Chapter 236: The Little Thief

The stamp was also taken from the drawer.

The next day, in the office.

Two tall figures emerged from the corridor, one in front of the other, walking straight towards the last office.

The young man in front had a tall and straight posture, broad shoulders, and long legs, embodying a typical Western physique. His nearly silver-white forehead hair was meticulously combed back, revealing a handsome and deep-featured face. His eye sockets were deep set with a mysterious hue in his eyes, and his skin was pale as if he had not seen sunlight for years. His uniform was buttoned to the top, its stiff fabric fitting perfectly.

Following closely behind him was another tall and handsome man, but with kind brown eyes that gave off a sense of friendliness, appearing easy to talk to. His demeanor was much gentler than that of the man in front.

If Yan Chuan were here, he would probably recognize the man behind as Leo, the kind-hearted prison guard who had helped him a few times. The man in front was undoubtedly Ariel, the warden of Confinement Island prison.

Indeed, he had a face that… did not look like a good person. His features were too sharp and pronounced, unlike Leo, who could still show signs of kindness and gentleness; Ariel’s face was entirely cold and profound. Like the entire Confinement Island, he radiated a chilling aura.

The timid Eastern thief stood before him, probably flustered and unable to argue for himself.

Leo walked behind, reporting to Ariel, “We received news from the supply ship; they will need another week to reach Confinement Island.”

Ariel nodded slightly.

“Preliminary estimates suggest,” Leo continued, “that there are enough supplies on the island. Should we inform the supply ship to appropriately reduce their load to avoid waste?”

“Yes, inform them to expedite their arrival and bring what is needed for Confinement Island,” Ariel responded, his voice icy.

As they spoke and walked into the office, Ariel suddenly stopped.

His pause was too conspicuous, and even Leo, who was focused on reporting, noticed.

Leo furrowed his brows, “What happened?”

He looked around, but saw nothing amiss. The furnishings were the same as yesterday, and the items were unchanged.

“It’s nothing serious,” Ariel said, casually pulling open a drawer.

His tone was very cold, devoid of emotional fluctuations.

However, Leo keenly sensed something was off.

“What’s wrong with you…” he couldn’t help asking, only to hear the man in front speak again.

“It’s a little mouse,” Ariel smirked slightly, inexplicably displaying a hint of a smile. “It stole a little something from here in the middle of the night.”

Author’s Note:
What will happen when the little mouse that stole something gets caught? (Applause)
Tomorrow is Labor Day, I’ll be giving out twenty little red envelopes!
By the way, do check out my completed work, “Pretty NPC is a Delicate Flower” (Dashes away under a pot lid).

Chapter 75: Confinement Island Prison 12

Yan Chuan left the warden’s office, clutching the small stamp in his hand. The cold stamp felt firm against his palm, leaving a faint impression on his delicate hand. Yan Chuan grasped it tightly, afraid of losing this small object.

Hesse noticed nothing. He had no idea that this “little thief” had also snuck away with something else from the office.

With a mix of nervousness from his wrongdoing and excitement from completing the task, Yan Chuan headed back.

To his surprise, their journey went smoothly, with nothing unusual encountered along the way.

This unexpected smoothness worried Hesse, but after all, nothing happening was good; he could not wish for an encounter with the “monsters” of Confinement Island prison.

He glanced around, deciding he needed to return quickly.

Upon reaching the cell, Yan Chuan watched as Hesse used the same method to restore the door lock to its original state, pretending that nothing had happened tonight.

His heart was still racing.

He tucked the stamp under his pillow, where he had also placed a key and a signed leave note from Dr. Navi.

These were all items he had acquired from other men.

They were the spoils of “the little thief from the East.”

While tidying up the bedding, Yan Chuan organized the items, smoothing out the wrinkles on the sheets to return everything to its original state.

Yan Chuan successfully heard the notification sound indicating the task was complete.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took off his jacket, planning to find time to wash it tomorrow.

It had only a bit of dust on it, but Yan Chuan had a slight obsession with cleanliness and wanted to wash it if possible.

He splashed cold water on his face.

The icy water refreshed his cheeks, giving him a hazy feeling of waking up.

Actually, Yan Chuan wanted to take a shower.

But now was clearly not the right time; showering would make too much noise. Plus, it was the first night the “monster” had come out, and he, as a participant, was still here taking a shower… that seemed inappropriate, didn’t it?

Although Yan Chuan didn’t believe that “monster” was a universal type of monster.

How could a boss from a script be involved in anything terrifying while doing something as crude as sneaking under someone else’s clothes?

Thinking of this, Yan Chuan’s fear of the monster inexplicably dissipated, replaced by complex emotions.

Fine, enough thinking.

Yan Chuan frowned slightly, glancing disdainfully at the jacket tossed aside.

Overthinking was pointless; it was better to rest early and face whatever tomorrow held.

In a rush, he wiped himself with cold water to ensure he was not dusted with any grime, then intended to climb into bed.

But Hesse called out to him.

“Here,” his keen eyes caught sight of the mark that had appeared on Yan Chuan’s neck at some point. He frowned, “What’s going on?”

Yan Chuan paused, following Hesse’s gaze to his neck.

There was a faint red mark on his collarbone; no wonder he hadn’t seen it when he had just washed.

It must have been left by the “monster.”