Wilson's expression was strange for a moment when he heard the boy say this, and he couldn't help but look the other up and down again.

What Xizel said was indeed correct. Anyone could see that he was in poor health. He was tall and thin, and the part of his wrist that was exposed was slender and pale, as if it could be broken with a slight bend. He did not have any offensive power at all.

The amount of work required to create the trap in the switch room seemed a bit beyond his scope.

Wilson couldn't help but doubt himself and began to wonder whether the black-haired boy in front of him was really capable of completing such a large workload, and whether he had chosen the wrong person.

As he thought about this, his face showed something involuntarily. Seeing Wilson's expression, Cesar said sympathetically, "If there is anything you need help with, I'm happy to help."

He said lightly: "After all, finding evidence is not an easy task."

Wilson's thoughts were interrupted when he heard this.

He suddenly understood. Not to mention whether César had the physical strength to complete the trap in the switch room, even if he really found a way to complete it, what evidence did he have to convict him?

——There were no witnesses, no one was on the surveillance camera, and there was nothing at the scene that could identify the culprit. César? He knew nothing. He was a law-abiding and obedient man. He even went through a lot of trouble to borrow a book from a place like prison, but the book he read was boring stuff like A 10-year Overview of Federal Technology.

He just needs to look innocent and stand there, and who would think he was the one who did it?

Wilson's back suddenly felt a little cold, as if he had given up something. He was silent for a moment, and finally just said, "No need."

With an unsightly look on his face, he turned and left, and his confused subordinates followed him with a bewildered look on their faces.

The black-haired boy stared at their backs for a while, his face expressionless and his eyes calm as if he was just looking at dummies in a low-dimensional world like in movies or TV shows. Then he slowly withdrew his gaze and continued to turn the pages of his book.

On the other side, the subordinates had already caught up with Wilson: "Captain, how is it?"

“…” Wilson said in a deep voice: “Report to the warden and tell him that the culprit of this incident cannot be identified.”

The subordinate was shocked: "Why?"

He realized it later and lowered his voice and said, "Because of insufficient evidence? But if you want, we can..."

"Coercion, inducement, or torture?" Wilson snorted, and sneered with fear, "It won't work on a guy like him."

He once saw an S-class wanted criminal on the run from afar in the central area. After the man was caught, he followed his predecessor at the time, standing in an inconspicuous position and participated in the interrogation of that man.

But no matter what means they used, the other party just laughed, as if he was born without a soul belonging to this world. In the end, the death penalty could not be confirmed, and he could only be escorted back to that prison again.

And there are many such people imprisoned in that prison.

The feeling that Xizel gave him just now almost reminded him of the experience of standing in the corner with cold hands and feet.

"… God can only help us. Our ordinary prison can't afford to produce a lunatic of that level."

…

The whereabouts of the "missing four" were soon revealed.

The warden stated that four prisoners violated prison regulations and secretly went to the distribution room on their way to the solitary confinement cell. They eventually played with fire and got burned, and the aging and poorly repaired lines in the distribution room killed them. The prison guard who neglected his duty was also dismissed.

It's a very fair and just way of handling the matter, and everyone is happy with it.

When Xia Zuo was released, almost all the prisoners discussed the matter in private.

"They should have died long ago. They refused to leave the prison and relied on their seniority to bully others. Are they being punished by God now?"

"I heard they hid a lot of gadgets in the switch room. What a pity. I guess they were all taken away."

"No wonder there was such a loud scream out of nowhere... I thought some big brother was beating up a newbie and forgot to hold back..."

Most of the prisoners had little empathy to begin with, and those four guys were always causing trouble, so they didn't have the slightest sympathy for this matter.

The brown-haired boy was confused, so he found a relatively kind-looking person and asked, "What's going on? I've been in solitary confinement this morning, and everyone seems to have new topics to talk about when I come out..."

The light-sentence prisoners who were also wearing light-colored prison uniforms glanced at him and obviously recognized Xia Zuolai who had caused a big commotion in the cafeteria that morning. They were a little timid, but seeing that he had no intention of picking a fight, they enthusiastically shared this fresh melon with others: "The four people who had a conflict with you today are all dead in the power distribution room. Not a single one is left!"

He lowered his voice, his tone filled with gloating pleasure: "Those troublemakers deserved it! When I first came in..."

He stopped talking abruptly.

"Did they bully you?" the brown-haired boy asked, frowning slightly.

"..." The man's expression became much uglier, and he waved his hand: "Don't ask so many questions, you are lucky enough."

Xia Zuo only understood "good luck" and felt a little happy. He felt relieved that there are still many good people in this world. He replied politely:

"Thank you, you too."

man:"……"

Man: "Go away."

Xia Zuo: “???”

He didn't understand why the other party suddenly changed his expression. He was about to ask a few more questions when he was tapped on the shoulder. This instantly triggered his counterattack system, and he restrained himself halfway through the counterattack.

After all, besides the enemy, there was also César who would pat him on the shoulder and was so eerily quiet that he didn't seem like a living person.

"Did you just want to throw me?"

As soon as he turned around, Xia Zuo heard the light, soul-searching questioning from his best friend.

Xia Zuo: “…”

He stared at the faint smile on the black-haired boy's face, his cerebral cortex tightened, and the desire to survive made him quickly shake his head with confidence: "How could I - how could I hurt my friend!!"

Xizel blinked and found that the protagonist of the comic book had a very interesting trait——

He always seems to have intermittent problems understanding what people say, and can poke other people's scars like a gifted person, but his perception of danger is extremely sharp. Coupled with his aura as the protagonist and the love of readers, it is no wonder that he has not been stabbed to death for so long.

He heard all the conversations between Xia Zuo and the prisoner just now. Every time this happened, he couldn't help but applaud and smile at the protagonist's good luck.

That person just told me to get out of here instead of stabbing me. It was really a great luck to meet such a generous person in a place like this.

"By the way, Caesar, I just heard from them that several prisoners died accidentally in the switch room." The brown-haired boy frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "But I always feel that this matter is not that simple..."

"They are all prisoners serving sentences, Cesar. You are alone over there, so you must be more careful."

"Intuition?" César asked casually as he adjusted the cuffs of his prison uniform.

"...Not really," Xia Zuo hesitated, "I just feel it's not right. After all, they were fighting with me this morning, and then they were gone after a while. It's a bit unreal."

Xizel nodded calmly: "That's the problem of dying too quickly."

Xia Zuo: “?”

The point of his words...is this it?