Doomsday city

The raindrops dripping along the umbrella surface wet the skirt of Esther's black skirt.

The pastor in the Qing Leng Cemetery was mourning for the dead, relatives and friends were weeping around the coffin that was about to be buried, and Esses stood at the front of the crowd, looking at the woman in the coffin, her mood was unusually calm.That was her mother who had raised her for 19 years, wearing her favorite purple dress, with lace patterns embellishing the neckline and sleeves, like her calm and low-key personality but still elegant. The corners of the mouth were slightly pursed, looking serious and dignified.

The eulogy ended, and the atmosphere was as low-pressure as dark clouds in the sky, dense and breathless.The priest beckoned those who wanted to say goodbye to the deceased, and several elderly women held rhododendrons, the only flower her mother could adorn while she was alive.

"Oh, Agatha, my dear sister," the lady clenched her handkerchief tightly, tears trickling down her cheeks, "you don't have to worry about Cary, we will take good care of him, oh, and Esther, so don't worry Well, you don't need to miss us, everything will be fine." After she finished speaking, she gently placed the azalea by the dead man's hand.

Then there were some relatives whom Esther had seen but were not very familiar with. They didn't say much, but just put the flowers beside her mother. Finally, the pastor looked at Esther, "Please say goodbye to Ms. Eli, she Will be back in the arms of God, I think you will miss her very much, so that you don't have any regrets, you can kiss her on the cheek and tell her that you will be fine."

The breeze mixed with the smell of mud, the rain had stopped, but Esses was holding an umbrella, she slowly turned her head to look to the left, her father had a straight back, today he was wearing a black suit, a black gentleman hat on his head, and the hat was pulled down Along the eyes that people can't see clearly, but from the tight lip line, it can be seen that he is in pain.

"Cary? Aren't you saying goodbye to your mother?" the pastor asked, standing at the other end of the coffin.

The man who was named trembled. He walked forward slowly under everyone's gaze. His tall figure was undoubtedly the most eye-catching in the crowd. He was young and full of talent, and his pair of emerald green eyes revealed his longing and ambition for the future. , his soul is full and positive, unlike Esther who hides in the shadows.

"Kari," said the silent father. He stood beside the man and looked down at his mother, "Kari, you don't have to hold back your sadness. I don't think she will blame you for crying at this time." His father's words were like a spell. Just after he finished speaking, the young man suddenly burst into tears, and even lay down on the edge of the coffin and held his mother's hand tightly.

Esther heard the sound of water coming from the top of the umbrella, and it was raining again.

The cold, clammy breeze blew across her face, and Esther was not crying, nor was she in the mood to cry.Seeing her brother crying and lying in front of her, she wondered if she should shed a few tears to express her condolences to her mother, but she didn't, her legs seemed to be rooted in place, and she couldn't get up just two meters away. Before, like a bystander.

Contemplating this funeral in silence.

"Hiss—" gasping for breath, Essers watched the dark red blood ooze from the belly of her index finger.

She frowned and put down the assembly parts, flicking her fingers.

"You were cut? Be careful, these plastic sheets are very sharp." Frieda, who was sitting next to Esses, raised her head and smiled, ignoring the other party's resistance, she took her injured hand and closed her mouth with her fingertips.

Esther was dumbfounded. She felt the stinging wound being wrapped between the warm lips and tongue, and the moist touch was slowly rubbing along the fingertips, gently and cautiously. She stared at Frieda with wide eyes, and the other party lowered her eyes Eyes, eyelashes dragging slender shadows under the light, trembling slightly.

"Ah," a low voice came from her throat, and Frieda pressed Esther's resisting arm with one hand, with a bright smile, her water-blue eyes bent into crescents, and she wagged her fingers as if Esther was a mischievous Ghost, she gently warned the other party not to mess around, "Haven't you heard that saliva is the best disinfectant?"

"Thank you for reminding me, I can do it myself." Esses lowered her voice, she wanted to withdraw her wrist but the other party refused to let her.

"Don't be like this, Esses, you are my only friend in Building C, I don't want you to be angry about this little thing." Frieda didn't let go, but pulled her closer to her, deeply He frowned, as if he felt aggrieved by being misunderstood.

But Esther could see the smile in Frieda's eyes.

"I'm not angry," she responded calmly, and reiterated, "Not really."

"That's good," Frieda let go of her hand. "You know what? It would be stupid to break our friendship over such a trivial matter. I mean, what's the matter? I just came from I just don't want my friends to get infected with plastic, do they?" She shrugged, and it was true.

