Chapter 32 get out of prison

When Maud heard footsteps in the corridor, his hands involuntarily clutched the bars of the cell.This has happened five times since he was sent to death row years ago.During this time he had cultivated a feeling of hatred which had reached a painfully acute point. This hatred was vented on the man who was now approaching the cell.His name was Oliver, the warden of the prison, and he was accompanied by two guards.The visitor's face was solemn, but there was something in his expression that made Maude's whole body chill. His expression was as false as the undertaker's trying to appear mournful in front of the bereaved family.

Maud braces for the worst.His self-taught skill and repeated appeals had made him famous and legendary, but now his luck was almost over.The warden stood by the cell door, and it seemed to Maud several minutes before he spoke. "The court has dismissed your final appeal, Maude, and I just spoke to the governor on the phone, and he has refused to consider a final stay of execution. The time is scheduled for tomorrow morning, I'm afraid." "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!" sniffed Maud, "I see you happy for the first time since I came here. Every time you announce a moratorium, I can see that you are upset.Well, I'm not going to cringe and beg, or beat my breast, or give you any satisfaction, I'm going to be original, original, and get out of here. "

The warden turned and left the cell.The two guards, Jeffrey and Wayne, stayed behind.They all liked Maud, but there was nothing they could do but keep silent.Silence, they thought, was the best course of action before the execution. "I'm sorry for you, Maud," said Geoffrey courageously. Maud remained calm and calm, only his hands gripping the fence showed his inner excitement. It's four past five in the afternoon.The execution time in the prison was at 6:00 am.Maud had less than fourteen hours left to live.He has relied on loopholes in the law to delay execution, trying to use the power of public opinion to decide that he has suffered enough and spare him the death penalty. published.A year ago, he was a litigious celebrity; now, he is a loser.

Maud sat down, staring straight ahead.The only sound he heard was the flipping of a newspaper—both guards were reading, uncomfortably.Maud closed his eyes and began to think about what the prison had provided him.The pills would be thrown into the barrel, and the poisonous cyanide gas would overflow inexorably, killing him. Before the end came, did his life experiences emerge one by one as expected? Well, if it does, then that psychological film will be unhappy.He once lied to himself, and wondered why he had to spend so long and hard to fight for this life that has always been sad and pitiful?

He has been weak since he was a child, always sick. He often misses school and misses homework because he is often bedridden, either because of pneumonia, or severe allergies, or stomach discomfort.The doctor said it was due to nervousness, but his father diagnosed it as pure and simple truancy, and Maud thought gravely of his father, a grim, never-smiling man, a mechanic by trade, who forced his wife to borrow He drank his sorrows with wine, and hated his sick and weak son.Maud had tried to get his father's attention as a naughty boy, so he'd turned to petty crime, at least that's what the reformatory psychiatrist had told him.His recollection was interrupted by the approaching footsteps of the guards.

"Maud, what would you like for dinner? You can order whatever you want. I know the rule is stupid, and you have to buy it when you can't eat it alone." "Will Olive come here tonight? " The guard looked confused, "No, the warden is off work, and he won't come until tomorrow morning." "I know he'll come tomorrow morning. He's here to oversee the implementation. It's just a duty, nothing else. He really wants to see the pills thrown in." Maud paused for a moment, as if tasting an idea. "Oh, I told Olive that I'm going to get out of prison in a fancy way," he went on, "and first I'm going to order a big meal and eat it all. You can tell Olive that the last meal, It's what I want, and it's expensive! Give me a frog and pork stew, grilled lobster, French fries, shrimp salad, apple pie and coffee. Yes, and some good bread too, let the bad Let the government pay the bill!"

At seven-thirty in the afternoon, the guards brought Maud's dinner to the cell.The guard felt sick to his stomach when he saw these dishes, and wondered how Maud would swallow them! "The catering manager yelled, but he still got it down. I'm sorry I can't do more for you!" Maud said nothing, watching the guard stuff the plate through the small hole.Maude began to eat while the guard went back to read the newspaper. Twenty-five minutes later, when there was a loud gasp from inside, two guards jumped to their feet.They rushed to the cell, and by the time they opened the door Maud was already lying on the ground.His face was swollen and bluish, and he had trouble breathing.

"Wayne, call the doctor and the warden." A few minutes later, the doctor waved away the young guard who was doing artificial respiration, and checked the man lying on the ground.Finally, looking up at the warden, he announced, "All stopped. No pulse, no heartbeat, no breathing, dilated pupils, your prisoner is dead." "Damn! Doctor, how is this possible? He was alive a few minutes ago, and now he's in big trouble. Guess he has a heart attack?" The doctor looks at the nasty warden. "Without an autopsy, it's impossible for me to be sure of the cause of death. However, I'd like to know what happened. All I know is that Wayne called and said, 'Come on, Maud's an emergency!' '" The doctor stared at the dinner plate. The lobster's claws were like two pairs of ugly pincers. He seemed to be pronged by them. The warden was disturbed, and there was a light knock on the office door, and he jumped up.

"Come in! The warden yelled wildly, not bothering to hide the panic in his voice. The sun was high and it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, but it didn't make him feel any better.Maude's sudden death last night has disrupted the routine of the prison.The door opened and the doctor came in. "Ah, doctor, the autopsy is on, how is it? Heart disease?" "No, he didn't die of a heart attack. The autopsy confirmed what I suspected last night. Cases like this, extremely rare, won't be answered by the autopsy alone. All it can say is that he didn't die of anything, important It's his medical records."

The warden was furious: "So, you don't know how Maud died?" "You didn't pay attention, Warden," said the doctor patiently, "I know what killed him, in medical terms, was 'shellfish reaction secondary to angioedema,' or in other words, he Died of a severe allergic reaction as devastating as you can call it," the doctor went on. "You know, Warden, when I spoke to Jeffrey last night, he only knew the results, but When I saw the lobster's claws, I began to wonder what was going on. After you left, I went to the clinic file room to look through Maud's medical records.Then, the autopsy results this morning revealed some facts, such as enlarged heart and enlarged throat. "The warden looked confused: "Doctor, you can't figure it out yourself. "

"Let me put it this way, Warden, Maude wants to tease you and break up your group. He knows he has a seafood allergy to shellfish, and he knows that normal fish is fine, only shellfish, especially lobster, It could have killed him, and he probably knew that nervousness could increase the severity of an allergic reaction. His state of mind, mixed with that last meal, guaranteed a fatal outcome." The doctor paused for a moment, fixed his eyes on the warden, and spoke with sarcasm in his voice. "Warden, don't feel too sad. If you think about it this way, it's as if the state provided him with lobster instead of cyanide for the death chamber."