, it’s coming...I know..."

A rustling sound came, and what sounded like the owner of the voice fell to the ground, curled up, and whined in panic:

"They're coming ah ah ah"

"Ah, Cannon is talking nonsense again," Taldin with a bleak voice said faintly: "Same as last time, remember, Naki? He said that a girl appeared in front of him... You and Cannon are in the same room.

, help, knock him out..."

At this moment.

"Naki, Cannon, Tardin."

A steady voice sounded slowly, seeming to have inexplicable power in the darkness:

"You three, be quiet."

The speaker spoke very slowly, but as soon as he spoke, the three people fell silent:

"I think I did see something."

Hearing this steady voice, Samir in the hall gently lowered his head, seemingly lost in confusion.

Clay was about to reach out to remind him, but Ricky held his shoulder down, and the latter shook his head at him.

Ricky, who had been paying attention to the cell, had a look on his face: a footsteps slowly sounded from behind the fourth cell.

All nervous eyes turned to the cell.

A dark, indistinct and thin figure appeared behind the metal fence.

Thales could vaguely see that this figure had long, unkempt hair that obscured his appearance. The clothes on his body were black and gray, and he could vaguely see his embarrassed appearance and dirty appearance.

"Light."

"I saw the light."

That steady voice spoke calmly and authentically.

Tardin, who had been sarcastic all the time, snorted disdainfully:

"It's just hallucinations. Just like Nye always feels like someone is trying to harm him, Cannon always sees female ghosts. To tell you the truth, sometimes I also dream about His Majesty Eddie..."

"Quiet." The calm voice spoke again.

This is the tone of command and cannot be questioned.

Thales noticed that none of the other cells made any sound, as if they were waiting for his judgment.

The thin figure slowly approached the fence.

Outside the cell, Samir took a deep breath, raised the torch, and shined it on the man.

The next second, in the bright firelight, the thin figure suddenly raised his arms to block his eyes, and stumbled back several steps: "Ah, it's too dazzling!"

"This light... light... what on earth is going on!"

Samir hesitated for a moment, and the torch retreated a little.

This time, Thales saw clearly: behind the bars of the cell, a figure appeared in the darkness.

It was a down-and-out man with long disheveled hair and a beard that reached his chest. He stood in front of the fence and slowly lowered his arms.

Samir stared blankly at the person in front of him, his face was sallow and thin, his eyes were dull, and his face looked old and decadent. Judging from his appearance, he was fifty or sixty years old.

There was a dull pain in Samir's heart: he remembered that the man in front of him was so heroic and strong.

but now……

Thales saw something else.

The prince watched as the man pushed aside his long hair, revealing a thin, wrinkled face and a mark from the right side of his face to his chin.

Thales was stunned.

The one that is the same as Samuel, engraved with the letter "s" from the ancient empire...

Sinner's mark.

Samir's lips moved and he said in a trembling voice: "Little Barney?"

The prisoners in the prison were shocked!

"Chief Vanguard Officer," Samir looked at the embarrassed prisoner in front of him and said with difficulty:

"Quil Barney Jr.?

Opposite him, little Barney stared at Samir outside the prison with red eyes.

He was motionless, as if he was petrified.

Other sounds in the cell also fell silent, except for the sound of breathing that gradually intensified.

In the darkness on the other side, the man named Cannon spoke again with a trembling voice: "Wait a minute, this voice sounds like..."

After a noise of getting up from the ground, a second figure appeared in another cell.

Samir turned slightly and illuminated the other person:

"Cannon?"

Thales saw the prisoner: he was hunched over, leaning against the wall, moving towards the fence little by little, covering his face tightly with his hands, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, as if he was afraid of being hurt by something.

As if.

Soon, Cannon slowly lowered his hands, revealing a dirty face.

"You, you are... no, no..." The prisoner stared blankly at the fire outside, his face full of horror, and he was shaking more and more violently.

And on his face, on the right cheek, there is also an "s" in ancient imperial script.

Thales suddenly understood something.

Samir looked at the person in front of him, and there was an unknown bitterness in his words.

Jonah Cannon, he was, was the bravest man who dared to fight against wild beasts...

but.

"Something is wrong..."

In the same cell, a lazy voice sounded from behind Cannon: "I seem... I seem to be hallucinating too. I actually... actually saw the Iron Curtain really open, and also saw Samir?

"

In the flickering firelight, a man also covered in dirt appeared next to Cannon.

His hair was uneven, his beard was sloppy, his eyes were dull, his face was old, and he had an unpleasant stench, just like a hairy savage.

Samir took a deep breath and turned his eyes bitterly: "Naki."

"It's really me."

Naki's dirty cheeks froze.

There was also a commotion in the other three cells, and several figures appeared one after another from the darkness where the firelight could not reach.

Samir slowly turned around, looked at the other two people in the third cell, and slowly called out their names.

"Guti Tardin." The prisoner tilted his head and stared at Samir, his eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened, revealing a scary smile.

"Saul Bree." This man was quite strong and silent.

The remaining two people were in separate cells, and it was particularly different when Samuel called their names.

"Second Logistics Officer, Sass Nye." This was a tense 'savage', staring at the torch outside the fence with eyes full of suspicion.

"And you, Chief Penal Officer, Luton Belletti."

Samir looked at the last person and exhaled slowly.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

But the other party just stared at him coldly.

Thales looked at these prisoners in surprise, who looked slovenly, looked bad, were old, and had suffered for a long time. He found that without exception, they all had "s" marks on different parts of their faces.

So, they are all...

However, the people in the five cells had an unexpected reaction.

"What are you doing?"

In the end, Belletti lowered his head indifferently and muttered to himself: "Who is crazy this time? Maybe there is not enough supplies? Or is it really a ghost?"

"It's nothing."

Little Barney interrupted him coldly, looking through Samuel as if he saw a ball of air.

"He can't be real."

Disgust showed on his dirty face, and he turned his back: "Everyone go back to sleep. It will be fine when you wake up."

"It's just...another hallucination."
Chapter completed!