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Frank Castle, a former United States Marine Corps member, possessed remarkable skills and proficiency with various firearms.
After his family was brutally murdered by the mob, he embarked on a path of vengeance. His methods of retribution were extremely ruthless, yet they also garnered a sense of satisfaction from some. However, this was a society governed by law, which could not accommodate someone like him; thus, the law suppressed morality, and he was arrested and imprisoned.
The Punisher is a tragic figure unlike other heroes; many refer to him as an Anti-Hero because his actions resemble those of an assassin rather than a hero. After all, his goal is not to uphold justice but to seek revenge.
Shasha did not understand the connection between the Punisher and Spirit Cat. However, since Felicia discovered that her father had contact with only this man before his death, he must know something.
At the dining table, Frank showed no reaction to Shasha's arrival. He mechanically chewed his food as if it were merely sustenance for maintaining bodily functions. His eyes were clouded, revealing no other emotions, resembling a walking corpse.
Seeing Frank in such a state made Shasha frown, but she still intended to try and see if she could extract any information from him.
Before long, she noticed a nearby guard moving to the other side. Shasha slowly spoke up, "I know Walter Hardy."
Frank remained unresponsive, as if the name stirred no emotions within him whatsoever.
Shasha frowned, momentarily at a loss for what to do. She had never anticipated that Frank would appear so soulless in prison; what kind of trauma had he endured?
Just as Shasha was trying to sort through her thoughts, Frank suddenly stood up and slowly carried his tray away amidst her surprised gaze.
Watching his orderly retreating figure, Shasha felt the situation become more complicated for the first time.
Once mealtime was over, everyone returned to their rooms to wait for the activity room to open.
Whether by coincidence or something else, Frank's room was located right next to Shasha's.
However, even with this proximity, it offered little opportunity for Shasha since Frank’s current demeanor made it impossible to extract any information from him.
Soon enough, it was time for free activity.
Free activity meant utilizing some tools for entertainment in a cramped indoor space.
Shasha stepped out of the cell and occupied a spot in the room, many people keeping their distance from him. His gaze was fixed on Frank, who seemed as still as a statue.
Just then, a young Black man walked by, and Shasha called out to him, waving his hand.
The young man approached Shasha with a worried expression, shrinking under the judgmental eyes of the other inmates.
Seeing his timid demeanor, Shasha couldn't help but chuckle. "Relax, I just want to ask you a question."
The young man sighed in relief and replied with a hint of eagerness, "What do you want to know?"
Shasha pointed in Frank's direction. "Do you know what's going on with that guy?"
Following Shasha's finger, the young man looked at Frank and made a strange face. "If you're asking about him, honestly, I don't know much. But I do know that ever since I got here, he's been like this. I heard he has some kind of illness."
Illness? What a joke. If others didn't know about Frank's physical condition, Shasha certainly did. He scoffed at the idea of illness and asked another question. "Who has been here the longest?"
"Ah, you've come to the right person. The one with the longest sentence is that guy over there," the young man said, pointing to an old man in the corner. "We all call him Lao Xiao; he's been here for a long time."
Shasha nodded and waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, you're free to go."
The young man rubbed his hands together nervously. "If you ever want to know anything else, feel free to ask me. My name is Tock."
Shasha patted Tock on the shoulder and then walked straight towards Lao Xiao.
Lao Xiao looked very old, nearly seventy years old, frail and thin, with deep wrinkles on his face resembling dry tree bark. He appeared lifeless, like someone who was nearing their end.
Yet despite this, he had survived all this time, becoming the oldest inmate in the prison.
"You're Lao Xiao, right?" Shasha greeted him.
Lao Xiao nodded. Unlike others who feared Shasha, his age and experiences had stripped him of any reverence for existence itself. His response was calm as he spoke in a quivering voice due to his age. "When I saw Tock point at me, I knew you would come looking for me. It seems you want to know something."
Shasha nodded with a smile, "As expected of someone wise with age, I do have a question for you."
"About that guy?" Lao Xiao pointed at the dazed Frank, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes.
"I don't need to hide anything from you. I'm here to investigate something," Shasha said, this time not asking about Frank. If it was Lao Xiao, he might have some impression of Felicia's father. "A year ago, a prisoner named Walter Hardy came here. Do you know him?"
Upon hearing the name, Lao Xiao lowered his head in thought for a moment before slowly nodding. "If it's the one who stole from me, my memory isn't the best, but I can recognize every newcomer who comes here quite clearly."
"Yes, that's him." A strange look flashed in Shasha's eyes, and her voice suddenly dropped. "So, he died unexpectedly and strangely afterward. What about you?"
Lao Xiao's eyes sparkled with a hint of insight as he replied calmly, "What's so strange about that? People are born, grow old, fall ill, and die. Even I might not have much time left."
Shasha stared silently at Lao Xiao, her intuition telling her that he knew something more.
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