deformed bone

Carlton thought that this decision would reduce the suffocating panic in his heart, but the fact was just the opposite.

sign.

Maybe that's what it should be called.

Carlton could feel the chill creeping up his spine every time he drove his Volkswagen slowly into the prison's staff parking lot.For the third time this month, someone is complaining about the failure of the cooling system - the whole office area is as cold as an ice cellar.

But Carlton was inexplicably sure that maybe the coldness wasn't just a problem with the air conditioner.

As time goes by, the day when the "angel" arrives is approaching day by day - Carlton's old buddy, prison priest Imogen became more and more excited and fanatical because of this incident, Carlton saw Imogen more than once When praying, he couldn't help pressing his lips against the picture of the "angel" on his cross. To be honest, Carlton sometimes felt a little uncomfortable because of it. He felt that there seemed to be something in the pastor's old body. Things are changing.

Something is not quite right, he thought.

In this way, Warden Carlton Warmington finally waited for the day when the "angel" came.

The Adventists arrived 5 minutes later than scheduled.

Someone notified Carlton of their arrival. Almost the moment he hung up the microphone, a bloody smell came from the tip of Carlton's tongue, and he accidentally bit the tip of his tongue.His heart beat violently.

"Oh God, oh God, my angel...my light...at last..."

Carlton heard Imogen muttering in the corner of the room, the pastor's eyes flashed brightly, he was so excited that his neck flushed all the way to his face, his hands touching the cross began to tremble with excitement, and a lot of cold sweat flowed down Seeing the pastor's skin, which had been washed dry by time, oozes down.

"Imogene?"

Carlton had to call out to his old partner.

Almost at the same time, there was a voice that was almost cold inside his brain and said - it would be a huge mistake to let this so-called "angel" come here.

You made a mistake, Carlton, a huge mistake.

Carlton sat quietly in his chair, with his hands resting on the handles of the chair.

He tried to calm down the screaming voice inside him.

It's the "Red Deer"... He thought, probably the arrival of the "Angel" made the "Red Deer" who was exuding a strange aura all over his body feel something, that's why the air in the entire prison is so cold at this moment. feel oppressed.

Carlton comforted himself desperately.

"Bang bang bang-"

Someone knocked on the office door.

"Sir? The Adventist Mr. Daniel Wright and the Son of Light Yila have arrived."

Then the door was opened.

-

"Red Deer" sat with his back straight in a corner of the confinement room.

The confinement cell is located in a corner of a room made entirely of metal and concrete, half the size of a prison cell, with a narrow bed on one side of the wall that allows a person to lie flat ("Red Deer" felt that there is no better than this). Even more stupid design, this is the last place where the death row inmates stay before the execution, he can't think of anyone who is willing to waste the last few hours of their lives sleeping - after all, after a few hours, they have plenty of time to lie flat and sleep for a long time).

The lighting is bland white.

Two police officers sat nervously in another corner of the room. Their original duty was to monitor death row inmates so that they would not commit suicide or self-mutilation because of the fear of the death penalty. Observing the "red deer" in the confinement room is like looking at a devil that may hurt people at any time. The "Red Deer" could almost smell the strong fear that was about to solidify into a hard shell on their bodies.

Objectively speaking, "Red Deer" is an unusually handsome young man-so handsome that it is almost impossible to believe that he could be a psychopathic murderer.

His hair is a cute and warm chocolate brown, his features are deep and perfect, and there are a pair of pale mint eyes under the black eyebrows--in some lights, his eyes will show a cool gray-green, thin The thin lips are full of blood, and there are faint smile lines at the corners of the mouth.

For normal people, "Red Deer" is more suitable to be a graphic model than a death row inmate. His lawyer once firmly stated that the appearance of "Red Deer" can easily impress most juries to some extent .

However, for all the bonuses that his appearance brings, "Red Deer" seems to be indifferent, and he seems more willing to scare others around him.

"Red Deer" couldn't help sighing -- this successfully made the bodies of the two police officers tremble, and "Red Deer" put his chin on his hand and almost laughed.He thought that those little tricks of his were probably really useful. Some common sense in physics and chemistry combined with magic techniques, and finally some psychological hints and inducements were added. Sometimes even he himself almost believed his own words.

The so-called hunting demon, the so-called "gate".

At the beginning, the lawyer sent by the rich father of "Red Deer" gave him very detailed advice. Enough money and his feigned madness were enough to let him escape the death penalty. If the lawyer's plan went well If not, he only needs to stay in a mental hospital for a few years.In the early stages of this plan, "Red Deer" still felt that this plan was a bit interesting, just like he also found it interesting when he first killed people. He used some tricks he learned in the past to successfully scare the jury and the entire prison. , but soon he felt bored again.

Life is a dull cycle, thought Red Deer.As a former medical student, "Red Deer" is well aware of how abnormal he is mentally - however, perhaps it should be attributed to his anti-social personality, he has never felt even the slightest pain for this abnormality And entangled, in fact, on the contrary, he even loves his abnormality.His mental illness made him enter another world, the illusory spiritual world, where he had everything he wanted, while his body was divided into the real and cold world.

He felt torn apart.

boring.

boring.

boring.

This is his entire view of the real world.

