What happened to Isaac?

Isaac woke up quickly, but it was still too late.When he came back to his senses, he was already stuffed into a windowless cell seven steps wide, and police officers with batons pinned to the iron railing occasionally walked back and forth.

It only took him 30 seconds to come up with fifteen ways to knock down seven and a half police officers at once and escape, but whenever he thought of something dangerous, a mark on the three fingers under his right ear began to appear. hot.Isaac stretched out his hand to touch the thing, and felt that it was some kind of magic product. Its function was nothing more than positioning and tracking, and there might be a simple restraint attached to it, so that Isaac did not dare to act rashly.He withdrew his hand, and the pulp of his fingers was stained with the smell of Xavier—the imprint that was nearly 300 years late finally fell on him.

A penny-pinching cheapskate.Isaac thought gloomily, after more than 200 years, can't they be perfect for each other?

If it hadn't been for the unlucky arrest this time, he would have almost completely forgotten who Xavier was. It can be seen how quickly the days pass, and one should look forward.

"Stop filling me with chicken soup."

At the same time, Xavier was sitting in the tavern with his colleagues depressedly, and mentioned the succubus in hand, the whiskey in the glass suddenly disappeared: "Let me tell you, I, Langdon Xavier, is dead. If you jump here, you will never deal with the succubus again."

"Ah!" Isaac sneezed suddenly.

You see, you must be scolding me behind your back, this bastard angel.he thinks.

"Ah!" Xavier sneezed suddenly.

"Don't drink, don't drink," the colleague pulled the cup out of Xavier's hand, "Go back and rest, it's really sick if you continue like this."

"If the succubus is driven away, I will be healed on the spot." Xavier sniffed and said in a low voice.

**

Lying moldy on the hard bed, Isaac recalled what happened that day, and concluded that there was nothing.

The policeman asked him, "Would you like some tea?"

He said, "No."

The policeman said: "Go in for a while and then come out, don't be so desperate, man."

He said, "Uh, no."

this is all.

The next day, Xavier appeared outside the iron railings, and there was neither taunting nor compassion in his eyes: "It was agreed in advance that I will not advance any money to you, and all unavoidable expenses will have to be paid back to me afterwards." But don't worry, I will find you a lawyer who is willing to provide legal aid."

"Whatever, it doesn't matter, I don't care." Isaac shrugged, moved his butt and leaned back against the corner, closing his eyes.He raised his hand to let the tail wrap around, as if playing a game of "should the tail hit the hand first or the hand catch the tail first" with himself.Xavier stood outside and watched for a while, trying to imagine how this scene would look to mortals who couldn't see the tail, and after confirming that it would only make Isaac look like a mentally handicapped finger, he left straight away.Isaac silently listened to the footsteps fading away, raised one eyelid and looked out, stopped the boring game, and patted the ground with his tail irritably.

Afterwards, Xavier really found a lawyer. This young four-eyed boy is probably the direct blood of the squire who persuaded the fight more than 200 years ago. They smell alike.Isaac wrinkled his nose, thinking that Xavier is really not a thing, he only catches a family to pluck the wool, and even the descendants of the family are not spared.

"Sneeze!" Xavier was sipping tea, but suddenly sneezed again.

But in any case, the lawyer Xavier hired was not only free, but also very reliable.When Isaac came close to getting into big trouble for contempt of court, he was the one who saved the day with lightning speed and power.However, because Isaac was determined to refuse Xavier's paid bail, he was eventually thrown in jail.

**

The prison van was packed like a can of sardines, and Isaac was sitting in it with an irritable expression of "Get out of my way", but in fact he was in a peaceful state of mind, drowsy and dozing off.For Isaac, this time it was just a small mistake, but who said it couldn't be turned into a surprise vacation?It doesn't make any difference to spend months, years, or decades in prison anyway, just think about how you spend your time.

Passing through the small square where the wind is released, it is inevitable that the newcomers will not be judged, and the fate of some unlucky ghosts is almost decided by someone's fingertips on the spot.

