"It's already this late, why is there still no news from McCann?"
Administrator No. 2 frowned and asked the subordinate he had called over.
It stands to reason that if McCann succeeded, he would find an informant to report the situation to him, and there would be no need for him to personally inquire about it.
After all, it was a matter between prisoners, and as management they could not directly get involved or interfere. He also had enough confidence in McCann, but for some reason, he always felt a little uneasy today.
"…It's not that there is no news," his subordinate said with a little cold sweat on his forehead, "but Xia Zuo has been counting four-leaf clovers in the corner of the courtyard and didn't show up for the appointment at all…"
Administrator No. 2: “…”
Administrator No. 2: "What did you say? Say it again."
Counting four-leaf clovers?
Counting four-leaf clovers? ! !
He felt as if his head was buzzing, and he could hardly suppress his emotions. After taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice:
"...Then if it wasn't Xia Zuo who went to the appointment, who was the person who stayed in the warehouse with McCann for several hours?"
You know, in order to prevent Xia Zuo from finding out, he didn't even have anyone go to the warehouse to keep an eye on him. Who would have thought that Xia Zuo didn't go, but was still hiding in a corner to kill time? Counting four-leaf clovers? Is this something he should do at his age? !
It's time to pull out all the clovers and four-leaf clovers in the yard!
"bite."
Just then, the computer in front of him rang and a document popped up.
And on the file, there is an attached video.
Administrator No. 2 looked at the file, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
"You go down."
He didn't pay any attention to his subordinates, and was concentrating on staring at the video file. Before he knew it, he had clenched his fists nervously.
The bad feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger.
He calmed himself down and chose to open the video file.
A very familiar face appeared on the screen.
"…McCann?!"
The man in the video looked pale, with large patches of blood on his face and eyes, making him look particularly unrecognizable. At this moment, the face moved slightly away from the screen.
Someone grabbed the hair on the top of his head, and pulled his head back with a hand wearing a white glove. The action was casual and nonchalant, and there was an especially easygoing smile in the voice:
"Good evening, Mr. Administrator."
Administrator No. 2's pupils shrank slightly.
This voice and attitude...are those of Xia Zuo's supervisor!
His entire body was a little stiff, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost for a moment, staring at the scene on the screen in disbelief -
But no matter how he looked, the man who was being held by the hair like a dead dog was none other than McKen, whom he had high hopes for, and the white gloves soaked in blood clearly belonged to the man who was doing all this.
——Cesare.
How could he...? !
"It turns out that white gloves are too easy to get dirty..." The boy seemed to be complaining in frustration, but his voice did not reveal any negative emotions. Instead, it carried a faint smile.
"But a disobedient dog should be punished more harshly, right?"
"What are you doing?!" Administrator No. 2 couldn't help but roared in a low voice, and then he realized belatedly that this was just a pre-recorded video file, and any response from him could not reach the ears of the black-haired boy.
He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Yeah, it's just a video file.
Mikan is most likely…dead.
He felt as if his whole body was frozen. He wanted to look away and go out to check the situation himself, but he couldn't help but stare at the screen, unable to move at all.
...And the following scenes were no exaggeration to say that they were hell.
Administrator No. 2 felt that he was not a good person, and even in a terrible place like the Central Prison, he had seen enough. But when he watched everything that happened in the video, he still wanted to vomit physically.
McCann was tortured repeatedly to the point of collapse, given hope, and then shattered with his own hands until he became numb countless times.
This series of processes was incredibly coherent, as if it was an instinct for the black-haired boy, just like eating and drinking.
Administrator No. 2 felt a dry throat and even felt a vague pain all over his body. This feeling of tingling scalp and feeling like thorns in the back made him feel very uncomfortable.
...How could someone be so nonchalant and do such a cruel thing?
This is pure torture, no water in it, no matter it is physical or psychological.
...Does anyone really have the willpower to make it through?
Except for the first few sentences, the rest of the video was muted, and he couldn't even see the black-haired boy's lip movements.
Why didn't Mikan fight back? Why didn't he kill César?
How did Cesar subdue Mikan?
A series of questions popped up in his mind, but he couldn't think about them. As soon as he closed his eyes, the scene that would appear before his eyes was something that could never be easily erased from his memory.
Cesare was taking revenge on him.
That's why he recorded the video in advance and found a computer to send the video file to himself.
Even after he read it, the document became invalid.
...Stop it.
Stop it.
Administrator No. 2 felt an overwhelming sense of fear.
Absolutely...absolutely, don't become his enemy again.
…
…
"Xize, will he be able to see the video this way?"
Ursula extended her tentacles and poked the computer screen. She had never seen such a new thing before.
