Doomsday city

Esther's art grades have always been poor, and she was even left with a comment by the teacher in the final assessment—lack of imagination.

There was only one bed in the four-person cell, and Esther was standing in the corner holding an iron bucket in her hand.The strong smell of blood made her want to vomit, Essers could only squeeze her lips tightly, she could not dirty the artist's most important studio, in front of her eyes, the woman who was hanged upside down was unconscious from the pain, but she was not dead yet, the ups and downs The chest proved that she was still alive.

It is undoubtedly a gift from God to die at this time, Esther thought in her heart.

"Would you please bring me the saw, Miss Eli." A sweet voice came from behind the hanging woman. The soft voice was slightly lazy, and even the request was irresistible.

Essers took out a saw from the iron bucket, and slowly stepped forward to walk around the hanging woman.

What catches the eye is the shocking picture, which has the honey-colored skin after absorbing the sweetness of the sun, smooth, delicate and full of vitality. Her jaw line is beautiful, and there are no flaws in the curves of her body. A pair of amber eyes are as pure as crystal clear , when she pushed back her long red-brown hair, her inadvertent actions exuded strong magic power, sexy, casual, and natural, like a goddess in a fairy tale world, sacred and inviolable, and like a devil in the dark, dangerous and deadly.

Mabel Johnny, is 'creating' with blood all over her body.

"Thank you, Miss Eli." Mabel smiled politely, and she behaved like an elegant lady, but the next moment she raised the saw and chopped at the arm of the hanging woman with precision, and the blood sprayed on Esther in an instant Ruth's prison uniform, and Mabel's sculpted face.

"Hmm!" Hastily covering her mouth, Essers almost spat out.

"You know, Miss Eli," Mabel's smile remained unchanged, she sawed the woman's arm back and forth, and chatted with Esther in a flat tone, "I've been thinking, what is the so-called 'beauty'? Is it a work that the master has devoted his whole life to, or a bronze statue that has been carefully crafted for a lifetime, or a messy installation, or a random splash of bright colors?"

Boom!With a bang, the severed arm fell to the ground.

"Until that day I understood." Mabel bent down to pick up the fallen arm, handed it to Esses, and said with a smile, "What I appreciate is the beauty of the body after the death of life."

Esther held her breath, suppressing the urge to scream, resisting the thought of running away.

"The body that the soul has lived in will leave traces of its existence after it leaves. These bodies are fat or thin, beautiful or ugly, with deep eyes or flat lips, just like nature carved rocks, with incomparable The power of rejection, and these 'materials' will gradually mature over the years," Mabel threw his bloody arm back to the ground, and picked up the saw again, "and my job is to show these 'materials', using my Talent and creativity, giving them new value, this is the beauty I recognize."

Esther looked at the Hanged Woman silently, and when Mabel sawed off her arm, she died completely.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Blood was still dripping from the sharp blade, Essers' eyes were red, she saw Mabel smiling gracefully, as if they were sitting at the long table drinking afternoon tea and talking about some irrelevant topics.

This kind of leisure is the most abnormal.

"I accept your silence, Miss Eli," Mabel turned her eyes back to the 'material', she licked her dry upper lip, narrowed her eyes and said gracefully: "Our lady can't wait any longer."

Esther has no appetite, she hasn't eaten for two days.

"Hey, are you sick?" Frieda asked while sitting beside Esther's bed, watching her back.

Essers didn't respond, she hid under the quilt and refused to get up, except for drinking water and washing her hands these days, she shrank in bed, even if she wasn't sick, she would have problems if she lay down for a long time.Ever since the 'art exhibition' ended, Esther hadn't spoken all day. Although she didn't talk much at first, she would at least react somewhat to Frieda's harassment, unlike now.

"Please, Esses, you have to face the reality," Frieda shook her shoulders, leaned into her ear and said, "Mabel has been on the Hellship for a long time, unfortunately you were transferred here, this cannot Change, now she's locked on to you, but it doesn't mean you're 'material' for her next move, so don't be so depressed, I mean, what does it matter? We're all life inmates, we're going to die here .”

Esther's eyes closed did not mean she was asleep, on the contrary she was awake.

"You are a prisoner on death row, Miss Frieda." Esther responded softly.

Frieda laughed heartily when she heard that, "Yes, I forgot."

Esther sat up, only feeling dizzy, maybe hypoglycemia, but she had no appetite at all.

"I've got an invitation to a tea party," she murmured with her head down, pulling out a letter from under her pillow, "from Mabel Jonny." Cindy the postman gave it to her the night the exhibition ended.

