The 34th floor was very big. Shen Yue roughly looked around and had a feeling that it was huge.
It was so huge that Shen Yue spent half an hour trying to find her bedroom without any success. Instead, she discovered 23 functional rooms and 5 equipment rooms.
Shen Yue wandered on the 34th floor. When the prison guard from another building came over with a manual, he finally found the missing Shen Yue and took her to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, there was a bed with a pure gold nameplate carved with Shen Yue's name hanging over it.
Shen Yue estimated that the bedroom occupied about 100 square meters, but apart from the bed by the window and a round wooden table opposite the bed, the rest of the space was empty without anything else installed.
Guard No.14 put the thick stack of manuals he was holding down on the round wooden table. He also put down a piece of paper and a pen, with the familiar smile still hanging from the corner of his mouth. "You can write down anything you need on the paper. I will fulfill your requests within one day after receiving them. If there is any delay due to the helicopter, I will also let you know."
Shen Yue looked at the paper without saying anything. Guard No.14 understood her intention. He bent down slightly, "Then I'll leave first. Look forward to seeing you next time."
The noisy thing finally left. Shen Yue picked up the book with the red cover on top and flipped it open. This was the manual for Building No.2.
The first page read: Building No.2 is attached to Building No.1 and is divided into Protectors and Assassins. Assassins and Protectors belong to different factions. Killing someone from the opposing faction will earn a reward of 1 million yuan, but accidentally killing someone from your own faction will require compensation of 5 million yuan.
Note:
1. After becoming a Protector or Assassin, you must keep your ID card safe. Building No.2 inmates who have their identity exposed will lose their value. (See p.2 for details)
2. Once you choose to become a dog for Building No.1 inmates, when your owner leaves, the dog must also leave. A dog can only have one owner in its lifetime. (See p.10 for details)
3. Building No.2's resources are distributed unevenly. The higher the floor an inmate is on, the more benefits they can get. Please work hard to serve Building No.1 or improve your prison building floor through floor battles. (See p.15-38 for details)
4....
There were many more precautions below, but Shen Yue chose to look at the second one first.
Building No.2 inmates can become dogs for Building No.1? No wonder Li Feng's expression changed when he heard she was from Building No.1.
Page ten read: All Building No.2 inmates have a chip implanted in their chest when they enter the prison, controlled by their ID card for stability.
Once determined to become someone's dog, bring your ID card close to your owner's earpiece to transfer chip control.
This is equivalent to handing over your life completely to another person.
This was the information about the dog identity in Building No.2. There was also information on the Protector and Assassin identities.
These two identities were more simple and crude.
Everything in this prison revolved around the people detained in Building No.1. The Assassins' job was to assassinate Building No.1 inmates while the Protectors protected them.
After each successful assassination and protection job, corresponding monetary rewards could be obtained.
Logically, in this closed prison, the importance of money should have been weakened, but due to the uneven distribution of resources, the role of money was highlighted instead.
Without money, your life in prison would be worse than that of pigs and dogs. Even if you died in some corner, it would just be a cleanup job for the guards. In this isolated place, an inmate dying apart from Building No.1 would not matter much.
However, with money, you could live a life trampling on other inmates.
After reading for a while, Shen Yue roughly understood the implicit threats hiding amidst the bright facade of Building No.1. But even so, Building No.1 still had the best living conditions out of all the buildings.
At least there was no worry about food and drink.
The manuals for Building No.2 to Building No.8 had cover colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple.
And under those 7 manuals, Shen Yue found a gold manual belonging to Building No.1.
Unlike the other manuals with dozens or hundreds of pages, Building No.1's manual only had one sentence:
[As long as you can still create value and still have value, you can live in Building No.1. Building No.1 is not constrained by rules and can even create rules. All your requests can be fulfilled by Guard No.14. Wish you a pleasant stay.]
Shen Yue closed the manual and started calculating when this game she and her sister were playing would yield results. She couldn't die before seeing the outcome.
When she had calculated halfway, Shen Yue suddenly heard the patter of slippers being dragged on the ground from outside her door.
The sound stopped outside her door, then she heard an unfamiliar language in one ear, and understandable words in the other.
"So you are my new cellmate. Just now I thought it was those kids from Floor 1 coming to borrow the toilet again since theirs is clogged."
This princess cellmate was standing right outside Shen Yue's door, but Shen Yue could still hear her words clearly.
This translator seemed to not only have translation capabilities, but could also amplify a person's voice to some extent.
After all, as long as a language was identified by the earpiece, it would be translated and played back in Shen Yue's ear at a constant volume.
Shen Yue nodded slightly at the princess, not intending to converse further, her eyes still staring at the gold manual in her hand.
"Looking at that manual is useless. Floor 1 is not as comfortable as you think. Oh right, it's lunchtime. Shall we go to the cafeteria together for lunch? Although you can order meals to be delivered, I don't recommend doing that on your first day at Floor 1. No one can guarantee if the person delivering your food is an Assassin or not. If they put poison in your food, that would be troublesome."
Shen Yue had not intended to bother with the princess initially, but what the princess just said changed her mind.
She had to survive, so she needed to figure out Building No.1's way of survival first.
Shen Yue put down the manual in her hand and probed the princess tentatively, "Thank you for inviting me, but how can I ensure you don't want to kill me?"
Upon hearing this, the princess showed no sign of anger either. She stretched out her hand to scratch her back indifferently and replied, "If you believe me, I can tell you that Building No.1 inmates will not harm each other. Even if someone has to be killed, they will be taken out of Building No.1 first before being killed. In other words, as long as you are still in Building No.1, you will absolutely not be harmed by other Building No.1 inmates. "
Shen Yue nodded gently. "Thank you."
Only then did the princess show some surprise. "You believe me?"
Shen Yue shook her head honestly. "Not completely, but I remembered what you said. I will verify it over the next few days."
Only then did a hint of genuine smile creep into the corners of the princess's eyes. "I like your personality. I'm Massa Agrichisuortlana Kliuka. You can call me Aunt Massa."
Shen Yue stared at this self-proclaimed aunt beauty and said, "You look around my age. I don't want to call you aunt."
"Hahahahaha, you're such an interesting roommate. Then just call me Massa. I've already told you my name, what's yours?"
"My name is Shen Yue."
Massa fished out a hair tie from somewhere and tied up her messy hair. Her previously flashy face instantly became elegant.
"Little Yue, shall we go to the cafeteria for a meal? I heard they shipped in a bluefin tuna today."
Upon hearing that, Shen Yue frowned. She felt it was just as expected and said, "I don't eat seafood."
"Why? Do you have any religious beliefs?"
"No, it's not that. I just feel that if the excretions from people in this prison are all dumped into nearby waters, can't the marine life there be considered self-production and self-consumption?"
"......I don't feel as much like eating tuna anymore either. Let's go eat something else."
