deformed bone

Imogen watched Red Deer convulse in the electric chair, bouncing his fingers and knees like he was doing a weird dance... Imogen didn't know why he was having such a good time , he had to use a lot of self-control not to laugh out loud during the execution.

A total of three power-ups are required.

Imogen counted silently in his heart listening to the click of the electric gate.

Under the action of electric current, human flesh exudes an impressive greasy smell, which lingers in this cold execution chamber for a long time.

When the electric switch was turned off for the last time, the body of "Red Deer" suddenly relaxed from a tense state.

His head was tilted to one side, his limbs splayed out.

he died.

"call……"

There was a sigh of relief in the execution room.

Imogen, Carleton, and the Executioner—they all let out sounds of relief almost at the same time.After hearing each other's breathing, they looked up at each other.No one spoke, or because no one wanted to admit that the mere fact that "Red Deer" was alive had put a lot of pressure on everyone in this prison.

Thankfully, he died.

The prison doctor came to the electric chair, and he put the stethoscope on the chest of "Red Deer"...

And there is no heartbeat.

And of course no pulse.

From the end of the stethoscope there was nothing but the emptiness of death.

The corpse baked by the electric current was very hot. From the doctor's perspective, he could see the small half of the "Red Deer"'s chin exposed under the black mask.The dead serial killer did have a handsome face.

I don't know if it's because of the electric current, but the corners of the dead man's mouth are pulled to the sides, revealing the dark red lips with white teeth inside.

...it's almost like a happy smile.

The doctor's eyes widened slightly, but he couldn't explain why. Suddenly, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

This is ridiculous - the doctor thought, but he couldn't help feeling that the dead man next to him was tilting his head, peering at him sideways from top to bottom, and then grinning.

He checked Red Deer's vitals again and was pretty sure he was indeed dead.Then the prison doctor stood up with imperceptible tension.

"It's confirmed, he's dead—"

And at this moment, he felt his sleeves being pulled tight.

The prison doctor turned his head sharply to see a pale hand - wrist and arm tightly bound by the leather gauntlet of the electric chair - clutching his sleeve.

The doctor heard a cry rushing out of his throat.

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"Boom..."

The dark clouds seemed to pile up directly on the ground, and the bright lightning, like the shutter pressed by God, scraped the ground into pale white from time to time.Accompanied by the dull thunder, pea-sized raindrops were violently thrown down from the sky like lead bullets, and the smell of wet soil rose hot after being washed by the rain, and there was occasionally a distant smell in the rain. A car siren blares sharply.No one expected such heavy rain in California, and it attacked Calvin and Daniel—the two of them were on their way home from prison—like ferocious beasts.

Contrary to the airy state full of religious rituals when they went to the prison, they could even be said to be embarrassed when they left.The evidence is that they went through complicated inspections when they entered the Jay Bay Federal Prison, and passed through one checkpoint after another. Several staff members and prison guards surrounded them, preparing documents in yellow leather envelopes for inspection, And when Calvin and Daniel left, there was only one old, fat, lame old prison guard leading the way. At the end of a long, weedy gravel road, the prison guard opened the door tremblingly. A broken iron door full of rust, and then motioned for them to go through here.

"See that unpainted wall? Turn right there and go down the stairs, and you'll find the car there."

The old prison guard said absently.

Calvin hides his body under a long, wide robe of dark blue silk (it is said that the color of the robe will make his purple irises stand out more), with Daniel's hand on his shoulder.He felt that the latter's fingers were a little hard, and Daniel's gentle and polite thanks sounded in his ears.

However, the prison guard didn't respond to Daniel's thank you at all. Almost as soon as the two of them walked out the door, the iron door closed heavily against their heels.

Daniel stood in the doorway for a moment, and Calvin was horrified to see the tense muscles in Daniel's jaw and the tense veins in his temples.

A few seconds later, Daniel turned silently and walked towards the road pointed by the prison guard.

It was at this time that the heavy rain poured down.Calvin reflexively tried to quicken his pace, but Daniel's fingers on his shoulder caught him.Calvin's body trembled, and he carefully peeped at Daniel from under the hood, Daniel stared straight ahead and ignored him.

