Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 25

"You just got stabbed in the ass! I want to ask you Anthony? Donna's photo!" David said impatiently. Before coming here, Neo should have given him the photo of the target person, but Neo delayed Procrastination, David still doesn't know who Anthony is!

"Didn't I give it to you?" Neo looked like "how is this possible".

David gestured to reach for the computer again.

"Stop! Stop! I'll show you!" Neo paused the movie and brought up Anthony's photo.

The person in the photo was wearing a black suit, his hair was combed back in an orderly manner, and his slightly pale skin set off his green eyes, which seemed to pull out the soul of the person.

"It turned out...it was him?"

Neo has always thought that arms dealers should be big and thick, because they are always in danger when they have to deal with riot organizations, and they may have gunshot wounds or scars on their bodies, like Nicolas Cage in "Lord of War" There is absolutely no way the styling could have been in real life.

But he forgot that arms dealers are also businessmen, they are not soldiers who were born and died in the special forces, nor are they fools who carry guns and shoot everywhere.

"Have you met that guy already?" Neo supported his head and admired David's surprised expression.

"That's right..."

"Are you depressed why that guy looks better than you, but no one messes with him?"

"That's right..."

"This proves once again that looks don't matter. As long as you have a strong heart, others can't threaten you." Neo said slowly, and then snapped his fingers, "If you really believe the above, it proves that you Not just a fool, but an idiot."

David wanted to roll his eyes.

"Anthony can make other prisoners respect him, of course, because he is the craziest among the group of lunatics." Neo clicked on a video, which is not very clear, as if it was recorded with a mobile phone, " This video was downloaded after I hacked into Anthony's computer."

On the screen, Anthony is sitting at the dining table, eating steak, and on the opposite side of the dining table, sits a guy who has been beaten beyond recognition.

He seems to be Anthony's subordinate, but he has embezzled a batch of arms and is being tortured.

Anthony stopped the tableware in his hand, and stroked the middle finger of his left hand with his right hand.

At this moment, the tortured man let out a scream. All the fingers of his left hand were cut off and placed on the dinner plate. Then Anthony suddenly climbed onto the dining table, like an elegant leopard, and came in front of the other party. Put each other's fingers into the other's mouth one by one, forcing him to swallow.

David turned his face away, retching in his stomach.

Neo reached out and stroked David's back, and slowly pulled him towards him, resting his chin on the hollow of his shoulder, "I knew it would scare you, the purpose of showing you this video is to let you know that even though you The purpose is to get close to Anthony to get the key, but you have to be careful in everything you say and do..."

"Then what should I do? I don't even know where the so-called key is hidden." David frowned. "Can you tell me what Olivan's plan is?"

Neo sighed, and hugged David tightly: "You have to trust Olivan. Do what he says. I know you have a feeling of being treated as a fool or a pawn, but from another perspective, you don't feel that now You are flipping through a book, and you read it step by step according to what Olivan said, and the moment you get the answer, maybe you will be pleasantly surprised."

David took a breath and left Neo's embrace: "Forget it, although it's not the answer I want, thank you anyway. Also, don't take this opportunity to hug me, I know you are upset and kind."

Going to the door, David was stopped by Neo.

"If you go head-to-head with Anthony, remember not to talk too much, Irving will teach you how to do it."

"Will he? Don't be kidding, I haven't heard him say a word all day." David pointed to the communicator in his ear.

They take turns at noon, and at night, David and Mark are responsible for checking the cell on the fourth floor and turning off the lights.

"Now turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!" Mark knocked on the cell door and walked all the way.

"Mark, I have two pages left, can I finish it?"

"That's not okay. Since it's only two pages, let's read it tomorrow."

David just walked behind Mark, he knew that those dangerous elements were looking at him, as if admiring a plate of snacks that he couldn't eat temporarily.

Walking to a door, a warm voice sounded, which made David stop.

"David, are you really a prison guard?"

Could anyone in this mad place speak with such a polite voice?

Just as David was about to look sideways at the other party, Olivan's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Don't look back, pretend you didn't hear and keep going."

