Seth looked at the blue and white in front of him with distracted eyes, and slowly moved forward with the plastic plate in his hand held in front of him. His companion behind him poked his head to see what kind of lunch it would be.
The prison cafeteria was unexpectedly noisy, because in addition to being a place where lunch was served, it also seemed to be a place for sleeping.
A gray-green mattress was placed between the dining tables, and a man covered in tattoos yelled, "Get your dirty feet off my bed!"
"roll!"
"Say that again!"
Before violence could occur, the sound of a black baton hitting the dining table sounded, "Prisoner! Get down!"
It was a good thing that the floor was covered with mattresses. The cheek against the cold ground was no longer the cold ground, but the sour and damp gray-green fabric.
"Hey!" The companion next to Seth clasped his hands on the back of his head and whispered to Seth, "Seth! Don't worry, the 'General' will get us out!"
Seth rubbed his face against someone's bed and nodded. He showed a grateful smile to his companion, then turned his head and continued to stare at the black leather boots in front of him. 'How did I end up here? 'This question has been in his mind and cannot be dispelled.
The sound of rustling sounded again. Someone frowned and looked at the lunch he had spilled during his movements. He fell back and didn't know whose bed he slept in. He looked at the ceiling emptying. I wonder if this will cause new disputes...
Seth stared at the mush and two slices of bread on his plate and shook his head. Fortunately, he didn't really need food, if that could even be considered food.
"Go away! There is someone here!"
Seth and his companions continued to look for a place to sit, not because they were easy to bully, but because they were not needed. They were convinced that the 'General' would get them out. Then there's no need to socialize with these real prisoners, is there
There are three of them in total. To deal with Wells, a guy who has little ability to resist, the standard configuration of two is enough. But Seth is new, so no matter what he does, 'The General' will let him follow. Tough luck for him.
The canteen was reaching the end, and the three people walked towards the empty seats. "I don't want to sit there." Someone passed by and reminded them in a low voice.
No matter where you are, there is always someone willing to talk to 'new blood'. Even if they don't want to admit it, they are all people trapped here. There are always people who are willing to uphold the principle of human nature and take the first step in the relationship between people.
The three people looked at this middle-aged guy. He was as skinny and sallow as most people here. "Why?" "They are from the Black Room." The middle-aged man lowered his voice, "Are you from the General? Sit here."
Seth didn't think there was any difference. There was only an aisle between where they were sitting and the guys in the 'Black Room', but his companions had already sat down and could only follow the others.
The table where the middle-aged people were sitting was crowded with each other, and several people looked at the three newcomers with smiles, "So the 'General' is also being targeted!" Their tone was very relaxed, as if they were chatting casually. "What did you do?"
"Just punched someone." Seth's companion frowned and stared at the contents of the dinner plate. Don't know how to start.
"Unlucky guys." The middle-aged man curled his lips, "I heard that 'generals' are always very careful. You are quite unlucky."
"Who are you?" Seth's companion was a little unhappy and stared at the middle-aged guy.
"Me? No one, just a guy who isn't careful enough." The middle-aged man seemed to be interested and approached the three of them. "I've always admired 'General', so, hey, are you ready to experience life, or do you have a job here?"
This question is too difficult. The three of them didn't know how to answer.
The middle-aged man shrugged at his cellmate and stopped asking.
A few people sat down across the dining table. The middle-aged man became interested again and whispered, "Hey, have you seen those people? You may know them. They are your 'general''s competitors! They are just here to work." Yes! Yesterday..."
"Shut up!" The person across the dining table glanced at this side.
The middle-aged man pursed his lips and said no more.
Seth frowned and looked at his companion. Both of them frowned and exchanged unknown looks with the people at the opposite table. Seth slowly closed his eyes, still asking the same question, 'How did I end up here? '
But Seth was able to relax again, and someone's eyes forced him to pay attention.
At the end of the cafeteria, it is said to be a "black room". Seth didn't know what a "black room" was, but it seemed to be a place where people who should not be messed with lived. Anyway, someone at that table was looking at him with a frown, chewing some dry bread in his hand. I don't know if the bread is too hard or if the other person is thinking about something, but there is an expression of excessive exertion on his face.
Seth frowned, and the other party stood up and walked over.
"You, come with me." The hunter who would be watched to death in the fall stared at Seth and spoke.
The table fell silent, and everyone looked at Seth curiously. This silent guy actually knew a death row prisoner
"Who are you?" Seth's companion turned sideways, with a threatening expression on his face. It is everyone's responsibility to take care of the newbie.
