Chapter 39
"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.
Logically speaking, 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 McKen, but for some reason, he always felt a little uneasy today.
"...It's not that there's no news," his subordinate said, a little sweat on his forehead, "but Xia Zuo has been counting four-leaf clovers in the corner of the courtyard and didn't even show up for the appointment..."
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 Xia Zuo wasn't the one who went to the appointment and stayed in the warehouse with Mikan for several hours, who was it?"
You know, to prevent Xia Zuo from discovering him, he hadn't even sent anyone to the warehouse to closely monitor him. To his surprise, Xia Zuo hadn't even gone, and was actually hiding in a corner killing time? Counting four-leaf clovers? Was that something he should be doing at his age?!
It's time to pick 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 document and for some reason, a chill suddenly rose in his heart.
"You go down."
He didn't even glance at his subordinates, staring intently 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 was pale, with large patches of blood smeared across his face and eyes, making him look utterly unrecognizable. And at that moment, that face moved slightly further away from the screen—
Someone grabbed his hair and pulled his head back with a white-gloved hand. The movement was casual and nonchalant, and there was an unusually easygoing smile in the voice:
"Good evening, Mr. Administrator."
Administrator No. 2's pupils shrank slightly.
This voice and attitude... are from Xia Zuo's supervisor!
He was completely stiff, his expression as if he had seen a ghost for a moment, staring at 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 the one he favored, McKen, 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 get dirty too easily..." The boy seemed to be complaining a little depressed, but his voice did not reveal any negative emotions. Instead, there was a faint smile in it.
"But a disobedient dog needs to be disciplined more harshly, doesn't it?"
"What are you doing?!" Administrator No. 2 couldn't help but roar in a low voice, and then he realized 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.
McCann was 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 scenes that followed were no exaggeration to say they were hell.
Administrator No. 2 felt like a bad person, even though he'd been in a terrible place like Central Prison and had seen enough. But as he watched what was happening in the video, he still felt like vomiting.
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 as instinctive as eating and drinking for the black-haired boy.
Administrator No. 2 felt a dry throat and even felt a faint pain all over his body. This feeling of tingling scalp and feeling like thorns on the back made him feel very uncomfortable.
...How could someone be so nonchalant and do such a cruel thing?
This was pure torture, no sugarcoating involved, both physically and mentally.
...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 appeared 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.
…
…
"Cise, will this allow him to see the video?"
Ursula extended her tentacles and poked the computer screen. She had never seen such a new thing before.
There was no computer in César's room. Computers were relatively rare in this world, but it was not difficult for him to use one. He just had to say hello to Kevin.
"Yes." Xizel calmly cleared the traces, turned off the computer, and replied with a smile:
"After all, he's 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 situation he had created. The probability that Xia Zuo would be affected was 100%.
"I've edited it. It won't be a problem if he sees it, so 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 always kept his hand."
"Ah, that's what you're talking about." The black-haired boy smiled harmlessly and patiently answered her questions. "After all, only when you subconsciously believe that you [own] something can you voluntarily [give] it, right?"
So, Cesar left Mikan's hand.
This was the only intact part left on McKen's body.
Ursula tilted her head. "You're right. His ability depends entirely on his hands. Once his hands are disabled, he might think he no longer has this ability."
How can you give something to others that you don’t even own?
"I'm going to tell Xia Zuo about your talent." Ursula raised her index finger seriously. "He'll be shocked."
The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes and smiled 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 where the grass grew that way for him to turn over.
Xia Zuo was reluctant to leave and stopped with regret.
After all, Xizel didn't have any special requirements for him today. As long as he lived peacefully 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, isn't it? QAQ."
"Wait, there's a smell of blood." Xia Zuo's expression suddenly became serious. He took two steps forward and sniffed carefully again: "...It's very strong."
It was 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."
After hearing what he said, Xia Zuo didn't ask any more questions. 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?"
César didn't answer, but said, "It's called 'Pilgrimage Offering,' and it can permanently and completely deprive the gift holder of their gift."
After these words were spoken, the air seemed to be silent for a moment.
Xia Zuo slowly opened his eyes wide: "Permanently deprive the talent...?"
Xia Zuo: "!!!"
The brown-haired boy instantly hugged him excitedly, almost jumping up and down: "What a powerful talent! You're really worthy of being Caesar, hahahaha!"
Ursula: “…”
The black energy around her suddenly exploded and screamed in Xia Zuo's ear:
"Get your claws off me, idiot!!!"
Xia Zuo's eardrums were instantly aching from 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." The black-haired boy didn't seem 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's a cooldown 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-off period is actually 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 determined look, "I will work harder, Caesar. I will protect you and Ursula. This promise is permanent."
Xizel glanced at him and smiled: "Yeah, 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.
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