Chapter 18

"Hey, I say you're quite a nuisance, huh? You got locked up on your first day here."

Seeing Qin Feng following behind him, Li Tianyuan, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, laughed. However, this laugh immediately pulled at the wounds on his face, causing him to curse in pain: "When I get out, I won't let Nie Yuanlong off, damn it, just because his family has a few stinky bucks?"

"You have to get out first to take revenge; talking too much is useless." Qin Feng lowered his voice and asked, "Boss Li, why do you seem so afraid of being locked up? Isn't it more comfortable than running?"

"Hey, aren't you usually a quiet guy? Why are you speaking up this time?"

Since entering the juvenile detention center, although Qin Feng would answer any questions, he had never initiated a conversation. This sudden questioning surprised Li Tianyuan, who turned around to scrutinize Qin Feng's face.

"Whispering about what? Don't talk." The guard, hearing the voices from behind, turned around and scolded them.

"Kid, let me tell you, being locked up means you have food and drink, but the feeling... sigh, you'll know when you get in there. Don't go crazy."

After hearing the guard's words, Li Tianyuan shrank his neck, lowering his voice even more, and a look of fear appeared on his face, clearly indicating that he had been locked up before.

"Alright, go in, reflect well, and reform seriously..."

Under the guard's lead, the three arrived at a very old building. The door was opened, revealing a long corridor. On the right side of the corridor were over ten thick iron doors. After the corridor's door was closed, the entire building became abnormally quiet.

When the guard opened the inner iron door, Qin Feng, illuminated by the corridor's lights, saw that the space inside was about three square meters, with no windows, no bed, and not even a place for toileting, just a bucket in the corner.

"It's just one day, right? No one will bother you, perfect."

Seeing the conditions of the isolation cell, Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and walked straight in, sitting down. When the iron door was closed, the room instantly became pitch black, completely isolated from any light.

"Hmm? Why do I feel anxious?"

Qin Feng suddenly realized that after the thick iron door was closed, it felt like he had entered another space. There was no light, no sound, and a sense of loneliness instantly overwhelmed him, completely beyond his control.

Qin Feng didn't know that being locked up was not as simple as he thought. This punishment method is a significant psychological test. According to psychologists, humans are social beings. When completely immersed in darkness, the loneliness that arises can lead to various hallucinations.

In American prisons, even the most inhumane criminals, after being locked up for more than seven days, would cry and beg for mercy, becoming as docile as lambs. Every qualified American special agent must be able to endure more than ten days of isolation before being sent on missions.

"I am not alone, I still have my sister!"

Qin Feng, sitting cross-legged on the ground, roared at the small cell.

After the shout, the feeling of loneliness was significantly reduced. Thinking of his sister, whose fate was unknown and whereabouts unknown, Qin Feng's resolve strengthened. He was determined to escape from here!

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Qin Feng took a deep breath and began to practice the family martial arts technique taught by Liu Zimo. After a moment, a "gurgling" sound came from his abdomen, and a small, egg-sized object protruded from his skin.

Following Qin Feng's will, the protruding object moved around his body like a small mouse. Wherever it went, Qin Feng felt a surge of heat, and the coldness in the isolation cell was completely dispelled.

This time, although the killing had landed Qin Feng in trouble, it had significantly advanced his practice of the Eight Extremes Fist, which he had practiced for five years without interruption.

Originally, Qin Feng could only feel a faint trace of internal energy but could not control it to move within his body or use it to attack. He was in the stage of nurturing, and to achieve the level where his qi could follow his will, he would need at least ten more years of hard work in the Eight Extremes Fist.

However, Qin Feng didn't expect that in the struggle between life and death, his internal energy had not only grown stronger but could also move around his body under his control. Actions in the Eight Extremes Fist that he couldn't perform before could now be easily executed without any hindrance.

"Huh? I'm so stupid, why didn't I use this internal energy to protect myself when I was being beaten?"

After the internal energy circled his body, Qin Feng suddenly realized that his arms and back felt cool, and the injuries he had sustained were almost negligible. This made him very happy.

Qin Feng was still a teenager, and the interesting things happening in his body immediately distracted him. He completely immersed himself in the internal energy, entering a meditative state and ignoring the lunch delivered at noon the next day.

