Chapter 28
After Cesar had read all the books the prison could store, Wilson was almost done.
He almost immediately found César and asked him how he wanted to leave next.
"—Supervision?"
Wilson frowned, lost in thought. "If you're applying for a supervisory position, Xia Zuo's risk rating must be very high."
It is so high that it cannot be easily tamed or controlled by force. In order to avoid excessive waste of resources, it must be guarded by special personnel.
——This means that once he enters a high-ranking prison, he will face the most vicious and cruel prisoners in that prison.
"I know," Cesar said lightly, "but even in a high-ranking federal prison, no one can hurt him."
"Besides...the supervisor will always be with his prisoner."
When the black-haired boy said this, his expression and tone were as calm as ever, but Wilson, who had been threatened many times, vaguely felt a subtle chill in his tone.
Wilson was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something.
He remembered the people who had died in the distribution room before.
Before they could put any of their tricks into practice, they were wiped out by Xizel.
It turns out that from that time on, César had been adapting to his "role".
"...Actually, I still think you're more suited to being a supervised prisoner." He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said, "Xia Zuo's fighting ability is high, but he seems too upright. He doesn't convey the same sense of danger you do..."
Wilson knew that since Cesar was able to apply for supervision, he must be able to completely cover up the danger he brought to others.
It seems that Xizel can thrive anywhere, but can Xia Zuo really adapt to the darkness?
The black-haired boy blinked, narrowed his eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his lips: "You don't know Xia Zuo well enough."
No matter how kind, upright, or simple the protagonist of the comic is, he has to go through countless crises step by step.
He could definitely adapt quickly to the desperate fights and fights among the prisoners, but the cunning calculations and layers of temptations were what could destroy him.
Although for Xia Zuo, a guy with a missing brain, he would not consider these things at all, but would directly choose to defeat ten people with force.
——This way of coping is actually his subconscious and intuition protecting him.
"Besides..." The black-haired boy spread his hands and sighed helplessly, "You also said that prisoners with high danger ratings will encounter the most vicious prisoners in the prison as soon as they enter."
"Warden Wilson, given my physical condition, how many times do you think I need to die to be considered respectful to the high-level prison?"
Wilson: “…”
For a moment, he didn't know whether to complain about César's choice of words or his extremely underestimated evaluation of him.
——If there was no emotion on Cesar’s face, he would have almost believed it.
He even felt that César didn't care about his death at all.
He looked like he had no desire to live. If he hadn't been investigating the truth, he would have died peacefully in some unknown corner.
The more he reflected on César's previous actions these days, the more obvious this feeling became.
"Alright then. I'll submit my prisoner transfer application and custody identity verification to the federal first-level prison today," Wilson said solemnly. "It will take approximately three days for the application to be issued. After three days, a prison van from the first-level prison will come to pick you up."
Wilson glanced at the black-haired boy again.
What the other person showed in his every move was not something that could be cultivated by an ordinary family.
He paused, not knowing what he was thinking about, before continuing, "...In the central area of the Federation, various political families and established nobles are entrenched there, and the Patrol Tower also has a dedicated branch stationed there."
"Including some confidential information, files, or people who know a lot of secrets."
In other words, if César has any secrets that cannot be known to others, he must be very careful in the central area.
Wilson did not believe that since César chose to contact the top leaders in a roundabout way through prison and his body was strangely weak to such an extent, and he even had no desire to live, he would not have any unknown deep hatred.
After all, this world has always been chaotic.
Cesar raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.
"Don't worry."
His voice was very soft.
"More than anyone else, I want my 'secret' to be exposed."
Wilson didn't hear clearly what César said, but he knew that this was not something he could understand in depth, so he didn't ask any more questions. He nodded and left César's cell.
After he left, the smile on the black-haired boy's face faded naturally and quickly, and his misty blue eyes drooped slightly, without even a trace of emotion in them.
If someone could see this scene at this moment, they would probably feel horrified.
But at this time, Ursula, the only one who could observe his changes, was also with Xia Zuo.
The black-haired boy sat at the table, closed his eyes, and tapped the solid wood tabletop lightly with his knuckles, looking like he was resting his eyes.
...identity setting.
——So, every time I think about the connection between reality and the comic world, I can’t avoid the question of what the relationship is between these two worlds.
