Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 748

Prison.

Officer Baldwin wheeled Inmate No. 13 into the computer room. As soon as No. 13 looked up, he noticed the 360-degree surveillance cameras overhead, a sly, almost mysterious grin forming on his lips.

Feeling a bit awkward, Officer Baldwin said, "Hey, don't take it the wrong way. My colleagues aren't trying to be nosy; they're just really fascinated by how a genius like you operates."

No. 13 let out a dismissive snort, "Hypocrites."

Officer Baldwin felt a twinge of embarrassment and wondered why he'd even bothered to explain. No. 13 wasn't just brainy; he had this uncanny ability to see right through people, almost like he could read minds.

Word around was that he'd come up with his own psychological theories, enabling him to figure out someone's personality just by looking at their facial expressions, with an accuracy that was almost spooky-like ninety-nine percent.

While Baldwin was lost in his thoughts, No. 13 had already maneuvered his wheelchair to the computer. His long, nimble fingers danced across the keyboard at an incredible speed, making it impossible to keep up with what he was doing.

Yet, the computer's response was something to behold, bursting to life with a display of endless lines of code.

"Wow, how'd you pull that off?" Officer Baldwin asked, genuinely impressed.

No. 13 shrugged, "I'm not a fan of cameras watching me."

Officer Baldwin blinked, confused, "What do you mean?"

Just then, a shout came from the next room, "Hey, what the heck, the cameras are all down!"

fix itself in a few minutes." Baldwin was flustered, "You know this could get you into big trouble, right?" "For someone doing life, does it

you want to get

but I'm not gonna live

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at the map, "Your

skipped a

like searching everywhere only to find what you're

Baldwin

you hadn't interrupted me,

Baldwin was left speechless.

computer, and the cameras flickered back to normal. "Hurry and save her. Every second

was filled with gratitude, "No. 13, if I can bring my daughter back safe,

back, then rallied

winter sky

where the sun

bright and warm, casting a golden

it was chillingly cold

eerie.

AS

the shifting light and shadows, memories of the last

years flooding back.

him a genius, almost otherworldly, but if only they knew the

saw the bright,