Chapter 102

Those with dark-leaning talents will naturally hate anything light-leaning.

Ursula is no exception.

And Iswit's prison cell was specially prepared for those with different talents. After scanning Ursula's tendency the moment she entered the door, this small space was immediately adjusted.

The extremely dazzling light instantly hit her face, and the entire room was filled with pervasive white light. Even those who were not inclined towards darkness would be irritated and shed tears, not to mention the "darkness" which was almost the opposite extreme of "light".

Ursula curled up, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and did not move or make any sound.

Just like those humans who yearn for light but are trapped in a completely dark space, her likes and dislikes are exactly the opposite of those of ordinary humans.

The policewoman in charge of guarding her observed her every move through the surveillance camera. Seeing such a young girl huddled there as if she had no one to be around, even though she had been trained in Eastwood for so many years and had already hardened her heart, she couldn't help but feel a little pity for her.

It looks really pitiful.

It's like being abandoned.

It would be fine if she were one of those ruthless criminals, but she wasn't. Who knew why she came to Eastwood? But the background check clearly stated that not only was she not a heinous criminal, she had even overthrown the Federation and saved many lives during the war.

Speaking of which, if no one hadn't sensed the aura of a deep-sea monster on her, no one would have been in the mood to carefully look through a prisoner's information.

As she was daydreaming, the policewoman saw the prison guard next to the warden walking towards her quickly, holding a plate of small cakes steadily in his hands.

The policewoman, who had been on duty here and was unaware of this incident, said: "......?"

She looked at the cake, which was brightly colored, beautifully shaped, and full of fairy-tale style, and it was so sweet that it could touch people's hearts.

She was silent.

The prison guard explained simply, "The warden told me to give this to 2512."

The detention room is not like a prison cell. It is completely isolated from the outside world. Except when the delivery passage is opened for meal delivery, people inside cannot hear any sound from the outside world at other times.

Yalong is a frequent visitor here.

It stands to reason that such a place would put a lot of mental pressure on humans, and normal people would not be able to bear it after entering it once. Unfortunately, most of the prisoners in Isvetri are not very normal.

"2512," the prison guard said as he opened the food delivery channel. After a pause, he added, "The warden told us to make this for you. Consider it a dessert."

In the prison cell, the girl who had originally ignored the opening of the meal delivery channel finally took action after hearing the word "warden" - it could even be said that she raised her head almost instantly.

The prison guard who noticed this scene could only suppress his curiosity.

The two who had entered through special means seemed to be very familiar with and interested in the warden. Listening to their conversation and observing the warden's behavior, there was probably something else going on, but it was not something the guards could easily guess.

He is always loyal to the warden and naturally won't think too much.

The black-haired girl who finally opened her eyes was also stunned when she saw the strawberry cake.

She examined the cake carefully, her eyes hazy and vacant. The girl seemed dazed by the glare of the white light before cautiously, tentatively, like a small animal, taking a lick.

Ursula: “…”

Her usually expressionless face twisted imperceptibly for a moment.

How could there be such disgusting food in the world?

It was much more disgusting than the human meal she had eaten before... She originally thought that the food provided by Iswit was not tasty and wanted to give it to Xia Zuo separately, but it turned out that there was something even more disgusting?

...Is it a punishment from the warden?

Is she disliked by Caesar?

QAQ

The female police officer, observing her closely from outside the cell, said: "...Huh? Why does this child look like she's about to cry?"

It really is so touching!

…

The fact that the warden gave the strawberry cake to Ursula was soon "accidentally" leaked during the conversation among the prison guards.

Xia Zuo ignored the red-haired man's increasingly depressed mood next door, but was stunned.

Aaron could hear the conversation, so naturally he heard it too, as his five senses were even more powerful.

...Warden, have you asked someone to make a special dessert for Ursula?

Yes, girls of this age may indeed like sweets -

But she is Ursula!

Xia Zuo had a blank expression on his face, finding it hard to imagine Ursula eating strawberry cake.

Why did the warden take special care of the imprisoned Ursula? Does this mean that he still cares about them subconsciously?

He couldn't bear to let Ursula stay alone in such an environment, so he specifically asked the kitchen to make delicious desserts that she could only eat as a reward.

But... if he really remembered, or had even a slight impression, he should know that Ursula and everything were almost the opposite of normal people.

She preferred sunsets to sunrises, and dead silence to life. She believed death was a gift, and when Caesar died, her sadness probably wasn't because "Caesar died," but because "Caesar left me, and I'll never see him again."

