On the way to the prison after quickly completing the process, 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 enforcement agency, and then be convicted of violating the law without harming anyone else, and go to jail 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..." Relying on the fact that the two of them were alone in the corner of the prison van and that no one cared about them being 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 a hole so naturally!

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly, and said helplessly: "I have looked through almost all the laws of the Federation that we may need now. Among them, this is the only crime that can stay in prison for a longer time without making you feel uneasy and can be committed naturally."

- To operate in the central streets of the area with a grade of Level 2 or above, you need to obtain a business license issued by the execution agency, otherwise you will be fined a medium amount and detained for one week. If you cannot pay the fine, you will be detained for one month.

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

This was a "crime" tailor-made for Xia Zuo that he had selected after reading many thick laws.

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

Xia Zuo shook his head repeatedly and explained hastily: "No, I don't mean to blame you, Caesar, I just feel 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 fat prisoner looked at Xia Zuo with ill intentions, and even wanted 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 just subconsciously felt that the other party made him very uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Caesar's expression, only to find that his friend's expression was unusually cold. At that moment, it even made him feel chilled to the bone. Even the smile that had 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 curved his eyes and 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 seriously 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.

Juveniles are not uncommon 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 who were gathered together obviously lacked a sense of security and were easy to control. They were also wearing clothes for minor criminals. Even if they were temporarily bullied with words - or even actions, 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 boy outside, a sharp pain came from his arm. At the same time, he was kicked hard in the abdomen and flew out.

He was immediately in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

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

The man didn't speak.

He lowered his head, not daring to raise his eyes, 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 were like a poisonous steel 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 here, in prison, the management areas for minor offenders and medium-term offenders were different, 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, it revealed an eerie calmness, and 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 carefully again, they feel gradually 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 have 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 sight of the prison guard and Xizel's half-smiled gaze, Xia Zuo changed his words abruptly: "—Go and have a friendly exchange 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."

"But remember what I told you. In this prison, don't 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 guys 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 are in different places after entering.

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

So Xizel faced Xia Zuo's worried gaze, calmly walked into his own cell with handcuffs on, and observed 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 space in the light-criminal cells. This cell is for medium-criminal prisoners." The prison guard who led the way had a sympathetic look in his eyes, as if he felt sorry that such a young man would soon 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 turned himself in 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, and was so calm that it seemed unusual.

After entering, he followed his habit and first observed a few "roommates" with whom he might not spend too much time.

There were three other people in the cell besides him, all of them were medium-term prisoners. One of them was particularly familiar, as he was the one with whom he 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, when they saw that it was a black-haired boy, who was very handsome and had a face that was almost not something that a mortal could have, they could not hold back and looked at each other, ready to "chat" with the new cellmate at any time.

Locke felt itchy in his heart 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 happened to 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 handsome. With such a beauty 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 that his dignity was insulted. He raised his hand and was about to grab the boy's shoulder, but he saw a flash of silver light in front of his eyes. 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.

"I'm 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 over that he subconsciously looked over as if waking up 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, casually twirling the blood-stained silver blade on his fingertips. His entire temperament suddenly changed. He no longer looked like a misguided minor criminal, but more like a complete sane lunatic 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 no longer dared to be even the slightest bit presumptuous.

——You will die.

It's just a warning, he thought.

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

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

He glanced at the other person's wrist that was still bleeding, and said in a nonchalant tone: "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 being cut by a knife? This was clearly cut by the harmless-looking teenager in front of him! And why did he call the prison guard? Wasn't he afraid of being punished by the prison? ?

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

A loud reply was heard from outside, and at the same time, footsteps were moving quickly towards this side.

As the prison guards were moving towards here, the black-haired boy smiled and said, "For a prisoner like you, even if your controlled knives were confiscated when you first came here, you must have found your own way to get them back later, right?"

Locke's pupils shrank.

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

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

Once again, he realized very clearly that he had offended someone he absolutely should not have offended.

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 horrible wound on his wrist, he frowned and said, "Who did this? Was it someone from your cell?"

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

He carefully took out a small knife from the depths of his pocket with his bloodstained hands, and the expression on his face almost showed that he was about to cry: "Look, this is the knife I secretly kept, and 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."