Doomsday city

"Wow, little girl, you'd better step back, or the steel will hurt you." The soldier with the gun stopped Ingrid who was trying to leave the room. He pointed the gun at the guest with one hand, and whispered to his companion jokingly, Several guard men stared at Ingrid ambiguously, and one of them whistled at her.

Frieda was lazily lying on the sofa and flipping through magazines. To be honest, those beauty publications did not arouse her interest. A pair of sea-blue eyes moved from the fashion week photos to the stalemate people not far away. Inge Li stood straight in front of the door, while the group of soldiers blocked the woman's way one after another.

"Hey, you shouldn't bully a girl, especially a daughter like Ingrid, she has never been humiliated like this, you will make her cry!" Frieda said with a straight face, "Please, she Just looking for a friend, maybe you know where Esther is? Or where did you take her?"

"I don't know what nonsense you're talking about," the soldier with the gun put away his smile and said in a bad tone, "Listen, we didn't kidnap your friend, if anyone disappears in this house, it must be Jason Lehman Fuck, that old guy always does some disgusting things."

"Shut up! Mike," another man in camouflage shouted softly, "You talk too much."

Frieda raised her eyebrows and hunched over the arm of the sofa like a cat.

"This makes me a little curious, if he wants to do something 'disgusting' to Esther, I don't think the doctor will agree," she frowned distressedly, and said, "Wait, someone Do you know where the doctor is? I mean our doctor—Vinoa Yorke, hey! And Frankenstein and the artist, wow, our friends disappeared, and Ben didn't come back after being taken away by the old woman, he There should be no accidents, right?"

"It sounds like your accomplices are all locked in different rooms," Mike sneered a few times, and said, "I remember Red Scorpion brought you here, how did she convince you? There are sumptuous dinners and 24-hour security here ? You have been deceived, there are only prisoners controlled by the old immortal, that's it."

"Mike!" The soldier in camouflage uniform was even more dissatisfied, his wrinkled face looked like crumpled waste paper.

"Look here! Look at them!" Mike shook his hair irritably, "This is already the third batch of refugees, and I believe more seekers will be tricked! My God, I didn't know there were monsters out there What's more terrible, the world of the world, or the old guy who eats people in it, both sides are fucking terrible!"

"Don't forget your sister, Mike," the soldier in camouflage uniform warned coldly, "We are all in danger, remember? You'd better keep that big mouth shut, or you'll end up like that boy Maori. Hope someone gets scorched by the electric chair."

"Hey!" Frieda jumped up excitedly. She ran up to the soldier like a hamster, aiming at her gun barrel without any fear, and said with a smile, "I heard the electric chair just now? You mean the treatment of mental patients?" That kind of electric chair? Or the electric chair for executions? Oh, it seems that this is not the Love Hotel, but some kind of... trap?"

Mike stared at Frieda silently, never answering a single word.

"Don't do this, I promise not to say anything." She made a gesture of the cross on her mouth.

"Please go back to the sofa and lie down, or sleep on the bed like last night. If you are hungry, I will ask Gina to send some sandwiches." The soldier in camouflage uniform pointed to the double bed by the window in the room, and said seriously: "And Take your sick young lady away, she won't want to stand here protesting all day long, we won't let you step out of this room, don't even think about it."

"You heard it too, Ingrid, we are under house arrest in a room full of men, only you and me, helpless and pitiful staying here," Frieda seemed to be terrified and hugged her arms tightly, and then Holding Ingrid's shoulders and pulling her back, "Those guys want us to be obedient and obedient like little rabbits."

Ingrid let Frieda press her on the edge of the bed, her mutated bright red left eye was hidden behind a bandage, only light gray eyes were exposed, looking listless, like a soulless person or a soulless doll.

"I'm going to kill them." Ingrid spoke for the first time since she stepped into this house. She spit out low, cold words with a calm, to be precise, stiff face, and her speech would definitely not be Useless curse, she really wanted to smash the watchdog's head.

"Calm down, okay?" Frieda patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Although I wanted to turn the heads of those guys, especially the fat ones in camouflage uniforms, I held back. Remember the story about 'counting one to ten in your head when you feel the urge', yes, you should count too, it will make you... er, relax?"

"Before they do anything to Esther, I want to find her." Ingrid stood up straight like a robot, and was immediately pushed back to the edge of the bed forcefully by Frieda. Her strength caused Ingrid to sit deeply go down.

