On a sweltering afternoon, the asphalt road reflected the blazing sunlight, as if it were emitting suffocating waves of heat.Neighborhood workers had once again arrived at Caleb's neighbor's doorstep, grumbling about the scattered shards of glass and the black ink stains on the walls.Caleb had just gotten home from work and emerged from his garage.Upon seeing him, the two neighborhood workers approached and asked, "Mr. Johnson, do you know when Mr. Zephyr will be home?"Caleb politely shook his head, indicating that he wasn't sure.In this clean and orderly neighborhood, all residents took pride in maintaining the environment. People regularly trimmed their lawns and kept their gardens pristine. Even the public roads outside the yards were occasionally washed down.Yet, amidst this harmonious environment, one house stood out in disarray. Glass shards littered the ground, and ink stains on the walls went unaddressed. It was an eyesore, starkly contrasting with the otherwise wel
As soon as Caleb finished speaking, the telecom scammer who was sitting closest to him immediately greeted, "Good day, Officer Johnson!"His sycophantic, fawning tone made it seem as though he was about to offer Caleb a cigarette.Some inmates made a habit of currying favor with the correctional officers, with this telecom scammer being a textbook example.Caleb himself didn't particularly mind this kind of behavior. Occasionally, he'd grant small favors to certain inmates. However, his treatment of them was not based on whether they tried to please him, but rather on his own unique sense of morality."Open your copies of the Inmate Regulations handbook," Caleb instructed, stepping back to the whiteboard.He turned around, picked up a marker, and wrote "Obey the Rules" in bold letters.In stark contrast to his refined appearance, Caleb's handwriting was forceful and sharp. Each stroke cut into the whiteboard like a blade, giving those words an imposing weight. But only Caleb knew
For Caleb's statement to be accurate, the correct answer should have been "of course not".In a few days, Marcus would discover that there were no cameras installed in the bathhouse and restrooms. After staying a bit longer, he would also learn that even in places with cameras, there were blind spots and instances of malfunction.It wasn't some monumental secret. The reason for not upgrading the surveillance system was that the prison was already heavily guarded by correctional officers. There were also patrolling teams who were on duty around the clock. As a result, the need for surveillance cameras was not as critical.At Southern Prison, the officers rarely relied on cameras. Only Caleb alone possessed a secret unknown to others.The library was located in a corner of the administrative building's second floor. Further in, there was a storage room that the inmates had taken over.Originally, the storage room had been filled with cleaning supplies such as mops and small carts. H
The three test papers were returned to Block 3's supervisor. If things went as expected, Caleb would need to work on Marcus' attitude.Caleb had some free time again. As usual, he finished his lunch before noon, then returned to his office area to read and wait for the inmates to arrive.The inmates' rest period was from noon to two in the afternoon, the most free time they had during the day. Some inmates took naps in their cells, but most preferred to be out and about. Since lights out was at ten at night, daytime was precious.Recently, as the weather grew warmer, more inmates had been coming to the library to pass the time."Officer Johnson," an inmate said, approaching Caleb's desk with a detective novel. "I finished this one. Do you have any other recommendations?"Caleb glanced up from a distant corner, took the book, and scanned it as he said, "The works of this author are all good. You can check out their other books."The inmate went to the detective novel section to fi
Before Caleb could respond, the patrol officers had already led Marcus away.In truth, Caleb wasn't sure how to answer.Unlike the pinhole cameras Caleb had set up, the prison's surveillance cameras were large, white, and rectangular, clearly visible and impossible to overlook. The recreational room was only about 107 square feet, with a completely empty ceiling. It was obvious that no cameras were installed there.Even if there were cameras, they would be connected to the surveillance room, not the library.When Caleb rushed over earlier, Marcus had been facing away from the door. Also, Nine's two subordinates were directly blocking the entrance. There was no way Caleb could have known it was Marcus causing the commotion the moment he opened the door.Yet, Caleb had blurted out Marcus' inmate number almost the instant he turned the doorknob.In other words, Caleb already knew what was happening in the recreational room before he even entered.Caleb prided himself on being cauti
At William's suggestion, Caleb followed him to Marcus' house for a quick inspection.The moment Caleb stepped into the foyer, his emotions were unsettled. To a voyeur, the room of the person being watched was like a sacred place, with even the air there being more precious than the air on the highest mountains.Caleb's excitement surged almost instinctively, but it was quickly doused when he realized that the room's owner had become an inmate, effectively knocking him off his "pedestal".His mood shifted from excitement to complicated, and it turned into a sense of lament when he saw the disarray in the room. Small items he was accustomed to viewing through his telescope now lay scattered on the floor in disarray. Caleb could hardly suppress his urge to restore them to their original state."The room being turned upside down like this is certainly suspicious," William remarked as they exited the house.Removing his shoe covers, he handed Caleb a cigarette. Having already brushed h
Hector didn't comply with Marcus' request. Instead, he took him back to the infirmary across the hall.Less than ten minutes later, Hector returned, looking exasperated. "I can't handle him. You try."Caleb's mind was a swirl of question marks."I asked him if he would be punctual at social gatherings. He said he doesn't attend gatherings. I asked if he trusts intuition or experience. He said he trusts data," Hector complained.Caleb could understand why Hector was frustrated. It was just like his own experience earlier. The only difference was that Marcus had started cooperating with Caleb after just a few questions, but seemed completely unwilling to cooperate with Hector."You handle it," Hector said, placing the tablet on Caleb's desk before briskly turning and leaving. "Wrap this up quickly and send him back to solitary confinement."The correctional officer assigned to escort Marcus had been waiting in the corridor for quite a while. Caleb glanced over and saw him checking
The professional psychological evaluation was delivered to the prison the following afternoon. By then, Marcus had already completed his 24-hour confinement and was released from solitary.Hector still felt that the report underestimated Marcus' level of danger. However, he knew that experts handled professional matters, and his own opinions didn't carry much weight. So, he merely stopped by the library to chat with Caleb for a few minutes.As the time for the inmates' yard time approached, Hector left and returned to the infirmary across the hall.Caleb picked up the just-delivered newspaper. Out of boredom, he flipped to the entertainment section, where he found that this week's puzzle was Sudoku. It was a logic and math game where one must fill a 9x9 grid with numbers so that each row, column, and 3x3 subgrid contained all digits from 1 to 9 without repeating.Caleb had done plenty of Sudoku puzzles before, but this one was noticeably more challenging. Halfway through, he couldn