As if he had been viciously whipped by an invisible whip, Imogin's facial muscles twitched after hearing the "Red Deer's" answer, and the barely disguised priest's face shattered, and black venom seeped out of those cracks.

The old priest gripped the cross in his hand—and at that moment the warden on the other side of the execution chamber became nervous, almost expecting that Imogen would give the "red deer" a blow with the heavy cross. But after just a few seconds, Imogin had already calmed down, he gave a vicious look at "Red Deer" and spoke silently with his mouth.

Don't try to provoke me, it won't work - you will die after all, and no one will come back to save you, and I assure you in the name of El that there will be no one. You're going to die......]

He glanced at the time and continued.

【…… Just a minute later. 】

Intense hatred and disgust squeezed out of Imo's blonde tongue and between his teeth, and at the same time, a smug feeling permeated his reddened eyes, and he grinned pleasantly and contemptuously at "Red Deer".

Red Deer's head and limbs were already firmly anchored to the electric chair, making his slight shrug less noticeable.

The handsome serial murderer lowered his eyes, and from this position he could meet the portrait of an "angel" embedded in the cross in Imogin's hand.

"Red Deer"'s expression suddenly became trance-like, and that creepy smile appeared on his lips. Even if he didn't say another word, the aura in him sent a clear message: he seemed to be convinced that death would not come to him and that he would live well—even if he was already fixed to the electric chair.

The breath even infected Carlton.

The warden looked uneasily at his side several times, and there was an old-fashioned telephone in pale green plastic on the wall of the execution chamber.

It can ring at any time before the execution, because the whole case is being re-examined - some will leave the room and never come back, and of course many death row prisoners will come back here after a few hours or days.

Carlton genuinely hopes Red Deer won't be the latter.

Perhaps only death itself can take away the invisible thing that makes the hair stand on end in the "red deer".

The strong gaze of the "red deer" resting on the portrait of the "angel" was noticed by Imogin, and the priest's face changed, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to cover the "angel" on the cross. His lips twitched rapidly, and he blurted out a quick, small but malicious curse, but "Red Deer" didn't seem to care.

"He doesn't belong to you. ”

I don't know why, this sentence suddenly came to Imogin's mind. However, just as he thought so, he suddenly felt a chill run on his back. Imogen straightened his back sharply and glared at "Red Deer" with a frown.

He didn't know if it was his delusion...... Just now, it was as if someone was blowing softly on the back of his neck.

Before I had time to think about it, the three-minute time required by law for last words was over. Imogen instantly forgot about his previous anomaly, he looked up in relief, and bowed slightly to Carlton, who had been watching worriedly, before he resisted the bloodthirsty urge to retreat to the corner of the execution chamber.

An urgent emotion that he had never felt before flowed through his veins, and Imogin's gaze fell intently on "Red Deer". Never before had he been so eager to see another human die. He felt his heart pounding with excitement, and a thin sweat oozed from the tip of his nose.

The heavy cross was clutched in his palm, and he felt it hot.

"Tick-"

The Carleton warden glanced down at the time. He let out a long sigh of relief—the time had come. The phone next to him didn't ring.

Carlton then removed his glasses.

It's a silent command, used in place of "It's time, let's tie up this human and electrocute it." Carlton knew that the executioner next to the switch would see his command, and he also knew that by pulling the switch down three times, the "red deer" would become a half-cooked mass in spasms*.

Scold......

Someone seemed to sneer mockingly in Carlton's ear.

The warden's scalp exploded, and he jerked in the direction of the electric chair and forgot about it.

And at the same time.

"Click-"

The electric switch was pulled down.