Of course, Isaac was not included in the team of the unlucky ones.The red-haired prisoner moved slowly, like a tourist pulled out to watch the sunrise at 04:30 in the morning. His half-closed gray-green eyes were half-bright and half-sleeping. Once they meet people, they retract, with a hint of a smile that is not a smile.There was something strange about him that had nothing to do with his clothes, and he conjured up images of gun-toting hunters and street prostitutes at the same time.

"Fuck you, watch out for your fingers." Isaac turned and gave the inmates who pointed at him the middle finger—then, the guard's baton was stabbed in the lower back.

"be honest!"

Isaac shrugged nonchalantly.

The prisoners were lined up on the ground floor, turned right—to face the warden, who hurled obscenities at everyone.A young man snorted disdainfully, and then the prison guard rushed up and hit his stomach with a stick, and swept his back with a stick. The former made him clutch his stomach and make a retching sound, while the latter forced him to stand up immediately.

"The main thing for you here is to learn to obey," the warden concluded.His suspicious eyes stayed on everyone for a few seconds, "Untie the chain and take it away."

Although the chains were no longer tied to each other, the prisoners were still driven in a single file to be washed and delice.The latter is throwing some weird medicinal powder all over your head and face, which Isaac thinks might be pepper or something like that.They were forced to be naked while doing these things, and after that until they were in their cells, which was more humiliating than clean.

Prison guards will tease the guy who tries to cover his privates and hose down his balls hard.Isaac didn't feel any shame. After all, the succubus after taking off his clothes would only make others shy.He stood there frankly, like a statue of an Italian, tall and strong like a countryman, his whole body was flushed by the fierce water, and the penis underneath was impressive enough even if it was hanging limp, Isaac noticed the flushing This person of his hastily averted his eyes every time he caught a glimpse.

Don't be too shy, I don't use this thing much.he said in his heart.

When carrying the prison uniform to the cell, Isaac found a hole in his clothes; no, it looked like a bug.What the hell is it?It made him feel very concerned.The people in front were stuffed behind the iron gate one by one, and Isaac was finally assigned to a cell with a small number of people.It was working hours at this time, and there was only a mixed-race young man whose nationality could not be discerned at a glance, sleeping on the metal frame bed.The prison guard whispered, "Execution." The man heard the movement, raised his eyes, and said, "Hi." Isaac was unmoved.

The man stared at Isaac for a few seconds, spat on the ground, lay down and fell asleep again.

Isaac didn't stay in the room for long, there were many other things to do, the first day of a newcomer was always so busy.Everyone was assigned a job, and Isaac didn't think there was anything wrong with hearing that he was going to be a porter. This kind of hard work was too easy to do, but it was a bit boring.

During lunch time, Isaac saw an empty table in the corner. There was only one person sitting on the table. He concentrated on tearing a piece of hard bread. The long horns on his forehead flickered in the shadows. 2/3 broken.

"You are angry, why are you here?" Isaac sat down opposite him, and the prisoners around him hissed nervously.

"Tsk," the angry looked up at him, with an urge to destroy everything in his wild expression, but when he saw who was sitting in front of him, the anger was quickly extinguished, "Oh, you. I remember I was in I met you once on the front line, War Machine, you have changed a lot. Also, call me a unicorn."

"Okay, unicorn, don't mention the past."

"Hahaha! It won't do anything to break the rules. I mean I won't do anything anyway. Well, what else can I do, avoid disaster."

Isaac laughed and didn't answer any more, but he was obviously in a good mood, and he didn't even lose his face when he noticed the strange food in front of him.

But it's not far from being shocked.

"What the hell is this?" Isaac was about to start eating, leaned over to smell the liquid in the bowl, and asked.

Prison meals were called "sin meals," and the pain of eating them was enough to pay for most sins.The drinks in the morning, noon and evening here are amazing. In the morning, it’s coffee—it’s said to be coffee, but it actually looks like water for washing rags, and it tastes more like it; add some salt and two vegetables at noon to turn it into soup; at night and other things you want When drinking water, it is called tea, but in fact it is a mysterious liquid that is not like tea but not quite like, normal temperature, warm, double nausea.

