Chapter 3: Space-Time Teleportation

Lin Feng gazed at the pair of clear and pure eyes within the steel mask, a hint of fervor gradually emerging in his gaze. He set aside the "Death List" that contained Qin Lun's information and slowly approached the steam confinement device.

"Be quiet, as long as you understand, there is no need to speak it out loud; otherwise, your research work here will come to an end!" The middle-aged doctor with a doctorate cast a stern glance at his student

Lin Shao! Two bodyguards in black exchanged glances and stepped forward to position themselves between the steel monster and Lin Feng

What? The graduate student shuddered all over, his eyes revealing an expression of disbelief. "So, are you saying that every time Lin Feng comes, those suddenly deceased death row inmates are all..."

It has been almost a week since he was injected with a sedative by Nurse Xiao Lian. During this week, Qin Lun has encountered several prisoners wearing steam confinement devices while passing through this cellblock. In other words, this "prison" controlled by the federal military is likely holding more than just him, a murderer.

A gentle breeze swept through, and the spherical space-time domain in the Huaxia region, which had existed for hundreds of years, finally vanished, leaving behind only a circular pit with a diameter of several kilometers.

"How is that possible? The free particles have been in a dormant state all week; how could they suddenly become active?" The elderly chief engineer of the base, with white hair, widened his eyes in shock as he stared at the scene on the large screen

The two bodyguards in black turned their heads unnaturally. Having followed this young master for many years, they had become accustomed to certain perverse behaviors of their master. After all, the murderer was confined within the steam apparatus and was unlikely to cause any substantial harm to Lin Feng

The sound "whoosh!" signifies the niche architecture of the Federation 9 and Library 1 experimental base, seemingly reduced to a toy, rapidly flying towards the space-time portal. Even the underground portions of the structure were uprooted, carrying a large amount of soil and sand as they soared into the space-time portal

After engulfing everything around it, the vertically slit pupil-like space-time portal slowly closed, vanishing into the air. The expanding spherical space-time domain sharply contracted again, but it did not return to its original diameter of several hundred meters; instead, it directly shrank to a point, ultimately disappearing without a trace

Upon seeing the crescent-shaped blade, the clear eyes behind the steel mask finally exhibited a hint of fluctuation, shimmering with an inexplicable and complex radiance

What is this? The elderly doctor, with his hair white as snow, exclaimed in astonishment, yet his eyes betrayed an undeniable excitement. For a scientist like him, to hear the truth in the morning is worth dying by evening! His passion for exploring the mysteries of the universe far surpasses his concern for his own life

Allowing Lin Feng to enter Area 91 has already violated the base regulations A middle-aged doctor with a doctorate pushed up his glasses and said helplessly Who let him be the only son of General Lin General Lin is the military representative of Area 91, controlling the budget allocation of the base, and we cannot afford to offend him Inform the guards in the prison area to anesthetize Qin Lun and put him in a steam confinement device

Inside the small brocade pouch lies a crescent-shaped black dagger, resembling half of a pair of scissors. The blade of the dagger is as thick as a paper cutter, and the spine features a row of sharp serrations, akin to the fine teeth of a piranha. The handle lacks a proper leather grip, but the end does have a steel ring that fits perfectly over the thumb, similar to a ninja's shuriken.

The face of the handsome man appeared before the prisoner on the website https://m.hetushu.com.

With a whoosh, before the two senior officials at the base could issue their orders, a pitch-black crack appeared on the large screen of the control center, resembling the vertical pupil of a monster, within the spherical area. The vertical pupil slowly stretched to both sides, and an oval-shaped orange-yellow portal emerged before everyone's eyes

"General, the space-time rift is about to appear..." a programmer at the console exclaimed nervously

Having finished speaking, the young man reached for Qin Lun's "Death List," turned around, and walked straight out of the room, heading directly towards the prison area, with two bodyguards in black silently following behind him

The activity of free particles has reached a historic high level, and there seem to be signs of expansion in the realm of spacetime

In the corridor of the cell block, guards often pass by, and some new inmates join the ranks of the residents. Qin Lun originally thought that the death sentence had been unexpectedly postponed, as he was transferred to another prison. However, it soon became clear that the murderer overturned this judgment, as the guards occasionally passing through the cell block did not resemble prison wardens at all

Gazing at Qin Lun's three-inch holographic projection, a hint of fervor appeared in the young man's eyes

At last, I have met you, the murderer Qin Lun

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"There is no time left, there is no time left..." The elderly chief engineer gazed at the large screen, murmuring to himself.

Qin Lun leaned against the wall, his expression calm as he gazed through the small window at the outside. He was in a single prison cell of over ten square meters, with a fist-sized window on the steel door and walls made entirely of alloy steel. The room contained only a foldable single bed mounted on the steel wall and a composite material toilet with a washbasin.

