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Chapter 426 William Hand
In a prison in New York.

"Oh!"

A dull heavy punch hit William Hand on the cheek, causing him to lose his balance on the spot and fall to the ground.

A black prisoner as tall as a mountain took the lead and led a large group of younger brothers to push William Hand down to the ground, beat and kicked him, and beat him extremely.William held his head, his body shrunk into a ball, his face was covered with hot liquid, almost numb from the pain.

While they were beating, they cursed "freaks", "monsters" and even some ugly words. They kept beating until the prison guards fired warning shots before finally stopping.

When William returned to his room, he was bruised and bruised—but he had pretty much been that way since he came to this prison.No matter how the leaders beat him, he refused to join the gang, but he didn't resist.He was like a piece of wood that couldn't feel the pain, every time he was beaten up by them, he went back to his room as if nothing had happened, and continued to do what he should do.

His cellmate, a short white man, handed him a towel as usual after he sat down.

"Dude, you're amazing," said his cellmate.

William sat on the edge of the bed with a dull face, and said lightly, "Me? What can I do?"

"I just heard from them today that you came in because you were against Green Lantern?"

"I fought him a few times."

"That's amazing enough!" The inmate looked at him as if he was looking up at the gods, as if he was about to shine, "Don't look so majestic when those people beat you up, but if you put it outside and listen to 'Green Lantern' ', they had already fled in fright."

"Really?" William shook his head, as if he didn't think it was a big deal.

"Of course! For someone as special as you, I think it is impossible to be trapped here for a lifetime." He continued to compliment, "If you go out in the future, don't forget that you have a friend like me."

"Friend." William repeated the word silently, staring at the front for a while without life, and suddenly said, "In my life, it seems that I only have one friend so far. Do you want to hear his story?"

"Okay."

So William slowly told about the dusty past, a past that normal people would never mention to others.Even the prison inmate who was interested at first gradually felt cold hands and feet and a chill down the back as he listened.

"That was a story from when I was 13. I'm sitting in jail now because I'm an enemy of the Green Lanterns, but there's a part they don't know — I killed my first person when I was 13. Well, it was a boy. His name was Travis Truman, and I hated him from the first moment I saw him.

On our first day of seventh grade, I came to my first class clutching my book, my hair down on purpose to cover my eyes.I still remember our teacher yelling at me when he walked in the door 'Find me a seat! ’, as if he had yelled that to every student in the school, but in fact I was the first in the classroom and Travis Truman was the second.

The difference between Travis and me is that he is the principal's son.So I got a yell when I walked in the door, and the teacher smiled at him.According to Travis, this school is his, so every student who walks through the door expects his attention, everyone except me.

One day, I found a dead mouse in a mousetrap at the back of the classroom, staring straight up at me, its cold body covered in dust, until a girl's scream interrupted me.Travis and the other kids stared at me, and he nicknamed me, 'Black Hand'.Then the other kids followed him and called it that.The most unbearable thing for me is that they deprive me of every trace of peace, which is unbearable for me.

I hate Travis, to the bone.

Then came the part where my only friend appeared.His name is Paul, Paul Cyberman.He got into a fight with Travis for calling him a bunch of nicknames, but in the end Travis got away with it, and Paul got a week of detention.The classmates said that his blue eyes were not hit by Travis, but by his father.

Paul hated him very much too, so we became very good friends.

We were inseparable every day, and our conversations were nothing more than devising elaborate schemes to murder Travis and make sure his body would never be found.

On Halloween, Paul wore a black raincoat with a white face.My dad was an undertaker and he took a bloodstained coat off a boy who died in a car accident and I pulled it out and Paul said it was silly.

We met Travis that day, and we were so far behind him that we all wanted to kill him for some reason.But when I pulled a knife out of my bag and Paul saw the metal blade gleaming in the moonlight, he was terrified again.

'We can't really kill him. ' he stammered to me.

'why? '

'Because people will know we did it and everyone will know how much we hate him and I don't want to go to jail for it! '

He's right that we have motives for doing this.And that's when I realized, I don't need a motive, I just want a reason to sand people.

I stabbed Paul six times in the throat and four times in the stomach.He giggled about to say something, I guess he wanted to ask 'why? '.

People are like this, always feel that everything must happen for a reason.

And that Halloween, I understood that cause and effect cannot be ambiguous.

Then the police came to Travis for questioning, and I threw the knife in his room.Travis was taken away crying.And when my parents told me about my best friend's death, I tried to hold back some tears.

If there's one thing my only friend, Paul, told me, it's just one thing—you don't know what you do without a cause. "

Travis kept looking straight ahead until he finished speaking, not paying attention to whether the audience around him was still listening.And when his story finally ended and he turned his head, he was surprised to find that his inmate had tilted his head and leaned against the wall at some point, without breathing.

William froze.He suddenly felt that his cellmate died so silently, as quietly as a work of art.

After staring at him for a while, William suddenly realized something.He stood up, walked out the door of his cell, and stood in the aisle looking out.All the people on every floor and every room were like his inmates, silently as if they were asleep.The prison door was wide open, and all the prison guards on duty were also lying on the ground without any movement.

All his life, William has always felt that he was born for a great event, with an extraordinary mission.And now, he knew, the time had come.

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