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(The time has finally come.)

Warden Carlton stood outside the iron door of the confinement room and watched "Red Deer", and heard a voice in his heart speak to him calmly and clearly.

He wasn't sure whether he should feel tense or relaxed—his old friend Imogen was helped out, and he was told of previous gaffes by the elderly prison chaplain, both of whom had varying degrees of nervousness. Injured, Carlton's gut told him it wasn't over yet, however, on the other hand, Carlton had to admit that he finally had a "second boot" and he knew there was going to be a problem before that day came, And now it's finally here.

"what have you done?!"

Carlton asked in a low voice, his eyes fell on the young man in the confinement room through the iron window, the latter has completely calmed down now, his hands and feet are bound by heavy shackles, the "Red Deer" His shoulders were relaxed, his hands were neatly placed on his knees, and he sat hunched on the edge of the narrow bed. After hearing Carlton's question, he slowly raised his head and met Carlton's eyes.

The right side of his face and jaw were swollen from this angle, and the blood had turned his skin an eerie purple.However, his demeanor turned out to be calm...or even happy, and what flashed in his eyes was a sweet expression as if he was falling in love.

"I have found my light."

"Red Buck" blinked his eyes, his lips pursed, and he lowered his voice childishly as he spoke to Carlton.

"Light?"

——Are you referring to the "angels" of Adventism?

Carlton felt a heavy shadow passing over his chest, and he still remembered the strong shock he suffered in his heart when he saw the child for the first time today.

So even a demon like "Red Deer" is deeply attracted to that child?

Thinking of this, even Carlton himself couldn't explain the sudden hatred and rage in his heart.

He took a deep breath, maintaining the decent calm a prison warden should have when facing prisoners, even if his expressionless appearance was shaky.

"Red Deer" tilted his head at him, and let out a silent sneer. Obviously, Carlton's attempt to hide his emotions had failed.

The warden, who had suffered from insomnia for a long time, had red bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

"For God's sake, I don't know what you did—what you must have done, to this prison, to the people here, to my old friend Imogen—but I don't care about that, you Immediately, yes, you will die."

For the first time in his long prison career, Carlton spoke to another human being in such a violent voice, either to subordinates or to prisoners.Now he even looked ferocious, his fist slammed heavily on the iron door of the confinement room, making a loud "bang".

"Red Deer" looked at everything in front of him motionlessly, his eyes turned into the shape of crescents because of a smile, and his shallow pupils shone with tiny reflections like cats.His eyes were filled with sweet smiles, happiness, and complacency.

"Yes, I will die now," said Red Deer sweetly, "but God has forgiven me—his blood will give me new life."

"You attacked an innocent child—"

"Oh, by the way, did you know..." "Red Deer" interrupted Carlton impolitely, his face suddenly became serious, and his voice was lowered.

Carlton's body paused, and he looked at "Red Deer" vigilantly.

"My light... tastes very sweet."

一边说，“红鹿”一边伸出舌头，沿着自己已经被揍得破了皮的嘴唇慢慢地舔了一圈。

He narrowed his eyes, looking almost intoxicated by the memories of just now...

Warden Carleton, his cheeks puffed up from his jaws clenched so close, raised his wrist to look at his watch. There were only a few hours left before the execution of "Red Deer": just enough time for the young The man shaved his brown hair and had another supper.

The ticking dial made Carlton suddenly feel relieved.

He glanced up at Red Deer: yes, the man was dying—whether he was a demon or something—he was going to die anyway.Carlton kept repeating this passage in his heart.

Even he himself didn't realize that this was actually a simple self-comfort.

"Red Deer" yawned a little, and he bowed his body again, ignoring Carlton.He closed his eyes, and the smile never faded from the corner of his mouth. He hummed an incoherent song through his nose, and his smile even made Bernard Amy, who came in to help him shave his hair, tremble with fear. .

Until a long time later, so long that Bernard Emmy had left Jay Bay Federal Penitentiary for many years-this male prison hospital nurse who part-time shaves the heads of death row inmates still remembers the appearance of "Red Deer" at that time.

