A New Character Every Month

Helen couldn't help but blinked her eyes. Seeing that she didn't see any doubts, she could only look away and said, "That person is not dead, and the Death Note is in my hands. Doesn't he lose everything related to the Death Note?" memory?"

Lin Zian nodded and said, "That's right, unless he comes into contact with the Death Note again, he will never remember it."

He had already told Helen about the relevant rules of these Death Notes.

"Oh, I wish I could see him."

"There will be a chance."

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Chapter 310 IX He Is The Devil

united states.

Prison 13.

13 is the most taboo number in the United States.

According to legend, on this day, ferocious devils will crawl out of hell and bring misfortune and disaster to people.

Therefore, many buildings in the United States do not have a 13th floor, and it is difficult to see the number 13 in many places.

The reason why this prison located in a barren area was named No. 13, apart from the order of construction, is that the most important thing is that there are more than three layers of felons in the United States.

It is no exaggeration to say that the crime of killing a person is inconspicuous in this prison, and even after you say it proudly, you will be laughed at by other prisoners.

Because there are the most dangerous terrorists, the most brutal murderers, even gang leaders, corrupt officials, etc., and so on.

Of course, although this is the strictest prison in the United States, it also holds a large number of ordinary prisoners.

Their sentences range from three to four years, and as many as ten to 20 years, and Hongmao is one of them.

At this moment, the time has come to the noon meal.

Hong Mao held a dinner plate in his hand, and stood in line among the prisoners waiting for food.

"There are still four years and nine months to go out."

Looking at the prisoners around who smelled of sweat, Hongmao couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Son of a bitch, when will this kind of life be worth it!"

Thinking of the reason for going to prison, he couldn't help clenching his fists.

Originally, he was just an ordinary worker. After finishing his work during the day, he went to the bar with his friends to relax and have sex at night.

Although life is not rich, it is also to enjoy life to the fullest.

But just a few months before he was imprisoned, he accidentally fell in love with a woman and successfully developed her into a girlfriend.

Immediately, the relationship between the two quickly heated up, like glue. Just when Hongmao was thinking about saving a sum of money and taking out a loan to hold a perfect wedding, he happened to see his girlfriend and a man walking shoulder to shoulder at the door of a certain hotel. the hotel.

At that moment, he remembered the incident he had encountered in the bar a few months ago.

The man named Alec who was betrayed by his girlfriend, unable to take revenge, and finally beaten beyond hope.

Hongmao didn't want to be that kind of person, so he rushed into the hotel directly, but he still had a little luck in his heart. Maybe his girlfriend and that person were just ordinary friends, and they just sent each other to the hotel. I took a shower in it... and didn't do anything sorry for him.

But after knocking on the door, he became angry. Looking at the disheveled girlfriend and the man, he swung his fist heavily.

then……

Then he came here.

At the beginning, he didn't regret it. Although he was sentenced to five years in prison, he beat the couple and let out a bad breath, which was a bloody profit.

But who would have thought that the man was rich, so he abruptly changed his prison from an ordinary prison to No. 13, the most dangerous prison in the United States.

"S~"

Suddenly, the red hair covered the corner of his mouth with his hand.

There is a very obvious bruise there, obviously it was beaten.

And besides the corner of the mouth, there is also this color around the left eye.

"Pittman, those people seem to be looking at you."

At this time, a voice sounded from behind his head.

Pittman is the name of Red Hair. He didn't look back when he heard the voice. The person behind him was in the same situation as him. He was in the same situation, and his sentence was even one year lower than his.

Without moving his eyes or head, he quietly looked at a dining table on the side.

There were a few strong prison bullies sitting there, waiting for their subordinates to come over for dinner. At this time, they were looking in his direction from time to time.

And judging from the expressions and actions, it is obvious that they have bad intentions.

If it was before that incident, Pittman naturally wouldn't think too much about how he, a small ordinary prisoner, could offend these jail bullies.

And being white, it is even less likely to conflict with them.

But a few days ago, he accidentally touched one of them, and before he could react, he saw a fist the size of a sandbag land on his eyes.

Later, because of the serious injury, he went to the prison medical office to stay for a day, and then lay in the cell for several days, until today he came out to cook.

