Xizel thought about it carefully. Considering that the effect of this ability is only five minutes at present, it will be temporarily ineffective when the time is up, so it would be a waste not to use it now.

So he calmly picked up the blade and cut his arm, which was so white that it was almost transparent, without blinking.

——However, not even the slightest trace was left.

Not only did it leave no traces, but he even felt a distinct resistance as he paddled, like an invisible air membrane that blocked anything that could hurt him from entering.

The blade stopped just a millimeter away from touching his skin and could not move any further.

...It does seem a bit like the method used by the "Fairy Godmother" to protect the princess, such as a magic barrier or an air wall.

After the experiment was completed, Cesar calmly put the blade down again.

He had no intention of paying attention to the timid prisoners in the same cell who no longer posed a threat. After all, his mission was never to be in the limelight, but to play his role well and become an insurance that could control Xia Zuo, the "killer weapon" in the future.

He is calm and rational, and he knows his purpose clearly.

——So before he completely obtains the status of regulator, he can postpone all the accounts.

César didn't care at all, but the remaining two people in the cell had a particularly hard time.

For example, George, he just heard no sound outside, and was so curious that he couldn't help but open his eyes and take a look. As a result, he saw the black-haired boy sitting on his bed with an expressionless face, leaning back slightly against the wall, and casually and without hesitation slashing his arm with a blade.

The boy looked thin, and it seemed that he was indeed so, but his strength was not weak at all. Even when he attacked himself, he was as fierce as if he was facing an enemy, without any hesitation or wavering.

Even when he was looking at his own arm, he seemed to be looking at a dead person's hand, an insignificant experiment that only provided him with some entertainment when he was bored.

Who knows if it will be someone else who will provide him with such "fun" next time.

Not daring to see what would happen next, George quickly closed his eyes again, his face a little pale.

He was a prisoner serving life imprisonment and a villain, but he had never come into contact with such a... overly terrifying person.

He could even be careless and ignore pain and bleeding, so how much would he cherish and care about the pain and bleeding of others? Who would be so careless as to put such a neurotic and born evil person in the medium-term prison area of ​​an ordinary prison? Shouldn't he stay in the key control area of ​​a high-level prison until the end of time!

But George didn't dare to say it, his thoughts unconsciously returned to the brown-haired boy, and he couldn't help but think:

…Does that man really know his friend’s true nature beneath the skin?

…

…

At this time, Xia Zuo, who was being worried about, also came to his cell.

It was his first time in prison. He had no experience and was not very skilled. He showed great curiosity about the relevant facilities along the way, which made the prison guard leading the way wonder if this kid had something wrong with his brain.

When they arrived at the cell, the prison guard saw that he seemed to be stupid and young, so he couldn't help but warn him: "Behave yourself for the next month. You are just operating without a license. You can be released after staying quietly for a month. Don't make trouble!"

"Thank you, you are such a good person!" said the brown-haired boy with sparkling eyes.

Prison guard uncle: "..."

He looked at the particularly harmless face of the juvenile offender, and thought of the black-haired boy who seemed to be particularly sickly and well-behaved, but who had a vague sense of weirdness after coming in. He had a suspicion that was infinitely close to the correct answer.

...Could this kid have been cheated by his friend?

He was so absorbed in his suspicion that he naturally did not notice that, although Xia Zuo said he was a good man, he did not promise to be quiet and not cause trouble.

Since it was not free time and the lights were not far from being turned off, the prisoners in the same cell as Xia Zuo were also present. When they saw him come in, they looked him up and down with fear and curiosity, and then said, "Are you the new guy who kicked George?"

"George?" Xia Zuo was confused for a moment by the atmosphere of asking questions right away, and then he realized who they were talking about and asked in confusion: "Yes, do you have any questions?"

"He was too weak and flew away with one kick. Luckily I pulled his arm at that time, otherwise..."

Otherwise, Xia Zuo would probably have penetrated the barrier between the cab and the prisoners.

Other prisoners: “…”

They looked at each other, and the same thought flashed through their minds at the same time:

This new guy is quite crazy.

It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover. He looks young and energetic, but turns out to be such a big prick.

Xia Zuo had no idea what he had become in the eyes of other prisoners, but he kept in mind the advice César had told him and decided to talk more, striving to make himself the number one prisoner in the prison.

So he said in a friendly manner: "If you want to try it, you can come to me."

Hearing this, the few people who had just stuck their heads out immediately retracted their heads, making Xia Zuo's figure look particularly desolate.

Xia Zuo: “?”

