[Zhongyingmei] Official Mascot

At ten o'clock in the evening, Dolores sat in a pure white room with her cat in her arms, with red eye circles. In fact, this should not be called a room. From the appearance, it was a huge box-like capsule, probably About ten square meters, there is a single bed, tables, chairs, and furniture fixed on the ground. The door is completely integrated with the wall, and the identification lock is full of technology. The small bulletproof glass window makes Dolly I have to think that this is a special prison.

But the LCD TV embedded in the wall made Dolly a little confused. After all, there are no prisoners who live in separate cells and watch TV.

She was wearing a baggy off-white coat and shorts given to her by a well-meaning agent. She didn't know where her clothes had gone, and her naked body was wrapped in a special cold fabric, which made her uncomfortable even in this narrow, heated room. Dolly shivered, small goose bumps formed on her skin.

There was a shower and toilet in the room, but Dolly didn't want to use it, she always felt that there must be a surveillance camera or something in this room.

Stepping on the white ground with bare feet, Dolly hugged Van Gogh with difficulty in her thin arms, but she refused to let go of his warm and fluffy body, she was afraid that someone would come and snatch him away—a cat, somehow He changed the color of his hair and eyes, and grew several times like a balloon, not to mention, not to mention, he also knocked down so many government agents!

She buried her face in Van Gogh's thick white hair, and flashed in her mind today that Van Gogh jumped into her arms, and a tall man with a weapon fainted behind him.Then Phil Coulson's smiling face appeared in front of his eyes, his lips moved: "Miss Green, we hope you can leave this cat to us."

He said some words like mutations, genes, Chitauri, aliens, etc., to persuade them, to the effect that they were very interested in the changes in Van Gogh, and they needed to find out what happened to him.

Dolores forgot how she responded, but after they negotiated back and forth for a few words, she firmly hugged Van Gogh who had become docile in her arms, and said no with a stern voice.

She shuddered, almost unable to believe where she had the courage to interrupt this government official so bluntly and rudely on someone else's territory, rejecting his request.

They are the people of the government.

Dolores was full of fear, and then she lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed, wrapped herself and Van Gogh in a soft quilt, and Van Gogh lay heavily on her chest, as if nothing to do with her, Already fast asleep.At the beginning, he tried to comfort her considerately, licking her arm with his barbed tongue, meowing and patting her shoulder, but unfortunately Dolly was overly nervous and completely ignored him, so Van Gogh quickly Getting impatient, she began to snore happily in her arms.

She thought desperately, it's over, they will definitely not let Van Gogh go, they will put Van Gogh on the operating table, shave his hair, open his brain or other places, draw his blood, and try to find him Where did it come out that caused Van Gogh's big change.

The picture in her mind made Dolly want to cry, but then she thought of herself.

She also wondered if there was something wrong with her. Like Van Gogh, there was a change in a certain part of the body that was not as big as Van Gogh, but it was worth scratching with a scalpel to see.

Otherwise, how could they have brought themselves here.

A mysterious, never-before-heard, most likely dark and evil government organization.

She buried her face in the thick fur on Van Gogh's neck again, and let out a very light choked sob.

Dolly thought she might not be able to fall asleep, but unexpectedly, she slept until dawn amidst confusion and fear.

In fact, she couldn't tell whether it was dawn from the small window on the door. She woke up because a female agent knocked on the door: "Dolores? Are you awake?"

Her face was covered with sweat, and she suddenly woke up from a nightmare. Van Gogh's big head was lying on her chest, which was the culprit of the nightmare and the feeling of suffocation.He always liked to lie on her belly and chest. Dolly could barely bear the weight before, but now it was impossible. Therefore, Van Gogh could only sleep on his side in aggrieved way, so as to put his head on her chest.

She pushed Van Gogh away, sat up covered in cold sweat, and raised her voice in response: "I'm awake."

The sound of the door valve opening, accompanied by a familiar voice: "Good morning, sweetheart."

The blond beauty in uniform walked in with a shopping bag in her hand, with a friendly smile on her face.

It's Barbara.

Dolly looked at her, stiff and motionless.

Barbara sat on the chair and looked at her face: "Your face looks bad."

More than just bad, she looks like a ghost now, her skin is pale, the playful freckles on the tip of her nose are also dimmed, her messy and withered blond hair hangs behind her shoulders, there are two rounds of bluish black under her eyelids, and her face is full of tiny hair. Beads of sweat flowed from his forehead down his cheeks, and then dripped from his chin onto the white quilt.

But she said, "I'm fine."

The dry and hoarse voice startled both of them at the same time.

Van Gogh finally woke up, and he yawned with his mouth wide open, facing Barbara, who could see his small white fangs gleaming coldly, greeting her.

