Doomsday city

Winoya got the consent of all the staff last night and decided to leave early.

Although Charlotte was depressed because of Frieda's matter, she also calmly accepted the fact. Everyone packed their bags in a solemn atmosphere, and even Red Scorpion rarely put away his smirk. After Mabel came back from Jason Lehman's villa, she often had a straight face. The cage she hated once became the scene of the explosion. The shock and helplessness made her realize the impermanence of the world again.

When she heard the sound of the door turning, Vinoya saw Ingrid walking in slowly through the vanity mirror.

They had a heated argument over Esther's problem. According to Red Scorpion, when Ingrid searched the entire villa and failed to find Esther's whereabouts, she slammed into the wall and self-harmed herself. No one dared to say that Esser was still alive, let alone People are willing to admit that a piece of scorched black bone is the fragment left by Essers. If the Red Scorpion hadn't stepped forward to stop it, Ingrid would definitely be killed immediately.

As for the reason why Ingrid did not take a gun to blow her head off after being dragged back, it is unknown.

"We still have one more day, you'd better go to rest first." Vinoya put the first aid kit into the backpack without looking up. Although she and Ingrid had a tense relationship, she would still worry about each other in accordance with the doctor's ethics health status.

Ingrid approached her silently, grabbed Vinoa's shoulders with one hand and turned her over on the bed. The pale and haggard face was reflected in the doctor's eyes, and Ingrid stared at her red eyes unwilling to be outdone. looking at her.

The two stared at each other strangely. After a few minutes, Ingrid roughly tore off Vinoa's shirt. She pulled out a hidden dagger and slashed at the doctor's shoulder and chest, leaving shocking bloodstains on her fair skin.

"Ingrid Fenglie!" Vinoa didn't dodge, but her tone was full of intimidation. She put one hand on Ingrid's forehead and distanced herself from her. When she looked up, she found that the woman was crying. Biting his lower lip and staring at the doctor accusingly, "Why are you crazy?"

"You asked for it!" Ingrid turned her head away from Vinoa's restraint, and pressed her hands on top of her head, shouting: "You killed Esther! It's you! The murderer! You should do it for me!" Pay the price for this!" The tears were inversely proportional to her anger, the more excited she was, the more tears fell on Vinoya's chest.

"You want to kill me?" Vinoa stared at Ingrid in surprise, "Because I killed Eli, you want to take revenge on me in this way?" She was never afraid of death, but only felt a sense of Ingrid's revenge. I don't understand, if her life can be exchanged for Esses, there may be a motive for killing, but in fact, killing Vinoya can't exchange Esses, it will only make the fragile team collapse even more.

And that's obviously not a wise move.

Ingrid's eyes filled with tears were helpless and pitiful. She couldn't believe that Vinoa would say that. In the end, she could only wriggle her lips and tremblingly said: "I want to live for Esther... I want to live with her Survive..." She said as she lowered her head and leaned closer to Vinoya, and said against her cheek: "If Esses loves you, I should love you too... Esses lives in my heart, I know she is in my heart……"

Vinoya looked at Ingrid in shock, she tasted tears, salty and bitter.

"I will live instead of her, I will live instead of her..." Ingrid pinched Vinoa's jaw roughly in a blink of an eye, and she licked and kissed like a clumsy and eager fool, stirring vigorously with the tip of her tongue as if trying to hurt each other. Touching her lips, he didn't move away until the smell of blood filled his mouth.

The doctor was not happy, her body was cold and stiff, and her brows became even tighter.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Vinoa scolded Ingrid disapprovingly, "No matter how you play it, you can't be Esther Eli, and you can't know Eli's real thoughts. You want to replace her Alive? It's ridiculous, a dead person will not transfer his soul to other objects, unless you are a psychic? Can you let her soul attach to you? Ingrid von Lie."

The biting sarcasm made Ingrid tremble with rage, and she clenched her bloodstained lower lip and took a deep breath with excitement.

"Don't say such childish things again." Vinoya said coldly.

"You are simply more cold-blooded than a monster! Vinoa York," Ingrid said after a few minutes of confrontation, with her shoulders slumped, "arrogant, arrogant, perhaps your strength is based on your extraordinary self-confidence, such you are deeply I am deeply attracted to Esses, but in fact you are a coward! A coward who dare not even face the truth!"

She grabbed Vinoa's hair and said with a sneer: "You should be glad that Essers didn't see through your essence, coward, because there are still people who trust you, love you, and care for you... But look at what you did to her." What? Throwing her in a trap and refusing to help? Ha! That's exactly what you do, Doctor, because that's what you always do with your patients, isn't it? Poison the poor thing, look on, etc to their death."

"Shut up!" Vinoa suddenly turned over and pressed Ingrid under him, and said viciously: "Don't say that you know me very well, in fact you don't know anything. Well, the shock of losing your beloved makes you mentally ill." Chaos, I can tolerate your unreasonable troubles, but don't bully people too much!"

