Chapter 15

On the way to the prison after quickly completing the procedures, Xia Zuo remained silent, which was rare.

He was still in shock from the shock he had just experienced and was still in shock.

Xia Zuo's original plan was to punch and kick the guards and the executive officer, and then be convicted of violating the law without harming anyone else, and be imprisoned for the seriousness of the situation.

What a good teammate would do: He took the counterfeit goods that were about to be sold and turned himself in, and then reported him for operating without a license.

"So Caesar..." Taking advantage of the fact that the two of them were alone in the corner of the prison van and that no one cared about them because they were minor criminals, Xia Zuo said pitifully in a low voice, "You asked me to sell sweaters just to report me for operating without a license?"

The black-haired boy said seriously:

"What else?"

Xia Zuo: "..."

It turns out this guy can dig holes so naturally!

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly and said helplessly, "I've looked through almost all the federal laws that might be of use to us right now. This is the only crime that would allow you to stay in prison longer without causing you any uneasy feelings and that you can commit naturally."

- Businesses operating in central streets of Level II and above areas require a business permit issued by the agency. Failure to do so will result in a medium fine and one week of detention. Failure to pay the fine will result in a month of detention.

When the time is up, you can be released from prison.

This was a "crime" tailored for Xia Zuo that he had chosen after reading many thick laws.

If it weren't for his incredibly fast reading speed, two days alone would not be enough for him to finish reading all these books.

Xia Zuo shook his head repeatedly and explained hurriedly: "No, I don't mean to blame you, Caesar, it's just that I'm a little... embarrassed to have you worry so much. QAQ."

When he said this, he was still standing in front of Xizel, blocking the prying eyes of others.

As soon as he finished speaking, a rough voice interrupted: "Hey, I didn't see it just now, there are two pretty boys here!"

In the small prison van, a frail prisoner looked towards Xia Zuo with ill intentions, and even tried to come closer and touch him with his hand.

Hearing his words, the brown-haired boy was stunned for a moment, but his body's inherent danger response function made him subconsciously fight back. In just a blink of an eye, the burly man was kicked to the other side of the car, and even thrown to the other two people who were also ready to make a move and want to get a piece of the pie.

No matter how much malice Xia Zuo had faced in the world, he had never encountered such a thing. Even after fighting back, he was still a little confused. He subconsciously felt that the other party made him very uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Caesar's expression, but found that his friend's expression was extremely cold. At that moment, it even made him feel cold to the bone. Even the smile that made him feel something was wrong before was no longer dangerous at this moment.

“… Caesar?”

His intuition told him that Caesar's coldness was not directed at him. Thinking of the man's offense just now and seeing Caesar's rare expression, the young boy's eyes curved and he whispered, "Thank you, Caesar."

...To be honest, he had rarely received such...subtle and warm kindness.

Even his natural dullness could not isolate him from such kindness, not to mention that he had always been more susceptible to it.

But the man's condition was not so good at this time.

He was actually a habitual criminal. He was arrested again because he organized a robbery. He was also addicted to sex. Moreover, because he had been in prison for a long time, he had picked up some disgusting habits of some men in prison. When he got on the prison van, he not only had no remorse, but also began to search enthusiastically for new "prey" for his entertainment.

This time, two clean-cut young boys caught his attention.

It is not uncommon to see teenagers in prison, but it is rare to find one so clean. His interest was aroused almost instantly, so after observing for a while, he boldly prepared to take action in the prison van.

After all, these two teenagers gathered together obviously lacked a sense of security and were easy to control. They were also wearing the clothes of minor criminals. Even if they were bullied verbally or even physically for a while, they probably wouldn't dare to say anything because of the difference in their size and strength.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the young man outside, a sharp pain came from his arm. At the same time, he was kicked hard in the abdomen and flew out.

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain.

The guard's warning voice could be heard from the cab behind him: "Hey! Be quiet!"

The man didn't speak.

He lowered his head, not daring to look up, and even his teeth were trembling slightly.

The pain was part of the reason, but more importantly, at the moment he was kicked out, he saw the eyes of the black-haired boy who had been hiding behind the boy outside.

Those misty blue eyes should have been hazy and soft, but when they fell on him at that moment, they looked like a poisonous blade.

