Chapter 101

“…”

The black-haired young man, who had his back to him, turned his head slightly when he heard these words. Xia Zuo could only see the other person's perfect facial lines and overly long eyelashes.

He couldn't see the other person's emotions, but he heard the black-haired young man's voice was as gentle and calm as ever, like a glacier that never melted all year round.

"You misunderstood, 2511," the warden explained calmly. "Whatever your purpose is in entering Eastwood, as long as it does no harm to this prison, is not my concern. Rather than mistaking me for someone else, why not seize the opportunity?"

He nodded to the person beside him: "The punishment will be carried out immediately."

After saying that, the black-haired warden left without looking back.

But Xia Zuo did not say anything to keep him.

He simply lowered his head, and no one could tell what he was thinking. The guards exchanged glances, unconditionally obeying the warden's orders, and were about to step forward to take Ursula away.

But he was stopped by Xia Zuo.

The brown-haired boy raised his head, his expression serious and calm, as if nothing had happened. "Wait a moment, can I have a word with 2512? You know, we're not prisoners, and she's still a child."

Prison guard: “…”

They looked a little strange.

A child? What child could crush someone into a pulp without blinking?

but……

Killing someone, questioning the warden, calling the warden by his first name, anyone would have suffered a different fate - it seemed so light and serious, but in fact, for those who could enter Eastwood, it was no big deal at all.

Anyway, the warden will know all this, and if this doesn't work, he will definitely stop them.

The prison guard nodded in agreement and stopped his actions temporarily.

After getting permission, Xia Zuo placed his hands on the black-haired girl's shoulders, exerting a little force to curb her uncontrollable trembling, his voice calm and very soothing.

He cleared his mind of useless thoughts and focused the words in his head.

"Don't be afraid, Ursula. We have just arrived in Eastwood and everything has just begun."

[Xize's behavior shows that there is indeed a hidden story behind all this, and the secret lies with Eastwood.]

“If you give up, there’s no hope.”

[Christine and I have been together for a while. There is no need for Caesar to act deliberately. He must have forgotten something, Ursula.]

"Come on, I'll come see you when your confinement is over."

[Hold your composure. From Christine to the warden, I feel like Caesar is getting further and further away from us... At this final moment, we must not let down.]

Hearing the heartbeat so close, which was a little intermittent but still firm and powerful, the black-haired girl's trembling body gradually calmed down.

She remembered that Xia Zuo once said that Christine, that is, César, asked him to go to the Eastwood Prison for the Insane, saying that there was everything he wanted to know there. She was not stingy in giving clues, nor did she deny César's [death] and the relationship between Xia Zuo and César.

But the warden's behavior... was not like that.

He's in denial.

...Whether it was acting or he really had amnesia, it only pointed to one result.

Césaire Kleist was moving away step by step.

He is sliding into the abyss.

"Yes... I can't... I can't..." She closed her eyes, and the strange and crazy feeling in her body began to subside: "I want to bring him back."

The black-haired girl calmed down again, broke free from Xia Zuo's hands on her shoulders, walked to the prison guards, cooperated to put on the special restraints, and followed them to the detention cell.

Xia Zuo stared at her back and only looked away after her figure disappeared.

He explained the matter clearly to Ursula, and as long as César was involved, he knew that he could only break the deadlock by staying rational, and the possibility of Ursula's sanity value falling below the warning line would be greatly reduced.

Otherwise, she would be a human bomb.

Only a stable Ursula can be a perfect and powerful teammate in this situation that requires sufficient patience.

Xia Zuo adjusted his facial expression and returned to his workstation. Ignoring the various looks from others, he mobilized the energy in his body and channeled it into the power nodule.

He had just been able to transmit energy continuously, but this time it only lasted three seconds before the energy flow was cut off.

“…”

The brown-haired boy had no expression on his face, and seemed to be completely unconcerned about this sudden change.

He started to supply again without any pause. This time it was better than before, but it only lasted for half a minute.

You know, even the prisoner with the lowest inspiration in Isvetri can input for more than five minutes at a time.

The boy's brown hair drooped slightly, covering his eyes, making his golden pupils appear extremely dim, and at the same time burying all his emotions, making it impossible for outsiders to easily glimpse them.

