Imogin watched the "red deer" in the electric chair spasm, his fingers and knees thumping as if he were doing a weird dance...... Imogen didn't know why he was so happy, and he had to exert a lot of self-control to avoid laughing out loud in the middle of the execution.

It will be powered on three times.

Imogin listened to the click of the electric gate and counted silently in his mind.

Human* emitted an impressively oily smell under the action of electric current, which lingered in this cold execution chamber for a long time.

When the last power switch was closed, Red Deer's body suddenly relaxed from a taut state.

His head was tilted to the side, and his limbs were spread outward.

He's dead.

"Hoo ......"

A relaxed breath rang out from the execution chamber.

Imogin, Carleton, and the executioner—they all made a sound of relief almost simultaneously. 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 the 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, where he placed a stethoscope on the chest of the "red deer......

And there was no heartbeat.

Of course, there is no pulse.

From the other end of the stethoscope came only the silence of death.

The corpse that had been roasted by the electric current was hot, and from the doctor's point of view, he could see the small half of the "red deer's" jaw exposed under the black mask. This dead serial murderer does 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 white teeth inside his dark red lips.

…… It's like a happy smile.

The doctor's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't tell why, and suddenly, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

It was ridiculous—the doctor thought, but he couldn't help but feel that the dead man next to him was tilting his head, peeking at him diagonally from top to bottom, and grinning.

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

"It's been confirmed, he's dead—"

And it was at this moment that he felt his sleeves being pulled tightly.

The prison doctor jerked his head back to see a pale hand—whose wrists and arms were tightly strangled by the leather of the electric chair—was clutching his sleeve.

The doctor heard screams rush out of his throat.

……

……

……

"Boom ......"

The dark clouds seemed to pile up directly on the earth, and the bright lightning scraped the earth white from time to time like a shutter pressed by God. With a dull thunder, pea-sized raindrops were hurled down from the sky like buckshots, and the smell of damp earth rose hot as it washed away by the rain, and the occasional shrill scream from a distant car siren could be heard in the rain. No one could have imagined that such a heavy rain would come to California, and it hit Calvin and Daniel like ferocious beasts, both of whom were on their way home from prison.

In contrast to the spirited, religiously ritualistic state of the time they went to prison, they could even be described as wolf bèi when they left. The proof of this was that they had gone through a complicated check-up as they entered the Federal Prison in Jay's Bay, going through checkpoint after checkpoint, surrounded by several staff and prison guards, ready to place in a yellow cowhide envelope for the inspection, and when Calvin and Daniel left, only an old, fat, and lame old prison guard led the way, and at the end of a long, weedy gravel road, the guard shuddered open a rusty, broken iron door, and motioned for them to go from here。

"See that wall that hasn't been painted yet? Turn right there, then go down the stairs, and you'll find the car there." ”

The old prison guard said a little absent-mindedly.

Calvin hides his body under a long, wide dark blue silk robe (a robe of this color that is said to make his purple iris more conspicuous), and Daniel's hand rests on his shoulder. He felt some pressure on the latter's fingers, and Daniel's gentle and polite thanks rang in his ears.

However, the guard did not respond to Daniel's thanks, and almost as soon as the two of them walked out of the door, the iron door slammed shut against their heels.

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

After a few seconds, Daniel turned in silence and walked down the path the guard had pointed.

It was at this time that the heavy rain poured down. Calvin reflexively tried to speed up his pace, but Daniel's fingers on his shoulder jammed him. Calvin's body shuddered as he cautiously peeked at Daniel under his hood, who stared straight ahead and ignored him.

Daniel didn't allow Calvin to run in the rain either—they slowly returned to their RV in a very silent, almost suffocating silence.

In the United States, a large number of new religions similar to Adventism are born every year, but very few have developed and grown like Adventism. In the words of Daniel Wright, Adventism is truly a marvel. And to maintain the survival of a miracle, it takes a lot of money.

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

"Bang-"

Daniel stepped forward and kicked the door open.

He walked straight inside.

Calvin was so drenched in the rain that he could barely open his eyes, the feathers on his wings became heavier after absorbing the cold rain, and his shoulder blades and back ached as if they were about to break. He hesitated at the door for a long time, and finally squeezed into the RV shivering and trembling under the cold and pain.

The rain streamed down his wings and pooled into a small puddle at the doorway.

"Don't move there!"

Without having time to enter the room, Daniel said coldly to Calvin.

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 former salesman looked too gloomy in his usual appearance.

Like two cyan-colored ghost fires burning in gray, emotionless pupils, Daniel brushed his hair and looked at Calvin in silence.

Calvin's breathing slowly became rapid, and his body shook slightly.

He was in so much pain, oh my God, he hated the rain, his wings were so heavy that he could barely breathe, his legs were trembling all the time, his vision was a little blurry - and yet in the face of Daniel, who was speechless, Calvin did not dare to take his own steps at all.

"I'm sorry—"

He said timidly to Daniel.

"Oh?"

Daniel let out an icy, terrifying mocking sneer.

"It's not the first time, you see, today was supposed to be a big day for the Adventists to increase their influence, but now you've 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 shrill female voice cut off Daniel's words.

"God, what the hell is going on?"

A figure crashed out from behind a purple velvet curtain embroidered with gold thread at the other end of the RV.

It was a woman.

Alcohol and drugs, bad lifestyle habits, and poverty have drawn on a woman's face with bulging cheekbones and muscles that have just begun to fall. But it is undeniable that she must have been a very beautiful woman in her youth, and the contours of her cheeks and features bear a certain resemblance to Calvin's, except that her eyes are a dull ordinary brown, and her bleached light blonde hair has a slight brown at the roots. It must be said that if Calvin was a work of art that God painstakingly created with his hands, then she was a random sketch made of clay before Calvin was created.

Daniel's brow furrowed slightly at the sight of her, but then a sweet smile broke into the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, Rosa. ”

He walked over to her.

"Daniel. ”

Rosa placed the bottle on the coffee table, and she staggered to Daniel, then imprinted a kiss on the latter's face.

"God, you're soaking wet...... "for God's sake, things aren't going well?"

Even though Rosa didn't even glance in Calvin's direction, Calvin was completely stiff at the mention of himself in the other party's words.

"Mom. ”

Calvin's lips twitched as he looked at her nervously before shouting in a whisper.

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

"You've got to take a shower, darling. She said with concern.

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

Daniel wrenched free of Rosa's arms without a trace, and he pulled the towel out of her hand as if he didn't care, and threw it in front of Calvin's toes.

"Wipe the water off your body, especially your feathers - I don't want to see you catch a cold from your wings soaked in water. ”

Daniel said to Calvin that his tone had become much softer in Rosa's presence.

"Look at you. Always so recklessly, the floor will get wet...... You see, it's not for nothing that your mom will always be angry with you. ”

Perhaps sensing the solemnity of the atmosphere in the RV, Daniel opened his mouth and said with a pretended lightheartedness.

Calvin glanced past Daniel at his mother, and Rosa turned her face away from Calvin's gaze in disgust.

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

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