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MidReal Story
The Escape of the Assassin
Scenario:“照我说的去做，保你飞上枝头。
陈宝香听见这句话的时候，以为自己出现了幻觉。
时下左右无人，只月光透窗，照出一斜浮动的灰尘。
她就坐在这些灰尘里绝望地想，什么枝头不枝头的，自己现在都不知道能不能活着离开这里
“能。
那声音缓缓重复:“有我在，能。
???
一个激灵坐直身子，陈宝香左顾右盼。
“别找了，除了你没人能听见我，更看不见我;除了我，也再没人能救你出去。
飘飘渺渺的声音，带着十分的笃定。
倒吸一口凉气，陈宝香连忙跪坐起来双手合十:
“大仙救命，我是冤枉的，我真不是刺客!
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Chen Baoxiang
hopeful, and determined. Chen Baoxiang is wrongly accused of being an assassin and faces execution. She hears a mysterious voice promising to help her escape. The voice guides her through the prison, leading her to freedom. She encounters various obstacles, including guards and traps, but manages to evade them with the voice's guidance. Eventually, she escapes the prison and begins a new life.
Liu Xun
brave, and loyal. Liu Xun initially appears as a threat but later reveals his true intentions by helping Chen Baoxiang evade guards and navigate the prison's dangers together. His actions demonstrate his willingness to aid others in need despite personal risks.
The Mysterious Voice
supportive, and authoritative. The voice appears to Chen Baoxiang in her cell, promising to help her escape if she follows its instructions. It provides guidance throughout the prison, leading her past guards and through hidden passages. The voice remains unseen but maintains a strong presence throughout Chen Baoxiang's journey, ultimately helping her achieve freedom.
"Do as I say, and I guarantee you'll soar to the treetops."
When Chen Baoxiang heard these words, she thought she was hallucinating.
At that moment, there was no one around, only the moonlight streaming through the prison bars and illuminating a wisp of floating dust.
Amidst the particles, she sat in despair, pondering what treetops could mean; she no longer knew if she could even leave this place alive.
"Yes, you can."
The voice repeated slowly, "With me here, you can."
Startled, Chen Baoxiang sat upright, glancing around.
She wondered if someone had entered while she was lost in thought.
There was no one.
"Stop searching. No one can hear me; no one else can save you. Only I can lead you out."
The ethereal voice carried an air of resolute certainty.
"Great Spirit! Please save me! I’m innocent; I’m truly not an assassin!"
Chen Baoxiang quickly knelt on the ground with her hands clasped together.
She pleaded with all her heart, hoping the mysterious voice would hear her.
"You must get some rest first. Tomorrow morning, you’ll know what to do when the time comes."
The voice soothed her like a gentle breeze on a summer day.
Chen Baoxiang clutched her chest tightly, gasping for breath.
She felt as though she had run thousands of miles while carrying a heavy load on her back.
Suddenly, she felt relieved and relaxed.
Leaning against the cold stone wall, she let her racing thoughts settle.
The moonlight continued to filter through the bars, casting long shadows on the cell floor.
Her fingers traced patterns in the dust as she replayed the voice’s words in her mind: "Do as I say, and I guarantee you’ll soar to the treetops," "Only I can lead you out."
Each promise and assurance seemed both impossible and tantalizingly real.
In the adjacent cell, Liu Xun’s chains rattled as he shifted in his sleep.
The night deepened, and exhaustion began to weigh on her eyelids.
She forced herself to stay alert, convinced that tomorrow would bring change.
As the first light of dawn crept into her cell, Chen Baoxiang crawled closer to the wall that separated her from Liu Xun.
The chains clinked softly as he stirred.
Through a small crack between the stones, she gazed at his gaunt face, wondering if she could trust him with her secret.
The voice had warned her to be cautious, but something in Liu Xun’s eyes spoke of shared desperation.
Her fingers trembled as she tapped on the wall, their practiced signal.
When he pressed his ear close, she leaned in.
"We must escape tonight," she breathed.
Liu Xun’s gaze flickered, and he turned his face toward the crack.
Chen Baoxiang watched him intently, searching for any sign of deception.
His eyes held steady, neither fearful nor hesitant.
The morning light slowly spread across the stone floor as they exchanged whispers.
Liu Xun had observed the guards’ rotations, and he shared every detail with her.
At sunset, the guards changed shifts, creating a brief window of confusion.
She committed each fact to memory, knowing the voice would want this information.
As the heavy footsteps of the morning inspection approached, they quickly separated.
Chen Baoxiang shuffled back to her sleeping mat, her heart pounding in her chest.
The guard’s boots echoed down the corridor, growing fainter until they faded into the distance.
She lay still, pretending to sleep, as she watched the younger guard stumble.
His ring of keys caught on a belt loop, clinking against the stone floor.
The keys slid through a groove in the uneven floor, stopping just within reach of her cell bars.
The guard continued walking, deep in conversation with his partner.
She remained motionless, barely breathing, as their voices grew distant.
Only when the silence returned did she dare to look at Liu Xun through the wall crack.
"Liu Xun, the keys," she whispered urgently, her voice barely audible.
He nodded, his eyes wide with understanding.
"We'll have to act fast before they realize," he replied, determination hardening his features.
Chen Baoxiang’s fingers trembled as she reached through the bars, straining to grasp the fallen keys.
They were mere inches from her reach, taunting her with their proximity.
Liu Xun’s urgent whispers came from the next cell, urging her to hurry.
The mysterious voice remained silent, as if waiting for her to take action.
She stretched further, her shoulder pressing painfully against the cold metal bars.
Just as her fingertips brushed against the key ring, thunderous footsteps echoed down the corridor.
She froze, key ring hooked on one finger, as shouts and running grew louder.
A guard’s voice bellowed orders in the distance.
The alarm horn blasted through the prison, its deep sound vibrating through the stone walls.
The sudden plunge into darkness caught her off guard.
The prison was enveloped in an inky blackness, as if the very light itself had been extinguished.
The guards’ shouts grew confused, their footsteps stumbling in the blackout.
She pulled the keys through the bars with trembling fingers, each metal ridge a distinct sensation against her skin.
Liu Xun’s urgent whispers guided her from his cell.
"Third key from the left, shaped like a cross."
The alarm still blared, but it seemed muffled now, as if the thick darkness had absorbed some of its intensity.
She found the cross-shaped key and guided it toward her lock, the metal scraping against the bars as she tried to align it perfectly.
The lock clicked open, and the chapter ended with a breathless anticipation of what lay beyond the cell door.