"Don't move! Stand there. ”

"Quick...... Escape...... Leave me alone......"

"Mira, Mira, you wait."

"Luna Ben Johnson Frese, now I, Martin K* Overseer, oversaw the murder of Mira. Christine's crime arrests you ......"

Horrible voices forcibly woke me up from the nightmare, and then I felt a sharp pain in my right eye, I couldn't feel the sight of my right eye, I touched it with my hand, and found that it was wrapped in gauze with a cloudy viscous liquid.

It was blood, and it looked like I was blind in my right eye.

Leave that alone, let me check my surroundings.

I looked around and sighed, it was dark.

I coughed twice, got up and crawled slowly towards the inner wall, propping myself up on the ground, then leaning my back against the wall, faintly I could hear the cries of rats, the ground was surprisingly cold and the smell of rancid air emanated from the air, I slowly stood up against the wall, and slowly moved my steps, albeit with a little shaking.

After a circle, I went back to where I was lying and started groping for the ground, and after a while, I found the object, and I took it in my hand, it was a magnetic levitation oil lamp, and I turned on the button, and it floated in the air, and it was illuminated all around.

I looked around and saw a couple of air leaks at the top of the room.

Scratches were everywhere on the walls, and the dark ground still couldn't hide the remaining blood stains.

The gas chambers, it seems that many souls have died here......

I bent my head and lay on my knees.

At that moment, the wind from there blew my hair, and I felt the pain in my right eye and the helplessness of hunger, and I once knocked on the door, only to be reprimanded by the Dark Ages.

During the painful days, day or two, I vaguely felt my wounds begin to heal.

I lay on the ground, weak, and out of pity, sometimes someone would loosen food for me, and in my eyes at that time, maybe this was the light in the darkness......

For three days and four days, the maglev oil lamp slowly dimmed, and there was not much oil. On the fifth day, just as the light of the oil lamp was about to be extinguished, the cell door was opened......

"Luna Ben Jonson Frese, come out." A man shouted at me. I got up from the ground and I knew what day it was.

Judgment Day, a turning point in my fate.

"The court will not discuss it, and now I declare......" The presiding judge picked up the gavel in his hand and slammed it on the table, "The murderer Luna Ben Johnson Frese was sentenced to death for killing Mila Christine, and Wharton was deprived of his rights for life!" ”

At the end of the trial, I was blindfolded, and for a few hours without seeing light, I was transferred to another place, the prison of Abuqdi.

The snow covered the mountain, the people around me shivered in the cold, and the stench, noise and noise of the prison made me feel sick.

In order to prevent escape, I was put in the innermost cell, and tomorrow I was sent to Wharton Square to be hanged.

"It was her," the group came to my cage, and I saw that the man who had taken the lead, his name was Martin K*, and that he was one of the most important people who had brought me to the present situation. Next to him was General Franklin.

Franklin frowned, turned his head to Sergeant Martin, "Just her?" ”

"This girl."

Franklin walked up and down at me, then waved to the guard behind him, brought me a cotton coat and draped it over me, and then turned away.

Martin, who was on the side, beckoned to the guards and escorted me to the bottom of the prison.

The night here is very cold, like the graveyard of the living dead, and from time to time the screams of people can be heard from the frozen iron windows, perhaps the tortured prisoners, or the souls of the unjust who died tragically.

Located on Coldridge Hill behind the Capitol, Arbuckles is inmated almost exclusively political prisoners and S-class murderers.

The prison guards, some of whom were survivors of the Fifth World War, often tortured prisoners because of the shadows of the battlefield, so the night was full of mourning and howling.

The next morning I woke up from my sleep, sat up in bed, and looked around the strange room. Outside the window, the soldiers were busy on the mountain road. There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and the sound of conversation wafting to my window was really excited and excited, and I knew very well: I was going to be hanged today.

I put on my clothes, there were no usual clothes here, only the black cotton robe with a hood, which I pulled over my head and waited here.

Finally, the guards knocked on my door, put bracelets and anklets on me, pulled the chain around my neck, led me to the cage of the carriage, and ran to the execution ground. The muddy streets were crowded with people, and the startled people ran away to make way for the carriage that carried me, and they waved their fists at me or glared at me with wide eyes under the brim of their hats.

The carriage galloped past towards the crowd, and as the hangings began, the onlookers had gathered, and I smiled, it seemed that I was not alone today.

With the pace of the carriage, I was taken under the gallows.

On the gallows, the gallows was waiting for the next victim, and at the same time I saw the arrival of another prisoner's carriage, looking from afar. There was also a young girl in the car, but she was silver-haired.

In addition to this, there were carriages all around the square, and many people climbed up to see more clearly, and I saw an acquaintance, Mr. Charles Robert, who looked worried, and beside him was a little girl, as pink as Mira, dressed in her childhood clothes, standing aside, and through the pair of cherry blossom eyes stained red by pain, I saw more hatred, and she noticed that I was looking at her, and that I had taken refuge behind Robert.

Some onlookers sat in the square, others walked around, from cowardly-looking men, to short, haggard-looking women, to filthy and scruffy children.

Crowds of women stood together whispering, men drinking cider from their pouches, and they all came to see me being tortured.

On one side of the square, a carriage with soldiers on both sides came, and I met Martin with a smile on his face and Johnson beside him, who dragged me out of the carriage and sneered, "You didn't think I'd miss your farewell party, did you?" You're not alone today, because someone will be with you, and Franklin will be coming," he turned to look at Johnson, then said to me, "I hope he doesn't have an accident today......" he grinned.

I looked at the girl on the right and looked at her, and for some reason, I felt an inexplicable sense of companionship, and my silver eyes looked at me, full of another kind of trust.

My hands were tied in front of me, and so was she, marching with the vengeful attacks of the crowd......

The girl next to me looked at me, and she smiled at me, and that smile was a little weird.

I didn't understand what it meant, but instinctively, I looked up and around until I saw a figure.

I understood what that smile meant.

Perhaps, I will not die today.