The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

“Zivatanijo, a small town in Mexico, about twenty miles from Highway 37 and Pulayaçu, and about a hundred miles from Acapogo on the Pacific coast. Do you know how Mexicans describe the Pacific Ocean?” Andy said.

Reed shook his head; how could he possibly know after spending so many years in prison?

“They say the Pacific Ocean is a place without memory, so I’m going there to spend the rest of my life. Red, in a warm place without memory.”

“Zivataniho, I want to run a small hotel there. Six cabins on the beach, and another six closer to the road. I'll hire someone to take guests fishing by boat…”

"Oh! No, I don't have that much money to do those things. It seems I'll have to make some preparations after I get out of prison." As if he had thought of something, Andy scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

He suddenly realized he didn't have much savings, after all, he had been in prison for so many years and hadn't had much opportunity to earn money. So, if he wanted to realize his plan, he needed to find a way to raise enough funds first.

He had previously promised Li Qing $800,000 as a reward, but the account he used to launder money for Norton only had a little over $800,000 left. After giving Li Qing the $800,000 reward, there wouldn't be much left.

Therefore, after being released from prison, Andy needs to find a way to make money as soon as possible, and then use the money he earns to realize his plans.

"Never mind that for now. Reed, there's a large pasture in Bucksden. Do you know where Bucksden is?"

“Buxden? I know that place, it’s somewhere near Scarborough,” Reed said.

“That’s right. There’s a stone wall on the north side of the pasture, just like the stone wall described in Frost’s poem. There’s a birch tree next to the stone wall, and at the bottom of the stone wall under the birch tree, there’s a piece of volcanic rock glass. Under the volcanic rock glass, you’ll find what I’ve prepared for you.”

"Red, never give up hope." With that, Andy turned and left.

"I'll be waiting for you in Zivataniho!"

......

One morning a month later.

Andy wore a brand-new, well-tailored dark gray suit, buttoned up his shirt collar, and tied a fine tie. His hair was neatly combed and exuded a faint fragrance. His eyes were firm and confident, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a composed demeanor. He wore a pair of black leather shoes that were polished to a shine.

He pulled a leather suitcase from under the bed, inside which were chess pieces he had been carving for many years, and the Bible containing the stone hammer.

At 6:30, the cell door opened precisely on time. After taking one last look at the cell where he had lived for more than a decade, Andy picked up his suitcase and strode toward the door. His steps were steady and powerful, as if he were walking toward the gates of freedom.

Walking through the dark corridor, Andy stepped out of the prison gates.

......

Under the watchful eyes of the prisoners inside the prison.

Andy slowly walked out of the heavy iron gates of Shawshank Prison, the sunlight warming him. He took a deep breath; the air was fresh, a stark contrast to the stale stench of the prison cells.

Andy slowly opened his arms, feeling the gentle breeze caress his cheeks, as if a bird that had been imprisoned for many years had finally regained its freedom. At this moment, Andy's heart was filled with joy and emotion.

Outside the prison, a black sedan was waiting. The driver got out and opened the door for Andy.

Before getting into the car, Andy looked back at the prison and saw Red and others who had come to see him off in the crowd.

Goodbye, Reed.

......

Inside the car, Li Qing sat upright in the back seat. The moment Andy stepped out of Shawshank Prison, the long-lost system notification sound rang in his mind.

"Congratulations, host, for completing the world mission: stop Andy Dufresne from escaping from prison. You have been awarded three chances to win a prize from the system."

From 1947 to 1966, a full nineteen years, Li Qing finally completed his system task.

Andy got into the car, and it slowly started moving. He glanced back at the prison, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

......

As the black sedan drove away from Shawshank Prison, Li Qing took out a brown paper bag from his spatial ring and stuffed it into Andy's arms.

"Andy, you should know what's in here. I'm leaving this to you."

"The Lord's judgment will come swiftly."

Andy looked at the brown paper bag in his hand, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light flashed inside the car, and Andy instinctively covered his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found that only he and the driver were left in the car, and Li Qing, who had been sitting next to him, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?" Andy asked in surprise.

"I don't know! That golden light was too dazzling, I couldn't see it clearly," the driver replied, equally bewildered.

"......"

"The Lord's judgment will come swiftly... The Lord's judgment will come swiftly..." Andy murmured to himself, his head bowed, his eyes somewhat unfocused, as if he were lost in his own thoughts.

Andy continued, “The Lord’s judgment will come swiftly… The Lord’s judgment will come swiftly…” His voice grew louder and louder, then stopped abruptly, as if he had understood something.

"Could it be that Mr. Li Qing is the angel sent by the Lord to save me, and at the same time to judge Norton?" Andy asked softly.

Andy took a deep breath and looked resolutely out the car window. He knew there was still a lot to do.

......

The day after Andy left Shawshank Prison, the prison alarms went off.

Under the escort of two guards, Ulmore, the mastermind behind the murder of Andy's wife, was imprisoned in the Fifth District jail.

On the second floor of the cell, Reed looked at Urmor with a glint in his eyes.

......

That afternoon, while Umo was working in the laundry, several burly prisoners suddenly appeared in front of him and forcibly dragged him into the laundry warehouse.

Emmo was terrified, but he was unable to break free from their grasp.

Upon entering the warehouse, Umo's nightmare began. The prisoners beat him mercilessly, each punch causing him excruciating pain, each kick making him feel dizzy. Umo tried to cry for help, but only weak sounds could escape his throat.

Moments later, a bloodcurdling scream echoed from inside the warehouse. The sound was filled with despair and agony, chilling to the bone. But soon, the scream ceased abruptly. He had lost consciousness and collapsed in a pool of blood.

After a long time, the prisoners finally left the warehouse.

The guards arrived late. They had heard Ermo's screams, but knowing the danger of the warehouse, they dared not approach.