"Maybe we should wait for the doctor?" Frieda blinked, feeling that her statement was out of style, so she changed her mind and said, "No, we should wait for the doctor to deal with the aftermath. You know, my approach is more straightforward. If there is a war, I will need The doctor finds a car for me and prepares food and weapons, I don’t want to worry about the details, it’s like when I travel abroad, I just pay and get in the car, and I don’t have to worry about anything else.”

"Coward." Ingrid glanced at Frieda and said coldly.

"I don't want to be angry with you, really, and I don't have much self-control, so don't try to irritate me," Frieda smiled at Ingrid friendly, and there was a warning that only prisoners could understand behind that smiling face, "At least Things aren't too bad at the moment, huh? We've got housekeeping and watchdogs, just watch around, it won't be too long, I promise."

……

After Charlotte received the sandwiches from Gina, she immediately closed the door tightly. The soldiers at the stairwell said sternly that they could not lock the door, so she restrained herself from pressing the lock.

"Very well, the next evening," looking through the window, the orange-orange sunset just happened to fall on the lawn in the front yard, "we had another weird day of being depressed, watched, fed and drunk, and Vinoa was still comatose , Damn, how long is she going to sleep?"

"Maybe a kiss from the prince will wake her up." Mabel picked up the sandwich and tasted it, and had to say that the food here is a bit standard. "Or you give Dr. York a kiss? Remember if it's a true love kiss." She laughed Some are malicious.

"Why don't you try?" Charlotte said angrily.

Mabel shrugged, "I'm not the doctor's true love, and I don't know where her true love was taken by the red scorpion." She put the sandwich she had bitten into on the plate, stretched her waist, and said, "Maybe she Killed? Or locked up somewhere? Just like us."

"Maybe it's worse, I have a bad feeling." Charlotte said with a frown.

She paced back and forth in the room, finally knelt on the edge of the bed and looked at Vinoya's sleeping face.The doctor looked paler than last night, her chapped lips were slightly pursed, and there were thick dark circles under her eyes. Her small breathing made the quilt slightly undulating, and the picture looked almost dead.

Mabel stared out of the window with his forehead, the gatekeepers were taking turns, four big men stood on the grass and talked, and then two tired men handed the guns to the other two, and only the wind-blown Treetops, and indistinct abandoned buildings in the distance.

The world seemed to stand still.

……

"Where's everyone else?" Benny asked, sitting at the slightly wider dining table.

"They are all exhausted, dear, I ask Gina to arrange a comfortable room for them, and they will not have dinner with us for the time being," Mrs. Rosa said while folding the napkin, "Of course, Gina will help you Friends of mine prepare rich food, just as we eat."

At this time Gina brought the marinated salmon salad to the table.

"Gina, are the other guests okay?" Mrs. Rosa took the fork and asked.

"Yes, ma'am, I prepared beef sandwiches, and the guests are very satisfied." Gina said respectfully.

Rosa smiled very warmly, just like Benny's real mother. Although his memory of his mother was quite vague, Benny also had a good impression of Rosa, "Don't worry, my dear Benny, although Gina is not The best chef, but she is the best maid, she always makes the guests happy."

Gina brought the bread and soup to the table one after another. There were only Benny and Mrs. Rosa in Nuoda Restaurant. The luxurious furnishings made everything look unreal, as if they were filming a movie or a designed picture.

"Excuse me..." Benny felt that the atmosphere was too oppressive. He stopped the knife for slicing salmon, and looked directly behind the main seat. There was a family portrait hanging on the fireplace, "Is that...the child of Mrs. and Mrs.?"

Mrs. Rosa cut the salmon gracefully, and she slowly forked the fish into her mouth, as if she didn't hear Benny's question, and continued to eat calmly, but her silence made Benny's whole body chill.

Mrs. Rosa, who was always smiling and patient with him, deliberately avoided Benny's questions.

Benny turned his eyes back to the family portrait. In the picture, Mr. Lehman was wearing a calm black tuxedo. Sitting on an antique chair in an elegant royal blue dress, she smiled softly, and she could read the taste of happiness and sweetness from her curved eyes.

Standing among them were children about fourteen or five years old.

Benny wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl. The child had an unusually delicate face, skin as white as milk, a pair of eyes clearer than mint, a firm and small nose, and lips as red as cherries.Wearing well-fitting trousers, the fabric and color are not as tough as a boy's. The soft goose yellow makes the temperament more light. Coupled with short white shoulder-length hair, no one can accurately answer the child's gender.

It could also be said that the child's endowed beauty transcended the definition of gender distinctions.