The rain made the blue-gray facility even more gloomy. Even while still in the car, I had the illusion that I could hear the rain hitting the cold walls and barbed wire, making a popping sound.
The nervous expression gradually disappeared from Leon's face. He stared at the getting closer buildings and squinted his eyes. "At least these people know that sin needs to be punished." He seemed to be talking to himself, whispering from the corner of his cracked mouth.
The guard on duty leaned out of the small square room, passed over Madison in the driver's seat, waved to Zach who stuck his head out of the back seat, and pointed in a direction. Zach responded with a smile and patted Madison on the shoulder in front of him. The blocking crossbar was raised, and the truck drove toward the side of Barton Prison.
The overweight prison guard was already standing under the protruding eaves, looking at the truck and waving his hand. The splashing rain wet the food in his hand, and he cursed irritably.
Zach leaned out of the back seat and looked beyond the iron fence on both sides of the truck. He had already seen the open door beside the prison guard. Father Constantine was standing beside him, his head lowered, holding the holy book in both hands, and chanting in his mouth. What.
Once within the confines of the prison, there are no so-called open roads, and all routes are circuitous and cut by iron grids. Benjamin directed Madison to turn, and the truck moved back and forth in the maze-like iron net for a long time before it stopped where the prison guard was standing.
The food soaked by the rain was not abandoned. The fat prison guard held his own burger, glanced at Madison and Leon, and nodded to Zach and Benjamin who got out of the car, "Is this your new guy?"
Zach smiled and nodded, "Madison, Leon, their mill will take over the affairs here from now on."
"What a pity." The fat prison guard twitched the corners of his mouth, his already bulging cheeks became more prominent, and he raised the burger in his hand, "I will never be able to escape from these junk foods."
Zach patted the other person's shoulder familiarly. "You can come out with me today, Alice will be happy to prepare something."
The prison guard shook his head, his face swaying with an expression of boredom and helplessness, "No, no chance." He stepped on the ground with his stubby legs. "This weather is crazy. The rain burst the pipes and flooded two areas. I will have to watch them repair it later."
Zach shrugged, "What a shame."
The honor of being the best warden in Barton City has not yet warmed up, and I hope it will not have any impact on Anthony.
Father Constantine glanced at Zach and reluctantly smiled as a greeting. Two prison guards had already walked out pushing a stretcher, and Zach and Benjamin looked at each other. He opened the back of the truck, directed the two newcomers to put on gloves, and approached the body that was dumped directly on the ground.
Zach glanced at the poor guy. There was still some blood stains on his face, the bones of his arms were still misaligned, the clothes on his body were also covered with blood stains, and there were more than a dozen small holes under these holes. It's a fatal injury. Like most prisoners who die in prison, he apparently died. Well, let’s fight.
A smell of sex permeated the cold environment, and Zach pressed his gloved fingers to his nose. Vampires really don't like the smell of dead people.
Benjamin also frowned, slapped Leon, who was smiling ghostly at Constantine, and Madison began to spread plastic on the ground.
The black plastic bag was opened, and Benjamin pushed Leon. Decided to give the most disgusting work to the biggest beneficiary. Without any hesitation, Leon directly took the corpse's arm, hugged the body as soft as a bone with both hands, and stuffed it into the plastic bag.
"Hmph!" The fat prison guard looked at Leon with interest, "Newcomer! Pretty good!"
Zach smiled. Looking at the body with its clothes rolled up under the pull, the bloody holes on the pale skin were extremely glaring, "What's wrong with this guy? It seems he has offended a lot of people."
"Hmph." The prison guard chuckled, "The guy who just came out of the 'black room' thought he had no more desires and desires, so he refused to close his mouth!"
Zach frowned, as summer entered, the people from the Black Room came out, which meant that Ravenci's companions were also transferred out (Volume 5, Chapter 20). For some reason, Zach looked at Father Constantine, and the priest also looked here, seemingly unintentionally. The priest nodded, as if to reassure Zach.
The vampire didn't know what expression to use in response to Constantine. In any case, he did restrain Seth from causing chaos in Barton City, which was in line with the vampire's philosophy. Zach could only nod slightly as a response.
The black plastic bag was sealed, and Madison watched Benjamin and Leon throw the body directly into the car, ignoring the coffin he had prepared, and silently said nothing. He watched Zach take out a few more documents, having already signed Grande's name, and handed them to the prison guard.
The prison guard held the half-full hamburger in his mouth and took the pen. Without even looking at it, he turned the pages very skillfully and signed his name at the end of several pieces of paper. When the document was handed over to Madison, the signature he saw was 'Warden Vincent'.
The new writing class assignment is realistic and requires you to write down your work experience. Madison thought that even if she wrote it, the evaluation it would receive would still be a 'fairy tale', no, it would be even worse.
The prison guard took the contract belonging to the prison and said goodbye to several people at the end, turned around and left.