"He was very upset, very, very upset, and he told me not to touch his hair, and I said to him, 'Hey man, if you don't get the hair off your head, it's going to burn later, You might not be dead when it burns'...God, I didn't scare him, this happened to some unlucky guy before, he was jumping from the electric shock, and his hair was burning and rolling Thick smoke, you can smell that burnt scalp... oh, sorry, I seem to have drifted off on something else. Anyway 'Red Deer' doesn't like people touching his hair, he always Mumbling, saying that hairstyle doesn't look good, why the hell does a condemned prisoner care so much about his hairstyle? Anyway, I can't help it, I still have to shave his hair, you can feel that time He fell in The look on your face—if possible, I think he would even bite my throat and suck my brain out of my nasal cavity."

Bernard Emmy was always blah blah blah blah blah to the biographers who came to interview him.Of course, those people's biographies are all about the legendary serial killer...but that's another story.

Let's go back to reality, to the moment when the life of "Red Deer" is counting down, and to the cold, depressing Jay Bay Federal Penitentiary.

"Red Deer" had eaten his last supper.

He didn't eat much, but he drank the glass of red wine he specially ordered-it was cheap from the supermarket, but "Red Deer" drank it down to the last drop, and more than that, he took the meal. The piece of white toast in "The Last Supper" was twisted, put it into the empty wine glass, and wiped off the little wine remaining on the glass wall, and then he carefully put the piece of white toast He put it in his mouth and chewed carefully.And it was the only solid food he ate.

Until Tamsin Kwak, the executioner this time, stuck a natural sponge soaked in salt water between the red deer's ankle and the electrodes, the prison was waiting for something to happen .

It's hard to describe exactly what that "something" is - but the oppressive atmosphere is recognizable to even the dullest of minds.

Like a storm is coming.

This is a wonderful feeling, even though "Red Deer" is already sitting in the electric chair, and on the other side of the death chamber, the witnesses are already sitting neatly in chairs waiting to watch the execution of "Red Deer" ——But everyone, including Tamsin Quaker, Warden Carlton, and the terrified prison guards, had an inexplicable feeling that something would happen to prevent the death of "Red Deer".

Tamsin Quaker rubbed his sweaty nose as he checked the electrodes on Red Deer one last time, everything was ready.Before "Red Deer" actually sat on the old electric chair, he had repeatedly checked the operation of the electric chair with dozens of light bulbs. He was sure that everything was working properly, and the current could easily roast the person sitting on the chair. It was quite ripe, but Tamsin Kwak Yijiu felt a little uneasy, the evidence was that his nose and forehead were sweating.

He couldn't help but look at Warden Carlton in the corner of the execution room. He waited for him to take off his glasses—whenever the warden took off his glasses in the execution room, he replaced them with a piece of old blue check Egyptian cotton. When the handkerchief wipes the lens, it means "time is up".Tamsin Quaker looked at the warden several times, but the other party's glasses never took off.

An emotion known as restlessness ran through Tamsin Quark's body like tiny electric currents, along his nerves.

He was sweating harder.

He glared at the warden, who had an old apple-green telephone on the wall behind him.Sometimes a bell would ring before he dropped the switch, and some condemned prisoners would be freed, some would come a month later, some would come days later...even an hour later Come back to this room once.Regarding the latter, Tamsin Quark always felt that it would be better to let these poor people be relieved at the very beginning. You know, there is nothing more difficult than waiting for the death penalty.

Whether it is for the death row inmates themselves, or for the staff involved in this matter.

In the other corner of the room diagonally from the warden, Imogen, who was supposed to be resting, held the cross with Calvin's photo tightly in his arms. He looked as if he was ten years old, with disheveled hair. Violet drooping bags under the eyes.Eyeballs set in sagging eyelids are blood red, staring motionless at the "red deer" in the electric chair.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Imogen stepped forward, looked down at "Red Deer" with a Bible in his hand and said.

"You have 3 minutes for your last words."

He said.

One side of "Red Deer" raised his lips slightly.

"I hope—when the switch is pulled down, you can hold my hand and spend it with me."

said the Red Buck cheerfully to Imogen.