Esther continued to work silently. In fact, she knew that Frieda did not regard her as a friend. She just came to register, and she didn't even say hello to the other party, but Frieda talked enthusiastically and non-stop, and finally sat down beside her, obviously there are still so many empty and comfortable corners in the processing factory.

"How many do you think we have to assemble to eat?" Frieda asked casually, but it didn't mean that she stopped working at hand. On the contrary, her speed was very fast, and every part was assembled in place, at least for now So far she hasn't had to read the assembly manual or take it apart and start over.

Esses lowered her eyes and applied adhesive to the plastic sheet at hand. She wanted to keep silent, but Frieda's eyes were too strong, and finally she had to bite the bullet and reply, "If you want to fill your stomach, I will Assemble 120 by the end of the hour." That way she gets paid and buys a decent plate of pasta at the restaurant.

"Hmm," Frieda withdrew her gaze, and said softly, "But Essus, you are too slow, now there are only 10 minutes left before the end, and you have completed less than half of the amount, it seems that you will be hungry today , or you could buy two slices of toast? You should have some money left, right?"

Essus slightly slowed down the assembly speed and did not respond.

"Actually, you don't have to work so hard, Esther, isn't there an easier way to feed your stomach?" Frieda took apart the assembled parts one by one, her eyes were full of smiles, like a bay in the summer sun , "We can't be so honest, maybe 20 years of boring work can be exchanged for a house outside, but in Hellship, who would spend 10 minutes to buy a plate of pasta?"

"I will." Esses put the assembled parts on the conveyor belt.

Frieda looked at her quietly from the side. After a long time, she suddenly threw all the parts at hand into the air, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! That's right! Esther! You will! Oh, I forgot that you and others Prisoners are different, yes, you will finish your work in order to earn food and food, and then continue to live the same life tomorrow, yes, how did I forget? This is you, Esses."

She hugged Esther tightly with open arms, and smiled happily in her ear.

"Do you know? You are special," Frieda's voice was extremely sincere, just like the look in her eyes, always clear and direct, "A normal person like you appeared on the Hellship? I really want to I don't know what went wrong, but," she hugged the other party's shoulders, and said softly, "Only children like us who are favored by Satan can see that you are innocent."

"Enough!" Esther pulled Frieda's arm away vigorously, and she swore that the other party's strength would definitely crush her, "You have satirized me enough, please stop here, this approach is very Bad." She wouldn't be on the Hellship if she wasn't guilty, and she wouldn't be making those mistakes if she was normal.

"Hey, Esses, I'm sorry to offend you by saying that, but I swear I didn't mean it." Frieda waved her hands in a panic and shook her head. Her expression was very regretful, and no falsehood could be heard between the lines, "You know , a perverted murderer like me is really not very good at talking, but I really didn't mean to be sarcastic, I mean, can you forgive me? Look at our friendship?"

Esther pursed her lips tightly, looking into Frieda's clear and innocent eyes.

Beep! ——

The loud bell broke the silence, and Esses got up and left the workshop. She didn't want to have any more contact with Frieda. This was all her wishful thinking that the two were friends. In fact, she never took the initiative to talk to Frieda.Esther hurriedly walked across the aisle and was blocked by a group of prisoners.

"Get out of the way! There's nothing to see!" Prison guards yelled from a distance, and several prisoners leaned against the wall to make way.

Esses also leaned her back against the wall, and saw three prison guards pushing the hospital bed past, she was driven to look at the hospital bed out of curiosity, and she was so frightened that she was covered in cold sweat.A female prisoner's chest was soaked in blood, because after a while, the blood turned dark brown, and her fingers were severely twisted as if someone had broken them off one by one. What was even more frightening was her head, whose entire neck was turned 180 degrees abruptly. Lie face up in the hospital bed.

"Evil!" The prisoner standing beside Esses couldn't bear the visual impact, and kept retching while covering his mouth.

Esther's temples were throbbing continuously. She held her breath and watched the "victim" leave. At the same time, she saw the ID on the chest of the deceased.

—Connie Olison.

"Mom, someone died again? Who is it? Which cell?" There were vague discussions around.

"It seems to be Connie? No way? Is it Connie?" The surprised voice attracted the attention of nearby people.

Essus walked away quickly with her head down, she knew that the person lying on the hospital bed must be Connie Allison, and she also knew that the person who broke her neck was Frieda, who was still beside her just now begging herself Forgive the lunatics.Suddenly, she remembered the conversation she heard in the bathroom yesterday. They asked the lion and the lion, who would die?

Is it Connie the boxing champion or Frieda the Broken Neck?

Esther unlocked the cell, and couldn't help but think—isn't the answer obvious.