Unexpectedly, he was targeted by those people again.

"Pittman."

The person behind whispered again: "Just pay attention, I feel that the reason why they punished you is not because of a small collision."

"I see."

Pittman showed a wry smile. When he was recovering from his injuries these days, he had already thought about the reasons why these prison bullies beat him.

In the end, it was just a small collision, and he was still the one who was knocked down, and the other side was unscathed, at most he was scolded and punched a few times, and there would never be a beating like the previous few days.

Even to this day, I still think about hitting him.

"Fack, bitch, it must be him!"

Pittman cursed inwardly, if nothing unexpected, this group of people was definitely invited by the bitch who was almost disfigured by his beating.

Otherwise, judging from his usual low-key, those prison bullies would never want to make trouble again.

"Hurry up, do you want to die?"

Suddenly, a few shouts and curses sounded from behind: "That red hair, are you looking for trouble? Believe it or not, I will go and clean you up now?"

It was only then that Pittman realized that he had arrived at the rice cooker without knowing it, but he could not finish the rice cooker because he had not handed over the plate.

He quickly finished his meal, ignored the shouting and scolding from behind, followed closely the people in front, and came to a corner away from the prison bullies.

After sitting down, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the prison bullies didn't follow up or even noticed him.

Pittman picked up the spoon and put the food in his mouth.

As soon as I took it in, there was a feeling of wanting to gag.

But in the end, he suppressed his nausea and ate the food.

There is no way, he has no money, and he is not a prison tyrant, so he has no choice but to eat these unpalatable foods.

Just as Pittman was forcing himself to swallow the food on the dinner plate, he suddenly felt that the lights in front of him dimmed, and the conversation around him became much quieter.

When he looked up, he found that several strong prison bullies with various tattoos had already surrounded him.

The prisoners who were sitting next to them also avoided snakes and scorpions, and quickly moved away with their dinner plates.

More people around looked at this side with relish as if enjoying a good show.

"Little boy, what did you say about the past few days?"

The leading bald man folded his arms and looked down at him with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Pittman knew that he couldn't run away, he put down the spoon in his hand, and showed a flattering smile: "Brother, I'm sorry, I apologize to you, but I really didn't mean it that day."

The bald man squeezed his fist, made a few crisp sounds, squinted his eyes and said, "Then what do you mean, I wronged you?"

Hongmao waved his hands again and again: "Of course not, how could a big man like you wrongly wrong me, a small man, I mean..."

"Did I let you talk?!"

The bald man roared, and hit the red-haired uninjured right eye with a fist nearly twice as big as Pittman.

"It's over, this time I have to go to the medical office again, I hope the treatment can be lighter..."

Pittman looked at the incoming fist, and was about to accept it, only to find that the fist stopped just an arm's length from his eyes.

The bald man withdrew his fist and pressed his hands tightly on his chest.

With a plop, his sturdy body fell to the ground, and before he could even speak, his head fell to the side feebly.

"Faroki! Faroch!"

A prison bully hurriedly stepped forward and shook the bald man, and then showed surprise: "Dead?"

In an instant, several jail bullies looked at Pittman fiercely, and asked, "Damn red monkey, what did you do to Faroch?"

Pittman wanted to cry but said without tears: "I... I didn't do anything!"

Although the bald man's fall made him feel happy, but this matter really has nothing to do with him.

"Nothing is done, how could Faroch fall down?"

A prison bully grabbed Pittman's clothes, lifted him to the point where he could only stand on his toes, and punched him with his other hand.

Pittman didn't dare to resist, and he didn't have anything to say, all he knew was that he couldn't dodge the punch.

"Ah~"

But at this moment, the prison bully suddenly loosened his clothes, and then, like a bald man, he clutched his chest and fell to the ground. His body shook a few times, and he also died.

All the prisoners who saw this scene couldn't help but look shocked.

If the bald man died first, they hadn't realized what happened, and some even thought they were joking.

But now there is another one, which has to make them serious.

"The devil! He's the devil!"

Not far away, a somewhat crazy prisoner suddenly stood up, pointed at Pittman and swore, "This is a life-taking ability that only the devil can use!"