msmithbooks Chapter 578 Summoning
Chapter 578 Summoning
Chapter 578 Summoning
New York, Rikers Island Prison.
At night, all kinds of noises and strange noises filled the whole prison.
As the largest prison in New York City, Rikers Island Prison also houses the largest number of criminals in New York.
There are more than 1 criminals in custody. Of course, there are suspects awaiting trial, but most of them are criminals who have been convicted. Showcasing the freedom and diversity of America.
Looking after so many criminals is a dangerous job even for the prison guards at Rikers Island Prison.
After all, the criminals who end up at Rikers Island Prison are not little white rabbits.
The kindness and beauty of prisons only exist in movie fantasy, in real time, prisons have never been a beautiful place.
Once there is a slight slack, riots will appear.
"Have you heard?"
Standing at the gate of the prison, listening to the wailing and howling of criminals, a prison guard with a crumbling hairline turned his head and said to the black prison guard beside him.
"...the mayor said he was going to close Rikers Island Jail within [-] years."
"Shut down Rikers Island Jail, he's crazy?!"
Hearing the news from his colleagues, the black prison guard immediately showed an expression of disbelief.
Rikers Island Prison, as the prison with the largest number of criminals in New York City, how could it be closed as soon as it was said, and what to do if these guys behind him were locked up.
"Who knows, but I heard that the reason given by the mayor is that there are reports that the number of prisoners in New York City has declined and the law and order continues to improve. Therefore, the New York government believes that this is the most appropriate time to close Rikers Island Prison."
Shrugging, the prison guard with a worrying hairline recounted what he had read in the newspaper this morning.
"I think they all value the land of the prison, just for the money."
In this regard, the black prison guards were noncommittal.
Rikers Island Prison is not only the largest prison in New York City, but also represents huge interests. It is not far from LaGuardia Airport, the nearest prison. If the city government can win the 420 yuan of Rikers Island Prison With more than one hectare of land, it will be a big project for the expansion of the airport.
"The prison guards' union will not agree to this decision."
There are unions in everything in the United States, even prison guards have their own unions.
After all, they don't come to the prison to serve as prison guards for any righteous reason, purely for money.
In the United States, a high-consumption country, once money is left, it means that the whole life is over.
Therefore, the purpose of trade unions is to protect the rights of workers, which is simply money.
Of course, the existence of trade unions is not entirely positive.
Many industries in the United States have lost everything due to the toughness of the labor unions. The most representative one is the automobile industry. Because of the excessive strength of the labor unions and unlimited welfare requirements, the entire automobile industry in the United States has suffered a huge blow. .
It can be said that the auto industry unions are the cancer that brought down the American auto industry.
"Someone is visiting the prison."
While the two guards were killing time discussing the possibility of Rikers Island Prison being closed in the future, a voice from the walkie-talkie interrupted their interest.
"What number?"
Hearing the words on the walkie-talkie, the black prison guard smacked his mouth, and then pressed the call to ask.
"number 9554."
From the intercom, a concise number came.
"9554?"
However, the black prison guards seemed a little concerned about this number.
"The one named Parker Robbins?"
"Parker Robbins, the Brooklyn serial killer?"
On the side, the hairline prison guard couldn't help but say something.
As prison guards guarding a prison with thousands of people, they can't remember the names of all criminals.
The reason why the name of Parker Robbins is so clear is naturally because of the crimes he committed, even in a prison like Rikers Island Prison, which is extremely rare, and Parker Robbins himself looks thin and There is a huge difference between violent and tall criminals in the traditional sense, so prison guards are so concerned.
"I heard that guy is a super criminal who masters witchcraft. He was caught by the defenders of Hell's Kitchen and sent to Rikers Island?"
Frowning, the hairline prison guard thought about the various rumors about Parker Robbins, and then said.
"If Parker Robbins is really a super criminal who masters witchcraft, how could he still be imprisoned by us? He has already escaped from prison."
The black prison guards obviously didn't take what their colleagues said very seriously.
"Perhaps you are right."
Hearing the black prison guard's rebuttal, the hairline prison guard couldn't help but nodded.
After a few more conversations with the hairline prison guard standing guard, the black prison guard walked into the prison behind him under the urging of the walkie-talkie.
It is naturally impossible for criminals with more than tens of thousands of people to be held in one prison.
In this case, it will not only put great pressure on the manpower of the prison guards, but once a riot occurs, it will become a disaster that is difficult to suppress.
Therefore, within a large prison such as Rikers Island Prison, each is divided into about 10 prisons to separate prisoners of different genders and ages.
Many low-risk prisoners have dozens of people in the same cell, and a room has as many as 50 beds. These prisoners with minor crimes are stuffed in the same room like sardine cans.
Of course, this is the treatment of these low-crime prisoners.
A dangerous person like Parker Robbins who has dozens of lives on his body and is extremely criminal.
Rikers Island Prison did not dare to put him in the same room as ordinary criminals. In fact, Rikers Island Prison would take extra care of these prisoners with serious crimes and detain them in separate and narrow prisons. In the room, try to reduce the time these guys spend communicating with each other as much as possible.
Even, if possible, even the so-called visiting time in front of him, the prison didn't want to give Parker Robbins.
It's a pity that due to the excessive praise of human rights and freedom, even prisons have become popular in recent years.
Therefore, even for a heinous existence like Parker Robbins, the prison must protect his rights, including the necessary surveillance rights.
bang bang!
"Be quiet!"
Passing the aisle of the prison where all kinds of dangerous criminals were detained, the black prison guard slammed on the railing and yelled at the criminals who kept making strange noises in the prison.
"Parker Robbins, you're here again."
