“Why say 'again'?”

Turing asked with confusion.

“That's because since the first time I met you, you pulled me out of the darkness in my life...”

Turing waved his hand to interrupt Number 667.

After several encounters with Number 667 in these days, Turing realized that the key to not being led around by his smooth talk was simply not allowing him to speak.

“Alright, enough with the talk.”

“I don't need anything in return from you.”

“All you have to do is take me to where the family visits are today.”

Number 667 stood up from his seat, performed a slightly nonstandard noble salute.

“Honored beyond measure, my lady...”

“My car is outside the cafeteria, come with me.”

“We are a bit far from the visiting room, riding a car will be faster.”

Number 667 flashed a brilliant smile and made an inviting gesture towards Turing.

“Prisoners have cars too?”

Turing walked in front of Number 667, smiling curiously.

"Hehe, a bicycle is a kind of car too."

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“Miss Diana... Isn’t your attire a bit suspicious?”

In the visiting room, the Earl of Yorkshire fidgeted with his hands, his eyes constantly glancing at Diana, who was draped in a silver-blue cloak.

Diana just lowered her gaze, calmly looking at the other side of the glass panel. The profound shadows within her cloak seemed like an impenetrable mist, concealing everything above her scarlet lips.

“Your Excellency of Yorkshire... didn’t we agree not to use my name here.”

“As long as you keep quiet, Turing won't know my identity.”

Diana's voice was as clear as a lake, but to Yorkshire, it felt heavy as a lead weight.

In reality, Diana was not much older than thirteen-year-old Turing. Yet somehow, sitting next to Diana, Yorkshire felt a restraint usually associated with sitting with elders.

I'm already seventeen... but I can't do anything right, not even playing the piano as well as this child...

Yorkshire couldn’t help but feel melancholic, sighing and thinking to himself.

“By the way, I haven't asked you yet. What exactly do you want to do by visiting Miss Diana? It’s strange that you want to meet but can't show your face.”

Yorkshire hesitated, looking down at the ground beneath her skirt, fidgeting her two small feet as if contemplating something.

“What exactly is the relationship between Miss Diana and Miss Turing?”

Yorkshire tried to keep her voice gentle, timidly asking Diana.

“Sister...?”

As soon as this question came out, it triggered Diana's suppressed anger, not much weaker than Turing's. Veins bulged on her forehead, her hands clenched on her knees, and even her tone gradually sharpened.

“You call me 'sister'... what do you call Turing?”

“Number 666, you have only 15 minutes. There are cameras and recording devices in the corner, your every word and action will be documented, remember to think carefully before you speak. Are you ready?”

The voice of the guard outside the door of the visiting room abruptly interrupted Diana's fiery interrogation.

Diana pursed her lips and quickly took a seat.

"I'm ready," she said.

Turing gently pushed open the door of this enclosed space.

Sparse afternoon light, accompanied by a tipsy honey-like fragrance, streamed into the slightly thawed observation room, casting a beam of light on Diana's grayish Yorkshire and deep blue robe.

Turing furrowed his brow slightly and fixed his gaze on Diana.