There is no computer in César's room. Computers are still relatively rare in this world. However, it is not difficult for him to use it. He just needs to say hello to Kevin.
"Yes." Xizel calmly cleared the traces, turned off the computer, and replied with a smile:
"After all, he is the mastermind behind this. It would be inappropriate to let him leave unscathed."
At least there should be a little bit of psychological shadow.
This was also the reason why Xia Zuo was not allowed to come to the warehouse. Xizel was very aware of the scene he had created. The probability that Xia Zuo would be affected was 100%.
"I have edited the video. It won't be a problem if he sees it. Don't worry."
The black-haired boy spoke gently.
At most, you can just guess his talent, although the other party will definitely guess his talent completely wrong.
Ursula nodded, and when her eyes touched those fragments, she did not have any other emotions, but said: "You have kept his hand."
"Ah, you mean this." The black-haired boy smiled harmlessly and answered her questions in a good-natured manner: "After all, only when you subconsciously believe that you [own] something will you have the option of voluntarily [giving] it away, right?"
So, Cesar left McCann's hand.
This was the only intact part of McKen's body.
Ursula tilted her head and said, "You are right. His ability depends entirely on his hands. Once his hands are disabled, he may think that he no longer has this ability."
How can you give to others something you don't even own?
"I'm going to tell Xia Zuo about your talent." Ursula raised her index finger seriously: "He will be super shocked."
The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes and laughed a little.
"good."
…
…
In fact, Xia Zuo was almost bored to death.
He used his super eyesight to search the flower beds in the courtyard and found a total of five four-leaf clovers and one five-leaf clover.
There was no other place with the same grass for him to turn over.
Xia Zuo was reluctant to stop and stopped with regret.
After all, Xizel didn't have any special requirements for him today. As long as he was safe and sound and didn't attract attention, he healed himself while trying to have some fun.
...Speaking of which, can we dig a tunnel out of the public toilet sewer?
Xia Zuo: eager to try.jpg
His eyes lit up, and he was about to walk over there when he heard his friend's calm voice coming from behind him:
"Don't tell me you want to dig a sewer."
Xia Zuo: “…”
Damn it, how did Caesar guess it again!
The brown-haired boy turned his head, scratched his cheek, and said a little aggrievedly: "This is too boring, QAQ."
"Wait, there's a smell of blood." Xia Zuo's expression suddenly became serious. He took two steps forward and sniffed carefully: "...It's very strong."
It was just like being immersed in a sea of blood and corpses.
Cesar remained calm: "This is Macon's blood. As long as Ursula is here, I'm fine."
When Xia Zuo heard him say this, he did not ask any more questions, but instead his eyes lit up with curiosity: "Then Caesar, what is your talent? Caesar's white talent must be very unique!"
"Just don't be afraid."
The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows slightly.
Xia Zuo was a little surprised: "Why should I be afraid of your talent?"
Xizel did not answer, but said: "Its name is "Pilgrimage Offering", which can permanently and completely deprive the gift holder of the gift."
After these words were spoken, the air seemed to be silent for a moment.
Xia Zuo slowly opened his eyes and said, "Permanently deprive me of my talent...?"
Xia Zuo: “!!!”
The brown-haired boy hugged him excitedly and almost jumped up: "What a strong talent! You are worthy of being Caesar, hahahaha!"
Ursula: “…”
The black energy around her suddenly exploded, screaming in Xia Zuo's ear:
"Get your claws off me, idiot!!!"
Xia Zuo's eardrums were hurt by the explosion and he quickly let go of Xizel. He found that the black-haired boy's face was pale and there was even a little blood on his lips. His physical condition was much worse than before.
"…What's going on?"
Xia Zuo was a little confused and at a loss for a moment. He could only reflexively give the other party treatment.
Obviously, Caesar's health had improved a lot before, so how come he suddenly returned to the state he was in when we first met?
"I haven't finished speaking yet." The black-haired boy was not annoyed by his actions - at least on the surface, he calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingertips and said, "There are limits to my ability."
"There is a cool-down period, and both parties must be willing. And every time I gain an ability, my body will have a severe rejection reaction."
The black-haired boy said calmly: "I guess this cooling time should actually be a mandatory protective measure. After all, if the rejection reaction is too severe, I will die."
Xia Zuo suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He hated to hear the word "death" coming out of the other person's mouth.
The boy pursed his lips and said with a firm look: "I will work harder, Caesar. I will protect you and Ursula. This promise is permanent."
Xizel glanced at him and smiled: "Well, but I will still take the talent that I deserve."
It is better to rely on yourself than on others.
No one can make him violate this iron rule.