My Cellular Prison

Chapter 4 The Hanged Youth

What Han Dong did not know was this.

　　Even though they had successfully escaped back to the Holy City, the group of people on the carriage were not in a good situation.

　　Due to the fact that during their escape, they had witnessed up close and personal the look of the monster chasing them ...... Even though they were wearing 'goggles', some odd dark lines had appeared around their eyes.

　　They had no time to worry about the body bags now and headed full speed to the 'chapel' for a week-long buck.

　　......

　　The dank, dark alleyway.

　　A human head was moving slowly inside.

　　"The architecture leans towards nineteenth-century Europe, but the giant walls, which are a hundred metres high, and the high-rise buildings in the city are out of keeping with that era.

　　In addition, there are magical powers and strange creatures in this world that I do not understand ...... is also an important factor affecting the development of science."

　　What Han Dong has seen so far is only the tip of the iceberg of this world, or even less ...... inferences are not necessarily correct.

　　It is just that Han Dong would be excited by these novelties, and even have a certain madness ...... desperate to understand this world, to understand the scientific system here.

　　"As a matter of urgency, we still have to find an ordinary human body and try to understand it slowly from the very bottom ...... of course, we also have to properly explore the way to return to the original world."

　　In fact, as far as Han Dong's situation was concerned, there was nothing worth hanging on to for his original world, except for a few National Natural Fund projects that had yet to be completed.

　　His parents passed away during his childhood and he was brought up by his grandfather, who died peacefully when his PhD defence was completed.

　　In addition, the 'research projects' that required his company day and night, plus the small circle in the college, meant that Han Dong had no so-called 'lovers'.

　　I remember the bouquets of flowers that filled the ward were also sent by the students.

　　But he didn't like dealing with students and would have spent all his time in class on cytology research if the school hadn't forced the issue.

　　Unattached, he died in the throes of cancer.

　　On confirming his rebirth, Han Dong's first reaction was not how to find a way to return to his original world, but rather the excitement of being in a new world full of all kinds of unknowns.

　　He wanted to 'explore' and wanted to 'research'.

　　At present, he is in an area close to the city walls.

　　It is a residential area for the commoners, with a large number of apartment-style buildings lined up closely to make use of the land, mainly made of red brick, with copper veneer, vaulted ceilings and mostly diamond-shaped glass mosaic windows.

　　Due to the adhesion of the mycelial tentacles.

　　Han Dong's head could easily crawl on the vertical walls and peer through the windows to observe the interior of the rooms.

　　After a period of observation, there was a big suspicion.

　　"Strange ...... how come most of them are middle-aged and old people, or children under ten years old, and the young people are almost all out of the house?"

　　"Is it possible that the young people have all been forcibly conscripted?

　　From what I know so far, it seems that the humans who are in the Holy City are under the threat of a 'monster' and have to stay within the city walls ......

　　The possibility of civilian youths being forcibly conscripted is high, what about rich families?"

　　Han Dong intended to take advantage of the night and lean towards the inner part of the city, heading for the rich and noble homes with their ornate décor to look for 'targets'.

　　If he could become a rich family's son directly through physical occupation, he would be able to save himself the trouble of winning many things.

　　But there is a certain risk involved.

　　The 'soldiers' you meet on the way back to the city can spot Han Dong lurking in the grass from at a glance while travelling at high speed ...... If you meet such people again in the city, you are likely to be spotted again.

　　The flesh must be found as soon as possible.

　　Just as Han Dong was fleeing the dark alley and trying to make a stealthy diversion, he suddenly made a discovery.

　　Between the scattered buildings, a 'redundant' empty space had appeared due to a design problem.

　　It happened to be located at the back of the surrounding buildings and could only be reached through the dirty, rat-infested alleyways between the buildings ...... so it was hardly ever visited.

　　In the middle of the overgrown clearing grows a rather large and heavily branched oak tree.

　　Unluckily.

　　The oak tree has a young man 'dangling' from one of its thick branches.

　　Sticking to the shadows, Han Dong's head slowly moved to the lower end of the corpse and observed it up close.

　　There was no sign of life left in the youth.

　　A head of fluffy brown hair was paired with a pair of 'beautiful' aquamarine eyes that bulged outwards from the pain of suffocation causing them to fill with blood.

　　Dressed in a rather coarse and skimpy linen shirt and a pair of slightly oversized linen trousers.

　　The leather shoes were stained with mud, one of which had fallen off due to frantic stomping in the pain, and only one of which was still on the foot.

　　Han Dong also noticed that the youth appeared to be wearing some sort of black bracelet on his wrist.

　　"The age was between 16 and 20 years old, and the hands did not have any calluses, which at least indicates that the youth should not have been engaged in any physical work ...... The yellowed and wasted body was clearly the result of a deficiency of exotic amino acids ...... from even from a poor family that could not even reach basic sustenance?

　　Occupying such flesh might be a bit of a problem in the future.

　　But it's also the safest way to go."

　　Han Dong suddenly closed his eyes.

　　Conducting a comprehensive analysis on the information he had obtained so far, he considered it from the perspective of fundamental interests and safety.

　　A decision was finally made.

　　In a world filled with a large amount of unknown dangers, being prudent was not the best way to act.

　　Such a precious opportunity to be reborn, moreover, Han Dong spent seven whole years in prison to find this unique head.

　　Without being familiar with the Holy City and with the internal guards' perceptions surpassing those of ordinary people to a certain extent, it was not worth the risk he took.

　　"According to the 'weight value' setting, it should be possible to raise the upper limit of the weight value in some way.

　　When the time comes, go ahead and choose a better body.

　　For now, borrowing this civilian body for the time being will somehow save some of the trouble of 'possible exposure' instead."

　　Climbing onto the corpse.

　　The moment the head made contact with the corpse's skin, similar to the situation in the prison, information about the corpse immediately surfaced in Han Dong's consciousness.

　　"Valen Nicolas, dead, without any disease. Physical quality is below the average for an ordinary human being, is it to be occupied?

　　Yes.

　　Skin bordering.

　　The tentacles, which grew at the mouth of Han Dong's neck, burrowed into the young man's body wherever there were 'holes' and took over his entire body.

　　Vital signs activated!

　　The twine around the neck is removed.

　　Poof!

　　The bottom of his feet are only a metre above the ground.

　　However, landing from such a height caused Han Dong's body to lean forward off-balance and almost fell to the ground.

　　"This physical fitness is too poor, isn't it?"

　　Such a body was completely incomparable to the flesh in the prison ...... Han Dong still remembered the first 'retarded' flesh body occupied by him, the speed and power of the punch was really comfortable.

　　However.

　　This youth's punch was soft and weak, and if it hit a slightly hard object, it was highly likely to break the entire arm.

　　"Drip, drip, drip ......"

　　Suddenly, the clockwork bracelet on his wrist vibrated slightly.

　　The precise clockwork timer displayed a numerical message.

　　"One hour countdown?"

　　His intuition told Han Dong that the young man's suicide might not have come from his family or his own factors, but was related to the clockwork bracelet's countdown.