Carlton's pupils shrank into tiny dots.

He glared at the "red deer" with an expression like he had seen a ghost.

"What do you mean by 'door'...... What do you mean by the 'doors'?"

He heard a piercing sound coming from his throat, as if his vocal cords were being stretched.

It was a strange question, but Carleton believed that "Red Deer" understood—including the nervous escort officers in the office, and their expressions turned strange almost as the words fell.

Caldan knew that they had also heard of the outlandish remarks of the "Red Deer" after his arrest - the "doors".

In fact, no one thought that "Red Deer" would be sent to prison at first, and he seemed more suitable for a mental hospital because everything he said was like that...... It's incomprehensible and weird.

He insisted that he had to torture his victims in that way - just because they were the ones who had already opened the "door".

Someone who has opened the "door"?

"Red Deer" didn't explain much about what a "door" was, and even after a stern questioning, he only shrugged his shoulders a little tiredly.

"If you have to explain, you can understand them in terms of 'Gates of Hell'......" After actually mentioning the 'Gate', Red Deer's attitude was a little more solemn, and he tilted his head, pondered for a moment, and then added, "...... But let me remind you that behind those 'doors' there is more than hell...... What you can't get involved ......"

His use of a peculiar adjective, "not to be involved" - the interrogator's annotation on the confession shows that the "red deer" finally changed slightly when the word was mentioned, and the young serial murderer subconsciously avoided using specific words to describe the place.

During the initial confession, "Red Deer" had a calm attitude and a calm complexion. He is a young man with a near-perfect family affair, an extremely high IQ, a highly educated person, and a handsome appearance. If he's not a serial killer, he's still the kind of enviable darling of God. It's hard to imagine that he would kill so many people because of such delusions,

When he spoke all that nonsense, he showed a kind of patience and upbringing that had been impregnated with money, and he looked at the strange-looking interrogator, with a faint hint of pity and tiredness in his eyes.

"The one who opened the door...... They will cause trouble for this world. ”

Finally, "Red Deer" said in an ominous voice.

If that's all there is to it, then "Red Deer" is just an ordinary serial killer trying to fool the jury and the judge with his nonsense, hoping to escape the law with his mental barrier - and there are probably a dozen of the same people in Jay Bay.

However, the subsequent in-depth investigation of the victims of the "Red Deer" made the whole situation slide in an uncontrollable direction.

At first, the police accidentally found an unusually hidden basement in the backyard of the victim, Jimmy Douglas, a night-time department store security guard, and in the refrigerator in the basement were Jimmy's wife, daughter, and son, who disappeared thirteen years ago. They were well preserved by frozen corpses, and the police initially thought they were also one of the works of "Red Deer", until they found Jimmy's own semen inside the bodies of the three poor men...... Then there are the unsightly, scalp-numbing images of sexual and sadistic material, which are hidden in the basement mezzanine. It was only then that the police discovered that Jimmy Douglas had been torturing his wife and children in inhumane ways until they were killed alive before the "Red Deer" slit his throat and bleed all over his body......

The facts recorded in the footage are enough to send Jimmy to the electric chair countless times - if "Red Deer" hadn't killed him.

Later investigations made people even more horrified to discover that all the people killed by the "Red Deer" seemed to have a dark side that they did not know about themselves, and they were well hidden, and many of them did not look different from others in their daily lives, if not for their deaths...... If it weren't for the crazy words of the "Red Deer" that led to the police investigation of the traces of their lives, they might have been able to safely wear human skins and do those horrific evil deeds for the rest of their lives.

…… As the "Red Deer" said, they will cause trouble for the world.

If this weren't a boring materialist capitalist society, or if Red Deer hadn't tortured his fellow inmates and a prison guard again while awaiting review at the prison in Triparia, California, this handsome, young killer would not have been a death row inmate, knowing that it would not be easy to get to this point, even for criminals.

Carlton hated it from the bottom of his bones...... Or fear of this strange young man.

And he believes he's not the only one, in fact, after Red Deer enters Jay Bay Federal Penitentiary, everyone here, from the inmates to the jailers, is about to be scared crazy - so many things that can't be explained by science come with Red Deer.

Something dark and invisible is gathering and you can feel it as long as you have a little sensitivity to the world...... The air began to get muddy and cold, and every breath began to get hard. Even the most tyrannical prisoners have unconsciously become cautious, as if a stray dog would subconsciously tucked its tail between its legs when it was in danger.

It was at this time that Imogen proposed that Il, the Child of Light, do his deathbed mass for the Red Deer, because "only true angels can dispel the filth here".

Carlton hesitated for a while because of this mention until that day came.

It was a busy night, and Carlton, after finishing his paperwork, realized it was nine o'clock in the evening, picked up his briefcase, turned off the lights, and walked out of the office.

And that door was directly across from his office door.

It sits quietly in the wall on the other side of the walkway, and looks as if it has been here since the prison office building was built. It had dull gray door panels, the handles seemed to have been polished after many rubbings, and above the handles were narrow rectangular glass windows, and in the middle of the glass layer was a diamond-shaped grid of barbed wire.

It was pitch black behind the door, and Carlton could see his own faceless reflection on the pane of glass.

Above that door was a metal nameplate that read:

[Carlton Warmington Jay Bay Federal Penitentiary Director's Office]

Carlton looked back behind him, at the door of his office, which also had an identical nameplate.

He had to open and close the door countless times a day, thinking he was familiar with it, but only to this moment realized that the door looked so unfamiliar.

The door behind him and the one across the hallway presented a near-perfect mirror image, and Carlton swore by his memories of working at Jay Bay Prison for over twenty years—he knew his office was facing the hallway.

Corridors, walls, no doors.

There are no damn doors.

He felt as if he had fallen into a dream, and a subtle smile on the corner of Red Deer's mouth inexplicably appeared in his mind.

He found himself frightened, his brain in disarray, the strange door so close that he could pull it open with just two steps forward - maybe there would be a lock, but Carlton instinctively knew that even if the door had a lock, it wouldn't be a problem, and the key on his body would be able to open "it" lightly.

Carlton didn't know what was going to be behind that, he took a step forward, but immediately stopped again.

He jerked around and rushed into his office, slammed the door shut, and fell to the ground like a frightened eight-year-old.

He gasped heavily, his mind went blank, and his whole body trembled.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on his door.

"Sir, what's going on?"

It took a long time for Carlton to get his feelings in order, and he opened the door in a trembling manner in near-collapse to see the familiar prison guard Carl (who was in charge of guarding the screen door at the end of the hallway. Carlton had gone out with him a few times for a few beers) staring at him inside the door with a hint of wariness and concern.

"I heard the door slamming - and your office lights are off, I didn't see you coming out......"

Carlton looked over his shoulder and across from the office, which stood bare, except for the whitewashed walls.

The next day he changed offices.

Then he found Imojin and agreed to his suggestion.