The unusual situation in the distribution room soon alarmed Wilson.

He frowned as he listened to his subordinates' reports. His heart gradually sank, and he asked, "Have you checked the surveillance?"

"We checked," the subordinate said, with a hint of fear in his voice, "...there were no suspicious people on the roads near the distribution room that were monitored, and those people went in on their own, without any signs of being coerced..."

What a "no suspicious person" who "voluntarily entered the distribution room".

Wilson pursed his lips tightly and whispered "Damn it".

Their surveillance is not everywhere, and the coverage density is still relatively low. For example, there is no surveillance in the distribution room, otherwise it would not have become the place where those people hid the treasure.

They probably never imagined until their death that the "secret base" they thought was extremely convenient would one day become a natural trap set by the devil.

"Investigate all the prisoners who have had conflicts with them recently. No leniency!"

Keeping such people in ordinary prisons is undoubtedly throwing a wolf into the flock!

You know, even among prisoners, not everyone has the mentality and ability to kill several of their own kind without blinking an eye, not to mention that he completely avoided the eyes and ears of everyone, even the surveillance cameras in the prison - this can only mean that, if he is not gifted, then his sensitivity and familiarity with the camera have reached an extremely terrifying level.

He doesn't even have any talent, otherwise the B-level talent holder in the prison would not be completely unaware of this.

...Even Wilson would feel terrified. It is conceivable that if this person cannot be found, the prison will be in chaos - and by then it will not just be this person, but also the collapsed, desperate, taking advantage of the situation and even starting to party...prisoners.

"Are you sure Xia Zuo Kaili is locked up in the cell?"

"It's certain. He has never come out since he was locked up."

“…”

Wilson narrowed his eyes as if he had thought of something, and the calm figure in his mind became clearer and clearer.

He asked in a deep voice: "...That Xizel, did he come in with Xia Zuo Kaili?"

"Yes, it is said that Kaili defended him when he was in the prison van."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then continued, “If you doubt him… I’ve heard some other things.”

As managers of a risky prison where prisoners have awakened talents, they need to know as much as possible about what happens in the prison every day and the abnormal behavior of the prisoners. So when Wilson mentioned César, his subordinates remembered what he had heard.

"Since the cells for minor prisoners were full, and there were vacancies for medium-sentence prisoners, Xizel was randomly assigned to the prison of George and Locke to stay with them for the time being."

"George and Locke?" Wilson called up the information of these two people from his mind and nodded: "Go on."

He was not unfamiliar with these two people. He was basically familiar with any prisoner who was disobedient and attempted to stir up trouble.

The subordinate's voice dropped slightly: "...But on the day he went in, Locke's wrist was scratched."

Wilson paused.

Upon seeing this, the subordinate quickly recounted what happened that day.

——After Locke was taken away by the prison guards, he went to the infirmary for a simple treatment and was then put in solitary confinement for possessing dangerous items.

However, this kind of person would never leave any marks on his body, and he had a good relationship with George. It was creepy and weird that he "accidentally" cut such a deep wound on such an important part of his wrist, and then cried and admitted that he cut it.

It's like...if I don't say this, I'll die.

Wilson exhaled deeply, his eyes filled with caution and vigilance.

"Inform the warden of this matter, and bring Césaire out for separate questioning."

He had a hunch that perhaps their prison had inadvertently imprisoned the most dangerous prisoner so far.

…

During the morning exercise time, the prisoners were chatting or having small-scale fights in groups of three or four in the courtyard. As they were far away and were under immediate control, no one knew about the horrific things happening in the distribution room.

Among this group of burly men, the handsome black-haired boy who was standing quietly against the wall and reading a book stood out.

If you ignore the overly simple environment, you might even mistakenly think that this is some higher education institution in the Federation, and that he is a well-behaved teenager who is concentrating on studying.

Wilson saw him the first time he came here.

The feeling the boy gave now was different from the first time he met him. At least for a moment he couldn't connect him with the person who was responsible for the tragedy in the switch room.

"Cesare, is it?"

When César looked up, he saw a man in a prison guard uniform walking towards him. He looked to be in his forties, with a sharp gleam in his eyes, and every move he made was efficient and powerful.

He knew this person. He had seen him in the cafeteria in the morning. He was surrounded by several guards, probably a captain or something like that.

So the purpose of such a person coming to me now is very clear.

Xizel was not surprised at all that he came here. He was even waiting for him here specifically. In order to pass the time, he even brought a book he had never read.

"It's me," the black-haired boy tilted his head slightly, politely closed the book, and asked, "Excuse me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The subordinates who were observing this scene from a distance couldn't help but be dazed when they saw this scene, wondering how such a person could become a prisoner in a prison.

"Nothing, just came to chat with you." Wilson smiled, suppressed his suspicion, lit a cigarette, and looked at the book in his hand: "Where did this come from?"

"I borrowed it from the staff." The black-haired boy blinked. "I guess books aren't considered prohibited items, right?"

"Of course, but you are the only one I have ever seen who can read peacefully in here."

Wilson stared at him without blinking, trying to read something from his calm expression, and suddenly changed the subject and asked:

"So, where did you go during breakfast today?"

Xizel's expression did not change at all. He just shook the book in his hand and said, "Of course I borrowed the book. It's not easy to borrow books in prison."

His speech speed was neither fast nor slow, but it always gave people the illusion of being leisurely and calm. He said softly: "You came to see me on purpose, is it...did something happen in prison?"

The black-haired boy had a faint smile on his lips. He slowly raised his eyes to look at Wilson and said word by word: "Let me guess, it has something to do with me... Is it the prisoners who were punished to be confined this morning? Something happened?"

Wilson's heart suddenly skipped a beat, his pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing became involuntarily disordered.

Unconsciously, the initiative of the conversation had completely changed. Even the black-haired boy who originally seemed particularly harmless had a sense of oppression that was not noticeable unless you carefully felt it.

After realizing this, Wilson's throat tightened and he recalled the scene just now with some disbelief.

...What on earth was going on? Wasn't he here to question César? How could he be so overwhelmed by a few light questions from the other party?

You know, César probably didn't guess it at all. If he was the one who did it, he would know the purpose of his visit better than anyone else!

Wilson secretly gritted his teeth, despised himself for being easily influenced, tried to suppress his embarrassment, and continued with Caesar's words in a calm manner: "In your opinion, if something really happened to them, who would have done it?"

The black-haired boy curled his lips as if he found it very funny and said puzzledly: "How should I know? I'm just an underage juvenile delinquent."

He said jokingly, "No matter what, it can't be someone as sick as me who can't even lift a hand, right?"