Isaac's smile left his face after taking a sip of the "soup", sticking out his tongue in disgust, sitting here watching a group of tired and hungry prisoners swallow the garbage, and wanted more.Ugh, that's disgusting.

You can only eat during meal times, and whoever came up with this rule should get kicked in the head by a donkey.He flicked his tail back and forth in boredom to fend off the flies. The flies were stunned and obviously felt very bad.

The prison guard knocked hard on the wall twice, be quiet!The noise in the restaurant was quiet for a while, and soon it became noisy again.

"What are your plans?" asked the Unicorn.

"No, how about you?"

"Then you're lucky."

Suddenly, there was a light sound in the iron pan, and Dujiao gave him an egg.

"What do you mean?" Isaac held his fork against it.

"God-sent opportunity."

"Is it reliable?"

"of course."

Isaac nodded noncommittally, glanced at him, and held the egg in his hand. The sharp nails pressed the eggshell, breaking the uniform force. He rubbed the broken eggshell off with his fingertips, and stuffed a smooth egg into his mouth. , The cheeks bulged.

Looking at him eating eggs with his head propped on one horn, he suddenly said, "To be honest, you look like a slut when you open your mouth."

Isaac shrugged his shoulders and murmured vaguely. Since he couldn't find a place to wipe his hands, he licked his fingers clean with his tongue and blocked his mouth to try not to laugh—who would humiliate a succubus with debauchery?

Isaac tipped the contents of the dinner plate to the horned horn, turned it upside down in his hand, bang!Suddenly buckled on the horned head.

The loud noise startled everyone.When the incident happened suddenly, Unicorn touched his scalp hesitantly, and after seeing the blood on his hands, he stood up and kicked over the table, rushed forward and threw Isaac and the stool on the ground.

According to several prisoners who were present at the time, it was the horn who humiliated Isaac with his mouth first, but Isaac moved his hands first.In any case, when the prison guards arrived, the situation was almost out of control. The two fought in the way of beasts. Isaac was riding on the horn, and both hands were used to choke his neck, and the horn punched him temples and cheekbones, a punch!Two punches!Isaac didn't dodge or dodge, his upper body slid to the other side with a fierce rhythm, but he refused to relax his hands at all, his forearm muscles were tense and trembling, and the veins of blood vessels emerged from under the skin.

He gritted his teeth and gasped, blood froth overflowed from the gap between his teeth, meandering to his jaw, and dripping on his suffocated and flushed face.

If anyone turns their head and notices the shadow on the wall, they will see the stalemate between the demon and the demon just like a shadow puppet show: the long tail of the succubus pierces the eyeball of the demon below, and the sharp long horns of anger cling to the opponent's neck at the artery.

This is what Xavier saw when he arrived - these two lunatics!Regardless of dissuasion, he stepped forward, drew a sign of the cross on his left chest, and muttered something.Isaac's pupils constricted, and his whole body froze for a moment. The unicorn immediately seized the opportunity to push him back to the ground. Before he could punch him, Xavier hit the back of the head with a stick and knocked him unconscious.

He pushed the stunned horn aside, and Isaac still had an unrepentant expression on his face, clutching his neck and panting heavily.

"Uh, my God... Doesn't it sound weird to call me God?" Without waiting for anyone to pull, Isaac got up by himself and sniffed hard, "Who is this, you, Xavier?"

"What do you want me to do? It's as if I know you well." Xavier sneered, shaking the long stick in his hand, stepped forward in two steps, and raised his hand to slap Isaac on the back of the neck——

Fine.Isaac's eyes darkened.

**

When he woke up, Isaac found himself locked in a small coffin-like room with no windows, a vent in the corner, a heavy iron door with small panes that could only be pushed open from the outside, this should be During the meal, he heard those people talking about the small black room.

His whole body was aching, he was still wearing the same clothes he had fought in, and his wounds hadn't been treated—just as he wanted.

Isaac, scratching his head like a louse, produced from a lock of hair a small ball of paper enclosing a key, which he carried in his pocket; then it would be soaked in blood and sweat Isaac read it carefully three times and made sure he had memorized it by heart. Then he rolled it into a paper ball and burned it to ashes with a snap of his fingers. The vent pops out.