Carlton thought that this decision would reduce the suffocating panic in his heart, but it turned out to be the opposite.

Omen.

Perhaps that's how it should be called.

Every time Carlton drove his Volkswagen slowly into the prison staff parking lot, he could feel the cold, slowly creeping up his back. For the third time this month, there are complaints about the failure of the refrigeration system – the entire office area is as cold as an ice cellar.

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

As time passed, the day of the arrival of the "angel" drew nearer - Carlton's old buddy, the prison priest Imogin, became more and more excited and fanatical because of this incident, and more than once Carlton saw Imogen uncontrollably pressing his lips to the picture of the "angel" on his cross while praying, and to be honest, Carlton sometimes felt a subtle discomfort from this, and he felt as if something was changing in the priest's old body.

Something wasn't quite right, he thought.

In this way, the day when the "angel" arrived at the end of the warden Carlton Warmington.

The Adventists arrived five minutes later than scheduled.

Carlton was notified of their arrival, and almost as soon as he hung up the microphone, a smell of blood 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 ...... It's finally here......"

Carlton heard Imogen muttering in the corner of the room, the priest's eyes flashed brightly, he was so excited that he blushed from his neck to his face, and the hands that caressed the cross began to tremble with excitement, and a large amount of cold sweat seeped down the priest's time-washed shriveled skin.

"Imogin?"

Carlton had to call out to his old friend.

Almost at the same time, a voice said almost coldly inside the brain - it would be a huge mistake to let this so-called "angel" here.

You made a mistake, Carlton, a huge mistake.

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

He tried to calm the screaming voice inside him.

It's "Red Deer...... He thought that it was probably the arrival of the "angel" that made the "red deer" who revealed a strange aura all over his body feel something, which is why the air in the entire prison was so cold and depressing at this moment.

Carlton desperately comforted himself.

"Bang bang bang-"

There was a knock on the office door.

"Sir, Mr. Daniel Wright of the Adventists and Il, the Child of Light, have arrived. ”

Then the door was opened.

******

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

The confinement chamber was located in the corner of a room made entirely of metal and concrete, half the size of a cell, with a narrow bed on the side of the wall that allowed one to lie flat (Red Deer felt that there was no more stupid design, this was the last place the condemned prisoners spent before the execution, and he could not think of anyone who would want to waste the last hours of their lives sleeping - after all, they would have time to lie down and sleep after a few hours).

The light is dull white.

The two officers sat nervously in another corner of the room, their duty to keep a watch on death row inmates against suicide or self-harm out of fear of the death penalty, but now they were just watching the "red deer" in the confinement room in horror through the thick barbed wire fence painted white, as if they were watching a devil who could hurt people at any moment. "Red Deer" could almost smell the intense fear that almost solidified into a hard shell.

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

His hair was a delicate and warm chocolate brown, his features were deep and perfect, and he had a pair of pale mint eyes under his dark eyebrows, which would be a cool gray-green color in some light, and his thin lips were bloody, and there were faint laugh lines at the corners of his mouth.

For normal people, "Red Deer" is more suitable to be a graphic model than a death row inmate, and his lawyer has been very adamant that "Red Deer" looks can impress most juries lightly in a certain way.

However, "Red Deer" seems to be unconcerned about the dividends brought by his appearance, and he seems more willing to scare the others around him.

"Red Deer" couldn't help but sigh - this managed to make the two officers' bodies tremble, and "Red Deer" almost laughed when he held his chin in his hand. He thought that his little tricks were probably really useful, some common sense in physics and chemistry combined with magic tricks, and finally with some psychological hints and inducements, sometimes even he almost had to believe his own words.

The so-called hunting demons, the so-called "doors".

At the very beginning, the lawyer sent by the wealthy father of "Red Deer" gave him a very detailed proposal, enough money and his disguised madness to escape the death penalty, and if the lawyer's plan went well, he would only need to spend a few years in a mental hospital. At the beginning of the project, "Red Deer" found the plan a little interesting, as if he had found it funny when he first started killing, and he managed to scare the jury and the entire prison out with some tricks he had learned in the past, but soon he felt bored again.

Life is a tedious reincarnation, "Red Deer" thought. As a former medical student, "Red Deer" is well aware of how mentally abnormal he is - but perhaps to blame for his sociopathic personality, he has never felt even the slightest pain or entanglement in this abnormality, in fact, on the contrary, he even loves his own abnormality. His mental illness leads him to another world, an illusory spiritual world, where there is a qiē he wants, and his * is divided into a real and cold world.

He felt torn apart.

Bored.

Bored.

Bored.

That's his whole view of this 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 up that world. The family doctor said it was because his schizophrenia was improving, but Red Deer was not happy.

