Wen Xishu suddenly wanted to laugh.
He thought of a certain joke, maybe the big villain had also transmigrated, blocking all the protagonist's escape routes from the start.
Originally, death followed by transmigration turned into transmigration followed by death.
Don't get a new account.
Due to the requirement from above to execute the death penalty quickly, Wen Xishu couldn't eat his last meal at a leisurely pace.
He was first taken to the injection room, then handcuffed and fed by the bailiff.
Wen Xishu highly advised against having compressed biscuits with cola because the biscuits themselves were filling, and so was the cola.
He felt quite uncomfortable, especially since the bailiff was feeding him quickly.
Yet at this moment, Wen Xishu found the situation quite interesting.
After all, no living person had experienced what he was going through.
After the meal, his body shifted from sitting to lying down. The court staff asked,
"Do you want to listen to a song?"
This was part of the lethal injection process—besides the last meal, there was also the "execution song" to ensure the condemned had a pleasant mood before dying.
"Sure, play Zhou Xingchi's 'Shaolin Kung Fu is Good'," Wen Xishu said.
The court staffer was confused and said,
"Sorry, the song you mentioned is not included in the Bunker Music Library. But after you die, we will try our best to find it."
Wen Xishu showed a disappointed expression:
"What a boring world."
Clearly, the other party also wanted to end their work quickly, so they selected a piece of light music fitting the current situation, "Displaced Person."
The staff began the procedure:
"The first injection is an anesthetic; you will quickly lose consciousness."
"The second injection is a muscle relaxant. By this time, you'll actually already be asleep."
"The third injection is potassium chloride; you will die within thirty to sixty seconds."
"We will determine if you are dead based on your heart rate and pupil changes."
The law enforcement officer from the Bunker Security Bureau prepared to connect the injection pump to Wen Xishu's vein.
Wen Xishu's heart beat faster.
Years of courting death had made his thoughts extremely agile at this moment.
"Once I fall asleep, it means a boxed meal. I need to find a way to survive before falling asleep."
"The key information right now seems to be the heinous crimes of the Wen Family."
"The crimes of the Wen Family are severe enough to implement extermination in this world, which at least on the surface emphasizes human rights."
"But there is something very strange here."
"The new regulations do not allow me to exercise, yet they haven't deprived me of the right to exercise under the old regulations."
"They denied my request to explore the Deceit Tower, but they really waited until I turned eighteen to execute the death penalty."
"The staff used the word 'tolerant,' meaning minors who commit heinous crimes can be sentenced to death."
"However, even after I turned eighteen, they didn't immediately execute me but waited for a long time."
"This is unreasonable. For some reason... they are intentionally delaying my death."
"Also, that agent was very concerned about my mental state."
Wen Xishu quickly had a certain guess.
Logic told him that besides himself, there was another person from the Wen Family still alive—a person who committed astonishing crimes.
This person's importance far exceeded his own or any other Wen Clan Members.
And it was very likely that he held clues about this person.
Therefore, the higher-ups in the Bunker had not killed him.
But his previous madness made it difficult to provide useful clues, which exhausted the patience of the higher-ups, deciding to execute him.
Thinking of this, a name indeed appeared in his mind.
"Wait, stop the injection."
The law enforcement officer's actions did not stop as they tied a rubber band around Wen Xishu's wrist.
They were very skilled; it was very normal for prisoners to make various requests at this time, all to delay; ignoring them was the norm.
Death is terrifying, but the wait and agony before death are even more terrifying.
The court officer said,
"If you want to add anything to your will, please do so quickly. The law enforcement officer will not stop."
Wen Xishu looked up:
"I have clues about Wen Chaohua."
Time seemed to stop.
The moment that name was mentioned, everyone's actions stopped.
The expressions on the two armed police officers' faces stiffened, and the court staff's eyes widened instantly.
Wen Chaohua.
The most heinous criminal of the Bunker Era, enough to go down in history.
It could be said that the Wen Family's villains shared eight parts of the evil; Wen Chaohua alone took one part, and the others owed two parts.
At the same time, he was Wen Xishu's elder brother; they were brothers by blood.
The court staff immediately signaled for the death penalty to be stopped:
"This is too important; I need to consult my superiors."
He immediately asked again,
"Your behavior today is quite surprising; your madness.. seems to have improved a lot?"
Wen Xishu cleverly replied:
"Either I'm going mad, or I am temporarily sane."
Memory is a very interesting thing.
The phrase "pulling on a thread" is particularly suitable for the realm of memory.
With the help of thinking and reasoning, he recalled Wen Chaohua.
And once he remembered Wen Chaohua, he simultaneously recalled something even more important.
"Xishu, I'm about to go on a long trip. Before I leave, let me give you a gift, brother."
"This is something that can upend the Three Tower Game. It allows you to experience a completely different Three Tower Game."
"Remember, all known rules cannot bind us. In the future, we brothers will meet again, but I hope it won't be in the Bunker."
This memory happened before the Wen Family's downfall.
With the emergence of memory, a peculiar scene appeared in Wen Xishu's mind.
"Wow, so the standard cheat for transmigrators really exists."
Despite saying that, his expression was not optimistic because he could not shout "Deep Blue Add Points" at this 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 confidentiality level of the policy documents on the desk, the person answering the phone was of high rank and authority.
"He has clues about Wen Chaohua?"
"Yes, sir, Wen Xishu is very clear-headed right now. I think we might try a re-interrogation." The person on the other end of the phone said respectfully.
The man next to the desk said,
"Interrogate immediately, and this time, we must extract clues about Wen Chaohua."
Previously, every interrogation had yielded nothing because of Wen Xishu's madness.
This time, perhaps fear of death had finally made this Wen family "madman" clear-headed.
The senior official was evidently excited, pacing back and forth.
Wen Chaohua signified immense political achievement, but he didn't care about achievements.
Capturing Wen Chaohua for committing "crimes against humanity" was not for justice.
He quickly found a document in the safe, with the highest confidentiality level.
[File No. 0112, Confidentiality Level: Top Secret.]
The contents of the file were as follows:
[In the Slaughter Tower, people can obtain various combat tools and combat sequences.]
[However, once transferred to the Desire Tower, they cannot use any sequences or tools from the Slaughter Tower.]
[Entering the Desire Tower will turn people back into ordinary human beings; they cannot kill, nor can they exhibit violent behavior.]
[Vice versa. All sequences in the Desire Tower cannot be brought into the Slaughter Tower.]
[The independence of the Three Towers' abilities is an iron law, with no exceptions.]
The Desire Tower is like a love simulation galgame without the function of fighting and killing.
The Slaughter Tower is like a pure fighting game without the setting of sending flowers to monsters to gain favor.
The Three Towers' abilities are mutually independent and isolated.
These common knowledge that all Bunker citizens knew naturally could not be "top secret files."
They shouldn't even be here.
What truly made these files top secret were the last three sentences.
[We still do not know how Wen Chaohua did it, and whether others can do it. The rules of the Three Towers seem dislocated.]
[The monsters of the Slaughter Tower were actually driven by him, and more shockingly, in the Desire Tower where killing is prohibited—]
[He killed an entire floor of Three Tower People!]