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"The children's rescue organization found out what they were doing to me when I was 11 years old, and I was in the orphanage for five months, but I still wanted to kill them. The director of the orphanage warned me to be honest, they Said that my adoptive parents will be severely punished by the law, but I can't wait. So I killed the director of the orphanage first, and then killed my adoptive parents. Then I joined the street organization until I joined the nine heads snake."

As Goodwin said this, the evil whistling and the thrill of killing continued in his mind.

The unfortunate fate destroyed her original life, she was eroded by the darkness, and finally became a part of the darkness, entered the Hydra base, and began to take charge of the daily life of the children under Mrs. Marilyn. She played with these experimental objects in different ways , treat them like livestock, and their favorite trick is to deceive the newcomers with the illusion of kindness and enthusiasm, and then push other people to bully and abuse the newcomers. See it as your salvation.When she got tired of this kind of game, she tore off her mask and began to abuse them herself.

She also had the blood of several children on her hands.

Dolores indifferently scanned the fragments of memory, and the overlapping immature screams stirred up the excited part of Goodwin's mind, and even she could empathize with the boiling pleasure of the brain. ·feel.

She had seen enough, so she began to try to make these memories blurred, to extinguish these dark sparks, and at the same time to bring back the beautiful part of her memory.

People are all similar, they yearn for light and warmth by nature, even for people like Goodwin, as long as they are human, they have weaknesses, and if they keep emphasizing the beauty of these human natures, she will be temporarily blinded by illusions and become Be a little kinder.

If I had to use one word to describe this behavior, it would probably be 'purification'.

Just like the people in the Middle Ages believed that people who were possessed by demons needed to be poured with holy water to try to drive away the demons.

But in fact, this is a temporary solution, not the root cause, Dolores thought calmly, there is no room for humanity in Goodwin's heart, she can be said to be the twisted demon itself, like in a hell on earth like Hydra It's back home.

Guess how long she can maintain this glow of humanity?Dolores carefully drove the filth in her heart to the depths, and the flickering bright spots were all alone on the dark canvas. Maybe soon, her heart would turn black again.

Dolores withdrew her hand and gently woke her up: "Ms. Goodwin, you should wake up."

Goodwin murmured: "Yes, it's time for me to wake up." She blinked, her eyes gradually focused, her mind was still a little fuzzy, but she felt peaceful and peaceful in her heart. She stood up with a smile, packed the medical tray, He left on his own.

Dolores was the only one left in the room again. She rubbed her swollen temples, and she was overwhelmed by exhaustion. She lay on the single bed and covered her with the quilt.

She was alone, she thought, like a switch was turned on, and the emotions that were imprisoned in the depths began to pour into the hollow of her heart, and the power disappeared, and Dolores felt like she was From a god back to a human being, that indifferent calmness was overturned by other soft and uncontrollable emotions.

The intense sleepiness forced her eyelids to get heavier and heavier, but she didn't want to sleep.

I finally came back, no...

She felt intensely uneasy and terrified, as if she was locked in her body and watched another cold self do these things. She felt afraid because she had no power to resist.

When I wake up, 'she' will definitely appear again.

An irresistible force forced her eyes to close, and the eyeballs struggled in confusion under the thin eyelids, and finally fell into sleep.

Dolores entered a hazy dream.

She saw two moons rising in the unnaturally clear blue sky. The moons were very, very large. The two moons occupied three-quarters of the sky, quietly emitting a bright silver brilliance.

She looked around and found that this was the backyard of Toland Manor. On an open grassland connected to the forest, Toland Manor in the distance and the tall oak trees in the courtyard were shrouded in a thin layer of white mist. She could hear The sound of water flowing in the fountain with the statue of a pony behind the rhododendron bushes.

Dolores lay quietly on the grass, for she was very small now, in a soft cotton onesie, wrapped loosely in a thin velvet blanket.

She is a baby now.

A pair of women's hands hugged her gently, and Dolores looked up in confusion. Against the background of the blue sky with two moons, there was a face very similar to hers. The skin was white and smooth, and it hardly resembled her. It's skin, like silk, under the shroud of moonlight, it reflects a white halo. She also has long shiny hair like the sun, with a curvature like the waves.

She stared at her with strange golden pupils, as if she was about to merge with the moonlight, her voice was like singing, ethereal like the wind, she looked up at the sky, and murmured: "My child, that It's the direction of my hometown."

Dolores looked up at the gap in the sky between the two moons.

The blue sky did not know when it turned into night, like a black canvas dipped in white glitter paint painted two rounds of the moon, they are extremely dazzling, with blurred halos around the edges, and the moonlight cast down is as silvery as snow.

There were no stars in the sky, except for the two glowing moons, everything else was empty and black.

Dolores shifted her gaze to the woman's face, she changed, her blond hair turned into jet black, her eyes were as dark as midnight, but her face was still shining brightly under the moonlight, with black hair and snow skin, and the contrast between black and white was very strong.

She stroked Dolores' tender cheeks with her cold hands, and tears gathered in her eyes, glistening, and finally dripped on her forehead.

Dolores didn't understand why she was crying, and raised her hand to touch her fair face.

"Goodbye," she said.

The illusory dream immediately pulled away, and Dolores was pushed into the real world unexpectedly.

She opened her eyes abruptly, staring blankly at the ceiling.

At this moment when my mind was blank, this inexplicable dream was immediately scattered as if nothing had happened, leaving only some fragments for recalling.

