All the little white rabbits adore me

That's why the group can't get in the eyeliner here.Xie Jiu added in his heart... The exiled land is heavily guarded, and it is equally difficult to enter and exit.

"Will anyone want to come under such conditions?"

"I want to come in if I squeeze my head." Dawson seemed to mean something.

"Can't go back?" Xie Jiu frowned, "I can't go home anymore, and I don't have a vacation. Can I just stay here forever?"

"Usually. Families get a big pension. Enough to spend in their graves. It's like saying to the family, don't wait, take this money and enjoy it, just as if the guy had already died."

"Have you regretted it?"

"At this point, it seems that it's too late to regret it." Dawson moved the corner of his mouth, as if smiling.

"If I give you another chance," Xie Jiu felt the skin around his arm was cold, probably the alcohol had evaporated in the air.Dawson carefully sprinkled the powder around the wound.

"Are you still coming in?"

After a while, Dawson opened his mouth and said, as if deliberately leaving time for the powder to completely adhere to the skin.

"Will do."

"Without an order from above or any instructions, you just pretend that he never existed. Even so, are you willing to come?"

"If I choose to step here again, it should have nothing to do with 'him'."

Xie Jiu was silent for a while, and then slumped on the chair like a vent, the black leather back was pressed into a small depression by him.The trousers were even dripping down.

On tile floors, collect into a small pool of liquid.

"You're a weirdo."

He covered his eyes with his left hand and leaned back on the chair, whispering.

It wasn't until Dawson realized that the calm and sharp man in front of him was just a child.Just now, the young man inadvertently opened the closed shell, as if he came out of the deep sea to breathe.

Too dangerous……

Dawson thought to himself.It's like a clam shell that needs to be pried open... Anyone who is in the dark will pry open that layer of protective shell without hesitation at this moment, exposing the soft clam meat inside.

If that person was here at this time... he would definitely wantonly play with his inner core that he did not want to be pryed into.

The torrential rain outside the window stopped at some point, and there were no more raindrops hitting the window.Dawson performed the last step gently and skillfully, bandaged the wound with white gauze, and then wrapped the medicine powder tightly inside.

Xie Jiu took out a cigarette from his pocket with his free hand, but did not light it.He held the cigarette between his fingertips and lowered his eyes to see his arms being wrapped.After all, they are all medical gauze, but the neck and arm bandages are not the same.

"Your treatment seems to have improved a lot."

"Thanks to Lord Neil." Xie Jiu snorted from his nasal cavity.

Dawson didn't ask much.After dressing the wound properly, he stood up and pushed the glass window open, and the damp fresh air from outside poured in.

Xie Jiu also stood up, leaving faint water marks on the chair cover he had sat on.

He pulled the half-lost shoe and walked out, then turned his head again.

"Where is Asa?"

"I don't know the specifics."

Xie Jiu sneered, then left without looking back.

……

Dawson didn't rush to get up until Xie Jiu slammed the door.He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose that was covered with red marks.

He looked out the window, the sky was gloomy, and the thick clouds were still ready to go.The rain had stopped, and a mist hung over the distant foothills.There was a slight noise from the incandescent lights in the room, and the air became silent again.

There was a landline phone on the table, and Dawson glanced at it before looking away.He got up and opened the window to let the humid air outside into the house, cleaned up the water stains left on the ground, poured out the warm water in the empty bottle, and refilled the bottle.

He even re-shot the vinyl discs in the cabinet according to the year.Until he couldn't find anything to do, Dawson sat down again, put on his glasses, and that black thing stubbornly appeared in his field of vision again.

——The landline corded phone lay quietly on the table.

For the first time, Dawson hesitated to call the number.He knew that after dialing this unremarkable old-fashioned landline, the content of the call would be quickly encrypted, and even the connection location would be well disguised.Even if the insiders listened deliberately, they could only hear a few innocuous dialogues.

It's just that the young man's appearance just now caused him a slight contradiction.For the first time, Dawson questioned his actions.

Will his behavior be the butterfly flapping its wings in South America, and what kind of result will be imposed on that child.

Dawson wasn't sure he was doing the "right" thing.

Like a gear in a precision instrument, it is only a link in a huge structure.The gears don't need to care about the direction of the whole machine, let alone know whether the machine is used to spread charcoal or save people.

——The gears only need to rotate day after day.

Of course Dawson knew what he was coming here for.

After all, he still picked up the microphone and pressed the number that he knew by heart...

The other party answered quickly, giving people the illusion that they were always on the phone.

