Chapter 229: The Intricacies of the Prison

The silence this time lasted longer.
The man with green eyes put away his usual teasing expression and replaced it with a cold and serious demeanor.
His usual laziness had vanished without a trace, and he frowned, appearing utterly unrefusable.
“Listen to me,” Hesse patiently told Yan Chuan, “that doesn’t matter; I won’t let those things threaten you.”
Seeing the confused look on the Eastern beauty’s face, Hesse emphasized once again, “That thing is unimportant; you just need to listen to what I say, and I will take you away soon.”
“Nod if you understand.”
Yan Chuan nodded, but he was thinking otherwise.
Hesse had indeed come prepared; he was a very important NPC.
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Chapter 73: The Confinement Island Prison 10
A night had passed.
Last night’s “competition” didn’t involve Yan Chuan; as it progressed, things became a bit chaotic.
Prison guards appeared from nowhere, taking away the loser, a middle-aged man with brown hair.
The man was taken away while losing consciousness, having received a heavy blow to his head, with bright red blood flowing from a wound, dripping all over the ground.
There were others as well, but Yan Chuan couldn’t see their faces clearly.
With wide eyes, Yan Chuan watched helplessly as the loser was taken away.
A strong metallic smell lingered in the sealed hall, despite the whirring fan, which still provided an odor mixed with the scent of decay.
Frowning, Yan Chuan displayed an uncomfortable expression, covering his nose with his sleeve.
He felt that this vague odor was becoming increasingly potent.
Having witnessed such a scene, even though he didn’t have a clear view of everything on the stage from within the crowd, Yan Chuan returned feeling somewhat restless.
He felt he might have overlooked something.
But what he had overlooked remained elusive, and he could only follow the guards’ orders and return to their respective cells.
It wasn’t until he sat at the table in the dining hall again, seeing the staff in chef hats serving food to the prisoners.
Yan Chuan’s gaze was firmly fixed on the space behind the window, and suddenly, he relaxed his frown.
He remembered what he had overlooked.
It was the number.
The number of prisoners in Confinement Island Prison was approximately two to three hundred—not a small amount. Hesse mentioned that supplies would be sent approximately once a month, but not every time a boat arrives are prisoners brought.
Yan Chuan—having arrived with the last batch of boats—could estimate that the next shipment of prisoners would not occur for nearly a month.
One month.
This meant no new prisoners would arrive during this month, which implied that if the monsters consume prisoners for nourishment, there are only so many to serve that purpose.
However, the ones who had already been in the prison since the beginning didn’t seem to be aware of this; at least Yan Chuan hadn’t seen any of them expressing fears about being taken away.
There are two possibilities: the prisoners in Confinement Island Prison assume only F-class criminals will be taken to encounter the unknown monsters, or the monsters require little nourishment while not fully “awake,” so they are being kept in the dark.
Yan Chuan leans more towards the latter.
Excluding him as a participant, there are quite a number of F-class criminals in Confinement Island Prison. When the number of people increases, it is natural for them to rebel against their poor treatment.
It’s one thing to work; it’s another to be fed to a monster—such a death wouldn’t be acceptable to everyone.
The prison guards likely feel the same way.
Yan Chuan pondered what kind of monster could deceive others.
He recalled the layout of the prison he remembered.
Confinement Island Prison was a fully enclosed, research facility-turned-prison, with the entire structure presenting a sinking circular form.
The island has ample open spaces, filled with desolate grasslands and uneven hills.
“Where could the ‘monster’ be hiding?”
His thoughts reached a deadlock, and Yan Chuan didn’t know how to solve it. He had to set the matter aside for now.
He had an urgent task at hand, which was to complete the side quest assigned by the script.
To obtain the prison warden’s seal.
Just thinking about this task gave Yan Chuan a headache.
Not to mention he had never even seen the prison warden, how could he find a reason to approach him while holding the identity of a prisoner?
Meeting seems impossible.
So, he could only sneak around and see if he could make his way into the warden’s office and rummage through for the seal.
That would indeed fit his “little thief” persona.
However, the script for this escape scenario didn’t provide Yan Chuan with any skills related to “theft,” nor did he have experience in this area.
Being a little thief isn’t easy, especially in a prison.
He could only hope that the warden and the guards wouldn’t discover him too quickly.
Yan Chuan felt restless.
In the afternoon, while the prison guards were changing shifts, Yan Chuan went to find Leo, the brown-eyed guard.
He had the key that Leo had given him, and it seemed Leo had briefed them on something, so Yan Chuan made his way there smoothly.
However, he still had to face that group of guards who always wore strange smiles.
Yan Chuan was sure they had already recognized his face and realized he was associating with different people.
The impression he left them was likely that of an Eastern little thief, always trailing after different individuals.
“Knock knock.” Yan Chuan knocked on Leo’s door again.
The door opened swiftly.
The tall and handsome man, with a warm expression in his brown eyes, welcomed him in.
“You’ve come.” Leo gestured for him to sit down and magically produced a tray of food.
It was a variety of sweet afternoon tea snacks that looked particularly sugary—Leo probably thought of him as a small child.
Yan Chuan obediently sat on the chair, his sleeves pulled down to the bottom, with his wrists resting on his knees, displaying a somewhat bashful demeanor.