The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

Chapter 238 Umbrellach

“I think someone as neurotic as him shouldn’t be a thief, at least not with a gun. He’d probably jump into the air and shoot at the slightest sound. One night, he went crazy just because a prisoner in another cell was scraping the bars of their cell with an iron cup. He almost strangled me. I think he should be put in a mental hospital!”

At this point, Tommy felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were back in the days when he was cellmates with Umor.

"Before I was released from prison, I shared a cell with him for seven months. He never stopped talking. Every time we talked, he would talk on and on, and I could only listen. If you tried to interrupt, he would roll his eyes and wave his fist at you. He was tall, almost bald, with a pair of green eyes set in deep sockets. He looked very fierce."

“Umor once told me that he had been to many places, committed all sorts of crimes, and even killed people…”

Tommy paused, looking at Andy with a serious expression. "At the time, I thought he was joking, so I instinctively asked him who he had killed. Ummer said, 'I was clearing tables at the club, observing wealthy people to target. I had my eye on someone, and one night, I sneaked into his house, but he woke up, which annoyed me! So I killed him and that slut next to him! The funny thing is, that slut had a husband, and a big banker at that. A big banker became my scapegoat.' Ummer's smile at that moment was absolutely insane..."

“There can be coincidences in the world,” Tommy continued. “But Ummer did tell me the name of the guy he killed. He said the guy was called Green Quentin, a jerk, a rich jerk, a professional golfer. He said he thought the guy probably kept a lot of cash in the house, maybe five thousand dollars, which was a lot of money back then.”

"..."

Grin Quentin!

If the previous points Tommy made could be coincidences, the combination of a professional golfer and Green Quentin cannot be.

And then there's the Ermo Blatche that Tommy described.

Andy also had some recollection of how, before he went to prison, he and his wife would go to the country club for drinks and meals twice a week.

And after Andy discovered his wife's infidelity, he often drank alone there. The country club had a dock for small boats, and in 1947, a part-time employee there quite matched Tommy's description of Ummer. He was very tall, almost completely bald, with deep-set green eyes. When he stared at you, as if scrutinizing you, it made you feel uncomfortable. He didn't stay there long; either he resigned himself, or the person in charge of the dock fired him.

The once calm Andy's face instantly turned red at this thought, veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were filled with anger and resentment, and his body trembled uncontrollably with rage.

How could this not enrage him!

He should have had a bright future and a wonderful life. As an outstanding bank vice president, his career was booming and his future was limitless.

However, fate played a cruel joke on him, subjecting him to so much injustice and suffering.

First, he was inexplicably cuckolded; his beloved wife betrayed him, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to his dignity and self-esteem.

Then, a mentally ill person who appeared out of nowhere murdered his wife, and what he found most unacceptable was that he became the scapegoat for the case and was imprisoned in Shawshank Prison, where he spent a long and painful decade in prison.

This series of blows and injustices filled Andy's heart with endless anger and resentment. He hated the murderer who stole his happiness, hated those who wronged him, and hated this unjust world even more.

Seeing Andy's angry expression and trembling body, Red realized that this was the first time he had seen Andy so distraught in all the years he had known him. He patted Andy on the shoulder and said softly, "Andy, I know this is hard for you to accept, but you must stay calm. Now you know the real culprit in the case from back then. As long as you find that Umor, you can successfully overturn the verdict and clear your name."

Andy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, "I will make sure that real murderer gets what he deserves!"

“Tommy, you just said that guy named Ummer was sentenced to six to twelve years in prison. Isn’t he still in the same prison you were in before?” Reed asked.

"They should still be in Tommas Prison, it's only been four years..." Tommy said uncertainly.

“If Umor is released from prison early, there will be no way to find him again in the vast sea of ​​people.”

"..."

Andy remained silent for a while, pondering to himself, "Now that I'm trapped in Shawshank, how am I supposed to find Umor? Should I really seek Warden Norton's help?" The thought was quickly dismissed as soon as it crossed his mind.

“No! I absolutely cannot go to that despicable Norton!” Andy clenched his fists, his brows furrowed deeply. “That old bastard Norton has no chance of helping me overturn the verdict. I know all the dirty things he’s done; how could he possibly let me leave Shenshock? Asking him for help would only put me in greater danger. I can’t afford to take that risk!”

"..."

“Andy, why don’t you ask Mr. Li Qing for help? He’s the only one in Shawshank Prison who can help you get your case overturned,” Red suggested, seeing Andy’s conflicted expression.

......

The sky above Shawshank Prison was originally clear and cloudless, but in just an instant, the entire sky suddenly underwent a dramatic change.

Boundless dark clouds quietly emerged, gradually obscuring the entire sky. The originally azure sky was replaced by a deep gray, as if a heavy curtain was slowly descending.

As time went by, the dark clouds gathered and became denser, intertwining and churning to form a thick black sea of ​​clouds, accompanied by rumbling thunder, as if it were a roar from heaven and earth.

Rumble!

The thunder gradually intensified, rumbling and roaring, as awe-inspiring as a stampede of ten thousand horses.

Every clap of thunder makes people feel the majesty and power of nature.

The wind began to howl, creaking and groaning against the walls and windows of Shawshank Prison.