Chapter 19
Hearing the boy say this, Wilson's expression became strange for a moment, and he couldn't help but look the other person up and down again.
What Xizel said was indeed right. Anyone could see that he was in poor health. He was tall and thin, and his exposed wrist was slender and pale, as if it could be broken with a slight bend. He had no offensive power at all.
The amount of work required to create the trap in the distribution room seemed a bit beyond his expectations.
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 found 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 am 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 distribution room, even if he really found a way to complete it, what evidence would he have to convict him?
There were no witnesses, no sign of him on surveillance, and nothing at the scene to identify the culprit. César? He knew nothing. He was a law-abiding, obedient man, even going through the trouble of borrowing books from a prison, only to find them boring, like "A Ten-Year Overview of Federal Technology."
He just needs to act innocent and stand there, and who would think he was the one who did it?
Wilson felt a sudden chill on his back, as if he had given up something. He was silent for a moment, and finally just said, "No need."
He looked grim, turned around and left, and his subordinates, who were confused, followed him with a bewildered look on their faces.
The black-haired boy stood there looking 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 flip through 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, "Because of insufficient evidence? But if you want, we can..."
"Coercion, bribery, or torture?" Wilson chuckled, then said with a fearful sneer, "It won't work on a guy like him."
He once saw an S-class wanted criminal escaping from afar in the central area. After the criminal was caught, he followed his senior at the time and stood in an inconspicuous position to participate in the interrogation of the criminal.
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 the prison again.
And there are many such people imprisoned in that prison.
The feeling that César gave him just now almost reminded him of the time when he stood in the corner with his hands and feet cold.
"...We can only pray for God's help. Our ordinary prison can't afford to produce a lunatic of that level."
…
The whereabouts of the "missing four" were soon revealed.
The warden's explanation to the public was 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 by the aging and poorly repaired wiring in the distribution room. 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 privately.
"They should have died long ago. They refused to leave the prison and even relied on their seniority to bully others. Now they are doomed to be punished by heaven, right?"
"I heard they hid a lot of gadgets in the switch room. What a pity. I guess they've all been taken away."
"No wonder there were such loud screams all of a sudden... I thought some big brother was beating up the newbie and forgot to hold back..."
Most prisoners had little empathy, 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 someone with a relatively friendly face and, using his excellent habit of asking questions when he didn't understand, asked, "What's going on? I've been in solitary confinement all morning, and now that I've come out, everyone seems to have something new to talk about..."
The light-sentence inmate, also wearing a light-colored prison uniform, glanced at him, obviously recognizing Xia Zuolai, who had caused such a commotion in the cafeteria that morning. He felt a little wary, but seeing that he had no intention of picking a fight, he enthusiastically shared this fresh news with everyone: "The four people who clashed 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 glee: "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 "You are lucky" 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: "Get lost."
Xia Zuo: "???"
He didn't understand why the other party suddenly changed his expression. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, he was tapped on the shoulder, which instantly triggered his counterattack system. He restrained himself halfway through the counterattack.
After all, besides his enemies, there was also César, who would pat his 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 good friend.
Xia Zuo: "..."
He stared at the faint smile on the black-haired boy's face, and his cerebral cortex tightened. The desire to survive made him quickly and confidently shake his head: "How could it be - how could I hurt my friend!!"
Xizel blinked and found that the protagonist of the comic had a very interesting trait——
He always seems to have intermittent problems understanding what people are saying, and he has a natural talent for poking at other people's scars, but his sense of danger is extremely sharp. Coupled with his aura as the protagonist and the love of readers, it's no wonder that he hasn't 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 for the protagonist's good luck.
That person just told me to get lost 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 unexpectedly in the distribution 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're alone over there, so you must be extra 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 in a moment. 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?
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