I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 69 - 67 Are they all the same?

Looking at the answer to the third question, Jiang Xiao’s expression of suspicion deepened.

Although it seed to be almost correct,

he faintly felt that sothing was a little off...

"Oh! The problem is here."

He smacked his head abruptly, erased the exclamation mark, and replaced it with a period.

3. Who played the jade flute under the moon? (Company Commander Zhang Dabiao.)

"Hmm~"

Jiang Xiao nodded in satisfaction.

"It looks much more normal now."

Barrage: ...

[Normal like a pink bubble teapot?]

[Zhang Dabiao: Are you being polite?]

[Scar-faced: I never dreamt that I’d have this special skill...]

[Don’t even ntion it; just thinking about it makes feel uncomfortable.]

[You know nothing! Even n of steel have soft guts!]

[Exactly, now that I think about it, it seems totally possible.]

[Zhang Dabiao’s mustache is also very sexy, right?]

[Gosh, even as a weirdo, I feel out of place in your circle!]

[Aren’t you all worried about Jiang Xiao failing?]

[Worry? B*llshit!]

Having answered three questions correctly, Jiang Xiao felt increasingly confident～

4. The red sun first rises above the green sea. (I gotta confront him.)

5. Li Bai prepares to depart on a boat. (Send a cavalry regint.)

6. The rchant’s daughter unaware of her perishing country. (Ambush and sneak attack with a club.)

7. Turning with a smile, enchanting all around. (The handso youths from all around.)

8. Who knew what was in the dish, (Caliber 6.3.)

These were all the fill-in-the-blank questions; getting four correct ant passing.

Jiang Xiao wasn’t sure how the others did but felt pretty confident about passing.

Submit the answer sheet!

The deputy prison director collected the papers and nodded at Jiang Xiao.

"Your idea of not wasting the labor of prisoners was good but it violated the rules set by the Prison Director. I will report this truthfully; wait for the notification about the handling."

He now didn’t dare to speak harshly to Jiang Xiao considering he had managed to get three dangerous criminals to comply so easily.

Everyone wouldn’t believe he didn’t have skills to do so.

At that mont, everyone seed to recollect sothing and peeked into other live streams.

Jiang Xiao’s exam was about Dragon Country’s ancient poetry.

So, what were the chosen ones from other countries tested on?

Fortunately.

The Analog Horror did a decent job, at least the test was culturally tailored for each country.

From what could be seen, the tests for the other chosen ones weren’t difficult.

Jiang Xiao’s seed to be the hardest.

How hard should it be described?

High school students could probably handle it effortlessly, but college students not so much.

Like Jiang Xiao, most people from Dragon Country found the recent poetry both familiar and strange.

[Done for, worked too long, feels like my brain has gone silly.]

[Now my head is filled either with Zhang Dabiao or the handso youth.]

[I used to have so vague mory, now it’s totally gone because of Jiang Xiao.]

[Dude, why still call him Jiang Xiao? Change it to ’chief’!]

The deputy warden collected the exam papers and left, not grading them on the spot.

Before leaving, he didn’t make Jiang Xiao lock up the inmates of Block B.

He simply reminded him not to forget the afternoon labor of these inmates.

Zhen ili, Zhang Dabiao, and Scar-faced had complex looks in their eyes.

They indeed committed murders, knew repentance was redundant now, and were willing to accept all punishnts.

They had even prepared for death.

But they could not stand the darkness of life in Block B.

Before Jiang Xiao arrived, they didn’t know how long it had been since they last crossed that iron gate...

"What the hell are you looking at! Get moving, let see so human action!"

"YES!!!"

The three convicts got energized!

If they perford well, maybe they’d have more chances to go outside in the future.

They started drilling those resentful ones in Block A right away.

The other chosen ones from different countries were also performing quite well.

The temperant of the prisoners in Block A was much better than those in Block B, who would fight at the drop of a hat.

Moreover, with the chosen ones wearing warden uniforms, the prisoners naturally felt intimidated.

Most importantly, none of the chosen ones dared let the prisoners out, not even those from Block A.

They all worked through the bars, calling nas one by one.

Except for Jiang Xiao and Nai Zixue.

One relied on good work, the other on skilled labor.

But even Nai Zixue didn’t dare to let the people from Block B out.

...

Nai Zixue was currently sounding out the situation of the Block B trio from the inmates of Block A ...