"..."

Dolly still sat still, Barbara pulled her attention back, and said gently: "You should take a shower, I brought you clothes."

Van Gogh arched his back and stretched his waist, walked slowly to the end of the bed and lay down, a strange emotion seemed to flash in the dark green glass cat eyes, and the short tail with long hair slowly swayed behind him, Barbara Slightly creepy, I realized that Van Gogh's monitoring eyes were still condescending, as if he didn't take her seriously, just like watching a mouse carnival leisurely.

Cold sweat came out of her back calmly, and Dolly's hesitant eyes made her understand, handed her the clothes and shopping bags, and smiled relaxedly: "Don't worry, I promise that the surveillance cameras in this room will It's off, so is the listening device in the restroom, you're not a prisoner to us, okay?"

After hesitating for a while, the urge to take a shower and change clothes and Barbara's assurance prevailed. Dolly took the paper bag and walked frivolously towards the bathroom: "Thank you."

She wanted to worry about Van Gogh who was alone with her, but the incident of Van Gogh knocking down a group of government agents was still fresh in her memory, so she finally walked into the small shower room honestly.

There were toiletries on the sink. Dolly took off the wet gray robe and shorts with a vest, and let the warm water flow all over her body.

For some reason, she felt very uncomfortable, as if someone was turning a small electric drill inside her brain, her ears were buzzing, her legs were trembling weakly, as if she was about to fall over at any moment, her cheeks were burning badly, and the hot water was pouring on her face. She felt a little cold up there.

But she washed up, shivering, and put on a clean new t-shirt and jeans—Barbara was so thoughtful, she even had new underwear for her.

Dolly didn't see the hairdryer, so she just tossed her hair carelessly and walked out with wet hair.

She couldn't help swallowing, because her throat was really sore, and Dolly suspected that it was because she hadn't drank a sip of water since yesterday, so her throat might have been cracked.

Barbara and Van Gogh were outside, and their movements didn't seem to change. When they saw her coming out, they all turned their heads to look at her quickly.

"You're sick." Barbara stood up suddenly, her tone firm.

Coming out of the warm and humid small bathroom, the sudden drop in temperature made Dolly shiver, her wet head was extremely cold, and there was a dull pain in her brain.

"What's wrong with me?" She asked in a hoarse voice, "Sick?"

Barbara came up to her and touched her cheek and forehead with her hands. Dolly flinched: "Your hands are so cold."

"It's you who have the fever, dear."

Dolly looked sluggish, her face was pale, but her cheekbones were flushed, her eyes were watery, the sunken eye sockets drooped listlessly, and her lips were bloodless.

Van Gogh jumped off the bed, meowed nervously, and at the same time stood up on his hind legs, put his front paws on her waist, and stretched his neck to look at her face.

Dolly was staggered by him, but fortunately Barbara supported her so that she would not fall.

"I've never been sick." Dolly couldn't help swallowing another mouthful of saliva, her throat hurting.

Barbara bent down and picked her up: "I have to send you to the infirmary, you have a serious fever."

She frowned and strode out, her golden ponytail swaying handsomely behind her head, while Van Gogh followed closely behind with small steps, constantly raising her head to look at Dolly who was sluggish.

They rushed through the corridors of the base, causing people to look sideways. When those who knew the inside story saw the big white cat, they moved away as if they had seen a ghost. Patrolling, as if he didn't know Barbara, and it seemed that what followed her was a missile.

The people in the infirmary fell back in fright when they saw Van Gogh, almost knocking over the metal cart.

"She's burned very badly." Barbara said succinctly as she put the unconscious girl on the white shirt.

It was only yesterday that we urgently dealt with seven or eight agents who had passed out with cat scratches all over their bodies. The poor black doctor who belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D. had to take Dolores’s temperature and give Dolores an injection with fear under the eyes of the big white cat. Professional cultivation, carefully shaking his hands to draw a tube of blood for her - he swears he saw a fierce light in the white cat's green eyes, grinning as if it wanted to rush up and bite his own throat.

God bless, in the end Van Gogh reluctantly gave up this idea, he stared deeply at the tube of bright red blood being put into a special box, and an agent took over the metal box under his gaze with sweat on his face , Cautiously exited the infirmary, Barbara knew that he was sending the blood to the laboratory to be tested by the scientific researchers there.

Van Gogh is not only a cat now, he is like some kind of illusory beast in fairy tales, magical, proud, cunning, fierce, with green pupils shining, and the kind of human-like eyes make people sweat , Fortunately, he obviously cared about Dolores Green, just like her guardian beast, an invisible chain was around his neck, and the other end was in Dolores' hand.