"So you're scared? Do you think Mabel is going to kill you? Oh, no, it should be 'creating' you?" Frieda put her hands behind her back and looked at Esther lazily, "Oh, don't be stupid , Mabel will not 'create' again in the short term, she is not me," Frieda raised a bright smile, "to become her 'work' must wait for her to have inspiration, it will take time, but I can do it anytime, anywhere Kill people, because I'm not an artist, but a broken neck, right?"

Esther didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"So you mean, I should attend?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Essers frowned. She actually asked the serial killer for his opinion?She must be really dazed.

"Of course, this is an opportunity to meet talented artists. Not everyone has the honor." Frieda nodded sincerely, her eyes full of anticipation. "If possible, can you bring me there? I mean, look at us For the sake of friends? Please, she is my idol!"

Essus was about to roll her eyes, but she politely held back.

"I don't know, after all she only invited me." Essers didn't want to offend Mabel, which is not a good thing.

"Oh, when did the Esther I know become a coward?" Frieda wrinkled her face exaggeratedly, and the next second she approached her, and whispered in her ear: "You have the guts to kidnap Miss Feng Lie, don't you?" Dare to take me to tea? Isn't that justified? Esther Eli."

"Shut up!" Esther pushed Frieda away abruptly, and she fell off the bed unsteadily, "You offended me!" She made it clear last time that Frieda's sarcasm was a kind to her. Offended, not everyone can face the past calmly, at least Esther is very evasive, even resistant.

"Sorry, sorry," Frieda smiled instead of anger, she waved her arms as if joking with Esses, "Don't be angry, Esses, I mean no harm, really, I swear." She pointed With a sincere expression on her chest, Essers knew she did it on purpose.

"If you promise not to mention 'those' again, I will take you to the tea party." She deliberately emphasized her pronunciation to let Frieda understand what 'those' she was referring to, and to express the seriousness of 'those' to her.

"Okay, I promise!" Frieda nodded sincerely, and sat upright in front of Esther, "I, Frieda, will never bring up the 'those' things that made Esther Eli guilty, if I If you mention it, you will die badly."

Esther's eyelids twitched after hearing this, she thought Frieda was disgusting, because she would have died badly, it was the same as not taking an oath, but she knew that the other party was a cunning guy, and besides that, she was a murderer. The broken-neck demon who blinked, she still couldn't figure out the reason why Frieda didn't kill her.

"Hey, say something? I've already sworn my oath." Frieda smiled while leaning on Esther's leg.

Essus didn't respond, but slipped the letter into Frieda's hand and lay back on the bed.

"Hmm," Frieda opened the letter, read it carefully, and said, "Dear Miss Eli, I sincerely invite you to attend the afternoon tea party in two days' time. Miss Cindy Ann will show you the way at the glass door of Building C." , I wish you all the best and peace, MJ." Frieda raised her brows, stroking her chin with her fingers, as if she was thinking about serious issues.

"Oh! My God! This is terrible!" She suddenly jumped up excitedly, lying on Esther's back, and wailed, "What to do! Esser, I don't have clothes for the tea party! Look Look at me! This prison uniform is dirty and ugly, how can I have the face to attend Mabel's tea party! I will be ashamed!"

Esther was dizzy from being shaken by her, and sat up helplessly, "Then don't go." She was serious.

"How can I do it!" Frieda shook her head vigorously, "Maybe I can go buy some clothes, I mean, it's easy to do things with money, that's right, just do it!" She lifted her bed sheet, and the bottom was full of ID cards .

You don't need to think about it, those are poor people who died under Frieda's hands. Their bodies were taken away by prison guards, but their ID cards were not recovered. Frieda didn't need to do labor services at all. The cards she collected were enough for her Live a whole year without any worries, this is her so-called easy way to make money, you can have anything you want with just one twist.

Thinking of this, Esther suspected that her neck was not broken because she was too poor. After all, Frieda would not get any benefit from killing her.

"Hey, Esther, what about you? You should also buy some clothes, right? Or do you want to wear crumpled and dirty prison uniforms?" Frieda asked very seriously, holding a lot of ID cards, "You don't want to wear a prison uniform, do you? It's Mabel Jonny's tea party. She used to be a high-society kid. I'm sure she spent most of her life spending leisurely afternoons in elegant and high-end restaurants. You don't want to attend like this, you'll regret it."

"Thank you for your concern," Esses sighed, and put the quilt back on. "If you don't disturb me, I will be more grateful to you."

Frieda blinked, her eyes, which were like the bay of the sun, were shining softly, and she slightly raised the corners of her lips.

"Best dreams, Esther."