Eastwood Prison for the Insane is located behind the mountains and in front of the Dead Sea. It occupies the most rugged terrain between the mountains and the sea, and its altitude is also extremely high.
There is rarely any warm weather here. But if you look up from the bottom, ignoring the seemingly imperceptible but actually extremely solid energy shield, you can see the incomparably blue sky.
However, many prisoners here have wasted a long time and have no interest in this so-called sky.
Some of them have even become numb. There are almost no loopholes in the Eastwood Prison for the Insane. It is extremely difficult to escape. The prisoners in the prison are stronger than each other. For these people, this place is as boring as hell.
but--
"Is 2271 out of the cell?"
The news spread quickly after someone saw the man's flamboyant red hair.
Including today's lunch in the public restaurant - breakfast and dinner in prison are delivered to the cells, and prisoners are not given the opportunity to leave the cell - it has become particularly distressing for the low-level prisoners in Eastwood.
The highest principle enforced by Eastwood Prison for the Insane is to prevent prisoners from escaping. Other than that, they have nothing to do with whether the prisoners are dead or alive, and they don't care at all.
But they generally do not take the initiative to execute prisoners, because for them, it is obviously more cost-effective to let the prisoners work for the operation of the prison.
Therefore, they sometimes even protect prisoners in prison, both to prevent certain people from taking advantage of the chaos to do something and to add more labor.
"What a Yalong! He really dares to come out so ostentatiously. He killed one of our people last time!"
The blonde woman didn't react to what he said, but twisted her fingers, obviously missing her cigarette. But it didn't matter, she casually threw the hair hanging in front of her chest behind her, stood up straight and walked out, she was much taller than the man beside her.
Her strong frame, smooth muscles, and the strong murderous aura that emanates even without any deliberate effort show how difficult she is to deal with.
In Eastwood Prison for the Insane, when talent no longer explains everything, one's own ability becomes particularly important.
When she first entered Eastwood, the large prison uniform covered everything, and her fluffy curly hair vaguely concealed her scars. Her blonde hair and perfect figure made the thugs mistakenly think she was a woman who was not to be messed with.
Or in their stereotype, the women who can enter here are just relying on their strong talents. Once they lose the help of their talents, they will be at the mercy of others.
Those idiots were so excited that they started drooling at the blonde woman's good figure that couldn't even be hidden by the loose prison uniform. They didn't even wait until the next day when they could move around. When the prison guard led the blonde woman past, they started making frivolous jokes and even reached out their hands to her.
——The result is obvious.
Before the prison guard opened his mouth to scold the man as soon as he stretched out his hand, a strong smell of blood spread, irritating the nose of everyone present in an instant.
The woman's expression did not change at all, but she grabbed the man's hand like lightning, and then pulled him out from behind the door through the gap that no one could pass through.
The whole process was so sudden that no one had time to react, just like a dormant venomous snake that suddenly jumped up and pounced on its prey.
The flesh and blood blurred instantly.
The flesh was squeezed into a ball.
The woman threw the piece of meat on the ground without any reaction to the blood on her body. She looked down at the meat paste which still had a few seconds of consciousness left and said coldly:
"It's polite to kneel down when talking, understand?"
…
After this move, the blonde woman was symbolically locked up in a detention cell for two days.
Since she had a white talent and no natural restraint, her attacks could be judged as "counterattacks", and the prison cell had no added ingredients, so for someone like her, life was obviously very easy.
Even on the day he was released from the cell, he still looked as calm and ferocious as a dormant lion.
Now, after several years, she is still the same, and even her talent has adapted to such confinement and pressure, and she can find some fun for herself, such as smoking a cigarette.
She said, "That's not my man, Sok."
Sok, number 2214, was once a member of her talented criminal team. His talent was "making friends with everyone he met". He loved forming cliques, playing with people's hearts, instigating fights, and instigating murders. Although he was extremely loyal to her, he was also very keen on developing power for his boss in prison.
Vera Junka——2198 just didn't bother to pay attention to him, but that didn't mean she wanted anyone. This Sok was able to sneak into her team just because she happened to need this talent.
"But Sister Vera..."
Before the man could finish his words, he was pinned to the spot by Vera's cold gaze.
The pair of emerald green eyes, one light and one dark in color due to a knife wound in one of them, looked as fierce and terrifying as a wolf in the jungle.
"Get away from me."
After saying this, she didn't look back at Soke, but continued to stride forward. Soon she arrived at the public dining room and sat at the table in the middle.
She crossed her legs, leaned back in the chair, licked her fingers, and made a "tsk" sound, feeling a little regretful that she didn't have a cigarette today.
If Vera wanted something, there were countless people in this prison trying to curry favor with her and give it to her. But the problem was that the Eastwood Lunatic Prison didn't produce any smoke.