"He was entangled by four Apaches today and had a fight in the boiler room. The opponent was carrying a knife. He was cut an inch long on his arm, about five millimeters deep. Fortunately, no blood vessels and nerves were injured. .But the wound was wet with rain, so I gave him some anti-inflammatory medicine just now."

Dawson talked like pouring beans into the dark, trying to keep his words as concise as possible, without embellishment or concealment.

Describe facts using precise vocabulary.He knows that the other party favors him.

While Dawson was talking, it had been quiet over there.Dawson heard the inaudible click of a ballpoint pen.

"Which arm was scratched?"

"Right arm."

Silence over there.

Dawson held the receiver tightly, still not daring to slack off. Even after dialing several times, his nerves were still as tense as the first time.

When the opposite side was silent, this landline seemed to be connected to the unknown darkness, maybe it would not be surprising that a hand stretched out from inside to drag him in someday.

That's when Dawson discovered what he was supposed to accomplish.

On the upholstery of the leather chair, the water stains left by the people who just went out are still wet...

Mr. Yan, who is in charge of communicating with him, is suspicious and possesses extremely keen insight.Dawson refrained from looking at the chair opposite.

"Will it leave scars?" the opposite side asked again. Mr. Yan's soft voice made people unconsciously put down their guard.

"If you pay attention to maintenance, it should not be." Dawson said carefully, "If you get wet every day and don't pay attention, the wound is easy to be infected. Do you need to let him come over every day to change the dressing..."

"No." The other side answered simply.

"Has he got any scratches on his face?"

"There was blood on the chin and neck, but no cuts on the skin."

"Last time I told you that the scar Neil left on his neck...has scabbed over. It's very visible though. I'm sorry to say this, but there's no way to undo it other than non-invasive stitches or injections Scars. And the above two methods cannot completely remove the scars.”

He heard a crisp sound of the ball pen being pressed.

"We didn't blame you, Mr. Dawson." Yan's voice was a little strange, "Tell me about that scar."

"His cell regeneration ability is very strong, new flesh has grown, the size of the scar has not changed from the previous picture, and the newly grown skin is a thin layer, pale flesh-colored."

The healed wound looks like clam-colored flower petals that have been licked and sucked from a distance... Dawson swallowed the words.

"Have you touched that scar?"

"No." Dawson said honestly.

"I haven't touched it either." I don't know where to please Yan, and there was even a joke there, "Don't be too tense, Mr. Dawson. It's just a routine question."

Dawson nodded obediently even though he knew that the other side could not see his movements.

"Presumably the fruit you prepared is very satisfying to our Xiaojiu. What kind of fruit did he eat?"

"Half a peeled apple and a bunch of grapes."

Dawson glanced at the fruit plate beside the table and recalled.

Yan agreed, and the sound of turning pages of notes was crisp and clear.

"Is there anything else worth noting?"

Having said that, Dawson is well aware that as long as there is a situation related to youth, it needs to be reported in detail.

Just now……

Seeing that the young man was getting too close to the new staff, he subconsciously called out to stop them.Dawson didn't know what happened between the two, and his gut told him he should report the incident.

If the type of fruit you choose can become a "situation", this matter should not be hidden no matter how you say it.

"Mr. Dawson?"

"No more..." Dawson said with difficulty, "No more, I have reported everything to you."

Regardless of whether the keen Yan noticed anything, he just wanted to end this call as soon as possible.

There was a pause there.

"The apples are too big, and the pears are too cool. The grapes are neither too big nor too small, and they are just right." Yan seemed to read a string of Chinese ballads, his tone still gentle.Dawson felt a sudden chill in his heart, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

But he knew that Yan never talked nonsense.

"By the way, Mr. Yan..." Dawson hesitated, and he looked at the opposite chair again like a ghost, "The child named Asa who used to live in the same house with him..."

Yan suddenly looked like a vulture smelling carrion, and asked with interest: "Why, Xiao Jiu asked about him?"

"Yes."

If you keep concealing this matter, it may really be hopeless, Dawson can only admit it.

"It's so pitiful, Xiaojiu's crime is even worse." There was a voice of scratching the paper with the tip of a pen, "That child has nothing to do with us, and we don't care about things that are destined to be destroyed."

Finally getting something satisfying, Yan didn't delve too deeply into Dawson's strangeness before, at least for now.

"That's it for today." Yan was still gentle and polite, "If you remember any details later, please make sure to call this number."

"Excuse me." Even on the phone, Dawson couldn't help standing up and bowing.

"Let's be considerate of each other." Yan laughed, "Why did we all serve that bad-natured master?"

The phone hangs up.

The room fell silent again.The damp and cold wind blew into the house through the window, and Dawson realized that his back was covered in cold sweat...