Daniel didn't allow Calvin to run in the rain either—they walked slowly back to their RV in an almost suffocating silence.

In the United States, a large number of new religions similar to Adventism are born every year, but very few of them can develop and grow like Adventism.In the words of Daniel Wright, Adventism is indeed a colossal miracle.To maintain the survival of a miracle requires a lot of money.

In order to be able to spread teachings across the country in a better and more mobile way, Daniel transformed this second-hand caravan into a mobile altar for Adventists.This is where Calvin lived for the past three years.

"boom--"

Daniel stepped forward and kicked open the door.

He walked straight in.

Calvin could hardly keep his eyes open from the heavy rain, the feathers on his wings became heavier after absorbing the icy rain, and his shoulder blades and back ached like they were about to break off.He hesitated at the door for a long time, and finally squeezed into the RV shivering and frightened driven by the cold and pain.

The rainwater flowed down his wings and formed a small puddle at the door.

"Stay there!"

Did not come into the room, Daniel said to Calvin coldly.

He held a large cream-colored bath towel in his hand, and rubbed his hair vigorously and violently.The rain washed away his hairspray, and the ex-salesman looked too gloomy for his usual appearance.

Like two blue will-o'-the-wisps burning in the gray, emotionless pupils, Daniel brushed his hair and looked at Calvin silently.

Calvin's breathing gradually became rapid, and his body was shaking slightly.

He was in so much pain, God, he hated the rain, his wings were so heavy that he could hardly breathe, his legs were shaking all the time, and his vision was a little blurry—but facing Daniel who said nothing, Calvin He didn't dare to take his own steps at all.

"I'm very sorry--"

He said timidly to Daniel.

"Oh?"

Daniel let out a cold, frighteningly mocking sneer.

"This is not the first time, you see, today was supposed to be an important day for Adventists to increase their influence, but now you have screwed it up... completely screwed up. Calvin, my little Angel, I think we really need to talk about your attitude—"'

And at this moment, a sharp female voice cut off Daniel's words.

"God, what happened?"

A figure crashed from the other side of the trailer, behind a purple velvet curtain embroidered with gold thread.

That is a woman.

Alcohol and drugs, bad habits and poverty have painted the woman's face with protruding cheekbones and muscles that are just beginning to sag.But it is undeniable that she should have been a very beautiful woman when she was young, and her cheeks and facial features were somewhat similar to Calvin's, except that her eyes were a dull, ordinary brown, Her hair, bleached pale blond, had a hint of brown at the roots.It must be said that if Calvin is a work of art carefully created by God with his own hands, then she is a draft that was randomly kneaded out of clay before Calvin was created.

Daniel frowned slightly when he saw her, but then a sweet smile broke out on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, Rosa."

He walked towards her.

"Daniel."

Rosa put the wine bottle in her hand on the coffee table, she wobbled and hugged Daniel, and then printed a kiss on the latter's face.

"God, you're soaking wet..." she muttered distressedly, "For God's sake, things aren't going well? What trouble did he get you into?"

Although Rosa didn't even glance in Calvin's direction, Calvin was completely frozen by the mention of himself in the other's words.

"Mother."

Calvin's lips quivered, and he looked at her nervously, before calling out in a low voice.

Rosa ignored him, she took the towel from Daniel's hand, and began to carefully wipe off the rain on his body.

"You have to take a shower, honey," she said concerned.

"I will, baby, but Calvin and I have some things to talk about before that."

Daniel broke free from Rosa's arms without a trace, and pretending not to care, he pulled the towel out of her hand, and threw it in front of Calvin's toes.

"Wipe the water off of you, especially your feathers—I don't want to see you catch cold from soaking your wings again."

Daniel told Calvin that his tone became much softer in front of Rosa.

"Look at you. Always be so reckless, the floor will get wet... You see, your mother is always angry with you for no reason."

Perhaps sensing the seriousness of the atmosphere in the caravan, Daniel spoke casually.

Calvin glanced at his mother over Daniel, and Rosa turned her face away in disgust to avoid Calvin's gaze.

Calvin lowered his eyes, he squatted down slowly and laboriously, and picked up the bath towel into his arms.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm really sorry, Mom."