His thoughts were instantly taken away by that rational voice, which was somewhat cold. He once thought that if he heard Oliwen's voice through the communicator, it would be different from usual, but the feeling of being close to his ears made David's heart beat faster. Controlled, even Olivan's breath lingered in his ears when he spoke.

This delusion is too terrible.

David returned to his room, with his back against the door, he just wanted to take off the communicator immediately.

He was afraid to hear any voice belonging to Olivan again, it would stretch out countless hands, grabbing his thoughts and flocking to nowhere.He dreaded the feeling of losing himself.

The moment he touched the communicator, a bland good night instantly seeped into his blood, pushing every cell to the deepest part of his brain.

"Good night." David said softly.

Unfortunately, he didn't sleep well that night.

The soundproofing effect of the dormitory was really bad, he could vaguely hear someone crying and yelling in despair, they were obviously far away, but they cut his brain nerves one by one.

Most importantly, that voice sounded youthful.

"Damn—" David sat up from the bed with a bang, put on his uniform, and walked out with a baton in his hand.

The voice came from the cell on the fourth floor. Although most of the people locked up here are not easy to mess with, they have always had "taste".

David's so-called "taste" of course means that they will not be as annoying as the prisoners on the first to third floors, and their behavior will be exaggerated and annoying.

The sound was intermittent, sobbing, and there was a sound of collision. Of course, David knew what these lunatics who had nowhere to vent their anger in the middle of the night were doing.

The cell where the sound came from was getting closer and closer, and David was even sure that the person being raped must be a child.

The light of the flashlight swept over, and suddenly the door of the cell beside him trembled, and an elegant voice spread in the darkness.

"You shouldn't be here by yourself so late."

David turned around suddenly, and saw a figure leaning against the iron railing and looking at him.

In the darkness, the other party's fair skin and those green eyes made the atmosphere slightly ambiguous amidst the eerie.

Don't talk to him, don't talk to him.

David reached out and touched his ears, only to realize that he didn't have a communicator.

"I asked you today, you should not be a real prison guard. Why didn't you answer me?"

Turning around, David continued to walk towards the place where the sound came from. He knew that he shouldn't meddle in his own business, but if this continues, the ravaged young man may die!

"Leave him alone, trust me."

I believe you?The image of him stuffing his subordinate's fingers into the opponent's mouth appeared before David's eyes.

Believe you, and then you cut off your fingers?David sneered inwardly.

In the end, he still walked to the cell.

The crying still didn't stop, and the man's rough breathing became clearer.

The baton was striking against the iron bars, making it extremely loud in the entire space.

"Fucking is enough!" David imitated Mark's roar, and the prisoners in the entire row of cells woke up, lying on the iron bars to watch the excitement.

The man in the cell had already entered a state of ecstasy, moving in and out vigorously, it seemed that the harder the young man cried and cried, the more pleasure he got.

"I tell you to stop, can't you hear me!" They were too far away for David to use his baton.

The prisoner in the next room laughed: "Don't worry about the two of them, it's like this every night. If you can't sleep, come in and let me refresh you!"

David ignored him. The young man looked at David tremblingly, his eyes filled with tears, and he opened his mouth with difficulty: "Save...help me...he will kill me..."

David's heart tightened. He didn't have the key to enter the cell, so he pulled out the gun at his waist and pointed at the other party: "If you don't stop! I'll shoot!"

Who knew that the man strangled the young man's neck all of a sudden, blocked him in front of him, and walked to the iron fence step by step.

"Shoot, Mr. Prison Officer."

Only then did David see his face, which was terrifying.

The young man's hand stretched out from the fence, and his frail and helpless appearance made David approach him step by step until the other party tremblingly grabbed David's muzzle, "Please...don't shoot...he would strangle me..."

Just as David was thinking about what he should do, the young man suddenly twisted David's wrist and dropped the gun to the ground.

And the man who strangled him stretched out his hand and drove David over, hitting the iron railing with a bang.

David struggled, the man's strength was too great, just when David almost broke free, he was pulled back by the other party, his back pressed against the iron railing, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape.

"You fucking let me go!" David reached for the baton at his waist. What he didn't expect was that the young man held his hand, pulled out his baton, and threw it aside.