The warden's orders were to be carried out immediately.

After he finalized the punishment, prison guards immediately stepped forward and prepared to take them back to the designated cells. At the same time, some people were ordered to dismantle the sanitation systems of D21 and those cells.

Until now, a large number of prisoners have not yet recovered and are still immersed in the shock of what has just happened.

They had thought of almost every possible punishment, but they had never thought that this could be done...

Is the warden really in good shape?

How did such a vicious idea come up?

But no matter how puzzled they were, the order just now had already taken effect, and the meaning contained in it made all the male prisoners feel as if they had experienced it themselves.

People have three urgent needs. For these guys who care more about status and respectability, removing the toilet is already cruel enough, and making more than a dozen prisoners squeeze into a single cell of a few square meters...

The prisoners who were deprived of the right to use the toilet could not help but stand up: "You——"

The next moment, he felt the warden's emotionless gaze falling on him.

When the warden looked at Aaron, the red-haired man didn't show anything wrong, so he didn't think there was anything wrong. But when it was his turn, he realized what a terrible feeling it was.

Clearly, the black-haired young man was still smiling and talking innocently to the butler beside him, but when their eyes met, one could clearly see the rationality and calmness in his expression, which had not changed in the slightest.

His eyes were completely disconnected from the expression on his face, and the extreme weirdness brought about by that moment was so terrifying that it made one's scalp tingle.

As for Aaron, Bai Loli, and even the bird owner, their abnormalities are all clearly displayed to the outside world, which makes people disgusted and fear them, but they also know that they cannot get involved with mad dogs easily, so they avoid them early.

But the feeling the young warden gave him was like the Dead Sea and the ice land in the north, weird, desolate and peaceful, with a deadly danger hidden at the bottom. His blue eyes were like the vast starry sky and the silent deep sea. The moment his eyes fell on him, he even felt dizzy, and an instinctive extreme fear made him feel physically nauseous.

He heard the warden's calm voice:

"2561, do you have any comments to make?"

“…No, no.” The man who had just been furious had beads of sweat on his forehead. He lowered his head and his eyes were unfocused. He seemed to be in great fear. There was no trace of the arrogance of a man who killed hundreds of people overnight because he was unhappy. “I am very satisfied with the arrangement made by the warden. Very satisfied.”

Then the young man withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

After this incident, no one in the public restaurant said a word that was not necessary during the entire meal.

It is true that each prisoner has his own arrogance and madness. Eastwood is a gathering place for antisocial people, murderers and lunatics, but this does not mean that they are completely indestructible.

After all, we are just human beings.

As long as they are human, they will always have weaknesses that he can find and hit with one strike.

Mr. Warden ate at a fast pace, but calmly and elegantly, showing excellent upbringing and etiquette, and he even seemed to have a good appetite.

The faces of some prisoners became even stiffer.

They finally made it to the end of meal time and the warden leisurely left. Only then did they dare to breathe deeply and talk to familiar prisoners in doubt.

"Why haven't I heard of Eastwood having a warden before?"

"He looks so young, but he is so cruel?"

"From Bai Loli to Yalong... Can't you see that in the future, no matter who you mess with, don't target the warden..."

The blonde woman had no interest in listening to the men's discussion. After finishing her food, she stood up and prepared to return to her comfortable cell - the cell environment was not bad as it was equipped with a sanitation system and an air circulation system - but was stopped by the young man with the black and white yin-yang hair.

"2198."

The bird breeder spoke slowly but in a very pleasant voice: "It's not like you to stop the plan midway."

Vera Jonka raised her eyes, her expression remained cold and aggressive, "If you say one more word, I don't mind making sure you can no longer raise a nightingale."

The temperament of the young man with yin-yang hair suddenly became gloomy.

The force value of 2198 is at the ceiling level in Eastwood.

He really couldn't confront her head-on, as that would only result in death.

This woman never cared about how many people she killed, just like he didn't care what his nightingale thought.

"Ah... this won't do." He stared at the blonde's back as she left, biting his thumbnail unconsciously, curled up in his chair, his beautiful grey eyes staring blankly into the distance, "There's no nightingale singing, not even the sparrows screaming... this won't do."

The world can't be so quiet - it can't.

It's the same even in Eastwood Prison.