"Xiao Li, is your method working? That kid didn't eat lunch. If something happens, I'll be in trouble with you!"

In the duty room of the detention center, Hu Baoguo, with his big eyes, glared at Li Fan, somewhat displeased.

After hearing about Qin Feng's actions, he specifically reviewed Qin Feng's file, which shocked him, especially the photos of the deceased, which made even the old war hero Hu Baoguo feel a chill.

Although Hu Baoguo didn't understand psychology, he had suffered from battle syndrome after returning from the Vietnam War, a condition caused by excessive nervous stimulation after killing. It tormented him for over two years, even leading him to consider suicide.

During those two years, Hu Baoguo often recalled the bloody battles, as if he were still in the midst of the war. He frequently dreamed of leading a battalion in an assault on the enemy's defenses, watching his comrades fall one by one. He had woken up from these nightmares many times, even kicking his wife out of bed on several occasions.

Therefore, Hu Baoguo was also afraid that Qin Feng might have an accident. If isolation triggered unpleasant memories and changed his personality, causing more trouble, Hu Baoguo's position as director would be at risk.

"Director, shall we... release him now?"

Li Fan was also hesitant. Looking at his watch, there were still over three hours before Qin Feng was to be released. He wanted to see if Qin Feng would break his facade after being in the isolated space for over twenty hours.

In fact, Li Fan had misunderstood Qin Feng. Although Qin Feng didn't want to draw attention, he had been living independently with his sister since the age of seven, experiencing the coldness of the world. Even if he couldn't reach the level of indifference to external events, the indifferent expression on his face was genuine, not an act.

"Alright, release Qin Feng. Talk to him again and tell him to report to the guard immediately if he encounters such situations in the future..."

Hu Baoguo thought for a moment and added, "Also, don't keep Li Tianyuan locked up anymore. He was beaten badly yesterday. Damn it, I was fine in the army, but now I have to manage a bunch of brats. What a pain!"

As he spoke, Hu Baoguo became increasingly agitated. Although he was over fifty, his temper was still as fiery as when he was young. He reached for the cup on the table, intending to throw it, but stopped when he realized it was the last one in the office.

Seeing the director's anger, Li Fan quietly slipped out. Sometimes the old man was like a woman in menopause, often bursting into anger. Li Fan didn't want to provoke him.

"Damn, you little brat, you're full of ideas but lack the ability to do anything. You just cause trouble."

Hu Baoguo stood up and walked to the playground of the juvenile detention center. He had a gunshot wound and couldn't sit for long, so he spent more time in the various cells and on the playground than in the office.

When Hu Baoguo wandered to the northeast corner of the playground, where there was a vegetable garden, the old farmer who was bending over to cut leeks straightened up and said with a smile, "Director Hu, are you taking a walk?"

"Ah, Master, what... what are you doing?"

Hu Baoguo looked around, seeing no one paying attention, and slipped through the small gate at the end of the wire fence. He looked at the old farmer with a furrowed face and said, "Master, you're old. Why not come to my house and enjoy life? Did my wife give you a hard time?"

As Hu Baoguo spoke, his expression was very cautious, constantly observing the old farmer's reaction. Fortunately, everyone in the facility knew that Director Hu liked to chat with the old farmer, or they would have been shocked by his gentle words and expression.

"My wife is fine. If she dares to bully you, I'll break your legs."

Upon hearing Hu Baoguo's words, the old farmer, who had been smiling, suddenly seemed to change, his speech resembling that of the director in the office.

Of course, if we follow normal logic, the director's habit of calling himself "laozi" (old man) was likely learned from the old farmer.

Seeing his master's stern face, Hu Baoguo quickly became cautious and said, "Master, I wouldn't dare. Isn't it filial to take care of you? You've been here for half your life, don't you want to change your environment?"

"No, I have food, drink, and entertainment here. Only a fool would want to change."

The old man looked at Hu Baoguo and suddenly beckoned him with his finger, saying, "Come here, I have something to tell you. Lean in..."

Just as Hu Baoguo and his mysterious master were talking, the thick door of Qin Feng's isolation cell was opened from the outside.

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PS: Second update, a reminder for recommendations!

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