Doomsday city

The church on Sunday is peaceful and warm.

Young Esses was sitting on a bench, her brother was holding her mother's hand and listening to the pastor's prayer.

Every week she goes to church with her family, and her father joins in if he has time, but he is too busy.

In fact, Esther was not interested in the prayers or Bible stories that the priest said. She only liked the stained glass windows. When the sun pierced through the glass, bright colors would bring life to the collage. The figures seemed to come to life, dragging around the church Brilliant shadows playing with angels on the murals, Esther loved to see those.

"Oh, Essex, did you like today's story?" At the end of the service, the church members chatted and expressed their condolences to each other.

The pastor came to Esses, and he touched the girl's head.

"I like this," Esther pointed to the colorful shadows on the ground, "and this." And the angel on the wall.

"This painting depicts heaven, Esses," the pastor smiled kindly, and he knelt down to be at the same height as Esses. "Good people will eventually return to the embrace of God. These angels are guardians. They will follow every day." souls who have descended into the world, and give them blessing and guidance."

Esther looked at the pastor in puzzlement, and then turned her gaze back to the wall, "What about this?" She pointed to the bottom of the painting, where a raging fire was burning on the surface, where there were only cracked ground and people walking in pain, "Is this also heaven? ?”

"No, child, this is hell," the pastor shook his head and said, "Hell is a place where Satan and demons live. It is full of evil and violence. If someone does something very bad, the angel will disappear. Instead, demons." He tried to direct Essus to look toward heaven, but the young girl stared straight at hell.

"Do bad boys go to hell?" Esther asked innocently.

"If you make a mistake, but admit it and atone for it, you can still go to heaven. Only people who have sold their conscience to the devil will be punished. They are destined to be with the devil. Oh dear, this is terrible. I think we should stop this topic." The pastor took Essus by the hand and led her outside the church.

In the bright sunshine, my mother was chatting with several neighbors. Cary was standing on the grass. His fair skin seemed to be coated with a halo, just like the angel in the painting.Esther stopped, and the pastor looked at her suspiciously, "What's the matter, Esser? Your mother and brother are right there."

"Priest," Esses stood under the shadow of the priest, shrouded in shadow, "I saw that demons can also look like angels." She slowly raised her finger and pointed at Cary, who had an innocent smile. Boy, take away everything she should have. In Essers' eyes, Kari is Satan.

"Would you like some more scented tea?" The expensive teapot was handed to Esses, and the hot steam was reflected in her pupils.

"Thank you." After regaining consciousness, Essers pushed out her teacup, and she lowered her head slightly, feeling incredible.

Soft velvet carpets covered the entire cell, various famous paintings were arranged on the walls, and the iron railings were covered by gorgeous curtains. If it wasn't for the prison uniform, Esther thought she was having afternoon tea at some rich family.And that rich man is none other than Mabel Jonny, an internationally renowned modern artist.

"Biscuits?" The slender and knuckle fingers dragged the glass plate, which contained black walnut handmade biscuits.

"Speak quickly, Miss Johnny, my time is precious." The black-haired woman sitting next to Esses was extremely impatient. She was wearing a prison uniform and a white coat over her head, like an attending physician in a hospital. Her black hair was tied neatly behind her head, her fair face had a trace of tiredness, and there were light dark circles under her eyes.

"Sorry," Mabel smiled and put down the glass plate. Her long reddish-brown hair was braided and placed on her left shoulder. Her honey-colored skin was smooth and delicate after absorbing the sun. The low-cut dress with lace design made her even more sexy. "I invite you The two of you came here to apologize for your recklessness last time, and this matter is indeed my fault."

"Really? This is the sincerity of your 'apology'? Threatening us to join the party by 'solving' Cindy? What do you really want?" Vinoa put her arms around her chest, the worse her attitude became, the more Mabel's smile became Splendid, Essers lowered her head in embarrassment, she was also invited for some reason, and she had no right to say no.

"To be honest, I'm actually a bit timid," Mabel poured a cup of tea for herself, and looked up at Vinoa, "Oh, I don't mean timid to ghosts, but A timidity of fear of the unknown, I think you understand me, Miss York."

Vinoya tapped the table with a spoon irritably, and signaled Mabel to continue with her eyes.

"At the end of each month, my housekeeper Felix will arrange several art appraisers to interview me. The outside world is very interested in my works, especially after I am imprisoned, this abnormal status makes them more willing to collect," Mabel's voice was a little lazy, and it sounded like she was talking about irrelevant topics, "But what I care about is that no one has come since last month."

