Chapter 7: Broken mood

The rain makes the gray-grey facility even more gloomy. Even if it is still in the car, there is an illusion that rain can be heard hitting the hard walls and the wire fence. Bayi Middle School ■ 文 ★ ● ■ Net. ww.81zw.cc?
Lyon's face gradually disappeared, and he narrowed his eyes as he stared at the buildings that were getting closer. "At least these people know that sin needs to be punished." He seemed to speak to himself, and the corner of his mouth said softly.
The on-duty guard leaned out of the small square room, crossed Madison in the driver's seat, waved his hand at Zak, who pointed his head toward the back seat, and pointed in a direction. Zac responded with a smile, patting Madison's shoulder in front. The blocking bar was raised, and the truck drove to 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 splash of rain wet the food in his hands, and he yelled irritably.
Zach leaned out of the back seat and looked over the iron nets on both sides of the truck. He had seen the door opened beside the prison guard. Father Constantine stood aside, lowering his head, holding the scripture in his hands, and reading in his mouth what.
Once inside the prison, there is no so-called clear road, and all routes are tortuous and cut by the iron net. Benjamin instructed Madison to turn, and the truck moved back and forth in the iron net like a maze for a long time before stopping at the place where the prison guard stood.
The food wetted by the rain was not abandoned. The fat prison guard held his burger, his eyes swept over Madison and Lyon, and nodded towards Zach and Benjamin who got off the car.
Zac nodded with a smile, "Madison, Lyon, and their mill will take over the business in the future."
"It's a pity." The obese prison guard twitched his mouth, his cheeks protruding more prominently, and raised the burger in his hand. "I can never escape these junk foods."
Zac patted the other person's shoulder familiarly, "Today you can go out with me, and Alice will be happy to prepare something."
The prison guard shook his head, the horizontal flesh on his face was shaking, a look of frustration and helplessness. "No, there is no chance." His short thick legs stepped on the ground. "This ghost weather, the rain blew the pipe.? Bayi? Chinese ◆? Net. Www.81zw.com? Flooded the two districts, I'll watch them repair later. "
Zac shrugged. "It's a shame."
The honor of the best warden in Barton City has not been warmed yet, and I hope it will not have any impact on Anthony.
Father Constantine glanced at Zac and barely smiled. Be considered a hello. The two prison guards had already pushed out a stretcher, Zac and Benjamin glanced at each other, opened the back of the truck, and pointed the two newcomers to put on gloves and approached the corpse that was directly thrown underground.
Zac glanced at the poor guy. The blood on his face remained, the bones of his arms remained misplaced, the clothes on his body were covered with blood, and dozens of small holes were under these holes. It was fatal. Like most inmates who died in prison, he apparently died, well, fight.
A scent of diffused in this cold environment, and Zac ’s gloved fingers pressed against his nose. Vampires really don't like the smell of dead people.
Benjamin frowned as well, slapped at Lyon facing Constantine's "ghost laugh", and Maddison began to spread plastic on the ground.
The black plastic bag was pulled apart, and Benjamin pushed Lyon, deciding to give the most disgusting job to the biggest beneficiary. Lyon didn't tweak any more and pulled up the arm of the body directly. Embrace the boneless body with both hands and stuff it into the plastic bag.
"Humph!" The obese prison guard looked at Lyon with interest, "Newcomer! Very good!"
Zac smiled and watched the body pull the clothes that were rolled up. The blood holes in the pale skin were extremely dazzling. "What's wrong with this guy, it seems to offend many people."
"Humph." The prison guard chuckled. "The guy who just came out of the" Black House "thought he was desperate and unwilling to close his mouth!"
Zac frowned. In the summer, the people in the dark room came out, that is to say, the companions of Ravenci were also transferred out (Vol. V, Chapter 20). I don't know why, Zac looked at Father Constantine, and the priest's eyes also looked here. It seemed unintentional. The priest nodded, as if to reassure Zac. Bayi ▼? Chinese ▲ ● Wenwen www.81zw.com?
The vampire did n’t know what expression to respond to Constantine. In any case, he did restrain Seth from creating chaos in the city of Barton, which is in line with the vampire ’s philosophy. Zac only nodded slightly, and he responded.
The black plastic bag was closed. Madison watched Benjamin and Lyon throw the body directly into the car, ignoring the coffin they had prepared, and silently said nothing. He watched Zac come up with a few more documents, and had already signed Grande's name in this regard and handed it to the prison guard.
The prison guard held half of the hamburger, took the pen, didn't read it, turned pages very skillfully, and signed the name at the end of a few sheets of paper. When the document was handed over to Madison, Madison saw the signature "Prince Vincent."
The new writing class assignments are realistic, requiring you to write down your work experience. Madison thought that even if it was written, the estimate would still be a "fairy tale" evaluation, no, it would be worse.
