435 Morning Call (1/2)
Night fell gradually after dusk. A beautiful voice echoed through the cells of the Judgement Tower.
”Oh, hit a horse, hit a hose, hit ah-oh-ah horse~” Someone sat in bed and sang lovingly at the bare wall, ”Twenty-one horses, thirty-one horses, forty-one horses…one hundred and one horses but still not as good as hit~ a horse~”
The entire prison was immersed in this cheerful song. All criminals felt the beauty and hope of life. Repenting their sins, they could not help but shed tears, moaning in pain with their heads down.
”Charles, I'm going to kill you tomorrow!”
”Shut up! Stop singing!”
”Guards! Where are the guards? I'll confess, I'll confess! Make him stop!”
Finally, even Constantine could not stand it. He coughed awkwardly and cut off his singing. If he did not do anything now, the b*stard would be killed tomorrow.
”You seem happy, Charles… Uh, is there good news?”
”Today's Sunday, Mr. Constantine. Did you forget?” Charles said animatedly. ”We get grilled meat!”
”Huh?” Constantine was still troubled. ”Just that?”
Charles froze. ”Is grilled meat not good?”
Constantine shook his head helplessly. ”Stop singing. I've had indigestion these past two days. You might need to take my portion.”
”Really? I'd love to help eat it for you!” Charles was ecstatic. ”Sir, you must take care of your health as you age. Should I ask the guard for fried chicken to help nourish you?”
Constantine really wanted to roll his eyes. Finally, he shook his head and stopped speaking.
Seeing him like this, Charles could not help but sigh. ”Mr. Constantine, I know you're an important figure and look down on grilled meat but we're in the Judgement Tower now. We'll either live here for free for the rest of our lives or we'll get dragged to the gallows and there won't be a tomorrow… Life is hard so don't treat yourself badly. Grilled meat is great. Why don't you like it?”
Constantine shook his head. ”Charles, you are satisfied from meat because there is no sun in your heart.”
”Sun?” Charles chuckled. ”The sun has already set.”
”It's still there. You just can't see it.” Constantine looked up and out the window behind Charles's back, staring at the black sky. ”As long as you stand high enough and close your eyes, you can still hear the deafening sound in the long night. The sound of the sun's operation echoes through the vacuum, changing in the atmosphere.
”It lifts the tides of aether, pouring down endless light and heat, pushing the world… It is there, waiting for you to find it. When you have a true sun in your heart, you will not be pained by dust or cheered by the mirage before your eyes. You will look further into the distance.”
There was a long silence.
Charles gaped at him. After a while, he felt that he needed to give a reaction so he nodded as if suddenly enlightened. ”Oh.”
Constantine mused for a while and could not help but laugh at himself. He waved his hand. ”I said something hard to understand. Don't mind it. It's almost dinner. Go eat grilled meat. After saying all this, I want to eat some more too.”
”Okay, okay!”
As the bell for dinner rang, Charles rose and waited excitedly for the cell door to open. But after a long while, no one came.
It was silent.
There was the sound water dripping. Viscous liquid dripped from the unmaintained ceiling. Charles felt something wet on his neck and looked up in confusion. Reaching out, a drop of red liquid fell onto his palm.
Something screeched.
”Not again…” Charles murmured. His vision went black and all energy left his body. He held onto the railing and practically collapsed. Bending over, he vomited. ”F*cking again…” He listened as drip drops sounded around him. When he looked back, the entire room was dyed blood-red.