"It's okay." Seth frowned and pressed down on his companion. Being protected by two humans, he didn't know whether to be happy or helpless. "What do you want? I don't know you."
"But I know you." Ravenci's only living friend stared at Seth, "From west to east! I've heard a lot about you." There was a trace of ridicule on his face, "Now you seem to have found the best The right place for you, Dark Eyes.”
The black pupils expanded and retracted in an instant. Of course, no one would notice. Seth stood up, tilted his head, "Lead the way."
"Name." There is no so-called private space in the prison. The two left the canteen and walked into the toilet under the slanted eyes of the prison guard. The only place where you can talk without being disturbed.
Seth didn't move. He watched the guy, whose muscles had lost elasticity but was still strong, push open all the compartment doors and make sure no one asked.
"Robert." The hunter sniffed. This was really not a place he liked. The air was filled with a strong stench, and there were filled wooden barrels without lids piled in the corner. The sewer pipe burst, do you think those toilets are still working? Thank God there wasn't an 'explosion'.
"Robert. You are a hunter." Seth frowned and looked at the human in front of him. He was not sure why this guy called him.
"Yes." Robert covered his nose, "Soon I will be a dead hunter. I will be executed at the beginning of autumn." He said that at this time he was indeed unusually calm.
"Sorry." Seth didn't know what to say.
"No need." Robert waved his hand. Then his arms returned to his nose, "I just came to ask you for something."
Seth said nothing, he was completely confused now.
"I guess Barton City is also occupied by demons." Robert looked at Seth with another sarcasm on his face, "You have finally grown a little bit, you no longer run around, you know how to stay in one place and wait for prey."
Hunters and witchers, no. A hunter and an already demon hunter, it would be naive to think that these two could get along peacefully. In fact, it's rare that the two of them don't have sex now.
Seth remained silent, wondering what this guy was going to say.
"So I'm begging you now." Robert stared into Seth's eyes, his expression serious, "If, after I die, I go to hell. When I come up again, you won't stop me!"
The darkness in Seth's eyes spread.
Let's get things straightened out.
Although Robert used 'if'. But think about it, this hunter who knows about the existence of alien races, who wants to return to this world again, and knows that the gate to hell is open, what will he choose
"You want to become a demon." Seth stared at the hunter in front of him, "Why?"
"Why?" The corners of Robert's mouth curved up below the nose, and together with his narrowed eyes, it was a smile divided into two parts!
"You want to know why?" Robert smiled and walked towards Seth. The 'black eye' in his mouth, "How long have you been in Barton City? I think you are familiar with the name 'Grand'." There was a strange light in Robert's eyes, "Vampire, werewolf, mourning woman Yao... living together, what a warm family!"
The corners of Seth's eyes twitched slightly, something happened. It's obvious, "You want revenge."
"Yes!" Robert's eyes turned cold, "I want revenge! They massacred my brothers! I want to pay them back! Do you find it incredible? I am a hunter! We are driven by hatred!"
"You are selling your soul." Seth's eyes also turned cold. Perhaps the only advantage for hunters is their absolute hatred of inhuman aliens, which prevents them from degenerating into them. This is a witcher, well, you can think of it as Seth's jealous quality.
"It doesn't matter!" Robert stared at Seth, "Do you know what a 'dark room' is?" The coldness in his eyes became heavier. "It's dark, small, and has no exit! It's a very good place!" Robert Pointing a finger at his head, "It allows you to think quietly! Do you know what I came up with?!"
Seth made no move.
"I thought about it! Hunters are such a vulnerable group of guys!" Robert himself answered, "We are humans! We are too weak! Even with those weapons and equipment! Guess what?! I'm here! It’s not because I can’t kill vampires! It’s because of the law! Me! I was thrown here to die by my own compatriots!”
The darkness in Seth's eyes seemed to be breathing, and the slightly squeezed eyelids made the corners of his eyes droop, which was a sad expression.
"Then why not?! Wouldn't it be better if we were as powerful as those monsters and could take revenge freely!" Robert looked at Seth and smiled, and raised the hand on his side, a sharpened toothbrush. The handle was pressed between Seth's throat, "What are you going to do! Accept my request, and we may be able to cooperate. It's better to avoid future trouble now and let me send you back to hell!"
"xx, xx, Seth, reception room, now!" The voice of the radio came into this extremely smelly toilet.
Two prison guards entered the toilet and dragged away the demon hunter whose eyes returned to normal. (..)