Intuition told her that if this Kaidan followed the rules, things would probably end terribly!

That last ti at Split Hospital already deviated greatly.

This ti, eight stars, probably not far off.

"Did you say, they initially belonged to your Block A?"

Nai Zixue focused on a sowhat neurotic, la prisoner.

Nickna, Lay.

According to the cripple, he was one of the earliest inmates in Section A of Hengshui Prison.

Back then, Zhang Dabiao was also in Section A, and according to both Zhang Dabiao and the cripple, Zhen ili was in Section A too.

Nai Zixue’s delicate eyebrows furrowed.

So, then...

Was Zhang Dabiao transferred from Section A to Section B?

And Zhen ili was in Section A while Zhang Dabiao was there.

Doesn’t that an that Zhen ili was also transferred from Section A to Section B?

By that logic,

Scar-faced would have most likely moved from A to B too.

Why?

Aren’t prisoners supposed to be placed in sections based on the cris they committed at the ti of their incarceration?

Could it be that in Hengshui Prison, a cri can be upgraded?

Nai Zixue wanted to ask the cripple more about exactly what had happened.

But the cripple said he couldn’t rember clearly, he had forgotten...

Forgotten?

This issue should be quite important...

The people lurking in the Sakura live room quickly relayed this piece of information back to their own country.

...

Director Wang rubbed his brows as he lay back in his chair.

This information really held so substance, it could even be said to be the best hidden clue yet.

Three major criminals were transferred from A to B.

Why?

"Director Wang, would you like to use the hint now?"

"No, let’s not use it yet."

The hint wouldn’t be much help.

From Jiang Xiao’s past actions, he was just a psychotic sadistic brute.

And the cripple himself had forgotten what exactly had happened.

So, Director Wang had reason to believe that Zhang Dabiao might have forgotten the incidents too.

It was likely Jiang Xiao wouldn’t pry any useful information out of them.

Even if he told him, it wouldn’t be of much use.

It would just waste this one single opportunity for a reminder.

"Let’s wait a bit longer; Jiang Xiao is thriving anyway, we in Dragon Country are in no rush."

Indeed.

Not just thriving, he was absolutely flourishing!

prisoners in Section A had been trained to lose all their aggression.

Many even fell in love with the weary but internally fulfilling sensation of pleasure.

Their endorphins were being secreted~

There were no entertainnt programs in Hengshui Prison.

This intense exertion brought back their long-lost sense of satisfaction and thrill.

Though it sounds a bit twisted to say, it’s actually quite normal.

’Ding-ding-ding~ding-ding-ding~’

The prison bell rang, signaling lunchti.

"Ti to eat!"

At Jiang Xiao’s command,

All the prisoners neatly lined up and marched toward the dining hall.

The deputy Prison Director watched the surveillance footage with an odd look on his face.

It had to be said, this scene provided quite a visual shock.

Has our Hengshui Prison started implenting military-style managent?

This guy, he really does have a knack for managing prisoners.

"Hmm, while they’re eating, I’ll take so ti to grade these papers."

...

Hmm?

Sothing’s off.

Just after entering the cafeteria, Jiang Xiao’s brows furrowed.

What was this stench in the cafeteria?

"Hold on a second!"

Jiang Xiao stopped the chef who was about to serve the food.

"Lift the lid, let see what’s being cooked."

The sweaty, fat chef shrugged indifferently and showed Jiang Xiao the lunch nu—

Even a strand of armpit hair fell into the pot when he lifted the lid, not to ntion the sweat.

Absolutely disgusting.

"Sour cabbage fried with rotten radish, boiled stinky cabbage stump, and the staple is five-year-old moldy rice."

Wow, the dish nas and their freshness matched perfectly.

"You feedin’ the inmates this?"

"We’ve always eaten this here."

"Are you kidding ? If foreigners next door see this, they’ll think we can’t afford proper food!"

"N-n-no no no."

The chef grinned broadly as he explained.

"It’s the sa for everyone here; you have to eat this too."

I have to eat this too?!

"Cook a fresh pot! One pot per person! Switch to a small stove! Bloody hell, even the prisoners I captured during the war ate better than this! This crap, if word got out, you’d be violating the Geneva Convention!"

Although old Li opposes preferential treatnt for prisoners, he never suggested torturing them, did he?!!

Cook it again?

A separate stove?

What’s this newbie thinking?

The chef put down the charred ladle he was holding.