Xia Zuo decided to knit a sweater for Xizel, and she would definitely be able to do it.

He has always been good at hands-on work, otherwise he would not have been able to come up with such an outrageous idea as using a spoon to dig a tunnel when he was in prison.

So, in the small house they rented in the Gray Moon District, there appeared a scene where Xia Zuo was knitting a sweater with cotton thread that he got from somewhere, while the black-haired boy watched silently for a while, and then silently went to the other end of the room to read quietly.

The reason why Xia Zuo was able to stay in this small house was because he consciously took on the burden of life, fully demonstrated his extraordinary physical fitness, and agreed to help the landlord do some physical work.

Even Xizel could only type two words at this time:

virtuous.

"By the way, Xizel," Xia Zuo suddenly remembered something, raised his head from the cotton thread, turned around and looked at the black-haired boy behind him, "Where are the rest of your family? Should we go and report safety to your family first?"

The black-haired boy still kept his eyes down, his expression did not change at all, and he just said coldly: "There is no need for that."

“…Huh?”

Xia Zuo was stunned. Could it be that Xizel’s relationship with his family was... very bad?

Otherwise, how could it be unnecessary?

Moreover, César is polite and friendly, so why would he react like this when mentioning a relative he hasn't seen for a long time?

But soon, he heard the young man's voice, as light as a cloud: "They are not in this world."

——Of course there is no need to report safety.

“…”

Xia Zuo's train of thought was just a little strange sometimes, but that didn't mean he couldn't empathize. On the contrary, he almost instantly thought of himself, pursed his lips, and lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Xizel."

Xizel blinked, tilted his head, and said gently: "I don't blame you, Xia Zuo."

"We have the same goal, which is why I am traveling with you - I also want to find those who are doing evil."

When the black-haired boy said this, the haziness in his misty blue eyes faded, revealing some subtle murderous intent, but his tone was still calm.

After all, Xia Zuo was still young and inexperienced, so he didn't understand how terrifying it was for a teenager to be so untimely and calm at this time.

The black-haired boy continued to add.

"We escaped from prison together, share the same beliefs, and are each other's most trusted companions and comrades. We should not hide anything from each other for personal reasons."

——Therefore, he can reveal his "scars" in front of the other party without any hesitation.

Xia Zuo nodded in agreement: "You are right, Xizel. Don't worry, no matter what questions you ask me, I will not hide anything from you!"

He said seriously: "Whether it is now, in the past, or in the future - this oath will be effective forever."

The black-haired boy finally gave a genuine smile.

When Xia Zuo saw his smile, she was easily infected by his smile and immediately became inspired. She was even more excited to knit a sweater for her best friend.

Comic Will: [……]

Seeing his own son being cheated, Manga Will was heartbroken.

[Xia Zuo is so obsessed with knitting a sweater for you, but you want to kill him at every turn!] Comic Will couldn't stand it anymore, so he choked up and said, [Do you still have a conscience?]

Xizel blinked in surprise: [I thought you knew I didn't have this thing when you bound me. ]

Comic Will: [……]

The comic's will was furious, but he knew how to admit defeat and hid immediately, and he would be able to escape with one strike every time.

Instead, Xia Zuo quickly finished knitting the sweater. Unable to sit still alone, she moved closer to Xizel and leaned over, curious about what kind of book her best friend was reading so seriously.

Cesare showed him the cover with understanding and grace.

Xia Zuo was literate, as the Kaili family had taught him this kind of course. So as he read out those words, his expression became more and more strange:

"'Perfect Prison Plan'...?"

The brown-haired boy's voice paused subtly.

His eyes involuntarily glanced at the table beside him.

I saw that the books neatly arranged on it were all very similar:

"One Jail Trick Every Day"

One Hundred and Eight Ways to Cuff

"A Complete List of Federal Outrageous Crimes"

"Three sentences to get the federal government to prepare a top prison residence for me"

From Prison to Death

…

Xia Zuo: “…”

Xia Zuo: “???”

His brain was severely damaged by these outrageous books, and it froze for a while. It took a while for it to start up again. He turned his head and looked at Xizel blankly: "You..."

The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows slightly and looked back at him calmly, his eyes even a little expectant, as if he was curious about what he could say.

Xia Zuo lived up to his expectations and took a deep breath: "Is it my meager income that makes you feel insecure that I can't support us, my friend!"

He was heartbroken: "Otherwise, why would you seek comfort in the free food and lodging provided by the prison!"

He even wanted to send himself back after he had just escaped, which shows how worried his poor friend was about his life.

Poor friend Cesar Crest: "..."

The light of expectation in the black-haired boy's eyes died.

He asked in a puzzled and expressionless manner, "Xia Zuo, please tell me honestly. Is eating and sleeping the only thing on your mind?"

What kind of train of thought is needed to divert the topic to food and accommodation by one person?

"Ah? Isn't that the reason why life is hard to maintain...?" Xia Zuo confirmed with tears in his eyes. He was just short of taking on ten or eight more physical jobs on the spot. After all, he had some self-awareness as to whether he made money or lost money by doing mental work.

"First of all, I won't let you starve." Xizel curved his eyes kindly, "Secondly, the sweaters you knitted these days are almost filling up my bedroom. With your craftsmanship, you can be invincible by winning with quantity."

"As for these strategy books..." He smiled slightly: "Who said I was sent to prison?"

Xia Zuo immediately grasped the key point, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's good that you don't go to prison. Even in the higher-level Gray Moon District, the prison conditions won't be that good. You will have a hard time, Caesar."

"…We went to jail together."

César slowly finished what he had not finished saying.

"Oh, let's go in together, that's ok...wait?"

“…”

“?!”

Xia Zuo looked stiffly at his best friend.

The black-haired boy smiled and said slowly, "There is a saying that goes, if we are friends, we should share the hard times."

"I took you with me when I went in. You see, I treat you as my friend."