Dolores sat up. The air in the underground base was also unfamiliar and hostile. She vigilantly released invisible tentacles to search around, and her heart immediately hung high again.

The force that made her scruples climbed out unscrupulously as she woke up, and began to devour her emotions and feelings in a calm manner. In contrast, her panic.

But soon, all unnecessary emotions disappeared.

Dolores lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She moved her arms, and there was still a soreness and pain in her shoulders, but it shouldn't affect anything.

The footsteps of Mrs. Marilyn and Goodwin came from outside the door, and the sound of hard-soled leather shoes was already familiar. Dolores immediately turned her head to look at the door.

The next moment, Mrs. Marilyn's face flashed past the window grille, and the door was opened. She stood at the door like a statue, raising her eyebrows slightly: "You're already up, very good."

Goodwin came in with a plate and put it on the table: "Have breakfast quickly, you're going to meet the officer later."

On the dinner plate were two thick slices of luncheon meat, boiled carrots and broccoli, and a large loaf of brown bread.It looks very bland, but the portion is a lot, which is just right for a person who has not eaten for a long time.

Mrs. Marilyn was not surprised by this. She was just a little surprised that Goodwin didn't do anything in it and even cut an extra piece of luncheon meat. After all, she knew what kind of person Goodwin was. She is aware of all her little tricks, but just ignores them, so this time she just treats this as her little trick and doesn't take it to heart.

Dolores nodded without any questions or unnecessary movements. After sitting down, she immediately picked up the fork and started stuffing it into her mouth.

Mrs. Marilyn raised her eyebrows again, and said: "You are very lucky, with special and powerful abilities. If you seize this opportunity, you may be the person who will stay here the shortest."

She didn't seem to expect Dolores to respond, and walked in slowly: "The children in this base come and go, most of them died during the transformation, and only a very small number of people can get Baron Sterak. If you enter into a stronger experimental transformation program, you will have the strongest power, even Charles Xavier, who has the same ability as you, is not as powerful as you."

"Thousands of people are dying on the way to Rome, girl, and you are almost there. As long as you are loyal to Hydra." Mrs. Marilyn said, with a devout expression like a believer on her face.

"Long live Hydra!" she and Goodwin yelled in unison in undulating tones.

Dolores sat on the seat chewing broccoli, looking at them with puffy cheeks.

Mrs. Marilyn showed a rare excitement because of this slogan, and the thin long scar on her chin was slightly reddened, like a snake.

"You don't know what you're getting, you're going to change the world as part of Hydra!"

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At this moment, Dolores is full of food and drink, and she has taken care of herself. Her smooth blond hair is draped over her shoulders, and there is finally some blood on her cheeks. She followed Mrs. Marilyn and went to meet the leader of the base step by step. Baron Trake.

The black collar around her neck was finally removed, and she guessed that she would have to show her ability to the base leaders after a while, and then they would judge whether she was a handy weapon, whether she could be distinguished from ordinary experimental subjects, Promoted to be Hydra's right-hand man or something.

Two Hydra guards with guns followed closely behind her, probably afraid that she would suddenly go crazy like before. After all, she was able to scrap an experimental subject and cause a great commotion while wearing a collar before. .

In the corridor, they happened to meet the experimental subjects who had just come back from a briefing.

In the rules set by Mrs. Marilyn, as long as they are obedient enough and meet the target, they can occasionally take this thing off, but because the scuffle in the restaurant was too big, at this moment, all of them have neck Wears a black collar.

Under the watchful eye of the guards, everyone wore white burqas, lined up in two lines, and walked towards the room. They saw Mrs. Marilyn leading Dolores to the upper floor, and their eyes fell on her empty neck. In front of her, she made no secret of her jealousy, wishing that her long, fair and slender neck would be cut with a bloody gash.

But they were equally afraid of her, because she had made such an impression on them in the restaurant before.

Dolores' eyes swept across them calmly, some eyes dodged away, and some eyes still looked at her viciously.

In this man-made hell, maybe they used to be just children, but after so long of immersion, they have fully possessed the essence of Hydra, and their minds are full of crazy evil thoughts.

Everyone in this base is crazy.

Dolores eventually brushes past them.

Mrs. Marilyn led her into the elevator and took out a card from her coat pocket. Dolores saw her ID photo flashing by on it, and then, with a beep, the electronic sound of the tablet sounded: " Marilyn Westeros, please get an iris scan."

She stood in front of the panel, and a blue light swept across her face.

"Recognition complete."

The elevator finally started to go up. Mrs. Marilyn put the card into her pocket. Behind her, Dolores' eyes were firmly glued to the pocket, as if she could see the thin card inside through the fabric.

In fact, she really can.

Mrs. Marilyn's identification card is much higher than Goodwin's, and she can come and go almost anywhere in the base at will, which is a better choice than her.

Dolores lowered her eyes again, silently staring at the ground.

She needed a chance to be alone with Mrs. Marilyn.A moment of uncertainty flashed in my mind. Mrs. Marilyn seemed to be much more determined than Goodwin. It is easy for this kind of person to invade the brain, but it may not be so easy to change her mind.

But this wavering was immediately replaced by firmness.

I can do it.Dolores raised her head, stared at Mrs. Marilyn's back without blinking her eyes wide open, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Because I am very strong now.

The invisible tentacles of thought seemed to be alive, waving and circling around the three people in the elevator. They were about to move, and were always ready to penetrate their brains under the command of the master, digging out all the contents for her to read.