Chapter 239: Shadows of Doubt

No, there are prison guards in the confinement island prison in addition to the inmates.
Yan Chuan’s mind wandered to Leo’s brown eyes, remembering that there was a guard willing to help him.
Since he was an inmate, there must be records from before his incarceration.
If he could find Leo and ask him, would it allow him to cross-reference the people in the prison and see if there really was someone named Leon?
Perhaps those two guards were just trying to frighten him…
Yan Chuan reassured himself, or perhaps Leon simply hadn’t revealed his real name, and he himself was still mingling among the inmates.
In a worse scenario, Leon might have encountered an accident.
Yan Chuan shook his head, trying to dispel those negative thoughts.
Without further delay, he turned back, intending to find Leo.
He organized his thoughts; earlier, when seeking Leo’s assistance, he could pretend to be timid and act as if he was being bullied… but now, he felt that he couldn’t use that pretext when trying to gather information about the inmates.
Yan Chuan felt a bit conflicted.
The corridor was still empty.
His slender figure cast a shadow against the cold metal walls, swaying as he walked back and forth.
The overhead lights illuminated the space like daylight.
The harsh, pale light cast a faint halo on the ground.
The fan in the ventilation system hummed quietly.
If Yan Chuan paused for a moment, not thinking about how to deceive Leo, he might notice just how unusually quiet it was here.
Even the guard stationed at the end of the corridor had vanished.
If Yan Chuan had arrived a moment later, perhaps he would understand why even the prison staff were being dispatched, heading to the assembly hall to confirm who had left their cell without authorization last night.
According to the warden’s orders, they needed to find out who the “little rat” that stole something was.
But Yan Chuan knew nothing; he cleverly avoided the times when there were the most people around.
Someone approached, walking into a trap of his own making.
*Knock, knock.*
Yan Chuan knocked on the door, but this time, no one responded.
The slender and beautiful Oriental beauty hesitated outside the door, then knocked again. But Hesse was not in the office, so there was no way for anyone to answer him.
However, this was no obstacle for Yan Chuan; he pulled out the key Leo had given him from his pocket.
Leo had said he could come anytime he wanted… so it should be fine now, right?
The key turned in the lock, and with a “click,” the door opened.
No one was inside.
Yan Chuan frowned slightly.
Leo was not there, but there was also no one else in the room. Yan Chuan stepped inside, gently closing the door without locking it.
Since the enthusiastic guard wasn’t around, it would be fine for him to look for information about the inmates himself.
Thinking this, Yan Chuan walked to the center of the office, approaching the desk and chairs.
A neat stack of documents lay on the desk, which Yan Chuan quickly skimmed over, finally spotting a document labeled “Confinement Island Prison List” in the cabinet.
It was a thick stack of papers, and the cabinet wasn’t locked, so Yan Chuan took the document he wanted directly.
As soon as he opened it, he understood why it was so thick.
Inside the files were the admission lists from the last ten years, along with a brief introduction.
There were photos of the inmates, their names, and criminal information, organized chronologically.
Yan Chuan pushed the timeline back by a month, according to the script’s setting.
Leon must have arrived before him and should be listed earlier.
The file was somewhat heavy; Yan Chuan had to be careful not to mix anything up, making it quite laborious to flip through.
The little thief, familiar with the guard’s office, sat down in the place where the guard normally worked.
He was taking the place of the raven.
Unaware of his current identity as an inmate, he brazenly appeared in the guard’s office, secretly browsing through the prison records.
A month ago…
Yan Chuan quickly filtered through the files, searching one by one, starting with the photos attached at the top.
The name “Leon” might be a fabrication, but his appearance had to be real, right?
Yan Chuan recalled Leon’s appearance from the time they spent together.
He flipped through every page.
Yan Chuan found nothing.
The name “Leon” did not appear anywhere, and there was no corresponding face; it was as if this person had vanished, leaving no one to remember him.
Yan Chuan looked at the completed files in confusion.
Nothing at all?
He couldn’t believe it and wanted to flip through again. But when he confirmed it, he had already gone through each page, worrying he might have missed some numbers.
The thin paper wrinkled under his grip as he regained his composure.
He had just seen Hesse’s files; how could he not find Leon?
Were there gaps in the records here?
Or was it possible that this “Leon” was indeed a figment of his imagination, existing only in his memory, and that there was no such person in Confinement Island Prison?
Yan Chuan thought again about the script’s description.
Were there more than one bosses?
Would supernatural entities in altered scripts appear in different forms?
Yan Chuan wasn’t sure, trying to recall his experience with the related posts he had read.
Unfortunately, none of those posts dealt with prison scripts.
Yan Chuan’s brow furrowed tighter.
This was not impossible… but how could a boss from a script be working in a place like this alongside him?
Was it to keep him company?
Yan Chuan shook his head, dismissing his unrealistic thoughts.
He preferred to believe that the problem lay within his cognition, that he had imagined an NPC named Leon.
After pondering for a moment, Yan Chuan calmed down, returning the opened files to their original state, pretending he hadn’t done anything.
The cabinet was also closed by him.