East of the Bering Strait and south of the Arctic Ocean.
Alaska, Anchorage.
The majestic and stretching holy snow-capped mountains, the gloomy deep blue ocean full of broken ice floes, and the dazzling Milky Way streaming out of the starry sky can be seen in the distance.
Anchorage ticks all three boxes.
This quiet city has a small population, and its deserted and lonely beauty makes all the exotic cultivated trees here look desolate.
Elizabeth Mental Prison.
The high, thick concrete walls are surrounded by layers of electrified barbed wire, and there are gloomy and dark buildings with no aesthetics at all. Only a few windows have lights.
Everything else is shrouded in darkness.
This is the highest level prison in the Liberty Union and is used to provide intensive "treatment" to some prisoners who escape due to mental illness.
Warden's Office.
He received a very powerful call. This big shot wanted to talk to a felon incarcerated in this prison.
"You mean...Randy?"
"Hoffman Randy?"
The warden swallowed, and a drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Five minutes later.
After all the guards' push-and-pull games, they chose the two most unlucky men to take Randy to the phone room.
Two prison guards reluctantly went to the underground prison with electric batons and guns. They opened an old rusty door with a key and saw a deep and extremely dark corridor, with iron bars for prisoners on both sides.
fence.
They could hear those furtive squeaking sounds, as well as some weird sounds that imitated certain creatures with unknown meaning.
Like animals trained in the laboratory to be completely insensitive to violence, these mentally ill patients were subjected to various brain experiments by scientists under severe torture, and like Pavlov's dogs, they were treated like dogs wearing white coats or sterile suits.
When the person appears, he will huddle in the corner and imitate strange noises like a hamster to please the abuser.
But there is a weirdo.
Named Hoffman Landy.
He even had his frontal lobe shattered by icepick surgery, but he still had reason, like a monster, but neither high-voltage current nor a scalpel saw could make him show any pain.
When he suffered those tortures and extreme pain, he called it...
The intoxication of the senses.
The two prison guards were a little scared. They were not responsible for this area, and some poor foreign workers were responsible for delivering food, but they still bit the bullet and turned on the light switch of the underground prison.
At the moment when the light emerges.
Those iron fences covered with bloodstains, tooth marks, and claw marks all invariably emitted extremely sad and crazy howls. They were not sounds that humans could make at all, but beasts that had been suffering from pain throughout their lives.
Because they know that as soon as the lights are turned on, if someone wearing a black uniform and carrying a baton comes here, someone will never come back.
This sounds contradictory, because the ultimate violence has changed their brain structure, leaving them with only the simplest crude cognition.
That's just inside the iron fence, it's painless.
Accompanied by the weird neighing of hundreds of lunatics, the two prison guards felt numb and wanted to leave here immediately. However, thinking of the warden's orders, they would not be able to keep their jobs if they left.
In Anchorage, prison guarding is a more respectable job.
"They're just idiots locked up in a cage. What are you afraid of?"
A prison guard cheered himself up and walked forward quickly, trying not to look at the scene on both sides, but he could still see it with his peripheral vision.
They are all dry monsters with dilated pupils and fallen hair.
He became more and more frightened and walked faster and faster.
The prison guard who was accompanying him followed him with his head lowered and his eyes half closed, just following the person in front of him.
The light is getting darker and darker, and there are more and more blood stains on the ground. There are more and more tooth marks and claw marks on the steel plate, and the structure is getting messier and messier.
He was even more frightened, his breathing was heavy, and his heartbeat was racing.
Turning around dark corners one after another, there were countless red emergency lights.
In fact, he only walked two to three hundred meters, but he felt like he had walked countless light years.
at last!
There was no way anymore, and he suddenly woke up, as if he had been in another world. The screams of the madman gradually became fainter. The cells around him were all empty. There was only a sitting figure slightly illuminated by the dim light on the fence at the end of the corridor.
.
This is it.
Hoffman Landy.
The two prison guards froze in place, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
"You're shaking."
His voice sounded almost forty years old, with a kind of charming elegance and magnetism, although it was quite hoarse.
"Fear causes the brain to secrete transmitters."
"This rich fragrance attracts predators."
"I advise against this."
"It's like a game of cards. Once someone finds out that your cards are bad, you're out of the game."
Randy stood up slowly. He was strangely tall. He approached the fence and stretched out a hand from the gap in the iron bars to shake hands and express friendship.
And his true face hidden in the shadows was also revealed. He was a man in his forties with a general appearance without any characteristics. There were already some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His hair was shaved short but all turned white. His eyes had an extremely comfortable warmth.
The prison guard was stunned. This was completely different from what he imagined.
As the prison guard opened the cell door.
Randy put on the handcuffs very cooperatively, and without saying a word, he and the prison guard walked through the corridor to the top of the dungeon.
It's puzzling.
As soon as Randy walked by, those crazy howling people would immediately shut up and become silent in an instant.
…
…
…
Ten minutes later, there was a small phone room.
Randy, wearing prison uniform, was summoned and waiting in front of the phone. The prison guard heard that someone important wanted to ask him something.
More than a dozen prison guards were guarding him, worried that something might go wrong. While he was serving his sentence here, he killed a psychiatric clinician.
Faced with such strict security, Randy was not angry. He just smiled at them and expressed friendship.
Finally, the phone rang.
Randy answered the phone without saying a word, waiting for the other party to speak first.
Because the distance was quite far, and the phone speaker could only be heard when it was very close, they had no idea what was being said on the other end of the phone.
After a long while, Randy finally spoke.
"Make sure it's Luo City."
As if he had received the confirmed message, Randy hung up the phone gently.
And he only said this sentence from beginning to end.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.
"I'm sorry, friends, I'm leaving soon. Good times are always so short. Can you take me to the warehouse? I want to get back my belongings when I was serving my sentence."
He smiled softly and didn't look threatening at all.
"leave?"
A prison captain pulled out the electric baton. Although Randy was said to be some kind of devil in the prison, now it seems that he is just a lunatic with a weak mind.
"I advise you not to do this."
Randy reminded.
But the prison captain had no intention of stopping.
…
…
A minute later, Randy was covered in blood.
He didn't expect that there was a broadcast room next to the phone room. It was a pity that it had not been used for so many years. The music played here could echo throughout the prison and even outside.
"I didn't expect there was Chopin."
He put the vinyl record into the record player.
…
…
Half an hour later, Randy rinsed his body in the shower room of the warden's office and put back on the clothes he wore while serving his sentence.
A rather retro and traditional white shirt, a black tie with a dogtooth pattern, a dark brown suit and trousers, and his polished leather shoes.
Finally, she put on a pair of extremely fashionable round-frame red sunglasses.
"I almost forgot about you."
Randy brought the book he regarded as his life, Baudelaire's poetry collection, and indeed he took it with him when he came to serve his sentence.
Just like that, accompanied by Chopin's Waltz in A minor.
Under the starry sky, Randy left the prison and headed for the airport like a lax traveler on his way home.
It's night in Anchorage, Alaska.
The snow-capped mountains are majestic and the ice ocean is cold.
