Lenny Crane in the sea has grown thinner and older. He looked like a twisted pole wearing an orange prison uniform. The hair in the center of his head was obviously sparse, and it seemed to be graying in some places.
Compared with what he looked like seven years ago when he was a school teacher, prison life seemed to have made Klein look more than twenty years older. Despite this, Jania could immediately recognize his particularly prominent eyes and his wide mouth like a crocodile. When he was still pretending to be a kind and good teacher, his eyes would always be squinted, showing watery kindness and concern, and his wide mouth would curve into a flattering smile, making the children think that he would not be angry. people. Now these disguises have been peeled off along with his prison life, and he has become an ugly ghoul.
Zhannia didn’t know how she felt when she saw Klein. If one day she knew that Klein had escaped from prison and showed up at her house, then she would be nervous, she would be afraid, and then she would be angry. She thought she would, because she had thought many times about how she should shoot Colin or smash his head in with a sling - Malcolm had told her that "eyes and breasts" were not always It is applicable at all times. If the opponent is not trying to force her and never sticks too close to her, it will not be so easy to concentrate on attacking two such small targets in a real fight. But everyone has a fragile brain. She doesn't need many sharp and dangerous weapons, as long as she reacts quickly enough, is strong enough, and the stick is strong enough. A stick of good length is sturdier and easier to use than anything else, unless you have a gun.
However, even someone like Malcolm, who has witnessed drug dealer shootouts and street robberies several times, would never encounter a situation like Jania's now. Lenny Klein is in the water, under the sea. He looked so real, even the traces of the passage of time were there, not like an illusion at all. If Jania jumped off the side of the boat now, she doubted that she would really appear in that prison for felons on an isolated island.
It was so incredible that the strangeness made Jania feel calm. She didn't feel scared or angry, she just thought that she had really seen something tonight. How would Hannah explain this? What would her brother in Africa say if he found out?
She wanted to put her head back on the boat and ask Akarahama to explain what she saw. But she didn't want to take her eyes away from the cell. After the initial shock passed, Jania noticed that the layout of Klein's cell was indeed very strange: the pillows, sheets and quilts were torn to pieces, the chair legs had been turned into a pile of splinters somehow, and many other things she Unrecognizable pieces, like pages from a book or torn bread. All these fragments were concentrated in the corners of the room, even the four corners at the top. It was definitely not thrown away casually. Klein must have spent a lot of effort to glue these scraps together. Jania simply couldn't figure out what his glue was.
If there was any connection between this Coraine of the sea and the real Coraine, then the disgusting prisoner must have gone mad. He was kneeling in the only corner where nothing was piled up, his face looking up at the sea, right in front of Jania. But Zhaniya knew that he did not see her, because Klein's eyes were very empty. He was in a state of despair, like a zombie. But he must still be alive, because his lips were moving all the time. He murmured endlessly as if chanting a mantra, and an eager look gradually appeared on his face.
Jania watched him quietly on the sea. She began to think that Klein was performing some kind of ritual. Some kind of religious ceremony. But she had never heard of any mass ceremony that required the room to be decorated like this. This will definitely take a long time. Didn't anyone find out? And why is he praying?
Just when Jania was still confused about the situation, Klein's cheeks squirmed. He seemed to be pushing his tongue back and forth in his mouth, and what he finally spit out was a metal piece, like a sealing piece for a can, but part of it was twisted or cut off, forming a very sharp little head. Jania thought this thing might be used as a lockpick. Yes, this is not an exaggeration. A lock with a simple structure can be opened by a piece of metal. Malcolm once witnessed a local gangster in Spain relying on this to make a living and almost stole the entire ancient house. She immediately thought that this might be Lenny Klein's plan: he was going to pretend to be a madman who fell into religious fanaticism, let the prison guards hand him to the hospital, and then wait for an opportunity to escape. It's certainly easier to open a handcuff lock than a prison lock.
However, Zhannia soon knew that she had guessed wrong. Klein didn't hide the small piece of metal to pick the lock. He held the little thing in his left hand, pressed the tip into the flesh of his right wrist, and moved it quickly and violently, cutting a deep gash. The blood gurgled out like steaming Coke.
