Chapter 18
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, his voice tinged with fear, the sweat still on his forehead. "...There weren't any suspicious people on the surveillance cameras near the distribution room. And those people went in on their own, with no signs of coercion..."
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 trap set by the devil.
"Investigate and interrogate all the prisoners who have had conflicts with them recently. No leniency will be shown!"
Keeping such people in ordinary prisons is undoubtedly like letting 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 - by then it will not just be this person, but also the prisoners who are collapsed, desperate, taking advantage of the situation and even starting to party...
"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, "...did that Xizel 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 and 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 was a vacant space for medium-sentence prisoners, Xizel was randomly assigned to the prison where George and Locke were staying, staying with them for the time being."
"George and Locke?" Wilson pulled up the information about these two people from his mind and nodded. "Go on."
He was not unfamiliar with these two people. He was familiar with any prisoner who was disobedient and tried to stir up trouble.
The subordinate's voice dropped slightly, "...But on the day he went in, Locke's wrist was cut."
Wilson paused.
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 marks on his body, and he had a good relationship with George. He "accidentally" cut such a deep wound on such an important part of his wrist, and then cried and admitted that he was the one who cut it. It was a bit creepy and weird no matter how you looked at it.
It's like...if I don't say this, I'll die.
Wilson took a deep breath, 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. Because they were relatively 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 alone 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 some well-behaved teenager concentrating on studying.
Wilson saw him the first time he came here.
The boy now gave people a different feeling from the first time he met him. At least for a moment he couldn't connect him with the person who caused the tragedy in the distribution 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 find 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 were all involuntarily lost in thought when they saw this scene, wondering how such a person could become a prisoner in a jail.
"Nothing, just came to chat with you." Wilson smiled, suppressed his suspicion, lit a cigarette, and cast his eyes on the book in his hand: "Where did this come from?"
"I borrowed it from the staff." The black-haired boy blinked. "I suppose books aren't considered prohibited items, right?"
"Of course, but you're the only one I've seen who can peacefully read in here."
Wilson stared at him intently, trying to read something from his calm expression. Suddenly, he changed the subject and asked:
"So, where did you go during breakfast today?"
Xizel's expression didn't change at all. He just shook the book in his hand and said, "Of course I borrowed it. It's not easy to borrow books in prison."
His speech was neither fast nor slow, yet it gave people the illusion of being leisurely and calm. He said softly, "You came to see me on purpose. Is... something wrong 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 about those prisoners who were punished to be put in solitary confinement this morning? Something happened?"
Wilson's heart suddenly skipped a beat, his pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing became involuntarily disordered.
Before they knew it, the initiative in the conversation had completely shifted to someone else. Even the black-haired boy, who had previously appeared remarkably harmless, began to feel a sense of oppression that was imperceptible unless one carefully observed it.
After realizing this, Wilson's throat tightened and he recalled the scene just now with some disbelief.
...What was going on? Wasn't he here to question César? How could he be so overwhelmed by a few light-hearted questions?
You know, it is very likely that César did not 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 gritted his teeth secretly, cursing himself for being so easily influenced. He tried hard to suppress his embarrassment and continued with Cesar's words with a forced calmness: "So, in your opinion, if something really happened to them, who would have done it?"
The black-haired boy curled his lips in amusement and said in confusion, "How should I know? I'm just an underage juvenile delinquent."
He said jokingly, "No matter what, it can't be someone as sickly as me who can't even lift a muscle, right?"
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