Silent Crown Chapter 431: Get up number
In the silent evening, the twilight faded away.
In the cage of the Tower of Judgment, beautiful singing echoes.
"Oh~ hit a horse, hit a horse, hit a horse~ horse~"
Someone lay on the bed and sang indulgently against the bare wall: "Two-one horse, three-one horse, four-one horse...Eleven horses, none are better than one horse~"
The whole prison was immersed in this joyful song. The prisoners seemed to have realized the beauty and hope of the world, and confessed their crimes. They could not help but leave two lines of tears, grab the ground with their heads, and groan unwillingly.
"Charles, I must kill you tomorrow!"
"Shut up! Stop singing!"
"The guard! Where is the guard? I recruited! I recruited! Don't let him sing anymore!"
"..."
Until the end, Constantine couldn't listen anymore, coughing awkwardly twice, interrupting his singing. If he doesn't stand up again, this **** will be beaten to death tomorrow.
"You seem to be very happy, Charles...cough cough, um, is there anything good?"
"Today is Sunday, Mr. Constantine, have you forgotten?"
Charles excitedly said, "Let’s have barbecue tonight!!"
"Huh?"
Constantine is still confused: "This is it?"
Charle was taken aback, "Is it okay to have barbecue?"
"..."
Constantine shook his head helplessly, "Don't sing anymore. I can't digest well in these two days. I will trouble you to solve my share."
"Really? This is really embarrassing!"
Charles were overjoyed: "Your old man is getting old, so you need to pay more attention to your body. Why don't I go to the guard and ask for a fried chicken leg to help your old man?"
"..."
Constantine couldn't help rolling his eyes, but in the end, he shook his head and said nothing.
Looking at him, Charles couldn't help sighing: "Mr. Constantine, I know you are a big man and I don't like this barbecue, but now we are locked in the Tower of Judgment.
For the second half of my life, I will either live here with food and shelter, or I will have no life after being dragged to the hanging ground...
Life is so hard, so don’t treat yourself so badly. Barbecue is so great, why don’t you like it? "
Constantine shook his head: "Charles, you will be satisfied with a meal. It's because you don't have the sun in your heart."
"The sun?"
Charle smiled, "The sun has already gone down."
"It's still there, but you can't see it."
Constantine looked up and stared at the bars behind Shire, the dark night sky outside the bars:
"As long as you stand high enough, even in the long night, with your eyes closed, you can hear the deafening sound.
That is the loud noise of the sun reverberating in the vacuum, decay in the atmosphere. It set off the tide of ether, shed endless light and heat, and promote the operation of this world...
It's there, waiting for you to find it.
When you have the real sun in your heart, you won't be pained by the dust, and happy by the bubbles in front of you.
——You will see further. "
Silent, long silence.
Charles stared at him blankly. After a long time, he seemed to find that he needed a little response before he nodded like a dream, "Oh."
Constantine was silent for a long time, couldn't help but laughed at himself and waved his hand.
"I said something incomprehensible, don't take it to heart. It's dinner time, let's go to the barbecue. Tell you so much, I want to eat more."
"Good eh, eh!"
At the sound of supper bells, Charles got up and waited eagerly for the cell door to open.
After a long time, no one came over.
There was silence.
The sound of raindrops answering.
On the ceiling in disrepair, the viscous liquid dripped down. Charles felt the wetness on his neck, raised his head in astonishment, stretched out his hand, and a drop of blood-red liquid fell in his hand.
There was a piercing scream.
"Here again..."
Charle whispered softly, but felt black in front of him, as if he had taken out all his strength, holding on to the railing, almost falling to the ground, bending over, nauseous.
"******... Here comes again..."
He whispered softly, listening to the sound of the **** rain falling on him bit by bit. When he turned his head, the whole room was stained blood red.
The corpses nestled in the blood red, looking at him, grinning.
Some people hung on the beam, kicking their legs happily, and some people lay on the bed with a crack in their wrist, and blood flowed out from inside, like a gurgling stream.
I don't know when the prison door has been opened. At the door, the rotten bone looked down at him, as if it were Constantine.
"Charles, have dinner."
He stretched out his hand, trying to pull him up. But that hand weathered in the air and turned into ashes. The bones collapsed on the ground, torn apart, and nothing remained.
In the corridor, there are messy corpses everywhere. They seemed to be dying in a drastic change, and those souls seemed to be still frozen in the air, so there were tragic screams that continued to echo, one after another.
The chaotic scene keeps appearing and disappearing.
Sometimes the guards patrolled with strict guards, sometimes countless angry prisoners rioted, and other times, the prisoners were strangled to death in their cages with hideous faces.
More often, this place is empty, quietly like the kingdom of the dead.
There are faintly erratic shadows walking through the corridors, men and women, old and young. They were unaware of each other, but were harmoniously included in this tranceful illusion.
"Fake... are all false..."
Those remaining shadows in the past seem to have sensed his embarrassment, and a mocking voice sounded.
Charle hugged his head, trying to cover his ears. But when he raised his head, he saw a pair of pupils in the chaotic and cruel scene.
As if being covered at the bottom of those cruel scenes, buried in the deepest part of memory, in those forgotten corners, someone was staring at him quietly.
Her face is distant and fuzzy, but her long red hair seems to be in front of her eyes.
The color is like embers after burning.
It was as beautiful as being cursed.
"Mom..."
Charle was stunned, and stared at the figure blankly: "Why do you... are... here?"
The figure stared at him, and after a long time, turned and left.
"Don't go!"
Charle staggered up, chased after him, and ran between the layers of corpses, trying to stop her: "Don't go..."
In a trance, it seemed that for a moment, he touched the tip of her hair.
But the next moment, the figure disappeared.
Everything collapsed and disappeared, falling into the abyss.
Darkness swallowed everything.
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I don't know how long it took.
Charle screamed and straightened up, staring at the blazing sun on his face in astonishment.
The noon sun was dazzling, shone into the cage and spilled on the face, dispelling the hallucinations.
It's like nothing happened.
Charles stared around blankly, in a daze, nothing changed, as if he didn't know when he fell asleep.
"Are you awake?"
The roommate noticed his scream and looked over: "You really fell asleep when you were asleep, and you couldn't wake up no matter what you called. If it weren't for the doctor to say you were sleeping, I would have thought you had died suddenly."
Charle smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to reply.
In silence, he lowered his head and looked at his clenched right hand. Between the five fingers spread out, there is a vaguely long hair.
The long hair is dark red, like embers of flames.
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Soon, he was awakened by the roar.
The big earthquake trembled, the clouds in the sky shattered, and the invisible wind swept from far away and whizzed past.
Charl turned his head in shock and looked out of the iron window~IndoMTL.com~ Amid the loud noise, a crimson beam of light rushed into the sky, dyeing most of the sky blood red, like countless blood rolling and boiling.
"No way? Come again?"
He whispered softly, but soon, he reacted, it was not an illusion, he saw the same panic of others, and the alarm sounded in the prison.
"What exactly is that?"
He stared at the crimson beam of light in confusion.
On the other side, Constantine raised his head and glanced, then his expression changed to mockery:
"Probably... it's the wake-up number from the new lane of the Holy City."
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