Due to the inexplicable filter of favorability, Xia Zuo gave up thinking deeply about this doubt.

He was alert at first, and after making sure that there was no one nearby, he asked Xizel in a low voice what he should do next.

The black-haired boy blinked, his misty blue eyes were hazy and gentle. He smiled and said, "Just follow your own ideas. I believe in you, Xia Zuo."

——He really believes in the protagonist’s ability to attract hatred.

Xia Zuo didn't know what Xizel was thinking. When he heard the words "I believe you", his golden eyes lit up and he became happy.

"When I was in solitary confinement, I heard a big news," the brown-haired boy took credit for it to his friend. "I heard that this year the Federation and the Patrol Tower reached a new agreement and changed the policy. The Patrol Tower has increased its tolerance for accepting gifted prisoners. I'm afraid that many low-level gifted prisoners will be sent to the special prison under the Patrol Tower's jurisdiction."

Xizel lowered his eyes slightly and asked softly: "Who did you hear that from?"

"Prison guards." Xia Zuo looked confused. "It was the ones who pointed guns at me this morning. I heard them when they walked past my cell door."

They had actually lowered their voices, but they still couldn't hide it from Xia Zuo's ears.

"The Federation and the Patrol Tower were supposed to have nothing to do with each other." Xizel said calmly, "Ordinary people are under the jurisdiction of the Federation, and the Patrol Tower is responsible for registering, controlling, and accommodating gifted people whose numbers are much smaller than those of ordinary people. The Eastwood Lunatic Prison is a place of exile for some extremely dangerous people."

——He didn’t read the books in vain during these days.

There is no public information in the comics, but he can dig it out very patiently.

"But generally speaking, if you encounter a low-level gifted person in an ordinary prison, the Federation has the right to sentence him to death or send him to a higher-level central prison for the Federation to detain him. The picket tower usually won't say anything."

You know, although there are few gifted holders, their abilities can be upgraded, and a smaller number of gifted holders can even reach the level of some humanoid nuclear weapons in Eastwood Prison.

The Patrol Tower seems to have no worldly desires, but no one knows when its leader will want to unify the world for fun. At this time, the Federation without its own army of gifted holders will be at a disadvantage.

Therefore, the Federation strives to develop technology, and at the same time, the laws are mainly aimed at winning over gifted holders. As for gifted prisoners in prison, they will be taken in if they can be used for their own purposes, and killed on the spot if they cannot. They will never send anyone to the patrol tower, even if the person sent there is a prisoner.

It is better to be safe than sorry. There are many types of talents. If a high-level control system comes, those who hold the talents will be like knives in the hands of the patrol tower.

Now, the Federation has actually relented and agreed to transfer the gifted prisoners in the Federation's prisons directly to the picket tower. It seems that this is just a small concession, but often behind small concessions, there are more invisible interests involved.

If this is a game, the Federation is undoubtedly the loser.

Whether it is a rumor or not, such news coming out of the prison is worth pondering.

The key point is - what new consensus did the federal government and the picket tower reach, what wrong step did they make, or what handle did they get caught with that caused them to change their previous style of standing firm and take a step back?

Xia Zuo opened his eyes slightly.

He noticed that the black-haired boy was smiling.

The other person lowered his eyes, with the corners of his lips slightly curved, hiding a nonchalant smile, but it was much more real than his usual skillful smile.

Xia Zuo always felt that the more people around his friend, the more he got used to smiling. That kind of smile was emotionless, and it made people feel cold and unreal, as if they were walking on clouds.

"You laughed, Caesar." He couldn't help but speak with great interest: "I didn't expect that Caesar also likes to listen to gossip! My friend, this is not a hobby that needs to be hidden. Don't worry, I will share everything I hear with you in the future!"

Xizel: “…”

...Listen to gossip?

How on earth did this guy replace the different meanings of "gather intelligence" with a phrase like "enjoy gossip"?

The black-haired boy smiled slightly: "Has anyone ever told you that your hair looks like it's on fire?"

He sighed and said, "His brain must have been burned out. How pitiful."

Xia Zuo: “???”

My friend, I clearly did nothing wrong, why are you saying this to me? QAQ.

…

…

The two men strolled around the open area of ​​the prison and had a simple dinner - no, it should be said that Xia Zuo ate while Xizel read a book and refused when Xia Zuo tried to sell him the meal.

He has no appetite and feels nauseous if he eats too much.

Xia Zuo couldn't force him to eat, so he could only look at him with a look that said "you can't do this" while trying to fill his stomach himself.

When Xia Zuo regained his energy, Xizel closed the book and stood up, slightly curving his eyes: "You go back, I want to go to the staff area to take a look."

