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She raised her hand as if nothing had happened, threw the bag to her feet, and kicked it away.

"I'm a little surprised that you found this place. You did it, didn't you?"

Christine stared at Ellen closely, and Ann subconsciously protected her behind her to block her view.

Allen took Ann's hand and told her it was okay.

"Yes." Allen took a step to the side, and admitted generously, without any loss of momentum.

"I want to talk to you," Christine said, lifting her chin, "just the two of us."

Allen looked at Ann.Ann frowned and said to her, "It's too dangerous, you don't know her well."

The girl returned a smile that made her feel at ease, "It's going to be okay, she can come here, it means that she has no intention of protecting herself at all."

Allen said to Christine: "Yes, but you will be searched."

The latter sneered, no objection.

Before Allen went in, An took her arm, leaned close to her ear and said, "Call if you need anything, I'll wait for you outside."

"Okay." Allen said with a smile.

Christine sat unhurriedly, but her eyes looked Alan up and down carefully.

Allen didn't want to talk nonsense, "You instigated Carter to release the zombies, right? Robert really thought it was an accident and kept covering for you."

"How can you say that? He did it willingly, and I didn't force him."

"You like him, right? Is he the one locked up in that room?"

Christine snorted, but didn't answer.

"What are you looking for me for?"

The woman took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, and skillfully pulled out one with her slender fingers, pinched it slightly between her index finger and middle finger, lighted it slowly, brought it to her mouth and took a sip slowly, the white smoke drifted in the air.

Allen frowned, and Christine asked her insincerely, "Do you mind?"

"Never mind." Said as if you would die.Sure enough, she ignored it.

"Yeah, what am I looking for you for?" The woman's eyes were a little misty.

She put down the cigarette, "When I was young, my father committed suicide. Because he couldn't bear the debt and my mother left him."

"He invested half of his life savings in penny stocks that were impossible to make money, thinking about getting rich overnight, but it turned out to be white overnight." Christine shrugged indifferently, "The person who tricked him into buying it was Robert Joseph. "

"Haha, look at your expression, you don't think I'm the protagonist of some bitter drama." Christine smiled a little unsteadily.

She laughed enough before she spoke: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have any affection for that useless man. Except for a sperm he contributed."

"Robert is not my enemy. On the contrary, I recognized him at the beginning. He is obsessed with power like a dog, and he can kill people who stand in his way without blinking. It's just that he is too superficial. All he cares about is The flattery of others, those disgusting compliments."

"Later, he found that the grades were getting harder and harder, and there was a lingering opponent, Watson. To be honest, I was a little surprised when he made that decision, just like I saw that pug lying down all day one day. It's starting to bite."

"But dogs can't change eating shit, that bastard wants to stop, he really thinks this is a brave new world? Naive." She paused, "All I did was to help him release the evil in his heart ahead of time. come out."

Christine raised her eyes at her.

Allen said abruptly: "Are you a very proud person? Otherwise, why would you wear that badge in full view?"

"Oh... You said that." Christine disagreed.

"I didn't think about it at the time, but now I think about it—it was a Nazi medal. Although the appearance was changed by you, the original shape is still preserved."

Christine didn't interrupt her.

Allen went on to say, "You are a hypocrite, you are not as noble as you say you are. You just want to see a good show to satisfy your dirty taste."

"Hmph, so what?" Christine seemed to hear how funny the words were, "How many people worked hard to perform this play well, did you hear them all stretching out their hands pitifully for help? Those eyes made me shudder. I feel so miserable, really so miserable.”

Allen shook his head, "You are more hopeless than Robert. He is just secular garbage, but you are a psychologically twisted monster."

"So you have always been only yourself by your side, and there may have been someone who died on the stage you created with your own hands."

"You think you are in control of everything, but it's just a play to deceive yourself. You don't dare to..."

"Enough!" Christine stood up abruptly and stared at Allen condescendingly.

After a while, he changed to a nonchalant face and sat down again.

Allen had a sullen face and didn't want to say any more.

The woman took out a small knife from her waist, but had no intention of attacking.Allen stepped back calmly towards the door.

Christine watched intoxicatedly as the blood-stained knife plunged into her chest, and Allen ran away without looking back.

"What's wrong?" Ann supported her.

"Go! Right away!" Allen didn't have time to explain, so he just took her hand.

A few minutes later, everyone boarded the helicopter back to the North District.

Even though Alan was sitting in a safe cabin, he couldn't help shaking his left hand until Ann's right hand covered him, warm and powerful.

Allen sighed, relaxed his tense body, leaned his head on Ann's shoulder, and said in a coquettish tone, "I'm tired."

Ann's other hand stretched out, brushed away the hair that fell on her face, and finally stayed on her closed eyes, responding softly to her.

"I'm here."

She kisses her girl.

The author has something to say:

"Everyone who can breathe on this planet is a survivor."