The psychological report submitted to the police indicates that this may be due to the step-parents, as well as the male caregiver from the children's welfare institution, being killed while Qin Lun was holding a sharp pair of scissors. The indelible psychological trauma from childhood has turned the single blade of scissors into both a protective tool for the murderer and a weapon for killing.

Oh, by the way, I brought you a gift for our meeting!" Lin Feng slapped his forehead and pulled out a small silk pouch from the inner pocket of his suit, unfolding it layer by layer. "Look, I replaced the murder weapon you used with this one from the evidence room of the Handan police. This item is made from extraterrestrial iron fused with those murder tools! Isn't it a work of art? It's beautiful, isn't it?" This item is made from extraterrestrial iron fused with those murder tools! Isn't it a work of art? It's beautiful, isn't it?

Meanwhile, on the large screen of the control center in Zone 91, a vast area of free particles suddenly illuminated the spherical region, contracting towards the center. A small sun ignited at the core, and a noticeable spatial collapse occurred within the spherical area

"Enough, I know more about Qin Lun than you do!" The young man impatiently waved his hand, interrupting the middle-aged man's words, "Quickly arrange it for me, I can't wait to see him!"

Puff, puff! A strange sound echoed through the corridor of the cell block

These guards, dressed in federal military uniforms and wielding standard particle beam rifles, exude an unmistakable air of toughness in their movements. Clearly, they are not ordinary prison guards, but rather resemble regular federal soldiers

"Doctor's degree, how much time do we have left to transport the prisoners through the space-time rift!" The general beside him changed his expression and turned to ask.

Your existence is truly remarkable, you are simply a born star. I have collected everything about you, news, briefings, insider information... I even bribed a police officer to obtain copies of the crime scene photos, which are my most valued collection

Qin Lun's methods of murder are extremely bloody and brutal, and he has used many different murder tools. The bodies of the victims are usually dismembered and dissected. Among the various dismemberment tools, the murderer particularly favors using various types of disassembled single-blade scissors.

"Do not be anxious, Qin Lun, it will surely belong to you!" Lin Fengzhi nodded in satisfaction, rewrapping the black blade and placing it back into the inner pocket of his suit.

The elites of the club know nothing; they only see you as a murderous maniac. Only I can truly appreciate your 'performance art.' You will become my ace, and then in the death tournament, you will bring me the glory of victory.

What?! Both the old doctor and the general were taken aback at the same time

Qin Lun's expression shifted slightly; he was very familiar with this sound, the footsteps of the steam confinement device. It seemed that there was an additional heavyweight resident here.

A sinister smile gradually appeared on Lin Feng's face

Qin Lun woke up in a daze, with a faint sense of dizziness lingering in his mind. He moved his hands and feet, only to find that his body felt unusually heavy, as if he had been fitted with a steam confinement device, and his ability to move was restricted, leaving him only able to stand still in place

Through the ventilation window, Qin Lun could see a row of identical cells in the distance, of which only some were occupied by prisoners. He quickly noticed that most of these inmates were as taciturn as he was, and the entire cell block appeared to be enveloped in a profound silence

The middle-aged doctor glanced around and softly said to his most valued student, "Lin Feng has organized a death tournament for the elite and wealthy, where top contenders like Qin Lun and the bookish murderer are the star participants."

Please arrange for me to see him in person

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"Lin Shao, this is... too dangerous!" A middle-aged man in a white coat behind the young man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with difficulty, "Don’t be fooled by Qin Lun’s current appearance; he has schizophrenia and harbors another murderous personality within him..."

In a spacious monitoring room, several individuals in white lab coats were accompanying a handsome young man as they observed the three-dimensional projection of Qin Lun. The young man was dressed extravagantly, exuding an air of arrogance, with a faint, almost imperceptible smirk at the corner of his mouth, which made him stand out starkly from the surrounding researchers in white lab coats

"Get lost!" Lin Feng angrily pushed away the black-clad bodyguard in front of him, spreading his arms wide as he embraced the steam confinement device, gently rubbing his face against the steel mask while murmuring softly.

The spherical spacetime domain is located directly above the base of Area 91. If the spacetime domain begins to expand, the entire base will be in danger

With the emergence of the space-time portal, the spherical space-time domain expanded and contracted, its original diameter of only several hundred meters suddenly increasing more than tenfold, enveloping the entire niche architecture of Area 91.

"Doctor's degree, do we really have to do this?" A graduate student approached the middle-aged man in a white coat and said softly, "Qin Lun is an S-level criminal; this will violate the regulations of the base!"

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Do you know anything? I heard that he is a fervent fan of Qin Lun and has collected a considerable amount of case materials related to him. Moreover, he has bribed police officers and has managed to obtain a significant number of murder weapons that were to be used as evidence from the Handan police station

"Lin Feng is usually not this unreasonable when he comes to the base. What is going on this time?" the young graduate student asked, his face full of confusion