…

…

Vera Junca returned to her cell and saw from the corner of her eye that the painting that almost covered the floor of the cell next to her had been given more details.

The food from the morning was still on the ground, untouched.

It was obvious that her cellmate next door hadn't had a drop of water today.

The thin girl, who had been facing the corridor with her back to the corridor, seemed to have heard footsteps and finally turned around.

She has long, smooth black hair, a serious expression, and a pair of big eyes with clear black and white. When she looks at people, one can't feel that she has any malice at all.

"Sister Vera."

She greeted the blonde woman in a low voice, like an innocent girl obsessed with art who should not have anything to do with such a cruel and brutal prison.

Tong En, number 2265, was taken to Eastwood for serial murder.

If it was just an ordinary serial killer, the person could be detained in the federal prison or the picket tower prison, but wherever Tong En went, there would be people who became her knives or painting tools.

It took a lot of effort for Picket Tower to figure out what her gift was.

"Kiss of the Muse", an S-level white talent. Tong En, who possesses this talent, is surrounded by endless inspiration all the time, and the way she vents her inspiration is to paint.

This talent allows her to paint without distraction whenever she wants.

The painting tools are the soul of another person.

Tong En’s favorite thing to paint is portraits.

The person she drew would die suddenly at midnight the next day and disappear without a trace until someone discovered him. The person in the painting's eyes revealed extreme fear.

As long as no one can limit her talent, she can keep painting like this. Even if her hands and feet are broken, the strange human-shaped patterns will still appear beside her, and her hands and feet will recover the next day.

Just when the Federation decided to execute her, people from Eastwood Prison for the Insane came and escorted her back to the only place in the world that could imprison talents.

"Good afternoon, 2265."

Vera Junca casually responded with a hello.

She was not interested in Tong'en's affairs.

Unlike the evil she did as the head of a criminal group, Tong'en has a congenital defect in her brain. Her memory fades very quickly and she can only remember the people around her, which gives her a strange sense of childlike innocence.

She knew that she had killed countless people, and she didn't care when people told her about the disaster she had caused. She just wanted to paint and keep painting.

She was even well-behaved and polite, and even her eyes were rare and clean, looking like a pure and innocent little deer.

But when she wants to paint, she will treat other people as tools, materials or paints, and start painting with a smile on her face, and say "thank you for your hard work".

For her art, she can give everything and destroy everything.

An unconscious human disaster.

But now that his talent cannot be used, the paintings that Tong'en drew in the cell are all made from his own blood.

Just as Vila Junca was about to look away, she heard footsteps coming from behind her.

The footsteps sounded familiar. She had heard them not long ago on the first floor of the public restaurant.

So the blonde woman raised her eyebrows slightly, stopped and turned around.

She saw the black-haired young warden walk slowly to Tong En's cell, glance at her blood painting, and said calmly:

"2265, I have a painting commission, would you like to take it?"

"Painting commission?" Tong En blinked, understanding the meaning of this handsome young man whom he had never seen before: "Do you want to paint you?"

"Of course not, it's such a waste, 2265." said the black-haired young man.

For some reason, Vila Junka suddenly had a bad feeling when watching this scene.

Sure enough, the next day, this premonition came true.

No one knew what the warden instructed Tong En to do, but everyone saw that the next day, the humanoid disaster who almost never left the cell door, quietly held his painting tools, moved a small stool, and sat in front of the D21 single cell.

Then, facing the solitary cell that was packed like sardines in a can, he happily picked up the paints and brushes that were distributed to him.

"What are you doing?"

The red-haired man, whose body was stained with blood, leaving a vacuum space of several centimeters around him, asked with a grin, but his eyes were full of gloom, without the indifference and calmness of the past.

Tong En stared at them with his distinct black and white eyes, and replied softly and softly, "I'm drawing you."

As she spoke, she tilted her head and said to herself, "The picture has to be harmonious. It has to be harmonious... You can't be out of tune."

The next moment, a pure and innocent smile of joy appeared on her face:

"It's decided. I'll draw you and their sports together! You have to join in to fit in."

Aaron: “…”

Tong En: "The warden said that my paintings are very good and he has high expectations for my paintings. I will put them in the upcoming annual Eastwood Annual Report."

"The warden said that by then, everyone in this prison will be able to see my paintings."