He hadn't thought deeply about it before simply because he had other things to do, but now that the topic was brought up again when he had time, he would naturally think more about it.
He had considered this question long before he went to prison, when he updated the comics. After successfully guiding the comics readers, he became even more curious.
If it is the cartoonist who creates the comic, and then the comic's will is formed, and the so-called derivative world appears, then how can the "cartoonist" guess the trajectory of his subsequent actions? He is very sure that all his choices are made independently and are not controlled by anyone.
However, that "cartoonist" has never appeared in the real world. It seems that he is just a tool for publishing comics. According to known information, even the comic platform has a vague impression of him.
From this perspective, it seems that everything is the work of the comics. The comic world came first, and then "Absolute Talent" came into being.
But this is even more wrong. This is a huge world. Can a real world be arbitrarily influenced by the wishes of so many people who read a comic?
"I want to ask a question." The black-haired boy tilted his head slightly and asked the comic will in a friendly manner:
"—Excuse me, do I know you?"
Comic Will: "..."
"Are you playing dead?"
Comic Will: "…………"
It took a deep breath and said, "What are you talking about? Haven't we known each other for so long, ever since I signed the contract with you?"
"I see." The black-haired boy replied with a smile.
Feeling the dead silence on the other side of the connection, he blinked and said lightly, "Don't worry, I will abide by the rules of the game."
Then he disconnected.
…
Three days later, the application was approved, and the special prison van from the federal first-level prison stopped in front of the gate of the Gray Moon District Prison.
Wilson explained to Xia Zuo, who was handcuffed and shackled, "You have been rated as dangerous. These are the most basic insurance measures."
"It's okay," Xia Zuo shook his head, not feeling uncomfortable at all. Instead, he was cheerful. "I've carried things heavier than this before."
Wilson looked at him in surprise, recalling the conversation with Cesar in his mind. He paused, but didn't say anything more.
He looked back and found that Xizel had changed into the black and blue uniform used exclusively by supervisors and was walking towards them while buttoning his cuffs.
The uniforms of non-prisoners in the prison do not have overly bright colors. Neither black nor blue is conspicuous. However, the uniforms that Wilson used to think were ordinary, when worn by Cesar, inexplicably looked like the custom-made clothes of a high-ranking official.
Wilson turned his head and looked at Xia Zuo again.
The uniforms of prisoners at a dangerous level are particularly bright, eye-catching, and bright... orange-red.
This made Xia Zuo's original dullness even more apparent.
Wilson: “…”
It's reasonable to suspect that César took clothing into consideration when assigning supervisors and prisoners.
He was silent for two seconds, unable to bear watching any longer, and nodded directly to Xizel: "To prevent others from getting suspicious, I won't send you off."
"Well. Farewell, Warden Wilson."
The black-haired young man with a high ponytail nodded, and after saying this, he completely restrained himself.
Any sense of danger or superiority disappeared completely. If Wilson had not been looking at him, he would even doubt that there was no such person as César in front of him.
“…”
He was wrong.
It's just a central level prison. I'm afraid it's not even enough for Xizel to play with.
Xia Zuo's danger rating assessment report mainly focused on the force value, so the prison van that came to pick them up was a very sturdy type, and it contained many chains and restraints made of special metals.
However, faced with a young juvenile offender whose fighting skills were even comparable to those of a person with gifted abilities, the attitude of the transport personnel was as expected good in order to consider the possibility of winning him over in the future, and they even prepared food and drinks for them in the prison van.
With Xia Zuo's cooperation, those control devices that would make people very uncomfortable were not used on him.
"Are you his supervisor?"
The shuttle officer glanced at the black-haired boy sitting next to him and was a little surprised.
"Yeah." The boy responded obediently.
In reality, there are many prisoners with dangerous ratings, but not many supervisors. This is no easy job, and those who do it all receive a salary subsidy for high-risk work.
Moreover, the young man next to him looked pale and weak, as if he would get sick at any time. How could he take such a job when he was so clean?
Not to mention, the other party is about to face not only the prisoner he is in charge of, but also other prisoners in the same prison.
There are many murderers there with blood on their hands.
I don’t know how long he can live if he goes to a level one prison.
Such a young child... what a pity.
The author has something to say:
Cesar: You are right (smiles).
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