In the silence of the evening, the twilight fades away. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the cage of the Tower of Judgment, there is a beautiful song echoing.

"Oh ~ hit a horse, hit a horse, hit a horse ~ horse ~"

Someone lay on the bed and sang to the bare wall: "Twenty-one horse, three-one horse, four-one horse...... Eleven horses, they can't be compared, hit ~ one horse ~"

The whole prison was immersed in this joyful song, and the prisoners seemed to feel the beauty and hope of the world, repented of their crimes, and could not help but leave two lines of tears, grabbing their heads to the ground, and moaning in pain.

"Charles, I'm going to kill you tomorrow!"

"Shut up!

"Guard, where is the guard? I've recruited it! I've recruited it! Don't let him sing anymore!"

“......”

Until the end, Konstantin couldn't listen anymore and coughed twice in embarrassment, interrupting his singing. If he doesn't come forward, this bastard will be beaten to death tomorrow.

"You seem to be happy, Charles...... Ahem, hmm, what's the good thing?"

"It's Sunday, Mr. Konstantin, have you forgotten?"

Charles's eyebrows fluttered, "We have barbecue to eat at night!!"

"Huh?"

Konstantin was still confused: "That's it?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it good to have barbecue to eat?"

“......”

Konstantin shook his head helplessly, "Don't sing anymore, I haven't digested well in the past two days, so I'll trouble you to solve my share." ”

"Really, that's embarrassing!"

Charles was overjoyed: "Your old man is old, you should pay more attention to your body, why don't I go to the guard and ask for a fried chicken leg to make up for your old man's body?"

“......”

Konstantin couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, but in the end, he shook his head and didn't say anything.

Looking at his appearance, Charles couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Constantine, I know that you are a big man and don't like this barbecue, but now we have been imprisoned in the Tower of Judgment."

For the rest of his life, he will either live here with food and shelter, or he will be dragged to the gallows and there will be no more days......

Life is so hard, don't treat yourself so badly, how good the barbecue is, why don't you like it?"

Konstantin shook his head: "Charles, you will be satisfied with a meal of meat. It's because you don't have the sun in your heart. ”

"The sun?"

Charles smiled, "The sun has long since set. ”

"It's still there, you just can't see it. ”

Konstantin looked up and stared at the iron window behind Charles, the dark night sky outside the iron window:

"As long as you stand tall enough, even in the long night, you can hear that deafening sound when you close your eyes.

It was the loud sound of the sun moving that reverberated in the vacuum and decayed in the atmosphere. It sets off the aetheric tides, and endless light and heat spill down to move the world around......

It's there, waiting for you to find it.

When you have the real sun in your heart, you will not be miserable because of the dust, and you will be happy because of the bubble in front of you.

- You'll see farther. ”

Silence, long silence.

Charles stared at him blankly, and after a long time, as if he realized that he needed a little response, he nodded as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Oh." ”

Konstantin was silent for a long time, couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, and waved his hand.

"It's me who said something incomprehensible, don't take it to heart. It's time for dinner, let's go eat a barbecue. With all that to tell you, I want to eat more. ”

"Okay, yes!"

At the sound of supper bells, Charles got up and waited eagerly for the cell door to open.

But after a long time, no one came.

There was silence.

There was the sound of rain dripping.

On the ceiling, which had fallen into disrepair, viscous liquid dripped down. Charles felt the wetness on his neck, looked up in disbelief, and reached out, a drop of blood-red liquid landing in his hand.

A piercing screech was heard.

"Here we go again......"

Charles muttered softly, but felt like his eyes were dark, as if he had drained all his strength, and he almost fell to the ground with his hands on the railing, bent over, nauseated.

“******...... Here we go again......"

He muttered softly, listening to the sound of the blood-colored rain falling on him little by little, and when he turned back, the whole room was dyed blood-red.

The corpses snuggled up in blood red, looking at him and grinning.

Some were hanging from the beams, their legs kicking happily, others were lying on their beds, a cut in their wrists, and blood flowed out of it like a babbling stream.

The door of the cell had opened at some point, and in the doorway, the rotten skeleton looked down at him, as if it were Konstantin.

"Charles, it's time to eat. ”

He reached out and tried to pull him up. But that hand weathered in the air and turned to ashes. The bones collapsed to the ground, torn apart, and there was nothing left.

The corridor was littered with corpses. It was as if they were dead in a drastic change, and the souls seemed to be frozen in the air, so there were terrible screams that echoed one after another.

Scenes of confusion appear and disappear again and again.

Sometimes it's a parade of heavily guarded guards, sometimes it's a riot of countless angry prisoners, and sometimes it's a prisoner strangled in a cage with a hideous face.

More often than not, it's empty, silent like the land of the dead.

There were faint shadows walking through the corridors, men and women, old and young. They are unaware of each other, but they are harmoniously encapsulated in this trance-like illusion.

"Fake...... It's all fake......"

The shadows of the past seemed to sense his embarrassment, and a mocking voice rang out.

Charles clutched his head, trying to cover his ears. But when he raised his head, he saw a pair of eyes in the chaotic and cruel scene.

It was as if he was covered in the lowest layers of those cruel scenes, buried in the deepest recesses of memory, in those forgotten corners, someone was quietly staring at him.

Her face was distant and blurred, but her long red hair seemed to be close at hand.

The color was like burning embers.

It's as if it's cursed.

"Mom's ......"

Charles was stunned and looked at the figure blankly: "Why are you ...... Yes...... Here?"

The figure stared at him, and after a long moment, turned away.

"Don't go!"

Charles staggered to his feet, chased after him, and ran between the layers of corpses, trying to stop her: "Don't go ......"

In a trance, there seemed to be a moment when he touched the ends of her hair.

But in the next moment, the figure disappeared.

Everything collapsed and disappeared, and fell into the abyss.

Darkness engulfs everything.

I don't know how long it took.

Charles screamed and straightened up, staring at the blazing sun on his face in astonishment.

The midday sun shone brightly, shining into the cage and spilling on the face, dispelling the illusion.

It's like nothing has happened.

Charles stared blankly around, in a trance, nothing changed, as if he didn't know when he fell asleep.

"Are you awake?"

The roommate noticed his exclamation and looked over: "You really said that you can sleep when you sleep, and you can't wake up no matter how you scream." If the doctor hadn't told you to sleep, I would have thought you had died suddenly. ”

Charles smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

In silence, he lowered his head and looked at his clenched right hand. Between the five fingers that are spread, there is a faintly long hair.

The long hair was dark red, like embers of flames.

Soon, he was awakened by the roar.

The earthquake trembled, the clouds in the sky shattered, and an invisible wind swept in from far away and whistled by.

Charles looked back in astonishment, looking out of the bars.

In the midst of a sharp and noisy loud noise, a pillar of crimson light rushed into the sky, dyeing most of the sky blood-red, as if countless blood were tumbling and boiling.

"Won't you?

He muttered softly, but quickly, he reacted, it was not an illusion, he saw the same panicked looks of others, and the sirens sounding in the prison.

"What is that?"

He stared at the crimson pillar of light in confusion.

On the other side, Konstantin raised his head and glanced at it, and his expression became mocking:

"Probably...... It's the wake-up number of the Holy City's new lane. ”

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