Abnormally cold.

There is no hostility, no hatred, no anger, only endless coldness, like the ice fields in the far north, desolate and terrifying.

...If I fall into his hands in the future, I will definitely die.

This thought suddenly popped up in the man's mind.

At this moment, he could only be thankful that although they were escorted together when they came, the management areas for minor criminals and medium-sentence criminals were different in the prison, which meant that he would never have the chance to meet them in the future.

He tried his best to bury his fear in his heart and did not say another word during the rest of the journey.

…

What happened on the way to the escort was just a small episode. Neither Xizel nor Xia Zuo seemed to take it seriously. At least when they got off the car, their expressions were very normal.

The guard who knew what happened in the car took a special look at the two of them and found that the black-haired boy either had a blank expression or a polite smile. No matter which expression he had, he exuded an eerie calmness. When he smiled, the arc of his smile seemed to be welded to his face.

It's not that it doesn't look good, but that expression is more like a skillfully done mask than a "smile", which makes people who see it feel a chill in their hearts for no reason. But when they observe it carefully again, the feeling gradually becomes normal, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

The guard didn't want to look any longer and quickly looked away. At the same time, he felt a subtle respect for the brown-haired boy who could communicate normally with César.

Xia Zuo, who didn't know that he was being respected at the moment, was still worriedly talking to Xizel about the precautions:

"...I've experienced human experiments. The competitors there were orphans after all. The people here are prisoners who were imprisoned for committing crimes. They must be much more dangerous than them. Caesar, you must be careful..."

"...If someone like that comes to you again, tell me, or I won't—"

Noticing the gaze of the prison guard and Xizel's half-smile, Xia Zuo abruptly changed the subject: "—Go and have a friendly conversation with him."

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Xizel blinked his eyes. He seemed to feel that after Xia Zuo had been with him for a long time, he seemed to have been led astray by him.

Although he seems to have some brains now, the frequency of his weird and invisible threats has increased.

He shook his head: "Don't worry about me."

The black-haired boy's eyes remained calm. "Since you know how dangerous the prison is, I won't give you any more instructions on this matter."

"But remember what I told you. In this prison, do not be afraid of getting into trouble or hurting others."

——Don’t have any reservations.

——The people you have the chance to hurt will not be innocent.

Unless there are ulterior motives, only unrepentant people would cause trouble in prison.

Xia Zuo nodded and promised: "I will, Caesar."

Being assigned to the same cell is the ideal situation, but the most likely scenario is that they will be in different places after entering.

Sure enough, when the cells were assigned, Xizel was in the east and Xia Zuo was in the west, exactly on opposite sides.

So Xizel faced Xia Zuo's worried gaze, calmly put on handcuffs and walked into his own cell, observing the environment there.

Obviously, the treatment in the second-level prison is much better than that in the third-level prison. At least here, it takes him some time to open the locks of minor prisoners. Surveillance cameras are installed in some places, and the red dots are flashing, indicating normal operation.

"...There's not enough room in the cells for minor offenders. This cell is for medium-term prisoners." The prison guard leading the way had a sympathetic look in his eyes, as if he regretted that such a young man was about to be tortured by those scumbags. "Your sentence is only three months. Just bear with it and it will pass."

According to federal law, his sentence should have been much longer based on the price of the jewelry that César took away. However, because the jewelry was later identified as a fake and its value dropped significantly, he surrendered himself and reported another person who was operating without a license and defying the federal law as soon as it was promulgated. As a result, the inspection team reduced his sentence at its discretion.

"Thank you." Xizel smiled at the prison guard, then walked into the cell without any fear or hesitation, so calm that it seemed unusual.

After entering, he followed his habit and first observed a few "roommates" with whom he might not be able to spend too long.

There were three people in the entire cell besides him, all of them were prisoners serving medium sentences. One of them was particularly familiar, as he was the one with whom he had had a conflict in the car before.

The black-haired boy stood there, seemed to look at him slowly, and then without doing anything else, he walked back to his bed quietly, apparently preparing to close his eyes and rest.

The prisoner who had suffered a loss in the car breathed a sigh of relief, but the other two could not contain themselves when they saw that it was a black-haired boy who was very handsome and had a face that almost did not look like that of an ordinary person. They looked at each other, ready to "chat" with this new inmate at any time.