A woman with wavy blonde hair was already sitting there, and the gazes of most of the others who were looking at the table in the middle suddenly became more restrained.
The second person to sit down at the table was a young man with a black and white yin-yang hair style.
He seemed to be in a bad mood, with an extremely sad and melancholy look all over him. There was a hint of dark circles under his beautiful, narrow eyes, and his skin was so white that it looked gray, making people wonder whether the energy shield of this prison even blocked out the sunlight.
Compared to the blonde woman's healthy complexion, this corpse-like paleness was even more serious.
The gloomy young man seemed a little anxious. He touched the tableware uneasily, making a clinking sound, and at the same time he wondered to himself: "Where is my nightingale? Where is my beloved nightingale? Without the nightingale, my heart will die."
"Your nightingale has died before your heart!"
A clear girl's voice came over, and a girl who had somehow cut the prison uniform into a fitted dress came skipping to the middle table, her twin ponytails swinging with her movements.
She pulled out a chair opposite the blonde woman and sat down, not forgetting to continue talking to the young man: "This is your first nightingale. You are always good at killing your pets. How many times have you been locked up in the detention room for this, 2133."
"2134? You killed my Nightingale?" The young man with black and white hair suddenly raised his head, and an extremely dangerous cold light was reflected in his deep purple irises. The chains were almost instantly wrapped around his arms.
However, due to the prison's suppression of talent, he was unable to allow the chains to penetrate the white-haired girl's arms and hang her in the birdcage.
"Hey, don't put this crime on me!" The girl said dissatisfiedly: "You know me, I always make them as tall as me!"
"Shut up!"
The blonde said impatiently.
Seeing these people gathered together, the lowest-level prisoners in Eastwood dared not say a word.
——The young man with a black and white yin-yang hair, numbered 2133, has the talent of "caged bird" and is known as the bird keeper. He likes to make people with pleasant voices - regardless of whether they are men or women - into his pet nightingales, and then let them sing day and night.
Once their vocal cords were torn and their voices destroyed, he would kill them and move on to the next target.
Logically speaking, once his talent was suppressed and he was sent to the Eastwood Prison for the Insane, he should have been tortured. But God was so unfair that in addition to his talent, he also gave him enough acting skills and intelligence.
He is also very good at diverting conflicts and guiding emotions with just a few words.
The white-haired loli with twin ponytails coming from the other side is a person with a special talent that allows her to keep her youthful appearance forever. Her talent is "blood nourishment", and she is truly a person who can strengthen herself by killing others.
Moreover, it was his actual physical body that was strengthened; even after entering this strange prison, he was not weakened.
Her recovery ability is also extremely amazing. Almost every sharp bone in her body has been pulled out by her and used as a weapon.
Her favorite thing to do was to chop people taller than her into two pieces, or secretly take out a big axe and chop off their legs when they weren't paying attention.
"Didn't they say that Yalong would come out today?" The white-haired loli looked around curiously: "Where is he?"
The blonde raised an eyebrow at her.
The white-haired girl's cheeks were flushed, and she held her heart like a girl in love, her blood-red eyes sparkling, and she said expectantly:
"His hair is so red, the color of blood, it must look better, right?"
The bird keeper seemed to have accepted the reality that the nightingale had left him. He looked a little more melancholy, but no longer anxious. He even looked a bit gentlemanly and said slowly, "I'll bet for one minute."
Sure enough, within a minute, Aaron appeared.
The red-haired man had a nervous smile on his face, as if he couldn't suppress the corners of his lips. His hair was combed back, and he didn't even bother to remove the shackles on his feet, so he just walked over with them on.
Wherever he passed by, the prisoners close to him were more or less affected by his talent and became manic for a moment.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," he picked a chair and sat down, smiling, "I hope I didn't disturb your pleasant conversation."
The bird breeder tilted his head and stepped back. A young man's clear voice rang out: "Did you take the flowers out of the greenhouse, crush them and smear them on your hair?"
"That's right." Aaron immediately looked at the bird breeder who was the first to discover what he had done this morning, smiled and spread his hands, and said in a long voice: "The flowers in the greenhouse are not easy to get. I promised to work for three more hours."
Bird keeper: "It smells bad. Ugh."
Villajunca: "..."
She wanted to smoke again. She felt that sitting at the same table with these people would affect her normal thinking.
The people in the restaurant had not yet sat down, not to mention that there were still people in the detention room, so the environment was a little noisy. But in this noise, Vera accurately caught the extremely orderly steps, the sound of fast and powerful footsteps.
——The second floor, which had been idle in the past and had a direct view of the public restaurant on the first floor, had someone come today.