He tried everything he could to re-enter the world of illusions, and then unexpectedly discovered that the blood of the living, the screams, and even the convulsions of the dying * were the only "keys". After killing the first person, he began to see hallucinations, "doors" on some people, which excited him. And after his arrest, he has a bit of amusement turning his hallucinations into a weird story, and even funnier when he finds that the stupid people seem to even believe it.

How boring.

"Red Deer" abandons the stupid lawyer's plan, kills a few random people in prison, appears well at the trial, admits to his fabrication of the "door" and the devil's story, and finally gets his wish to become a death row inmate.

He'd finally been able to escape from this boring and boring world, Red Deer thought boredly, and smiled at the officers outside the confinement room.

Once again, he succeeded in scaring the two little black-skinned rabbits, and then he covered his mouth and giggled and collapsed on the narrow, hard bed.

And at this time, someone entered the room.

The first to enter the office was an old priest, who looked a little dazed, his cheeks were crimson after extreme excitement, and his breathing was so rapid that he looked like a stallion in heat - "Red Deer" glanced at him obliquely, and the curvature of his mouth began to deepen.

Oh yes, that pedophile old priest.

"Red Deer" easily remembered the identity of Imogin, and then the unusually ridiculous so-called care plan for the condemned prisoner. He didn't even get up from the bed, still in a lazy position, slumped like a big cat on the narrow bed in the confinement room, and observed, boredly, through the food delivery opening in the iron door, as he watched the people who walked in through the door.

Immorton nearly staggered to the side as he entered. The Red Deer then saw a tall, lanky, gray-haired man walking in after the priest, with a reassuring, seemingly reliable face, elongated cheeks, noticeably drooping eyes hidden behind a pair of thin-framed tortoiseshell glasses, a straight-looking but modest suit, and an old cowhide briefcase in his left hand—he looked more like a library clerk than the legendary Advent Acting Pope Daniel Wright.

A hypocrite with good eloquence and strong incitement -- suitable to be a direct selling product salesman and a cult leader.

"Red Deer" defined Daniel Wright in an instant.

He let out a long yawn, tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.

For God's sake...... He thought...... He was certainly a wicked man, but God wouldn't have sent someone to torture him before he died, right?

Truth be told, "Red Deer" could never have imagined a more ridiculous marketing ploy than the so-called Angel Descent, and the terrible thing is that there are still so many people in this world who would believe such a statement?

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

"Red Deer" thought irritably.

Daniel Wright stood straight to the window of the confinement chamber before Imogen could speak, and his gaze swept over the "Red Deer" through the wire.

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

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

"This is the demon. ”

He said.

"Poof—"

"Red Deer" let out a sneer.

Slowly, slowly, he sat up from the bed, and then stretched.

As he stretched his arms, he saw the two police officers who were guarding him stand up with pale faces and hands on their waists.

"Red Deer" cracked its mouth, revealing a white tiger tooth on his lips.

He jerked to his feet, then leaped to the front of the iron door.

"Kara-"

He heard two shots of the gun's safety bolt opening, and he started laughing.

"God, that's funny—"

He said mockingly, a hand resting on the cold barbed wire.

And at this time, he had been hiding behind Daniel Wright...... The spokesperson of the Adventist faction, the legendary true angel "Child of Light" who came to the world, happened to poke his head out from behind Daniel.

"Red Deer" caught off guard in the boy's face.

He lost the ability to speak for a moment.

He felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his shell by an invisible hand, and he was no longer capable of thinking about anything realistic.

For a moment, he felt like his heart was stopping.

Wing...... What beautiful wings.

"Red Deer" never imagined that one day seeing such a pair of wings in the real world would give him such a strong shock, and he believed in the existence of "angels" almost the moment his eyes touched the pair of wings, because they were holy wings that only true angels can have.

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

The wire sank deep into "Red Deer's" fingers, he felt prostration, he had to use all his self-control to not start screaming directly, the warm liquid gathering in his eye sockets, and he began to cry.

"God......

"Red Deer" spoke hoarsely.

For the first time in his life, he called on God's existence with such a pious mood.

He saw the light bouncing before his eyes, and after being extremely excited, his uncontrollable collapse attacked him, and the "Red Deer" pressed all the weight of his body against the iron door, and he stared hungrily and greedily at the appearance of the "Child of Light".

“…… You have taken care of me. ”

"Red Deer" muttered to the angel in front of him, almost instinctively able to confide out the complete words and sentences.

His body was slowly slipping.

The hallucinations struck him with unprecedented intensity, and soft grass grew on the cold concrete floor, and between the grasses bloomed brilliant blood-red roses, golden points of light and music froze in the air, and a rich fragrance enveloped the angel in front of him.

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

His knees had fallen to the ground, and his inner * was swelling like crazy.

He hated the iron door in front of him—without it, he would have been able to kneel in front of the boy and kiss the angel's toes with his hot lips.