell door.

The sensor was connected to the entire prison control system. Since the alarm circuit had been cut off, when Tou’er and the Doctor watched Fatty savagely connect a black box and a game controller to the control system’s data line, the expected alarm did not sound. On the contrary, the Doctor noticed that after a series of tense beeps from the black box, which resembled a data swapper, a green light lit up. That meant Fatty had successfully controlled a part of the system!

The bell signaling the end of the recreation period soon rang again, and a few minutes later, the cell doors slowly closed. The Doctor again noticed that the cell door of the D2 cell was not completely closed. The lock was stuck by the small iron piece inserted by Fatty, and the alarm did not sound. The Doctor glanced at the switch in the corner and seemed to understand something vaguely.

This Fatty had a plan and premeditation all along. What does he want to do?

Everything seemed so bizarre.

Watching Fatty, who was holding a game controller with an excited and lewd expression, the Doctor felt a chill down his spine.

A minute later, with a creaking sound, the main door of the cell block opened. A flurry of dense footsteps approached, and heavily armed prison guards, like a pack of red-eyed mad dogs, lined up in several long columns and rushed into the ground floor hall.

The guards had been driven insane by this sudden riot. Amidst William’s roar, they quickly controlled every corridor and staircase. Outside every cell, there was a guard aiming a gun, as if ready for a massacre at any moment!