novelraw Chapter 233: Misleading Clue—Maybe Someone’s Turned Into Me
Chapter 233: Misleading Clue—Maybe Someone’s Turned Into Me
From the outside, the Warden looked like a gloomy little old man. Right now, he was staring at Lu Ce with a dangerous expression.
His eyes weren’t just venomous—they even showed a hint of shock.
He truly hadn’t expected that someone would dare barge into his room, not say a word to him, and just turn on the lights!
How long had it been since someone dared act this boldly in front of him?
He was so caught off guard that he momentarily forgot what he should say in a situation like this.
And then, that prison guard just walked right over. Before he could even react, the guy was already standing beside him.
Warden: ?!
He looked up in a daze at the big guy standing in front of him.
Lu Ce was standing right next to him, scanning him up and down with a face full of disdain.
Who knows what exactly he was looking down on.The other man was an exceptionally frail old geezer, looking almost like a dried-up corpse—no telling how long he’d been alive.
"You..."
Just as the Warden was about to speak, Lu Ce cut him off.
"You should get more exercise, get some fresh air. This room’s pitch dark like a tomb—feels like you’ve laid down in a grave before you’ve even died."
"You're getting up there in age too. No rush, but don’t just hole up here every day."
"You smell like an old man. How about taking a shower?"
As he spoke, Lu Ce even reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
Then he walked back to the other side, grabbed a chair, and sat down.
The Warden hadn’t even gotten a single word in from start to finish.
Honestly, the Jealousy Mask really did have a talent for pissing people off. The Warden was already red with rage in just a few minutes.
The wrinkles on his face—which already looked like tree bark—twisted into an even uglier expression as he finally said:
"You… this is how you talk to me?"
"Hm?" Lu Ce blinked. "You mean I didn’t used to talk like this?"
"Then I guess I must’ve been too nice to you before."
Warden: ?
"Did you eat gunpowder or something?! Do you even realize I’m your superior?!"
"Superior, huh? What, you gonna give me a raise? A promotion? Fire me? Go ahead, fire me if you’ve got the guts."
Lu Ce looked like he didn’t give a d*mn, tossing both feet right up on the Warden’s desk!
Fire me? Like I care.
"Fire you? No one leaves this place alive, and you know it."
The Warden’s eye twitched furiously as he stared at those feet practically on his face.
He couldn’t hold back anymore and threatened him:
"You wanna kill me?" Lu Ce laid it all out.
"I’ve worked here for years with no insurance, no benefits, forget about year-end bonuses. Oh right, old man, when are you paying this month’s salary?"
Warden: ???
His brain short-circuited. Was he dreaming? Did he not wake up properly this morning?
"Insurance and benefits?! What the hell are you talking about?"
You couldn’t really blame him for being confused. That kind of talk was completely out of place in this prison.
It was like a gang of hardened criminals talking about paying social security contributions.
Clearly someone’s here to mess with him!
"Get your damn feet off my desk!"
The Warden shouted, his voice sharp like nails on a chalkboard—piercing and grating.
At the same time, the temperature in the room seemed to plummet, as if the killing intent had turned tangible.
Lu Ce changed his posture, crossing one leg over the other, no longer putting his feet right in the Warden’s face. While doing so, he muttered:
"Chill, chill. I’ll put ‘em down, no need to give yourself a heart attack."
"What do you want from me?" The Warden suppressed his murderous rage. Clearly this prison guard’s status wasn’t ordinary—anyone else would’ve been dead by now.
"Wanted to talk to you about someone. Bit odd." Lu Ce didn’t even look at him, casually picking at his fingernails, totally indifferent.
That gesture triggered another coughing fit from the Warden, who’d been on an emotional rollercoaster since Lu Ce walked in—getting provoked nonstop.
"A new guy showed up in the prison today. You know about that?"
"Oh?" To Lu Ce’s surprise, the Warden actually looked shocked.
"Really? So what? Newbies show up all the time. Nothing to worry about."
"Don’t worry about that stuff. Just follow procedure. Every day, fill the quotas and keep up with the feeding. That’s all."
Feeding?
Lu Ce made a mental note of that word, though he kept a blank face.
"Yeah, but this one’s a little different. Bit of a nutcase."
The Warden raised his head slightly. He’d never heard the prison guard mention anyone like this before.
"I asked him what his crime was. He said he was the crime. Then he had the balls to attack me!"
"What?!" The Warden was stunned, forgetting his earlier rage.
"He attacked you? Did you kill him?"
To the Warden’s surprise, the prison guard shook his head.
"No. I already used today’s quota. Just cleaned out someone from that room and sent ‘em for feeding."
That line was actually Lu Ce testing what “feeding” meant.
But the Warden didn’t answer—just nodded darkly.
"So, where is the guy now?"
"He’s not bad. Could actually go a few rounds with me. Of course, I still took him down."
"But—he cut me. Got my blood. Then said he’d remember my face and was gonna come after me. Looked pissed."
"I thought it was weird. If he was really that badass, why didn’t he just keep attacking? So I figured I’d give you a heads-up."
"And also, I tossed my baton under the bed during the fight. Feels kinda embarrassing to crawl and get it. Think you can issue me a new one?"
Lu Ce subtly led the Warden in the wrong direction.
He didn’t directly say, “I think someone turned into me.” That would sound too suspicious, like he knew too much—people would get suspicious.
But if the real prison guard ever met the Warden face to face...
Then this old man would definitely remember today’s conversation!
And then...
Bang!
A loud slap on the desk snapped the Warden out of his thoughts.
"I’m talking to you—can I get my damn baton reimbursed or not? I don’t have one right now!"
He figured he might as well milk the situation a bit more.