The brown-haired boy sighed slightly.

Caesar... he really knows how to stir up emotions.

Whether in the past or now, intentionally or unintentionally.

Do you really remember? Or even if you have forgotten, do you still remember our place in your subconscious?

But it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if you forget.

He will figure it all out, including why his best friend has no breathing and heartbeat when sleeping, why his best friend doesn't want to live, and why his best friend chooses not to know each other when they meet.

The brown-haired boy raised his eyes slightly and placed his gaze subtly on the bird-keeper with the yin-yang hair.

His intuition told him that the other party was planning something.

And he needed an opportunity - a chance to explore the secrets of Eastwood Prison for the Insane.

A week later.

The girl who was sentenced to seven days in prison was finally released from the cell.

Her expression didn't seem any different from before, except that she seemed a little paler, which puzzled the prison guards who were in charge of her.

Although she was in a cell, the meals she received every day were the best among all the prisoners in the prison. Shouldn't that be the case?

Is it true that she is not used to the environment of the prison cell?

That's right, we can't lump everyone into the same category as monsters like Villajunka and White.

The guard uncuffed Ursula and heard her whisper "thank you".

The prison guard was quite flattered and looked at her in surprise.

This Gothic girl who seemed so taciturn and even a little weird actually said thank you.

But she didn't dwell on it any more. She also had something to tell the other person.

"Your information and scan results indicate that you are a test subject, a combination of a deep-sea monster and a gifted individual. The warden believes it is unsuitable for you to work alongside other prisoners."

"Regarding your work arrangements, the warden has new plans and would like you to go to the warden's office."

The black-haired girl was startled, then her eyes widened slightly and she nodded.

She still looked a little lethargic, but after the warden was involved, her condition seemed to improve a little.

The warden's office is on the upper floors of Eastwood's main building. There are prison guards stationed on both sides of the long corridor, and the atmosphere is very eerie.

Led by the prison guard, Ursula stood in front of a door that looked very high-end.

After bringing her here, the prison guard stepped back without saying a word or making any additional movements.

The black-haired girl tilted her head slightly, watching the unknown instrument scan her up and down, and only after it retreated back into an inconspicuous corner was she allowed to enter this heavily guarded office.

Unlike the heavily guarded corridor, there was no one else in the warden's office except the warden himself.

Ursula pursed her lips and became uncontrollably nervous. Even though a long time had passed and she was now much stronger, when she saw this man, she seemed to have returned to the day when she first looked him in the eye.

From that time on, she finally felt recognized.

Ursula didn't say anything, but the black-haired young man tilted his head and looked at her with some surprise.

"You look unwell. Is the food not to your liking?"

Ursula: “…”

The black-haired girl had a blank expression.

Her complexion was always so pale and bloodless, and it was obvious that she was not in good condition. Unless she showed it very obviously, it could only mean that the person who came to this conclusion was very familiar with her.

However, she felt that she had adjusted herself to her current state and subconsciously did not want Caesar to worry about her. This eliminated the possibility of her abnormality being obvious.

...But if he was familiar with her, could the warden really not see that he was the culprit?

The black-haired girl stared at the warden with her different eyes, one gold and one blue, and could not see the slightest sign of lying on his face.

“…”

She lowered her head.

The black-haired warden blinked his misty blue eyes in confusion.

...Why does it feel like she's about to cry? She seems like a very strong child.

Have you done something excessive?

He will be very distressed.

However, this fleeting emotion soon disappeared, so quickly that it seemed as if it was just an illusion he had created.

The black-haired warden used his gloved left hand to push out a work plan: "This is the new job content I have chosen for you. Take a look."

Ursula took the document and looked through it.

"My new job is... to organize the book collection?"

The black-haired girl raised her head, her expressionless face showing no emotion. "West... Warden, this shouldn't be left to... outsiders."

She seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now, and was just about to say with a stern face, "You should be careful."

The warden did not feel offended, and even felt like laughing for some reason.

But such emotions quickly disappeared without a trace, as faint as the breeze in the forest that could not be grasped.

The corners of his lips that were slightly raised also dropped again without him realizing it.

"But you were in Eastwood Prison, weren't you?"

The black-haired young warden said slowly:

"As long as you stay in my prison, you are mine."

The black-haired girl's pupils shrank slightly.

Then it darkened again in a deflated manner.

There are so many people in Caesar.

...Since Caesar doesn't care about those criminals anyway, he might as well kill them all.