Locke felt itchy and kept looking at the boy's bed. At the same time, he was also observing the actions of George, the recognized boss of their cell who had come in for the third time. However, he found that the other party lowered his head and even lay down on the bed early, without even giving him a glance.

Locke was a little confused. When encountering such things in the past, George was always the most active one. If they took action on their own, the other party would even be unhappy.

So what's wrong with him today? Is he feeling unwell?

Although he knew that George's behavior was a little abnormal, the black-haired boy in front of him was so beautiful. With such a beautiful woman in front of him, and also a juvenile delinquent, he had no way to control himself at all. He stood up and walked towards him.

"Little beauty, may I meet you?"

Locke said with some excitement.

But the "little beauty" he was talking about did not move. She was resting with her back to him, completely indifferent.

He suddenly felt his dignity insulted, and raised his hand to grab the boy's shoulder, but he saw a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, and the next moment, severe pain burst out from his wrist. He looked down and saw large amounts of blood gushing out through his blood vessels.

Locke couldn't even scream, he could only watch his blood flow out, and then he hurriedly tore off his prison uniform and tried to bandage himself.

"Sorry, I was so tired from traveling that I cut a little shallow."

It was not until the young man's clean and calm voice came to him that he subconsciously looked up as if waking from a dream.

The black-haired boy who looked extremely harmless and thin when he came in was now sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes casually lowered, twirling the blood-stained silver blade between his fingertips. His whole temperament suddenly changed. He no longer looked like a misguided minor criminal, but more like a complete madman who had strayed into this place.

At this moment, Locke finally understood why George was always unwilling to look him in the eye.

He was shaking all over and even felt his bones creaking. A fear of his natural enemy weighed heavily on his heart. Even if the boy in front of him looked weak and might not have the strength to complete the next attack, he would never dare to be even a little bit presumptuous again.

——You will die.

It's just a warning, he thought.

——If I provoke him again, he will kill me without hesitation.

The black-haired boy glanced at him, smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous, sir, didn't you come to talk to me?"

He glanced at the other man's still bleeding wrist and said nonchalantly, "Why is your hand bleeding? Did you accidentally cut it with a knife?"

“——Prison guard, someone is injured here!”

The black-haired boy suddenly raised his voice and shouted outside the cell.

“……!”

Locke looked at him in disbelief, his mind in a mess.

What do you mean by accidentally getting cut by a knife? This seemingly harmless teenager clearly did it himself! And why did he call out to the prison guards? Isn't he afraid of being punished by the prison?

"Damn it, who's causing trouble again? Just wait!"

A loud reply came from the prison guard outside, and at the same time, footsteps moved quickly towards this side.

As the prison guards moved towards this place, the black-haired boy said with a smile, "Even if a prisoner like you had his controlled knife confiscated when he first arrived, he must have found his own way to get it back later, right?"

Locke's pupils shrank.

"Solve it yourself, don't make me say it again."

The black-haired boy's voice suddenly became cold, and the endless coldness hidden in it almost made Locke's hair stand on end.

He once again realized with great clarity that he had provoked someone he absolutely should not have provoked.

Soon, the prison guard came to them and asked in a gruff voice: "Who's hurt? What happened? Who did it?"

Locke was sweating profusely, and the pain and fear almost overwhelmed him, but he still insisted and replied: "It's me, officer, it's me!"

The guard cast a suspicious look at him. When he saw the horrific wound on his wrist, he frowned and said, "Who did this? Was it someone from your cell?"

Hearing the words "your cell", Locke shuddered and quickly denied it: "No!! No, no, it wasn't someone else in our cell who did it. I accidentally scratched it today when I was...playing with the knife I hid away!!"

He carefully dug out a small knife from the depths of his pocket with his bloodstained hands, his face looking as if he was about to cry: "Look, this is the knife I secretly kept. I really cut myself by accident..."

“…”

He said so himself, so even if he had doubts, the prison guard could only give up. He swept his eyes around the room and finally stopped at César. He felt that his idea was a bit absurd, looked at Locke with disgust, and said:

"Come with me and take care of the wound."