"That proves that you are outdated, Miss Johnny." Vinoa commented succinctly.

Esther was very nervous. She had never heard Mabel attacked like this, not even the media.

"It's impossible, Miss York," Mabel kept a perfect smile, and her demeanor didn't change because of the bad words, "Even if all the artists in the world slander my work, those with beauty and eyes can't give up I, because they know, my work is the most soulful, and it is impossible to forget once you have seen it."

"You are sick," Vinoa cursed in a low voice, her eyes were like looking at a patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital, "Your narcissism is almost paranoid, Miss Johnny, what you need now is someone to point you in the right direction." Wake you up, or simply let you fend for yourself, anyway, you can't be saved."

"Of course, Miss York... No, I will keep Dr. York's words in mind, but I assure you [-]% that what I just said is absolutely true, and I can forgive you for being a layman in art and not understanding the realm of pursuing beauty," Mabel nodded gracefully, as if to accommodate Vinoa's recklessness, "But I think you should focus on not being in contact with the Hellship from the outside world, instead of focusing on my 'illness', right?"

Vinoya took a deep breath, sat up straight and leaned against Mabel, "What do you want?"

"I need a person who can protect my health and is very knowledgeable about medicine," Mabel held up the flower tea cup and paid respects to Vinoa, "and that person is you, Dr. Vinoa York."

Esther secretly glanced at Vinoa, her expression was very serious, her tightly wrinkled brows did not reduce her charm, on the contrary, she had a sense of melancholy beauty, her light dark circles made her look haggard, but her eyes were sharp Abnormally, her scrutiny has always been full of oppression.

"I want to listen to the complete information, not your one-sided words. If you think you can win me over with a few words, then you are wrong, Miss Johnny." Vinoa refused to let go easily, she seemed to understand what Mabel said What does 'cowardice' mean, and the health and life-threatening considerations.

Mabel didn't answer immediately. Her silence made Esther raise her eyes, and the two immediately met their gazes. The deep amber color was like the most mellow wine, and the strong taste made Esser tremble all over. She couldn't see through Mabel's eyes. smile, only felt that the impact was cold and reserved.

"You don't need to worry too much, Miss Johnny." Vinoa noticed Mabel's eyes and said disapprovingly, "If you had a secret, you wouldn't invite Eli to the party. Now that everyone has come, it means she It's part of the plan, so why should you hold back? It's good for both of us to be honest."

"Yeah, you're right, I apologize for my actions, Miss Eli," said Mabel, maintaining her good manners, nodding to Esther with a smile, "as Dr. York said, I was 'planning' , and this 'plan' is a matter of life and death, of course, the premise is that what I predict will happen."

"It seems that you know something." Vinoya's tone was no longer irritable, but straightforward.

Mabel nodded gracefully, and said with a smile: "Before I lost contact, my butler Felix asked the art critic to forward a letter to me." She took the white envelope from the table, "This report is in focus It may not be an important thing in the news, but Felix obviously wants to tell me something, and you can read it."

A picked newspaper was handed to Vinoya.

Esses clasped her hands nervously, her eyelids trembled constantly, and the picked up newspaper gave her a very bad feeling.

After reading the newspaper, Vinoya's face was serious. She was silent for a full 2 ​​minutes, and finally put the newspaper on the table, "Damn, I knew it would be like this. It must not end so easily." Vinoya's murmur made Esther Si fidgeted, she took the newspaper carefully.

——Severe spread and transmission can easily lead to strong complications...

——The patient suffers from vomiting, diarrhea and persistent high fever...

- Schools and public places...

- Red blotches on the skin.

"Just like Herno." Esther's face was pale, and the symptoms displayed in the newspaper were almost the same as the global flu that broke out six years ago.She was very impressed. That year, the school was closed for several weeks, and the flu 'Heno' spread rapidly, even threatening to cause death. At that time, the news kept reminding people to wear masks and wash their hands frequently when going out. It made Heno more rampant, and many children died suddenly because of that flu.

It was a disaster.

"Yes, Miss Eli, although the medical profession does not call it 'Herno's flu' but 'summer flu', but its similarity to Herno's cannot be ignored," Mabel nodded slowly, her amber eyes staring straight at Looking at Vinoa, "Heno, which broke out at that time, mutated into a more serious infection in just a few months, but disappeared without a trace in the spring of the following year, and then did not reappear in five years. Now," the fingertips with sharp knuckles reached In the paper, her voice was sure, "It's back."