"Are we done?" Madison couldn't maintain his calmness, his brows furrowed slightly, he had questions or something else.
"Yes." Zach nodded affirmatively. He would not confirm whether Madison had written down this process. That would confirm his reputation as a teacher. But this kind of thing can be thought of and done, but no one wants to say it.
Madison stopped talking, pursed her lips, and returned to the car. Although there was shelter from the eaves, the short walk still made everyone's hair wet.
Zach smiled helplessly and was about to leave.
"Mr. Grand."
This priest, no matter how many times he speaks, he will always use the formal title. Zach turned back with a smile and nodded slightly, "Father Constantine."
The priest seemed to have no intention of leaving. He pressed the door with one hand and looked at the two prison guards who were still guarding the door with the kindness and kindness of a clergyman in his eyes. "Can we have some space?"
The two prison guards tilted their heads and did not answer. Walking directly inside, the priest nodded to the two figures and made a blessing ceremony. Then he turned to Zach, lowered his head slightly, and the expression on his face changed to hesitation.
Zach waited a moment and decided to be the one to speak first.
The vampire smiled and looked at the other person's lowered eyes. "I want to thank the priest for reminding him last time." Constantine raised his head. Looking at Zach, Zach continued, "I have slowed down amidst the changes, changed the way I do things, and have had good results." The person Zach was thinking of was James, so this was not a lie. , Zach felt at ease and did not feel guilty about deceiving the priest.
Constantine had a smile on his face and nodded. "I'm glad to be able to help you." Then he stopped talking, still hesitating about his next words.
Zach thought for a moment and curled up his mouth, "If the priest wants to ask about Seth." A weak sigh came from Constantine's chest. Zach was not sure whether his mood at this time was ridicule or comfort, and then said, " I can’t say he’s in the right position now, but it’s good for him.”
Constantine seemed to give up the hesitation. He nodded helplessly with some embarrassment, "Okay. That's good."
Seth is not some ancient guy. According to him, he was still alive three years ago and came from St. John's High School in the west. Just as Laura was initially worried about Kyle's future, a large number of religious people grew up there. In addition, Seth once showed his concern for Constantine in front of Zach, and it is not difficult to associate the relationship between the two. As for the details, Zach didn't care.
"Father, is there anything else you can do?" Zach asked directly. Emotional wandering when talking to others is not in line with Zach's outlook on life, so he does not want this conversation that is unlikely to make any progress to continue.
Constantine looked at Zach with even more helplessness. But in the end he could only shake his head and said, "No more. Thank you Mr. Grande for informing Seth."
Zach smiled and nodded without any extra courtesy, then turned and walked towards the van.
The cool rain can usually provide a clue to the direction of people's emotions. Unfortunately, this was ineffective against vampires. Wet hair stuck to Zach's forehead, and his senses were dulled by the cold and wet environment. Zack, the vampire, never liked this kind of environment.
The car was much warmer, but Zach still couldn't feel happy, whether it was Madison still detouring through the endless maze of iron mesh, the rotting stench of corpses in the air, or the cold voice, "I'm surprised, Constantine." You have been with Grande for so long, but you have no clue. Now you let him disturb your mood. "
"Are you a little too eager, Crowley?" Zach was too lazy to answer. He turned around, curled his lips, and looked at the woman kneeling astride the body whose plastic bag had been opened. On the side, lying on the coffin prepared by Madison, was a smiling Leon. This demon couldn't wait to summon his master and collect the first soul.
Crowley pressed her palms against the corpse's hollow chest, red light shone through, and dots of light and shadow gathered in the crowded rear compartment.
"Can you hurry up?" Benjamin sniffed impatiently, "It stinks." If it hadn't been raining, Alpha would have opened the window. The first morning after the full moon had not yet passed, and Benjamin's sense of smell had not yet subsided enough to tolerate the stench of corpses.
Crowley tilted her head and waved her hand, her long golden hair swaying in front of her, "Okay. Leon, he is yours." A thick black mist like ink replaced Crowley's body and penetrated directly. He got out of the back seat and gathered again in the passenger seat to form Crowley's image.
Her slender legs were crossed in front of her, and her body looking back sideways didn't care that her knees had seriously affected Madison's control of the gear.
"I heard what you said to Constantine." Crowley clasped her hands on her chest, the astonishing bulge almost touching Madison's shoulders, "It's a pity that Seth now appears in a very special situation. Wrong place." Crowley looked at Zach and smiled with a hint of malice.
"He is locked up. This time it seems a little different from the norm." Crowley is probably most familiar with the southeastern part of the North District in Barton, so she is qualified to say this. Crowley pursed her lips, deliberately creating suspense, "Worst case scenario? He will be sent here." The hands clasped in front of her chest pushed her long hair that was scattered due to the shaking of the truck behind her ears.
Zach looked at the iron mesh outside the window. The water marks left on the car window made the already twisted iron mesh even more distorted. Coupled with the gray and cold building behind, Zach's mood became even worse. (..)