Suddenly, Ingrid's eyes widened. Her bloodshot eyes made her look like a demon. She held the dagger in her backhand and slashed towards Vinoa's neck, but was blocked by Vinoa with her bare hands. Winding down the knife and each other's arms, staining the cuffs and staining the sheets.

Ingrid tried to withdraw the weapon, but found that Vinoa was holding it tightly with no expression on her face, as if she couldn't feel the pain.

She opened her mouth slightly in a daze, but after a while she cried and said, "I'm just scared...I'm so scared...Doctor York...will you protect me? Will you protect me gently like you protect Esther? Please, Don't leave me, Doctor York, I need you, I need you..."

For a moment, Vinoya seemed to see Esses lying in her arms and crying.

With a mental curse, she simply snatched the dagger and threw it far away from the bed.

Vinoya propped herself up and hugged Ingrid tightly, kissed the corners of her eyes comfortingly, and kissed the rolling tears into her mouth until she no longer trembled from fear.Ingrid's body was cold, even though she embraced Vinoya with open arms, her slender body didn't feel warm, instead it was suffocating like stagnant water.Vinoya didn't mind, she wasn't sure whether she comforted Ingrid or Ingrid's true emotions comforted Vinoya.

She would yell, threaten to kill with a knife, tremble and cry weakly.

These are things Vinoya can't do, she is like a cold machine, she is not qualified to show her weak side.

Being strong was her only pretense to survive.

……

"Your complexion is very bad, what happened?" Mabel sat next to Red Scorpion, turned her head and asked softly.

Red Scorpion stared at the stairs with a strange expression, scratched his head and fell back on the chair, "Just now I saw Ingrid walking into Vinoa's room, and then there was a sound from inside, um, do you think we should go in and have a look? See?" She looked at Mabel suspiciously, "Maybe it's going to kill someone, isn't it?"

"What do you think?" Mabel smiled ambiguously and blinked.

"Well, I shouldn't meddle in my own business," she said compromisingly.

Mabel stroked her chin with one hand, looked up at the stairwell, her eyes followed the railings into the kitchen, Benny and Christine were packing food, and Leo was trying to fix the old radio, "Don't let things go Thinking too complicated, dear Miss Red Scorpion, we like to act with intuition, this is like art, in the eyes of others, I’m afraid it’s just splashing messy colors on the canvas, but to me, it’s a portrayal of my heart, She raised a lazy smile and said, "No one will understand."

"If I use my words, you are a group of psychopaths, or the most dangerous kind," Red Scorpion smiled and lit a cigarette.

"Haven't you heard the saying? There's a fine line between an artist and a madman." Mabel accepted her compliment.

At this moment, Vinoya let go of Ingrid in her arms, and exhaustedly took out bandages and gauze from the backpack to tidy up the wound on her palm.

Ingrid lay on the bed and looked at Vinoa's thin back. Rather than saying that they comforted each other, it was better to say that they were fighting each other like wild beasts plundering territory. The dagger that was thrown out of the bed was repeatedly picked up and thrown away, and both of them were scarred.

Ingrid buried her sweaty face in the pillow, and grasped the wrinkled quilt feebly. After a few minutes of precipitation, Vinoya turned over Ingrid's body and pinched her weeping face.

"Are you satisfied now?" the doctor asked in a hoarse voice, frowning and staring at Ingrid.

"No," she pushed Vinoya away with her backhand, and said coldly, "I will not be satisfied until you die."

In the dark room, Vinoya couldn't see Ingrid's expression, and couldn't even hear the ups and downs in her tone.

"Your attachment to her is too pathological." Vinoya simply rolled over on the other side.

Loyal and unswerving love performance was an honor in the past, but no one cares about it in modern times. If you want, you can easily find a cheating partner to have a one-night stand, or you can secretly step on a few boats to play love games. Countless temptations are flooding the world Around you, how many people still care about the promises made at the wedding ceremony or the rings on their fingers?

Vinoya wanted to say 'look out' to Ingrid, but the words choked up on her lips.

Ingrid propped up her upper body, and the knife wound on her chest made her clothes red, "You know? A person who was used as an experimental stand-in, lived with machines and medicine since childhood, and after being rescued from hell, he can only see the savior in his eyes." ,” She narrowed her eyes slightly and said with a smile, “My god, my love──is Esther.”

A person with sound mind and body, a happy family, and a person whose life is full of care and love would not kill his father with his own hands just to enter the Hell Ship to reunite with the prisoner who kidnapped her. Thinking of this, Vinoya laughed at herself He snorted, and even covered his eyes and laughed at his own insensitivity.

What is she struggling with?The woman in front of her was not a patient troubled by a disease, but a complete neuropathy.

what.

"To our tragic past, to all that we have lost."

Vinoya said it ridiculously, only to realize that she had forgotten that she was also a lunatic.