Jania was so surprised that she almost screamed. Lenny Klein was cutting his own right wrist. He cut very hard, almost tearing it open, and in the blink of an eye there was blood around his leg. He dropped his right wrist to the ground between his legs to let the blood flow faster. From Jania's perspective, it was like a blood-red spring gushing and overflowing under Kollein.
She stared closely at Klein's face, waiting for him to struggle or shout, so that the prison guards could be called over and taken to hospital. But Colin didn't scream. His face was calm and eager, as if he was completing something very important and had no intention of letting outsiders break in and disturb him. After a while, he raised his right hand again and observed the wound carefully. He inserted the small sharp blade into the wound and cut it a second time at a slight angle. His left hand blocked Jania's view so she couldn't see whether he had severed a major blood vessel, but the depth of the wound was no joke. It reminded her of being pecked on her wrist by a crow when she was a child. The small bloody hole was not big, but it hurt like hell. Her entire hand was almost numb. How did Klein do it with a small sharp piece? The bastard probably severed his own tendons. Will he bleed to death? It's not that easy to commit suicide by slitting your wrists in a place without hot water.
A strong uneasiness began to brew in Zhaniya's heart. Klein in the sea looked so weird and real, making her feel like she was staring at the real Klein, that despicable damn pedophile and serial killer. But he became a little different, not just in appearance, but... but something more qualitative. The expression on his face made Zhannia feel unprecedented hatred and disgust. It was a desire that was dirtier than a rotting corpse, a greed that made her want to smash this bastard's head to pieces. This thought indeed flashed through her mind: If she threw the stick down now and threw it hard into the waves, would the stick hit Klein?
Klein's blood covered the cell floor. He finally fell down and lay quietly on his side on the floor, staring straight at the ceiling. At this rate, he might die within ten minutes. This scene may be just an illusion, a wonderful mirage created by a sea monster, but it is enough to make Zhaniya feel happy. Lenny Klein should be dead a long time ago. Any extra second he lives is polluting the air. If this is true, she hopes to get confirmation from her mother's phone message tomorrow; if this is just a vision shown to her by the sea monster, she hopes it is an accurate prediction of the future.
She watched that scene intently, almost forgetting that she was still on a small wooden boat that was shaking in the weather. Determining Klein's life or death became what she wanted to do most at the moment. Just let him die. She prayed in her mind. No matter what kind of madness Kolaine is, let him cut off all the main blood vessels at his wrist and let all his dirty and smelly blood drain out. That was best for the three dead children and their families. That's best for everyone. She really thought so, but her subconscious told her that this was not in line with the development of the situation.
Conclusions are made before things happen. It was only after Zhannia understood that Klein would not die easily that the prisoner lying in a pool of blood moved. First, Lenny Klein's face began to twitch, and his muscles spasmed so much that he almost lost his human shape. Then there were his eyes, like two unrelated balls dancing in the laundry tub. When his two blue eyes finally aligned, he stared directly above his head, as if some incredible sight appeared in the ceiling. Jania had no way of knowing exactly what he saw, because from her perspective, it looked like the ceiling of the cell had been chipped away, leaving only piles of debris huddled in the corners. But Klein must have seen something, because his body arched up and his mouth opened wide, as if he was letting out some kind of silent scream.
Zhaniya tried her best to press her head closer to the sea. That actually didn't make sense, because she couldn't see what Klein was seeing anyway. But an increasingly strong sense of crisis was driving her, asking her to try her best to find out the answer. She even wanted to see something from the reflection in Klein's eyes. The prisoner was still hunched over, his limbs pressed to the ground, but his belly was raised high, as if he was trying to do a backstroke on the ground - no, no, that was not a backstroke, that was because he was trying to crawl away in this position. He wanted to use his right hand, which had severed tendons, to crawl away from its original position, but he couldn't even turn over.