"Staff area?" Xia Zuo pointed at his prison uniform. "But you can't get through there, right? There are people guarding it."

"It's okay," Cesar said calmly, "I can go there quietly."

Xia Zuo suddenly realized and nodded: “That makes sense!”

César had no other intentions, he just wanted to see who the warden of this prison was and how he would react when the new policy came out.

He even saved a file.

After all, there is a prison in the Gray Moon District. The talent holders here are definitely of a higher level than those in the White Elephant District, but I don’t know what their abilities are.

The prison in the Gray Moon District is not small, and someone will count the prisoners' list every period, which makes it doubly difficult to act covertly without being discovered.

But César didn't have this concern.

So what if I was discovered?

After loading the file, everything is reset to zero.

Although this prison has surveillance cameras, they are not densely packed and there are many blind spots. As the only heir of the Crest family, even though he is suffering from illness, César received similar training when he was young, so he can still avoid appearing in the camera.

But for some sections of the road that have no obstructions and are very simple...

The black-haired boy, dressed in prison clothes, walked leisurely under the camera.

In the monitoring room, Wilson, who happened to be watching the surveillance these days, said: "......?"

He watched the young man he had just met today walk over to him leisurely. His pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly began to check the surveillance camera in front of him, but found that there was no trace of him on the previous screen, as if he had never been there.

Wilson's heart sank as his guess was confirmed, but he didn't dare to relax at all - he didn't know how Cesar did it, but the area he was in was already a staff area that was not open to prisoners!

And he just discovered the other party now. Before that, he had no idea what he had done!

"Captain, we need to issue an early warning..."

"No, don't alert him," Wilson stared at the other man, "I want to meet him in person."

He wanted to see what this person was going to do!

The man put on his coat and was about to go out, but he saw the black-haired boy on the screen raise his head——

Those misty blue eyes, which were beautiful no matter from which angle they were viewed, seemed to see him through the lens, staring into his eyes, and slowly revealing a smile without any emotion.

“…”

Wilson's blood almost froze.

When he came to his senses, the other person was no longer visible in the surveillance video.

Cesar doesn't really like being exposed in front of the camera, so whenever possible, he will avoid the camera.

During the day, many guards were scattered in the prisoner activity area, and there were not many people in the staff area. It was easier for him to avoid them, and no physical conflicts had occurred so far.

Instead, he went further and further away.

"【Danger】……?"

Thirty-five minutes later, an iron door sealed with orange tape miraculously appeared before his eyes.

Cesar became interested and became extremely curious about what was inside the door.

“It looks like it can’t be opened.”

He did not have the wishful thinking that he could open the door by his own strength. He turned around calmly and gave a friendly smile to Wilson who was chasing him breathlessly, as if he had expected it.

"Good evening, Captain Wilson."

The black-haired boy put one hand in the trouser pocket of his prison uniform and the other hand on the door behind him. Even though the simple prison uniform was on him, it had a sense of elegance, which made Wilson, who was sweating all over, look inferior.

"It's not easy to find you, Cesar." Wilson stood up and walked towards him step by step, holding the gun steady from beginning to end: "You should know that this is the employee area, right? What is your purpose in coming here?"

"Compared to my purpose," the black-haired boy slightly turned sideways to let the other party see the iron door behind him. His voice was smiling, but his tone was 100% calm. "Captain, aren't you curious about what's inside this door?"

Wilson's brows jumped: "This is not your business."

"That is... the warden's secret, a secret that even you are not qualified to know." The black-haired boy walked towards Wilson slowly, his tone relaxed, as if he didn't even notice the gun in the other's hand.

Wilson felt increasingly cold. He noticed that the boy didn't care whether he shot or not. He just looked at him with a half-smile, like a god looking down upon humans.

His hand holding the gun had begun to sweat and became sticky.

"You're just a prisoner, Cesar. You'll be released in three months," Wilson said sternly. "You better be clear-headed. There's no need to risk your life here!"

"No, I'm very clear-headed, sir." The pair of misty blue eyes had come before his eyes, with a calmness that he couldn't understand. The mist was so close that it looked like an ice field in the polar regions. "But what if I say that I just want to sacrifice my life?"

Wilson's hands shook involuntarily.

"Bang!!"

Gunshot.

Everything returned to silence.

…

The black-haired boy opened his eyes again, and opposite him was the comic protagonist Xia Zuo who was preparing to go back.

The dizziness of doing it all over again eroded his brain, but he bent his eyes uncontrollably, almost using a little effort to suppress an inappropriate smile, and asked with a smile and ease: "Xia Zuo."

"Do you want to come with me?"

The brown-haired boy's golden eyes sparkled for a moment.

"I've been waiting for you to say this, Caesar!"