Doomsday city

It's the second day.

Outside the window, the fine snow turned into a blizzard, and Esther knew clearly that this was the second day of her kidnapping.

Kidnapping, Essers repeated and tasted the word carefully with the tip of her tongue. She was very familiar with it. The police, judges, families of the victims and prisoners in the prison often reminded her—you are a kidnapper!Yes, she is the daughter who kidnapped the person in charge of Gift, that beautiful woman who is as beautiful as a high-end doll in a kitchen cabinet, with delicate skin like ceramics, long golden hair like sunlight, and mysterious but gentle iron-gray eyes── Ingrid Vonlie, until now she still remembers the furnishings in that cruel attic, as well as the stuffy and unventilated smell.

The smell of corruption.

"Oh, that's great," the open door brought snowflakes and cold air into the room, and the woman in a mountaineering winter jacket threw goggles and a woolen hat on the hanger, splashing the melted ice water on her body, "the outside area It’s almost a meter of snow, it seems that I don’t have to patrol every day, it’s great, I can finally have a vacation.”

"Kunna! My God! Is there another patient here, please? Close that broken door!" A famous old man was lying on the sofa, his bushy beard was as white as the snow outside the window, and he stretched himself three times A pure wool quilt, and waved his cane angrily, "Oh, look! This is my daughter Kunna Greco? Can I tell those old guys that it should be my son, Kunna Greco, not my daughter!"

"Father, no one would name their son Kunna. If so, I'm glad I'm a woman, not a man with a girly name, ha!" Kunna took off her coat and hung it by the kerosene stove. I will definitely do this when I come back from patrol. I will dry my coat for patrol the next day. Obviously, this habit has nothing to do with whether it is a routine or not.

"Shut up! Kunna, give me a glass of warm water, I'm dying of thirst by talking nonsense with you." The old man sat up with difficulty.

Kunna went around and poured a glass of water for Esther who was sitting by the window, and when she handed it to the old gentleman, she put her eyes on her, "You don't need to look at it, I didn't see any rescuers when I came back from patrol just now, and it was so heavy and snowy No one is stupid enough to come out now, unless they want to turn into ice." She raised her chin, motioning Esther to close the old curtains.

Esses complied, and for her who was kidnapped—that is, the hostage, Esses had a pretty good life here.Her hands are free, her clothes are warm enough, and her three meals are fairly warm. Although they are only canned food and hard bread, Esther feels that she is not a hostage when she has enough food, but like a guest at a friend's house she is not familiar with. , if it weren't for the chains on her ankles, she would really be in a relaxed mood.

Yet everything makes sense.

Esses watched Kunna help the old man back to the sofa, then got up consciously and walked to the kitchen.

She knew that Kunna gave her a high degree of freedom based on her extraordinary self-confidence and terrifying armaments. Those pistols, shotguns, and machine guns placed in any corner of the living room, the grenades placed on the TV cabinet, the pocket knife hanging on the key hook, etc. There are animal traps thrown around, Esses is not sure if there is a rocket launcher in her car, but what she can see in the room is enough to make her 'safe', at least she has not acted rashly and was bombarded by the other party Thoughts in her head, unless she was willing to give up her right foot to get rid of the chain, she better be a good boy.

"Hey." Kunna leaned against the door frame with folded arms and looked at her.

Esers suppressed the panic in her heart and sliced ​​the half-month-old toast, then put the toast into a frying pan with a cold face and heated it slightly on the lowest heat. If there was no soup at night, Kunna allowed the toast to be dried with precious gas It's not hot, so it doesn't hurt your stomach, this is a rule she made, and Ethers readily accepts it.

"It seems that you have remembered what I said, huh?" Opening the cold refrigerator, it should be regarded as an alternative locker at this time, Kunna took the cream and placed it on the table, staring at Esses leisurely as she baked the toast Crispy, put it on a plate and serve it to her, "As a hostage—a prisoner, you seem to be comfortable? Should I ask? Are you used to being kidnapped and used as a bargaining chip?"

"No one is 'accustomed' to being kidnapped." Esses emphasized her tone and looked back at Kunna.

She shrugged, "My fault." The question was a bit offbeat, but who knew?Is there any so-called 'normal' in the world after those rotting corpses can walk?At least Kunna Greco didn't think so.She rudely scooped up a lump of butter with a spatula. The light yellow mass couldn't melt due to the low temperature, and stuck to the deformed toast like a tumor, "Oh...whatever...you can eat it anyway." She Some fidgeting with the spatula.

"May I ask?" Esses saw Kunna gobbled down the toast, her eyes signaled her to speak directly, "The purpose of arresting me is to exchange for food?" She heard her voice trembling and hesitant, But she felt it was time to speak up before the situation was too bad.