A wave surged up from the side of the boat, wetting Zhaniya's forehead and cheeks, and even choked her nose. Jania coughed violently due to the cold, salty water. She blinked hard, trying to get rid of the seawater flowing into her eyes as quickly as possible to see what Lenny Klein was doing. But the more anxious she became, the more her eyes stung and she couldn't open them. Finally she had to withdraw into the boat and wipe her face roughly with her sleeve.
She heard Akira Bin ask enthusiastically: "Did you see anything interesting?"
Jania didn't answer him. In those brief seconds, she thought to herself, did Akarahama really not know what she saw? Was she using her imagination out of suspicion, or was there indeed a hint of knowingness hidden in that interesting tone?
"Why don't you see for yourself," she said, continuing to wipe her face with her sleeve.
"I wouldn't do that, for sure, because I'm not a very good swimmer. If I had just stuck out like you did and got wet with sea water, I don't know how much trouble I could cause."
If it weren't for Klein in the sea, Zhannia would have felt angry and funny about what he said. What a damn thing. She said to Akarahama in her heart. If you can't even touch a bit of sea water, what are you doing rowing in the middle of the night?
But she didn't talk to Akira Bin again. Half of it was because she was anxious to check on Klein, and the other half was because she admitted that Akurabin's caution was justified. The sea water was horribly freezing late at night. She only got wet on her head and face, but she felt bitingly cold all over her body. If she hadn't still heard the sound of the waves and felt the heaving and swaying of the ship, she would have suspected that she was locked in an icehouse. If she fell into such sea water, she might not even be able to swim five hundred meters. And there might be water quality problems in this sea area, which made her eyes itchy and astringent when she touched the sea water, and she couldn't open them at all for a while.
The boat rocked violently again, making Jania's heart lift. But then she heard Akarahama say: "Be careful, there isn't much room in this boat. If you don't sit tight, the next wave will knock you off."
"I can sit still," Jania said a little irritably. Her face had been wiped dry, but the sting in her eyes recovered slowly, which made her somewhat worried. It would be foolish to lose her sight as a result of this inexplicable adventure. Fortunately the sting was indeed fading. She blinked and could vaguely see candlelight and moonlight.
"Hold on tight." Akurabin still advised patiently, "You will definitely fall easily like this. Can you still swim? If you fall out, none of us will save you. This is not I say I have a problem with you, but there is no place for you on this ship."
Jania was slightly relieved to have her sight restored. She closed her eyes again and reached out to grab a horizontal board. Although the conditions on the sea were dire, she did not feel that she had reached a point where she needed to be rescued. She spat out a little seawater from her mouth, opened her eyes and looked at Akarahama, intending to tell him that she didn't need anyone on the ship to rescue her - but she was completely wrong.
Akarahama wasn't talking to her at all. The man in charge of the oars was tilting his head to one side and looking at the bow of the boat eagerly. Zhou Wenxing stood next to his leg, while Zhannia was closer to his other foot. The thing hanging on the bow of the ship was soaked all over, and its hands and feet were hanging outside the ship, like a poor slave tied there to serve as a statue of the ship's bow. The scar on his right wrist was still bleeding. Under the dim candlelight, the blood looked as dark and turbid as the sea water, falling straight and thin towards the sea. Jania almost screamed, because Lenny Klein's protruding eyes were no longer distracted. He was lying on the boat, his upside-down face hanging down, staring straight and clearly at her. He looked at her like a dead person, like a butcher looking at a tied up live pig.
"This is quite new." Chirabin said, "Zhou, has your brother ever done this before? Just drive away customers like this? I thought his taste was very broad - if you think about it, if he doesn't accept it The call of scum, then how could he give the second sword to a murderer in the first place?"
"He won't say no."
"Who else could it be?"
"It must be a ceremony for guard modification."
This was the last conversation that Jania heard clearly. She could not think about them, but stared intently at Lenny Klein as he appeared on the ship. The prisoner who escaped from the sea really looked like a ghost now. He slowly opened his mouth towards her, revealing his white teeth. His legs bounced weirdly towards the floor of the ship, and he flew towards Zhaniya.