The prison guard took the contract belonging to the prison and finally bid farewell to several people and turned away.
"We, finished?" Madison couldn't keep calm, frowning slightly, in doubt, and others.
"Yes." Zack nodded affirmatively. He wouldn't confirm that Maddison had written down the process. That would be the name of teaching. But this kind of thing can be done, but no one wants to say it.
Madison no longer spoke, pursed his lips, and returned to the car. Although covered by the eaves, the short walk still made everyone's head wet.
Zac smiled helplessly and was about to leave.
"Mr. Grande."
This priest, no matter how many times he speaks, he will be accustomed to using the formal title. Zach smiled back and nodded slightly, "Father Constantine."
The priest didn't seem to want to leave yet. He pressed the door with one hand, with the generosity and kindness of the clergy in his eyes, and looked at the two prison guards still in the door. "Can we have a little space?"
The two prison guards turned their heads sideways, didn't answer, and went straight in. The priest nodded at the two backs and made a blessing. Then turned to Zac, lowering his head slightly, the expression on his face changed to hesitation.
Zac waited for a while. Decided to be the one who spoke first.
The vampire smiled and looked at the other's lowered eyes. "I want to thank the priest for reminding me last time." Constantine raised his head and looked at Zac. Zac continued. "I slowed down in the change, changed the method of doing things, and already had good results." The person Zac thought was James, so it was not a lie, Zac felt at ease. There is no guilt to deceive the priest.
Constantine had a smile on his face and nodded. "I'm glad I can help you." Then he stopped talking and hesitated what to say next.
Zac thought for a while, his mouth curled up, "If the priest wanted to ask about Seth." A weak sigh came out of Constantine's chest, and Zac was not sure whether his mood was mocking or comforting at this time. Then he said, " I ca n’t say that he is in the right position, but it ’s in his favor.

Constantine seemed to give up hesitation. Nodded with some embarrassing helplessness, "Okay, this is good."
Seth is not an ancient guy. According to him, he was still alive three years ago, and he is from the St. John Middle School in the west. As Lola initially worried about Kyle's future, a large number of religious people grew up there. In addition, Seth once showed concern to Constantine in front of Zac. The relationship between the two is not difficult to associate. As for the details, Zac does not care.
"Is there anything else with the priest?" Zack asked directly. When talking to people. Emotional migration does not conform to Zac's view of doing things, so he doesn't want this dialogue, where there can be no progress, to continue.
Constantine looked at Zac, helpless heavier, but in the end can only be turned to shake his head. "No. Thank you Mr. Grande for telling Seth."
Zac nodded with a smile, without excess condoms, turned to the truck.
The cool rain is usually able to contribute a hint of the direction of human emotions. It is a pity that this is not effective for vampires, with a wet head against Zac's forehead. His senses were dulled by the cold and humid environment. Vampire Zach never liked this environment.
The car was a lot warmer, but Zac was still not happy, whether it was Madison still detouring in the endless iron net maze, the rotten corpses in the air, or the cold voice, "I was surprised, Constantine Having been with you Grande for such a long time, you have no clue. Now let the other party disturb your mood. "
"Are you too anxious, Crowley." Zac didn't bother to answer. He turned his head back and looked at the woman who was kneeling on the body where the plastic bag was pulled away. On the side, Lyon was lying on the coffin prepared by Madison. The demon can't wait to summon his master and collect the first soul.
Crowley's palm was pressed against the hollow chest of the corpse, the red light showed through, and a little light and shadow gathered in the crowded rear compartment.
"Can you hurry up." Benjamin sniffed his nose impatiently. "It smells." If it wasn't raining, Alpha would definitely open the window. The first morning after the full moon hadn't passed yet, and Benjamin's sense of smell hadn't faded to the point where he could tolerate the rot of the body.
Crowley turned her head and waved her hand, and the golden long swayed in front of her. "Okay. Lyon, he's yours." The thick black mist like ink replaced Crowley's body and penetrated directly In the back seat, reassemble on the co-pilot to form Crowley's image.
The slender legs overlapped in front of him, and the body looking sideways backwards didn't care that her knee had seriously affected Madison's manipulation of the gear.
"I heard what you said to Constantine." Crowley hugged her hands in front of her chest, and the amazing bulge almost hung on Madison's shoulders. "Unfortunately, now Seth appeared in the very The wrong place. "Crowley looked at Zac with a smile, with a hint of evil interest.
"He was locked up. This time seems to be a bit different from normal." Crowley is probably most familiar with the southeast part of the North District in Barton, so she is qualified to say so. Crowley pursed her lips, deliberately creating suspense, "worst case? He will be sent here." The hand on his chest will be pulled back behind his ears as the truck shakes.
Zac looked at the iron fence outside the window. The water marks left on the car window refracted the twisted barbed wire even more. With the grey cold building behind, Zack's mood was even worse. (To be continued.)