Ignoring all kinds of curses coming from the prison, the black prison guard stopped at a narrow prison door, and saw Parker Rowe through the narrow iron window on the prison iron door, where only his eyes could be seen. The figure of Binns writhing in the shadows.
"What is he doing?"
He yelled at Parker Robbins in the prison, but found that he ignored his yelling.
The black prison guard couldn't help turning his head and questioning the patrolling guard.
"Who knows."
Shrugging, the patrolling prison guards obviously didn't know about Parker Robbins' situation.
Of course, this is normal, after all, there are so many places in the entire prison that need to be patrolled, and it is impossible for him to stare at Parker Robbins.
"Parker Robbins, get ready for the visiting room!"
Hearing the patrolling prison guard's answer, the black prison guard nodded in understanding, stretched out his baton and knocked hard on the iron door of the prison, and at the same time put his hand on his waist to signal the patrolling prison guard to open the door.
Squeak!
Under the watchful eyes of the black prison guards, the patrolling prison guards opened the iron gate of the prison where Parker Robbins was. It was only then that I noticed that the walls in the prison room of Parker Robbins seemed to be densely covered with something.
"I'm ready."
However, before the black prison guard carefully tried to see what was written in the cell.
The figure of Parker Robbins came to the door of the cell, blocking the sight of the black prison guard.
Click, click!
Taking out the handcuffs and handcuffing Parker Robbins' hands again, the black prison guard turned his head and glanced at the iron door of the cell that was closed by the patrol prison guard. Robbins walked towards the visiting room step by step.
……
"You're here at last, Parker!"
Prison, visiting room.
John King looked at Parker Robbins on the opposite side of the bulletproof glass, with a forced smile on his face. It was obvious that he was suffering a lot while waiting for the second prison visit.
Looking at Parker Robbins in the visiting room, John King reached into his shirt, revealing the journal.
"I've got the log, so how do I send the log to the prison for you?"
"You don't need to give it to me."
Sitting on the chair in the visiting room, Parker Robbins looked at John King across from him, and gave a meaningful answer.
"what?!"
Facing Parker Robbins' reply, before John King's expression changed, he suddenly felt his chest lighten, and the place where the log was originally hidden was now empty.
Reaching out to touch the jacket where the log disappeared, John King looked at Parker Robbins in the visiting room with a look of astonishment and shock.
"In fact, when we met, I already had the log."
Silently said something to John King in front of him, got the diary he wanted, and Parker Robbins didn't seem to have any plans to stay in the visiting room any longer. request to return to prison.
……
Bang!
Back in the cell, with the harsh closing sound of the iron door, the light in the room was once again occupied by darkness.
Sitting on the bed that was only as wide as one person, Parker Robbins heard the footsteps of the patrolling prison guard getting farther and farther away until they disappeared, and then slowly reached into the collar of his jacket to hide the journal hidden on his body. 3 Take it out.
"Haha, Parker Robbins, you are really in a mess now..."
As Parker Robbins' eyes fell on the journal 3 in his hand, a faint eye symbol began to flash on his forehead, and at the same time, the voice of [Bill Cypher] sounded in his ears.
"Help me, [Bill Cypher]!"
It wasn't until this time that the expression on Parker Robbins' face began to change.
After being defeated by the defenders, burning the Red Hood and being imprisoned, the reason why Parker Robbins has never shown a look of despair is precisely because he still holds the journal 3 in his hand, and he knows that [Bill Cypher's strength can definitely help him get out of this damn prison.
"I've helped you once, Parker Robbins."
Facing Parker Robbins' request, [Bill Cypher]'s tone was a little casual.
"This time it's you who screwed up everything yourself."
"I know, but [Bill Cypher] we had a deal, if I have been locked in prison, how can I help you complete the content of the deal."
"..."
"It's a really big problem."
The words of Parker Robbins seem to have succeeded in convincing [Bill Cypher].
Its voice pondered for a while, and then spoke under Parker Robbins' nervous eyes: "Well, Parker Robbins, I have to admit that this is a bargaining chip that I cannot refuse. In order to make the deal If it can be successfully completed, I agree to your request and make an exception to help you again..."
Parker Robbins felt relieved after hearing 【Bill Cypher】's answer.
And as [Bill Cypher]'s voice fell, the blinking eye symbol on Parker Robbins' forehead gradually dimmed, and at the same time, the Journal 3 in his hand began to flip automatically without wind.
All kinds of weird supernatural patterns emerged from the diary that kept turning over. These are all kinds of supernatural creatures recorded in the diary. Parker Robbins seemed to see traces of a missing page among the many pages. The reason for the quickness was that he wasn't sure if what he saw was real, or if he simply misread it.
Before I had time to think about what I saw before, as the diary flipped, on the wall of the cell where Parker Robbins was, the weird words he wrote during this period began to flash a faint red light, in the center of the text A triangular pattern appeared on the position of the eye mark that was exactly the same as that on his forehead.
The eyes on the pattern blinked for a moment, and the words in these cells seemed to swim like life in an instant, being absorbed by the eyes of the triangular pattern like a whirlpool.
boom--
In the prison cell, a dazzling red light flashed away.
With the disappearance of the red light, the writing on the cell wall disappeared, replaced by a strange red hood on Parker Robbins.
"Now, it's your turn, Parker Robbins."
Raising his palm, feeling the powerful power of regaining what was lost, a smile just appeared on Parker Robbins' face.
Immediately afterwards, the voice of [Bill Cypher] sounded again.
Click!
In the next second, with a crisp turning sound, the tightly closed iron door of the cell opened.
"Finish the rest of our deal, haha..."
(End of this chapter)