[May 2, 4 p.m. Haydon time, Celtic Lake, G64 Headquarters, B22]

It's the world's best-guarded prison. The entire floor is wrapped in heavy concrete, forming a separate space from the other floors, and only four lifts can be connected to the outside world.

The people who are being held here are the political enemies of Clay's command.

Commander Clay has always shown no mercy to his political opponents, and all those who are caught are gathered here and tortured to death. Moans and screams are heard day and night, but even if the voice is broken, who can hear it? Blake also probably understood what was waiting for him.

The escort procession passed through the rows of cells, and the prison was eerily quiet today, with the inmates lying on the iron bar, staring at Blake with a strange eye. Many of them had been Blake's men.

Blake was undaunted, holding his head high and moving forward briskly, his handcuffs and chains jingling, as if to highlight the last dignity of a hero.

The team reached the end of the hallway, where there was a rusty iron door with endless darkness inside. One of the guards shoved Blake inside, shook the doorknob, locked the door, kicked it two or three more times, and after making sure the iron door was secure, he left without looking back.

Blake groped in the dark, stumbling and breaking his head. He could feel the blood slide down his cheek and then drip to the ground with a click. The air in the room was so murky that he had to slow his breath and huddle in a corner.

I don't know how long later, there was a strange noise in the ventilation duct near the iron gate. Blake immediately became alert, crawled along the wall, and felt around, and it turned out to be a piece of tin foil, with a raised arrangement on it, in Braille!

While studying at Haydn University, Blake studied Braille and cryptography. He immediately recognized that it was a kind of encrypted braille, which literally read one meaning, and after being encoded and shifted, it had another meaning, and was usually used to convey important information.

Based on what he learned, he quickly deciphered the meaning of Braille:

At 9 p.m. on May 2, there was a riot

Blake also didn't know when it was, where and how the so-called riots began. He didn't know anything but time, and the only thing he could do now was pray.

He silently enjoyed the tranquility, what a wonderful feeling! For the first time, you didn't have to open your eyes to see everything around you—darkness, darkness, darkness. No need to speculate, no exhaustion to fight – darkness will envelop you.

He thought of his hometown, the town of Itar, which was a beautiful place. In the spring, tulips bloom all over the mountain, and he and his children run barefoot on the mountain trails, letting the scent of the earth coat their bodies. He was particularly impressed by a girl in a white dress, who always sat on a rock and watched the boys play. Every time he saw her, Blake would blush and run away from the roots. Whenever this happens, the girl will immediately jump off the rock, chase after him, and grab him by the neck to pull him back. But the girl's strength was not as strong as Blake's, and she stumbled and fell on Blake's back. Amid the boys' boos, Blake had no choice but to pick up the girl and walk down the hill step by step. Girls love hyacinths. Blake planted a lot of hyacinths. Whenever the hyacinths bloom, the girl would always go up the mountain to pick a bunch of tulips in exchange for Blake's hyacinths. Blake will never forget the figure of the girl holding a pot of hyacinths and jumping away.

At that time, the people of the town were poor, but they were as happy as children. The pressure of life failed to defeat them, everything was treated indifferently, hardships and hardships, and passed with a smile. Life is so calm and peaceful.

At the age of sixteen, the Principality of Highland was in large-scale civil unrest, the government was unable to suppress the rebels, and the League of Nations peacekeepers were delayed, and many innocent people died in the town, including the girl in white.

When the news of the girl's death came, Blake locked himself in his room and did not speak for two days. No one knows how many tears he shed behind everyone's back.

Since then, he has been determined to strive for the happiness of mankind, so that everyone can live a truly carefree life without fear again.

He hopped on a smuggling boat and drifted for two weeks to the Aleutian principality, the cultural center of the world. Dr. Horton took him in and sponsored him to continue through college. After graduating from university, he began working for the Group of 64.

One summer, he went on a mission in the Sahara Desert, where the scorching sun burned his skin and tempered his heart. The scorching desert is like a high-spirited enemy, and the more you fear it, the less you can win.

After so many years, I have seen all the swords and swords in the world, all kinds of conflicts of interests, and everything has gradually become boring. He was too far away from his ideals, his own strength was too small, and his dazedness once enveloped him. One night, he dreamed of the girl again, on an island far, far away. He tried his best to go over again, but he couldn't reach the other side. He roared hysterically and smashed the bed board with his fist. The guards heard the strange noise and hurriedly broke down the door. Blake also woke up, smiling and telling them that he was okay.

Now, the only thing that accompanies me is this darkness. He snuggled into the arms of darkness, swept away years of weariness.

"Bang!" A huge explosion resounded throughout the prison.