Doomsday city

There were three people and a neat set of tableware sitting at the silent dining table.

Tonight's dishes are very rich, rich pumpkin soup, cheese beef burritos, tomato meatball pasta and Caesar salad, with bright colors and aromas.The lady at the meal behaved elegantly, like a nobleman in an old movie, with a classic and elegant hairstyle, and a dark dress carefully savoring the food on the plate. Sitting beside her was a tall boy with a childish face, but One can imagine how those charming green eyes will capture the hearts of girls in the future. He uses the knife and fork properly and pays attention to reducing the noise when knocking on the dishes. Opposite him, the young girl has not started for a long time. She With his head down, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and his pink dress looked dim under the dim light.

"Daddy hasn't come back yet." The girl scratched the hem of her dress, her face full of disappointment.

"It must be because Dad knew about your birthday and didn't come home for dinner on purpose." The boy said with a malicious smile after biting half of a meatball.

"No way! Dad wouldn't do that!" The girl raised her head angrily, her eyes filled with tears.

"Quiet, Esther, no noise at the dining table, you know the rules," the lady frowned slightly, and stared at the girl sternly, "Your father got an emergency call from the clinic and went out, I think you all heard it just now, now, Finish what's on your plates, and then go back to your room to do your homework."

Esther pursed her lips tightly. She stared at the food on the table. There was neither apple pie nor colorful balloons, not even a birthday cake.Thinking back to my brother’s birthday last year, all the neighbors and friends were invited to be guests at home. At that time, the living room was decorated with many ribbons and cards, and there was also a spacious table in the yard with a lot of snacks and drinks on it. Finally, my mother brought out a three-story high Fruit pudding cake, the envy of all the kids.

But what about your own birthday party?

"Esther, if you are not hungry, don't stay here. You should make good use of your time instead of wasting your life in a daze," the lady picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully. Her eyes were very sharp, as if Esser What did you do wrong, "I think it's time for you to go back to your room and do your homework. If you can, I hope you can clean up the room. It's as messy as a pig's nest."

"Yes, Mom." Esther wiped the corners of her eyes aggrievedly, but she didn't let the tears flow down.

After turning into the stairwell, she heard her brother talking to her mother.

"Isn't Esther a birthday cake?" the boy asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that the girl would eavesdrop.

"Kari," the lady said softly, with a nonchalant expression on her face, "There is no need to celebrate this birthday party."

Essus knew why Frieda had transferred to Building C.

"Damn it! It's scary, why did you let that guy come over?" The bathroom was filled with water vapor, and the shower curtains in several compartments only half covered it. "I finally executed one, and now another lunatic has come. How can I feel at ease in the future?"

"Those whores don't care about the lives of our prisoners. I bet the old witch of Madonna must be sitting in the office, crossing her legs and watching us kill each other. Remember last year's butcher's night? I don't believe in that fruit knife It was accidentally left in the restaurant, there must be 'someone' who wanted to see the thrilling show, and put it there on purpose." The sound of washing water made the woman's speech blurred, but Esther was next to her shower, So hear it clearly.

"Damn, why didn't anyone tie up those women with abnormal heads?" The sound of the water stopped, and someone came out of the shower, "Why should the death row prisoners be locked up separately from the life-imprisoned ones? Could someone lock up lions and wolf dogs? Together? Don’t you want us to die?”

"But don't worry, now they are locked together by lion and lion," another person stepped out with wet footprints, "Who do you think will die first? Boxing champion Connie or broken neck demon Frieda?" Esther, who was still in the shower, froze for a moment.

"Oh, you are so mean, but that's a good question, I don't know how to compare, because both of them are equally perverted," said the shrill voice with a smile, and they didn't go far, but in the shower chair Sit down, "The boxing champion Connie is the butcher in Building C. Every year, she beats fifty prisoners to death with her fists. But that rookie, I mean Frieda, her action is too high."

"That's a rumor, not very credible." The other party firmly retorted.

"Oh, don't be stupid, did the corpses carried away by the prison guards be specially ordered for rumors? They are not so boring," the woman laughed a few times, and said mysteriously: "I heard that those guys all had their necks broken, If Frieda had a knife in her hand, she would have cut off the heads of those people, this is her style, and none of the people who died under her hands kept their heads."

"Well, you're right, the prison guards won't be bored enough to order corpses, they don't need them at all, because there are fresh ones every day," her statement made another person laugh, "But how long has that child been here? Five days? People have to die every day, I really don’t know how to keep a low profile.”