Is there something wrong with what he said?

Xia Zuo didn't understand, so he simply stopped worrying about it. After realizing that Xizel was not on the same side as him and was unfortunately assigned to the group of prisoners with medium sentences, he began to worry.

After all, when he wasn't thinking about it, his subconscious mind still believed that César was still the fragile and pitiful child who needed his good protection, and he couldn't imagine how the other party could survive among a group of vicious criminals.

"According to the schedule, we can meet at breakfast time at 7:30 tomorrow morning," Xia Zuo glanced at the plain blue schedule hanging on the wall, "If he is really injured by then, I can secretly give him treatment."

The next day, he managed to see César from a distance in the cafeteria, but found that apart from his habitually pale face, he looked calm and composed. It was very likely that he slept better last night than he did as he had been worried about his friend.

Xia Zuo: “?”

Caesar is actually alright?

However, thinking this, as if he was looking forward to something happening to Caesar, the young boy quickly got rid of the idea and wanted to run to find his only good friend in prison. Several men in prison uniforms blocked his way, also blocking Caesar's figure.

Xia Zuo was a little unhappy, but he still asked in a good-tempered manner: "What do you want?"

The men looked at each other and said, "I heard you're pretty wild, new guy."

"……ah?"

Xia Zuo had no idea what was going on, and was afraid that with so many people here, he would not be able to find Caesar soon, so he said quickly, "If you have nothing to do, please make way. I have something else to do."

However, when these words reached the ears of several prisoners, they became "Get out if you have nothing to do, I'm very busy."

They immediately became annoyed, and didn't take the fact that the other party had solved George's problem in one move seriously. They just thought it was a rumor that had changed after being spread by word of mouth. They sneered and said, "If you have the guts, come to the distribution room to find us."

Xia Zuo pursed his lips, realizing that they seemed determined to "teach him a lesson". He looked into the distance again, and sure enough, Xizel was no longer there. His mood immediately became bad.

When a person who is usually in a good mood is in a bad mood, the person who makes him in a bad mood will suffer.

He didn't want to pay any attention to the prisoners' twists and turns, nor did he want to go to the distribution room. He just took action in front of many prisoners and prison guards in the cafeteria hall.

In just a blink of an eye, those people were lying on the ground, wailing.

The originally noisy cafeteria fell into silence for a moment.

After being stunned for a moment, the prison guards immediately raised their guns and nervously aimed them at the prisoner who was committing violence in the cafeteria, forming a vacuum encirclement facing Xia Zuo.

“He didn’t use his talent.”

These words came from Captain Wilson's earphone.

His expression relaxed. It seemed that he was not a person with talent. No matter how strong his body was, it would not be that strong and he could control it.

After all, although the talent holders in their prison are already at level B, their ability is only to sense whether someone in the prison is using a talent, and to distinguish the level and type of the talent, so as to kill or control them as soon as possible, and they do not have much attack power.

Their prison is just an ordinary prison, and the criminals inside are just ordinary criminals. If a gifted person sneaks in, it is undoubtedly a wolf sneaking into the sheepfold. Not to mention that the gifted person who can enter the prison is generally not very friendly. The personality and ability affect each other, which will make them more like a madman.

And no one would doubt the destructive power of a capable madman.

So in this case, the prison will give priority to killing. If the opponent's level is too high and cannot be killed, there will be emergency assistance to assist in capturing or killing.

Only when they are sure that the other party can be communicated with and controlled, or that there is a supervisor around who can calm and control him, will they choose the second method of handling the matter - escorting the other party to the special prison for gifted people established in the Patrol Tower.

Xia Zuo, who was in the center of the encirclement, also realized something. He blinked, raised his hand to indicate that he was harmless, and said seriously: "These few people came to block me and asked me to follow them."

"Besides," he said confidently, thinking of Cesar's usual behavior and actions, "They just need to lie down for a while and they will be fine soon. I was very gentle!"

Wilson also knew what kind of people those guys were like on weekdays. After realizing that it was just a false alarm today, he waved his hand and said, "Number 1058, Xia Zuo Kaili, will be locked up in his cell for five hours."

"As for the others, throw them directly into the detention room."

After all, this is a second-level prison in the Gray Moon District. Unlike the remote prisons in the lower districts, many methods are not convenient to use, so the solitary confinement cell is just a solitary confinement cell. It is pitch dark inside, and there is no sound at all. The smell is also extremely strong, and most people cannot endure being locked up for several hours.

Wilson didn't say how many hours he would lock them up, which naturally meant that he wanted them to suffer more so as to avoid causing more trouble.

Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a young man out of the corner of his eye. He seemed to have been standing silently in a corner of the shadow, looking at this place for a long time.

Unlike other prisoners who either gloated over other people's misfortunes or did not want to meddle in other people's affairs, he was very quiet. It was not the kind of quietness that comes from total despair, but a kind of quietness that was so calm that it even seemed superior.

He didn't smile, nor did he look malicious, but Wilson just felt inexplicably uncomfortable, a chill creeping up on him like a maggot on his tarsal bones.

"...Who is that?" Wilson asked his subordinates with a frown. He could not recognize all the prisoners.

"He looks familiar. He seems to have just come in last night. His name is César. He is charged with stealing valuables and is sentenced to three months in prison."

"He has no last name?" Wilson asked casually, and then replied to himself: "It seems that he is a vagrant who is desperate for wealth."

But after saying this, he even hesitated.

The word "stray child" seems particularly inappropriate when used to describe this young boy, no matter how you think about it.

This was the result of César deliberately changing some of his characteristics that were different from these people. After all, some differences could be easily seen, such as birth and upbringing.

Once you don't try to hide it, you will become particularly conspicuous in prison.

Noticing Wilson's gaze, the black-haired boy tilted his head slightly and raised his eyes to meet his. Still without any emotion, he just slightly curved his lips and smiled at him.

Wilson nodded involuntarily.

By the time he reacted, the other party had already left.

…

…

"Brother, can you please be flexible and let us get something entertaining? We are covered in wounds and are about to be locked up in the solitary confinement cell..." As he spoke, the man put two cigarettes in the hand of the leading prison guard with a flattering smile on his face.

"Of course you can, but go quickly and come back quickly, don't let anyone see you."

Several prisoners who had successfully negotiated left with smiles on their faces, but their true colors were revealed halfway through and they started swearing. Fortunately, they had hidden a few flashlights and playing cards, as well as some cigarettes in the switch room, which at least would make their time in the solitary confinement cell less unbearable.

The way to the switch room was a bit far from their current location, and they had to hide, so they had to spend some extra time.

The switch room was much darker than the outside, and it was hard to see clearly when you suddenly walked in. I heard that this was originally a punishment room, with special electric chairs and other things, and a lot of wires piled up in the corners.

Except for the staff, most people are reluctant to come here, but they are happy to use this place to scare or "punish" people who disobey their orders. As long as they don't go too far, don't expose it to the public, and don't commit crimes to some prison guards, no one will care about them.

Several people cursed and entered the switch room as if they were familiar with the place, but they found something wrong -

There weren't so many broken wires on the ground when they came here before?

No, it was more like it was cut in half rather than broken, with the damaged end casually thrown on the ground and the other end connected to nobody.

"…Who the hell comes to the distribution room to vent his anger on the wires?" Even though they felt a little inexplicably creepy for a moment, they thought again that this kind of thing was not uncommon. Every time, bullied prisoners liked to vent their anger on public property. Many items in accident-prone areas would break from time to time, so they relaxed.

They continued to walk deeper into the place where they hid their carefully saved "treasures". However, the deeper they went, the more wires there were. In addition to the newly cut ones, there were also many abandoned old wires, which were entangled with each other and almost covered the ground.

“…”

The men finally realized something was wrong.

This was not an act of venting anger by angry prisoners at all, but more like a trap laid quietly and patiently by someone with a premeditated plan.

They are like insects that have foolishly fallen upon a spider's web and unknowingly disturb their hunter.

All of a sudden, cold sweat covered the foreheads and backs of all the people in the distribution room. They stumbled and tried to walk out tremblingly, to quickly leave this strange distribution room. However, the dark light in the depths and the tangled cables under their feet perfectly blocked their steps.

Finally, they saw the door to leave here, and the young man standing in front of the door against the light.

He didn't know when he stood here, and he didn't know when he had just quietly watched them go deeper and struggle. Behind him was the bright light outside the door, but he faced them with an extremely indifferent, cold, and careless attitude.

Suddenly, they seemed to see him smile slightly.

They couldn't see the smile clearly, but they instinctively felt a great panic. This panic drove their desire to survive and made them run forward desperately.

The boy ignored the dying struggle. He just slowly raised his hand and placed it on the switch on the wall beside him.

Then, without hesitation, he pressed down -

"Ding."

A crackling sound suddenly rang out, accompanied by a frightening burnt smell, and the distribution room was briefly lit up like daylight.

What followed was the man's heart-wrenching scream.