William, who had nothing to do, finished his breakfast and drove to Bilton Prison near New York. When he arrived at the prison registration office, he showed the special invitation he had prepared on Sunday.
The prison guards only checked if William had any dangerous items on him before letting him, who was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, into the execution room.
As soon as he entered, he saw Rupert Meeker, who was trembling in fear, Meeker's chief prosecutor, Nick Reese, and some ordinary people who were invited.
To be honest, William really thought that these ordinary Americans who came to watch the execution were typical examples of people who had nothing better to do. They actually accepted the prison's invitation to watch the process of someone else's death.
He looked at the dozen or so men and women with serious expressions and tense bodies in amusement. He hoped that these people wouldn't be scared to the point of peeing their pants.
After a while, the warden walked into the execution room and said to Meeker, who was fixed on the cross bed, "Rupert Meeker, do you have anything else to say?"
"Yes, yes, sir. I have something to say. Of course, I have something to say." Meeker suppressed his fear and stammered while trembling. "I, I have to admit that ten, ten years ago, I did something wrong. I, I shouldn't have mingled in the gray society, and I shouldn't have followed that villain Clarence Dobbie to that poor man's house.
But I swear to God, I am guilty. But the person who should be lying here today shouldn't be me, but Clarence Dobbie, because he killed that woman and child.
And I'm just a pitiful person who hid in a corner and didn't know what to do. Now all the evil has fallen on my head, and the real murderer is out there, so I refuse to accept it. "
After saying that, Meeker stared at Nick Reese and said, "I curse you, Nick Reese. You're not an angel, and you're not the embodiment of justice. You're just a villain who ignores justice and facts for your own reputation.
You'll go to hell like me because you let people who deserve to die go, but sent people who don't deserve to die to the execution table. As God is my witness, everything I said is true, Nick Reese. I'll be waiting for you in hell. "
"Hah, there's such a show?" There was a tradition in the United States that prisoners on death row had to undergo psychological counseling before they could go on their way. It was best for the people on the execution platform to finish their lives without any resentment.
As the person who had been cursed by Mick, Nick Reese immediately became the center of attention. Everyone followed Mick's gaze and looked at the black-faced Nick Reese. Luckily, his face had always been black, so no one could see his current expression. However, it was true that it had gotten darker.
Nick Reese didn't care about other people's gazes, but how could he not feel troubled after being cursed so viciously? If what Mick said was true, then he would be the one who let the real culprit go.
But on second thought, wasn't it normal for the people he had sent to prison to hate him? Wasn't it normal for them to want to annoy him before they died?
Therefore, Nick Reese quickly ignored Mick's words and turned to look at his colleague. Seeing that she was a little nervous, he asked with concern, "Sarah, if you're not feeling well, you can wait for us outside."
"It's okay, Nick, I'm fine." Sarah Lowell forced a smile and shook her head to indicate that she was fine. "I've been working for you for more than ten years, I'm no longer a rookie.
Also, you told me that lethal injection is a painless death. It's like the prisoner has fallen asleep. There's nothing to be afraid of. "
Looking at Sarah's pleading eyes, Nick could only say, "Alright, since you insist, then so be it."
He turned around, but he felt a little strange. Sarah had been working for him for more than ten years, but today was the first time she had volunteered to watch an execution.
But at this moment, other than being puzzled, Nick couldn't find anything suspicious.
Just as he was thinking, a figure flashed across his mind. When he turned around to talk to Sarah, he saw a person wearing a mask and a baseball cap in the back row from the corner of his eye.
Over the years, Nick had attended all the executions of death row criminals he had caught. Of course, he had seen all kinds of people who came to watch, but he had never seen anyone wearing a mask and a cap to cover their face.
Thinking of this, Nick couldn't help but turn around and look at William who was sitting in the last row.
In just a moment, Nick could tell that this person was very young. He was wearing handmade clothes from head to toe, and his watch was worth more than a million dollars. He couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Rich young people like him wouldn't be bored enough to watch an execution ceremony.
Just as he was about to ask his colleague about William's identity, he heard the warden say to the prison guard, "Time's up, let's begin."
"God." Robert Mick, who was tied to the crucifix, looked at the lights above him and listened to the prison guard's movements. He knew that he didn't have time.
He looked at everything around him with infatuation and muttered with a terrified expression, "Forgive me, I should've stopped everything that night. Forgive me, forgive my cowardice, Mr. Shelton."
With a click, the prison guard used the key to open the execution machine. Then, with the warden's nod, he pressed the switch.
Everything went according to the established procedure. With a squeak, the machine began to automatically inject the lethal substance into Rupert Mick's body.
According to the usual procedure, Mick should've slowly fallen asleep and died in his sleep. But all of this changed when Clyde Shelton started to take his revenge.
"Ah, ah, ah." Mick, who was supposed to be unconscious, suddenly let out a terrible cry of pain. His hands and feet, which were fixed, began to struggle violently. Veins popped out all over his body, and his eyes were red. This process took a full three minutes before it was over. In the end, Mick's entire body began to ooze dark red liquid.
"God." The people who were watching all stood up in fright. Some of the ladies were so scared that they cried. The prison guards and men at the scene quickly escorted these people out.
Sarah Lowell, on the other hand, was vomiting as she rushed out of the execution room.
In the end, only the two prison guards who were watching Rupert Mick, the warden, Nick Reese, and William were left in the room.
William's lips curled into a mocking smile. On Sunday, William could easily find clues that others didn't know. Sarah Lowell, who ran out just now, was the main reason why Clarence Dobbie could be exonerated.
After Clarence Dobbie was caught, his subordinates not only threatened the forensic doctor who investigated the scene, but also found Sarah Lowell's boyfriend.
In the end, under the cover of the forensic doctor and Sarah Lowell, who was the assistant of the chief prosecutor, Nick Reese, a lot of evidence of Clarence Dobbie's crimes were rejected by the judge at the time because it didn't conform to the procedure.
In this way, Clarence Dobbie, who should've been executed, was only sentenced to ten years as an accomplice because of insufficient evidence.
And Shelton's wife and daughter really died, so Rupert Mick was treated as the main culprit. Otherwise, the case wouldn't have been closed.
So, Sarah Lowell deliberately came today. After seeing Rupert Mick's miserable state, she was so scared that she almost vomited.
No, she was definitely scared. But more than that, she felt guilty and guilty.
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