"So burying the corpse also requires money. I think the prison guards will arrange her with boxing champion Connie to save some trouble. Besides, boxing champion Connie is very resistant, or she can get rid of Frieda for the prison guards. Good deeds." The two gossiped more and more, until they left, Esses walked out wrapped in a towel, and she was the only one in the empty bathroom.

Esther understood a little bit how Frieda made her feel, it was a smile that couldn't be disguised.

She was very happy, completely joyful from the bottom of her heart, in this hellship, in this arena.

"I didn't expect me to be so famous. I'm a little embarrassed." Wiping her hair, she walked out of the shower room. There was another person in the empty bathroom. The freshly peeled boiled egg is lingering, and the thin body does not show strong explosive power. In those eyes that are always full of smiles, Esther can't see any aggressiveness in her.

"Frida?" Esses was so shocked that she forgot to run away, she stood there and frowned slightly.

If she had heard her cellmates talking about Frieda while she was in the bathroom, she believed Frieda herself could have heard it quite clearly.

"Hey," Frieda suddenly came to her, and the distance between them shortened by less than one meter. She could even smell the bath frankincense on each other's body, which had a fruity scent. "This is your first time. Call me by my name for the first time, Esther, I like it very much, your pronunciation makes me feel very comfortable, at least among the people I know, your accent satisfies me the most."

In the next second, Esther pursed her lips and remained silent, and Frieda was also amused by her reaction.

"I don't care what they say, please don't worry about me," Frieda has very clear water blue eyes, like the waves of the secret bay, with the breeze gently lapping on the fine sand, you won't just because of her The eyes are frightening, because the slow sea waves will not take people away, "In the boring prison, there is only so much meaning in talking about gossip. It would be nice if it could become a topic of conversation for them, right?"

Esses withdrew her gaze from her and took a step back.

"You should put on your clothes." She reminded Frieda who was naked, otherwise her gaze would not be right.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Frieda covered her body with the towel she was wiping her head, turned and walked into the shower room, "Did I make you uncomfortable? I thought it would be okay for women to be honest with each other, or do you think my body Ugly? Indeed, there are a few scars that never go away, and it bothers me to be honest."

Esses put on her clothes quietly and quickly, and when she was about to leave, Frieda poked her head out and almost hit her chest.

"Hey, Essex," her eyes were crescent-shaped, with a polite smile on her lips, "have dinner together?"

"Thank you for the invitation, but I can't." Esses lowered her head not to look at those blue eyes.

"It's a pity, you have an appointment?" Frieda was wearing a tight vest and a pair of shorts, standing in front of Esses like a female college student, thin and young, "It's a pity, so next time? I just came to Building C I really have no one to talk to, if you can listen to my troubles, I will be very grateful to you, Esther."

trouble?Essers was covered in cold sweat from fright, she didn't want to know what the troubles in the killer's mouth would be.

"I'm sorry, I should go back." She quickly refused, and when she passed by, she often caught a glimpse of the smile on Frieda's mouth. The smile was intriguing, but she vaguely felt that it was not at all friendly.

Esther was like a mouse running away in a hurry, very embarrassed.

Just when she thought all her troubles were over—

"Esther Eli, this letter is for you." The girl with glasses dressed the same as before appeared in front of her again, and handed a letter in her hand. She saw that the other party hadn't accepted it for a long time, and her expression on her face was astonishing. Impatient, it is inevitable to emphasize the tone: "You better not cause trouble for me, this letter is yours, take it quickly."

"May I take the liberty to ask who the person who wrote the letter is?" Esses was forced to accept the letter helplessly.

"I think the content has a title, can't you read the words?" The girl with glasses said in a distasteful tone, but her expression was calm.

Yes, of course she can read, but she doesn't understand which name MJ is an acronym for.

Obviously, the girl with glasses didn't want to disclose it, so Essers could only go back to her cell and think about it.

— Dear Miss Eli

——It was learned that a prisoner was transferred to Building C due to multiple murders

—— Here to express your concern

——At the same time, remind you that the cell must be locked to avoid unnecessary trouble

— I wish you all the best and peace, MJ.

The same handwriting, the same wording, Esther still can't think of anyone who will write to her, and she is still in prison.

Besides, that person is also watching her, or should she explain her movements clearly?Could it be a coincidence that she was in the dining room, for example, or on the way back to her cell?The unsolvable questions made Essers very distressed, and the inexplicable letter made her even more restless.

"MJ, MJ, M..." Esses closed her eyes and tried to remember all the names beginning with M. To be honest, it didn't take her too long, because she didn't know many people, let alone those who had friendship with her. People can count on their fingers, "Marlene? Melanie? Miria? Moore?" She almost went through elementary school to graduation. A person who might appear here and write to her.

not even one.