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!"

worry, it'll 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 really matter?" No. 13 replied,

want to get out

but I'm not gonna live to see

Baldwin could respond, a map

with

pointed at the map, "Your

heart skipped a

to find what you're

fast?" Baldwin said,

hadn't interrupted me,

Baldwin was left speechless.

flickered back to normal. "Hurry and save her. Every second

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

No. 13 be escorted back, then rallied his team for the

winter sky

where the

bright and warm, casting a golden glow. In the

was chillingly

eerie.

AS

gazed out at the shifting light and

years flooding back.

him a genius, almost otherworldly, but

only saw the bright,