Kunna chewed the toast and waited for Esther to continue.

"I think you are busy in vain, maybe you should consider other..."

"Ahem..." Kunna choked.

Esther clasped her hands tightly, as she usually does nervously, and then she watched Kunna's eyes widen in disbelief, and wiped the cream off her mouth, "Others? Let me go outside to catch other people in the snowstorm Take your place, send you back, and say to your friend 'sorry for catching your teammate, but she's worthless for breakfast cereal so return it'? God, are you out of your mind or are you just a Fool?"

Esses slumped her shoulders like a deflated ball, and left the kitchen with her back behind Kunna.

Old John didn't sleep, and when Esses walked back from the kitchen to the living room in embarrassment, she happened to meet Old John.Those cloudy but still sober eyes stared at her, then moved their mouth a few times as if they were chewing something, and said to Esses: "I heard what you just said, I apologize to you for Kunna She's just a rude guy," Old John didn't speak to the hostage in a vicious tone, on the contrary, he was like Esther's elder, accompanying the bewildered child with the patience that an elder should have, "But I can assure you, Kunna meant no harm." Apparently Old John didn't see Esther's calf stabbed by the trap.

Esses lowered her head, she knew that Kunna was listening behind the wall, "I just don't want you to get hurt, I mean...they, my teammates are not normal," looking at the shells and shells in the room. Guns, Essers can't let Vinoa and the others take risks, maybe Kunna said they want to change food, but who knows?At least the room full of weapons makes the situation look difficult, "They are not ordinary citizens, maybe they are criminals? I don't know, but they are cruel, and often... often kill people... Kunna would not want to negotiate with them, they And I won't offer anything in exchange for me..." The words slipped on the tip of her tongue, and Esther tasted a bit of bitterness.

Click! ──

A faint fire flashed in the living room, and then the smoke slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth with the acrimonious smell. Kunna threw away the cheap cigarette pack, and looked at the woman curled up on the carpet with her arms crossed, as humble as a hostage begging to be let go , what a real hostage should look like.

"Kunna—"

Old John's yelling was immediately stopped by Kunna's gesture. She stared at Esther seriously, and stepped forward to pinch her jaw to lift her miserable face, "Esther Eli, prisoner for life , One of the suspects in the Gift kidnapping case, the women’s felony prison was transferred to Sanggra Island Prison to serve her sentence,” a puff of smoke fell on her lips, Kunna approached her, and smiled lowly.

This feeling came again, sneering and contempt, Kunna's eyes made Essers fearful.

"Who are the members of your felony group? Vinoa York, Frieda, Ingrid Vonley, Mabel Johnny, the rest of the younger brother should be just ordinary citizens, and the blond chick is also an ordinary person, as for I'm not sure about the one with the short brown hair, is she a criminal?" She had monitored Essers' team and knew the details of those people, Kunna gradually smiled when she saw Esses' astonished eyes, "Surprised? You're all famous guys, there's no need to be shy, trust me, if the world worked, someone would want your autographs, like touring rock stars, and maybe a T- Shirt, those dark fanatics adore you."

"What the hell are you..." Being pinched on the cheek made the words unclear, but Esther's words still showed strong fear.

Kunna raised her eyebrows, "I'm sorry, I'm not your fan, but I'm your follower." She took out the police badge behind her belt and flashed it in front of Esses, showing her white teeth, "Jiere Town It is my pleasure to serve you, Kunna Greco, Captain of the Second Division of the Police Department."

"Forget it, Kunna, those iron prisons can't hold any prisoners, everyone, and those damn rotting corpses, oh, my God, the living should be locked in now, maybe they can live longer," Old John was waving his cane and saying, as excited as he was describing how heroic the young fight was, "Let that child go, you scared her, Kunna, for God's sake stop being so rough."

Kunna was smoking half a cigarette, shrugged and let Essus go, "Okay, Dad, what do you think should be done? Trade her for three boxes of coconut cream cookies? Or throw her out to make a snowman?"

"Or keep her here with you," Old John coughed as if to cough his lungs out, "listen, keep her here with you, Kunna. I won't live long, I I don’t want to see you talking to the wall in heaven after death, don’t deny it! You will!”

"Or I could get a dog." Kunna flicked her cigarette, not caring that the ash would stain the carpet.

"Are you allergic to animals? If not, I'll let you help out on the farm instead of being a policeman. It won't help my farm at all," Old John grunted a few times, throwing his cane on the ground wearily , "That's enough Kunna, that's it, there's no need to discuss it, you better not throw that child out while I'm sleeping, or I'll beat you up with a cane, believe me I will."

Old John turned over to end the conversation. Kunna held her forehead and took a deep breath of the cigarette, then threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.