He longed to enter that splendid, crazy spiritual world... However, as he grew older, it became more and more difficult for him to open that world.The family doctor said it was because his schizophrenia was improving, but "Red Deer" was not happy.

He tried all possible means to allow himself to re-enter that hallucinatory world, and then unexpectedly discovered that the blood of living people, screams, and even the twitching flesh before death were the only "keys".After killing the first person, he starts seeing hallucinations, "doors" in some people, which turns him on.And after he's captured, he's kind of funny turning his hallucinations into a spooky story, and even more funny when he finds that stupid people seem to even believe it.

How boring.

"Red Deer" gave up the plan proposed by the stupid lawyer halfway. He killed a few people in prison at random, performed well in court and admitted that he made up the "door" and the demon story, and finally became his wish. A death row inmate.

He can finally escape from this boring and uninteresting world, "Red Deer" thought boredly, and then smiled at the police officers outside the prison.

He managed to scare the two black-skinned little rabbits again, and then he covered his mouth and giggled and collapsed on the narrow, hard bed.

And at this moment, someone entered the room.

The first person to enter the office was an old priest. He looked a little dazed, his cheeks were dark red after extreme excitement, and his breathing was as rapid as that of a stallion in heat—"Red Deer" slanted his eyes. With a glance at him, the curvature of the corner of his mouth began to deepen.

Oh yes, that old pedophile priest.

"Red Deer" easily remembered Imogen's identity, and then the ridiculous so-called care plan for death row prisoners.He didn't even stand up from the bed, still maintaining a lazy posture, slumped on the narrow bed in the confinement room like a big cat, watching the people who walked in through the food delivery port on the iron door boredly.

Emerton almost staggered to the side after entering the door.Then Red Deer saw a tall, thin, gray-haired man with a reassuring, seemingly dependable face, with narrow cheeks and prominently drooping eyes at the corners, coming in after the priest. Hidden behind a pair of thin-framed tortoiseshell glasses, a neat but inexpensive suit, and an old leather briefcase in his left hand—he looks more like a library worker than a legendary Adventist Acting Pope Daniel Wright.

An eloquent, demagogic hypocrite - perfect for a direct sales product salesman and cult leader.

"Red Deer" defined Daniel Wright in an instant.

He yawned for a long time, and tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

For God's sake...he thought...he is certainly a heinous villain, but God wouldn't send someone to torture him before he died, right?

To tell the truth, "Red Deer" can never think of any more ridiculous marketing method than the so-called angel descending, and the scary thing is, there are still so many people in this world who will believe this kind of rhetoric?

See, that's why he despaired of the world.

"Red Deer" thought irritably.

Before Imogen spoke, Daniel Wright stood directly at the window of the confinement room. Through the wire, he glanced at the "Red Deer".

"His Highness 'Child of Light'..."

"Red Deer" heard the salesman speak to the person beside him.

"This is the demon."

He said.

"puff--"

"Red Deer" sneered.

He slowly, slowly sat up from the bed, and then stretched.

The moment he stretched his arms, he saw the two police officers guarding him stand up pale, with their hands on their waists.

"Red Deer" opened its mouth, revealing a white canine tooth.

He stood up abruptly, and then jumped to the front of the iron gate.

"Kara—"

He heard two clicks of the safety catch of the gun, and he started laughing.

"God, this is so funny—"

he said sarcastically, putting a hand on the cold barbed wire.

And at this moment, Daniel Wright had been hiding behind Daniel Wright before... The spokesperson of the Advent faction, the legendary "Child of Light" who descended into the world happened to poke his head out from behind Daniel.

"Red Deer" met the boy's face unprepared.

For a moment he lost the ability to speak.

He felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his body by an invisible hand, and he was no longer able to think about any real things.

For a moment, he even felt that his heartbeat had stopped.

Wings... what beautiful wings.

"Red Deer" never thought that one day seeing such a pair of wings in the real world would bring him such a strong shock, he almost believed in the existence of "Angel" the moment his eyes touched the pair of wings— —Because those are the holy wings that only true angels can have.

And in the wings that seemed to be glowing, there was such a young man who made him feel dizzy.

The wire sank deep into Red Deer's fingers, and he felt exhausted. He had to use all his self-control to keep from screaming, and the warm liquid pooled in his eye sockets, and he began to cry.

"Oh, God……"

"Red Deer" spoke hoarsely.

For the first time in his life, he called for the existence of God with such a pious mood.

He saw the brilliance bouncing in front of his eyes, and after being extremely excited, his body collapsed uncontrollably. "Red Deer" pressed all the weight of his body on the iron gate, and he stared hungrily and greedily at the appearance of "Child of Light" .

"...you have taken care of me."

"Red Deer" muttered to the angel in front of him, almost relying on instinct to utter complete words and sentences.

His body is slowly sliding down.

The hallucinations attacked him with unprecedented intensity. Soft grass grew on the cold concrete floor, and gorgeous blood-red roses bloomed among the grass. The golden light spots and the music solidified in the air. The fragrance enveloped the angel in front of him.

Red Deer felt a strong hunger welling up in his throat.

His knees had fallen to the ground, and the desire in his heart was expanding wildly.

He hated the iron gate in front of him - without it, he would have knelt down in front of that boy, kissing the angel's toes with his hot lips.