Crown of Silence

Chapter 450 Reveille

In the silent evening, the dusk gradually faded away.

In the cage of the Tower of Judgment, there was a beautiful song echoing.

"Oh~Hit a horse, hit a horse, hit a horse~"

Someone was lying on the bed, singing to the bare wall: "Two-one horse, three-one horse, four-one horse... Eleven horses, none of them can beat, hit~one horse~"

The whole prison was immersed in this joyful song. The prisoners seemed to have realized the beauty and hope of the world, confessed their crimes, and could not help but shed two lines of tears, banged their heads on the ground, and groaned in pain.

"Charles, I will kill you tomorrow!"

"Shut up! Don't sing anymore!"

"Guard! Where is the guard? I confess! I confess! Don't let him sing anymore!"

"..."

Until the end, Constantine couldn't listen anymore, and coughed awkwardly twice, interrupting his singing. If he doesn't stand up, this bastard will be beaten to death tomorrow.

"You seem very happy, Charles... ahem, um, what's good news?"

"Today is Sunday, Mr. Constantine, have you forgotten?"

Charles beamed, "We have barbecue tonight!!"

"Huh?"

Constantine was still confused: "That's it?"

Charles was stunned, "Isn't it good to have barbecue?"

"..."

Constantine shook his head helplessly, "Don't sing anymore, I haven't digested well these two days, I'll trouble you to take care of my share."

"Really? I'm so sorry!"

Charles was overjoyed: "You are old, you should pay more attention to your health, why don't I go to the guard to ask for a fried chicken leg to nourish your body?"

"..."

Constantine couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, but in the end, he shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing his look, Charles couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Constantine, I know you are a big shot and don't care about this barbecue, but now we are locked up in the Tower of Judgment.

For the rest of your life, you will either live here with free food and shelter, or be dragged to the gallows and never have a good life again...

Life is so hard, don't treat yourself so badly, barbecue is so good, why don't you like it?"

Constantine shook his head: "Charles, you will be satisfied with a meal of meat because there is no sun in your heart."

"Sun?"

Charles smiled, "The sun has set a long time ago."

"It's still there, but You just can't see it. "

Constantine looked up and stared at the iron window behind Charles and the dark night sky outside the iron window:

"As long as you stand high enough, even in the long night, you can hear that deafening sound with your eyes closed.

That is the loud sound of the sun's movement echoing in the vacuum and decaying in the atmosphere. It set off the ether tide, and endless light and heat poured down, driving the operation of this world...

It is there, waiting for you to find it.

When you have the real sun in your heart, you will not suffer because of the dust, and be happy because of the bubble in front of you.

- You will see farther. "

Silence, long silence.

Charles stared at him blankly. After a long time, he seemed to find that he needed to give a little response, and then he nodded as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Oh."

Constantine was silent for a long time, and couldn't help laughing at himself and waved his hand.

"I said something difficult to understand, don't take it to heart. It's time for dinner, let's go eat barbecue. After telling you so much, I want to eat more."

"Okay, okay!"

At the dinner bell, Charles stood up and waited for the cell door to open.

But after a long time, no one came.

There was silence.

The sound of raindrops was heard.

The sticky liquid dripped from the long-disrepaired ceiling. Charles felt wet on his neck, raised his head in surprise, stretched out his hand, and a drop of blood-red liquid fell into his hand.

A piercing scream came.

"Here it comes again..."

Charles whispered softly, but felt a black screen in front of his eyes, as if all his strength was drained. He held the railing with his hand and almost fell to the ground, bent over, and felt nauseous.

"******...Here it comes again..."

He whispered softly, listening to the sound of the blood-colored rain falling on him bit by bit. When he turned around, the whole room had been dyed blood red.

The corpses nestled in the blood, looking at him, grinning.

Some were hanging from the beams, kicking their legs happily, and some were lying on the bed, with a cut on their wrists, blood flowing out like a gurgling stream.

The cell door had been opened at some point, and at the door, a rotten skeleton looked down at him, like Constantine.

"Charles, it's time to eat."

He reached out and tried to pull him up. But that hand weathered in the air and turned into ashes. The skeleton collapsed to the ground, broke into pieces, and no longer remained.

The corridor was littered with messy corpses. They seemed to have died in a drastic change, and those souls seemed to be still solidified in the air, so there were tragic screams that kept echoing, one after another.

The chaotic scenes kept appearing and disappearing.

Sometimes there were heavily guarded patrols, sometimes there were numerous angry prisoners rioting, and sometimes there were prisoners strangled to death in cages, their faces horrible.

Most of the time, this place was empty and silent, like a kingdom of the dead.

There were vague and erratic shadows walking through the corridor, including men and women, old and young. They were unaware of each other, but were harmoniously included in this trance-like illusion.

"Fake...all fake..."

Those remaining shadows from the past seemed to be aware of his embarrassment, and mocking voices sounded.

Ciel held his head and tried to cover his ears. But when he raised his head, he saw a pair of eyes in the chaotic and cruel scene.

It was as if he was covered at the bottom of those cruel scenes and buried in the deepest part of his memory. In those forgotten corners, someone was staring at him quietly.

Her face was distant and blurry, but her long red hair seemed to be right in front of her.

The color is like the embers after burning.

It's so beautiful that it feels like it's been cursed.

"Mother……"

Charles was stunned and stared blankly at the figure: "Why...are you...here?"

The figure stared at him for a long time, then turned and left.

"do not go!"

Charles staggered up and chased after her, running between the layers of corpses, trying to stop her: "Don't go..."

In a daze, 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.

-

I don’t know how long it took.

Ciel screamed and stood up straight, staring at the blazing sunlight on his face in astonishment.

The dazzling midday sun shines into the cage and falls on the face, dispelling the illusion.

It's like nothing happened.

Charles stared around blankly, in a daze, and nothing changed, as if he fell asleep at some point.

"you're awake?"

The roommate noticed his scream and looked over: "You really fell asleep when you said you were going to sleep, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed. If the doctor hadn't said you were sleeping, I would have thought you had died suddenly."

Ciel smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to reply.

In silence, he lowered his head and looked at his clenched right hand. Between the spread fingers, there is a vague long hair.

The long hair was dark red, like the embers of a fire.

-

Soon, he was awakened by a roar.

The earth trembled, the clouds in the sky shattered, and invisible winds swept in from afar and roared past.

Charles turned around in shock and looked outside the bars.

Amidst the sharp and noisy noise, a crimson beam of light rushed into the sky, dyeing most of the sky blood red, like countless blood boiling.

"No way? Come again?"

He murmured softly, but soon he realized that it was not an illusion. He saw others looking equally panicked, and the alarm sounded in the prison.

"What exactly is that?"

He stared at the red beam of light in confusion.

On the opposite side, Constantine raised his head and glanced, his expression changed to mocking:

"Probably...it's the new reveille number in the Holy City."

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