...Ha, he even counselled Ursula.

Obviously... I also...

…

…

The corridor leading to the warden's office.

It was quiet all around, and the only sound that could be heard was the crisp sound of footsteps.

But sometimes the noise doesn't just come from the outside world.

"You have no heart."

"You have no heart—"

The voice of the comic's will echoed repeatedly in the black-haired young man's mind, and anyone could hear its madness.

The black-haired young man seemed to be annoyed by his noise. He looked gloomy and very cold. "If you say one more word, I will disconnect you."

However, according to the remaining power of the comic's will, it is not so easy to observe at such a close distance after disconnecting from Caesar.

The comic's will was like a goose with its neck strangled. It suddenly shut up, and all that was left was aggrieved whining.

The black-haired young man then closed his eyes and tried to heal his brain which had been disturbed by the noise.

"Where did the cake you gave Aaron earlier come from?"

The warden suddenly turned around and asked the prison guard beside him.

The guard was startled and quickly replied respectfully, "Someone sent him a cake...? Warden, this cake is ready and refrigerated in the kitchen as a snack for the prisoner with the best work that month."

The dark-haired warden tilted his head. "Make a new one and send it to her."

Then the black-haired young man stopped talking and went straight back into the spacious office.

When the prison guard received the order, he was stunned for a moment before he realized who the "she" the warden was referring to. He did not dare to delay and immediately went to the kitchen to instruct the chef to make a cake right away.

The comic's mood suddenly brightened, and for a moment he forgot the threat from the contractor. He whispered, "...isn't this inconsistent with your character design?"

The black-haired young man flipped through the Crest family's treasured tome and asked nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

Comic Will: "In the eyes of Xia Zuo and Ursula, you have forgotten them, or deliberately do not want to have anything to do with them, but you still sent food to Ursula, and it was a small cake!"

"Although the prison guards might have a deeper impression that you're partial to Xia Zuo and Ursula, but..."

"There's nothing wrong with delivering the cake." The black-haired young man smiled, but the comic's will felt a chill on his back, and he realized belatedly that he had said too much.

The black-haired young man asked, "What kind of cake did Aaron take?"

The comic will replied obediently: "Strawberry shortcake."

Comic Will: "..."

wait.

Strawberry shortcake??

It strung together the warden's entire speech—

The black-haired young man used "Aaron's cake" to introduce the topic, so when the prison guard ordered people to make a cake, he would naturally think of the flavor of the cake that Aaron got, and even imagine that this might be a hint from the warden about the flavor of the cake.

To put it another way, even if it wasn’t a homemade strawberry cake, it must have been some other small cake with similar flavor that looked cheerful.

...But the problem is, Ursula's cognition is not human at all.

Her favorite food is mouse!!

——And all the dark dishes that fall into the same category as rats.

Giving her strawberry cake might be equivalent to giving a prisoner with normal taste buds a deadly dish consisting of cockroaches, rats, and flies as the main food.

Comic Will: "..."

Cesar, you have such a cruel heart.

But the prison guards were unaware of this. They even lamented that the warden was indeed a leader who clearly distinguished between right and wrong. He was afraid that the little girl would suffer psychological trauma from being locked up in such a place, and that the food would be downgraded and she would not be able to eat enough, so he ordered someone to make a cake before he even returned to the office.

It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

But the black-haired young man added calmly, "You can't eat the strawberry cake at 2271 for free. You still have to collect the interest."

So the news that the prison guard ordered the chef in the kitchen to make a cake spread in a small circle. Most of the people who heard it were staff members, and they were happy to hear it after knowing the whole story.

A strange fish from the deep sea? Never mind, the warden's reaction is their reaction!

Murder? How can the prisoners of Isvetri still be called human beings? Calling them "chusheng" is an insult to them.

"I didn't expect the warden to have such a gentle side."

A female prison guard lamented:

"Although the child was punished in front of the other prisoners, a new cake was still made and sent to him afterwards."

This is strawberry cake, which girl doesn’t like it?

Even Aaron likes it!

Yaron, who had excellent hearing and had heard this incident "accidentally", said: "..."