Chapter 17
Xizel thought carefully, considering that the effect of this ability is only five minutes, and it will be temporarily ineffective when the time is up, it would be a waste not to use it now.
So he calmly picked up the blade and without blinking, he cut his arm, which was so white that it was almost transparent.
——However, not even the slightest trace was left.
Not only did it leave no trace, but he even felt a distinct resistance as he paddled, like an invisible air membrane that prevented anything that could hurt him from entering.
The blade stopped just a fraction of a millimeter before touching his skin, unable to move any further.
...It really does look 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 show off, but to play his role well and become an insurance to 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 identity 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 that there was no sound outside, and he 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 ruthless as if he was facing an enemy, without any hesitation or wavering.
Even when he was looking at his own arm, he felt as if he was looking at a dead person's hand, an insignificant experimental subject that only provided him with some entertainment when he was bored.
Who knows if next time, it will be someone else who will provide him with such "fun".
Not daring to see what would happen next, George quickly closed his eyes again, his face pale.
He was a prisoner serving a medium sentence and a villain, but he had never come into contact with such a... overly terrifying person.
He could even be so careless as to attack himself, oblivious to pain and bleeding. How much more could he cherish or care about the pain and bleeding of others? Who would be so foolish as to throw this neurotic, naturally evil person into the medium-term prison? Shouldn't he be kept in the key control area of a high-level prison until the end of time?
But George didn't dare to say it out loud. His thoughts unconsciously returned to the brown-haired boy from before, and he couldn't help but think:
…Does that person really know his friend’s true nature beneath the skin?
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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 some mental problems.
When they arrived at the cell, the prison guard saw that he seemed 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 a month of quiet stay. Don't cause any trouble!"
"Thank you, you are such a good person!" said the brown-haired boy with shining eyes.
Prison guard uncle: "..."
He looked at the particularly harmless face of the juvenile offender, and thought of the black-haired boy who seemed particularly sickly and well-behaved, but who had a faintly inexplicable sense of weirdness after entering. He began to have a suspicion that was infinitely close to the correct answer.
...Could it be that this kid was cheated by his friend?
He was so absorbed in his own suspicions that he naturally didn't notice that although Xia Zuo said he was a good man, he didn't promise to be quiet and not cause trouble.
Since it wasn't free time and lights out wasn't far away, the prisoners in Xia Zuo's cell were all present. When they saw him come in, they looked him up and down with a mixture of fear and curiosity before they 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 doubtfully, "Yes, what's the problem?"
"He was too weak and flew away with one kick. Luckily I managed to grab 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:
This new guy is pretty 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 how he looked in the eyes of other prisoners, but he kept in mind the advice César had given him and decided to talk more, striving to become the most popular prisoner in the prison.
So he said in a friendly manner: "If you want to try it, you can come to me."
After 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 thought that César was that fragile and pitiful child who needed his protection, and he couldn't imagine how he 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's really injured 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 usual pale face, he looked calm and composed. It was very likely that he slept better last night than he did, who had been worried about his friend.
Xia Zuo: "?"
Caesar is actually alright?
However, thinking this way, just as 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 and also blocked Caesar's figure.
Xia Zuo was a little unhappy, but he still asked in a good-tempered manner: "What's the matter with you?"
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 worried that with so many people here, he wouldn't be able to find Caesar anytime soon. He said quickly, "If you're all right, 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 eliminated George with one move seriously. They just thought it was a rumor that had been spread by word of mouth and had changed its meaning. 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 people who make 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 a moment of hesitation, 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 since 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 the first level of B grade, their ability is only to sense whether someone in the prison is using talents, and to distinguish the level and type of talents, so as to kill or control them as soon as possible. They do not have any offensive power.
Their prison was just an ordinary one, and the criminals inside were just ordinary criminals. If a gifted person sneaked in, it would be like a wolf sneaking into the sheepfold. Not to mention that gifted people who could enter the prison were generally not very friendly. The interaction between their personalities and abilities would make them more like a madman.
And no one doubts the destructive power of a capable madman.
Therefore, in this situation, the prison will prioritize 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 are supervisors around who can comfort 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 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'll be fine soon. I was very gentle!"
Wilson also knew what kind of people those people were like on a daily basis. After realizing that today's incident was just a false alarm, he waved his hand and said, "Number 1058, Xia Zuo Kaili, will be confined to his cell for five hours."
"Those others, just throw them 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. Therefore, the solitary confinement cell is just a solitary confinement cell. It is pitch black inside, and there is no sound. The smell is also extremely strong. Most people can't stand it 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 prevent them from 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 shadows, looking at this place for a long time.
Unlike other prisoners who either gloated over other people's misfortunes or didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs, he was very quiet. It wasn't the kind of quietness that comes from complete despair, but a quietness that was so calm that it even seemed superior.
He didn't smile, nor did he look malicious, but Wilson felt inexplicably uncomfortable, a chill creeping up on him like a leech on his tarsus.
"...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 been released last night. His name is César. He's charged with theft of valuables and is serving a three-month sentence."
"He has no last name?" Wilson asked casually, then replied, "Looks like a waif desperate for wealth."
But after saying this, he 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 origin 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 looked up to meet his gaze. 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.
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"Brother, could you please be flexible and let us get something entertaining? We are covered in wounds and are about to be locked up in solitary confinement..." 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 so no one sees you."
Several prisoners who had successfully negotiated left with smiles on their faces, but their true natures were revealed halfway through and they started swearing. They thought that fortunately they had hidden a few flashlights, playing cards, and some cigarettes in the distribution room, which at least would make their time in solitary confinement less difficult.
The way to the distribution room was a bit far from their current location, and they had to hide, so they had to spend some more time.
The switch room was much darker than the outside, and it was hard to see clearly when you suddenly walked in. I also heard that this was originally a punishment room, with a special electric chair and other things, and there were a lot of wires piled in the corners in a mess.
Apart from the staff, most people are reluctant to come here, but they are happy to use this place to scare or "punish" those who disobey their orders. As long as they don't go too far, don't make it public, and don't commit crimes against some prison guards, no one will care about them.
Several people cursed and entered the distribution room as if they were familiar with the place, but found something wrong -
There weren't so many broken wires on the ground when they came here before?
No, it’s 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 nowhere.
"...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 is not uncommon. Every time, bullied prisoners like to vent their anger on public property. Many items in accident-prone areas will 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 at all an act of venting anger by angry prisoners, 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.
In an instant, cold sweat covered the foreheads and backs of all the people in the distribution room. They stumbled and tried to walk out tremblingly, trying to quickly leave this strange distribution room. However, the extremely 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 had stood here, nor 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 a particularly indifferent, cold, and nonchalant 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. The distribution room was briefly lit up for a moment, as bright as day.
What followed was the man's heart-wrenching scream.
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