Doomsday city

Ivy's 'condition' improved rapidly, but Mrs. Rosa still refused to meet.

Mr. Lehman tried to persuade her, but unfortunately every conversation ended with his wife breaking down and crying or causing panting. Although he couldn't get Rosa out of the shadow in his heart, as Ivy's health improved, Mr. Lehman stepped into the fourth quarter more and more frequently. Inside the locked room upstairs.

Sometimes he would spend hours reading with Ivy inside, or just watching Ivy in a daze without doing anything.

Regarding how a father should get along with his children, Mr. Lehman does not have much experience. He has to say that he is a failed father. Since Ivy was born, all he can give is material protection, whether it is the best diet or Lehman is not stingy with the most high-end daily necessities. In addition, he can't give more time to accompany Rosa or Ivy. He is always buried in countless documents and meetings. It seems that only money and work are left for strangers.

"Wait, dear, I don't agree with that." Lehman rarely showed a embarrassed expression. He frowned with two white eyebrows, hesitantly said: "Maybe I can let Gina accompany you, how about it? I think Gina would be very happy This way, she doesn't have to be busy preparing meals or cleaning, so she can spend more time here with you, okay?"

"No, father." Ivy sat on the chair with her back straight, her dignified appearance was as elegant as a well-educated noble girl, "you know, Gina is smart and capable, she is competent for many jobs, and I don't want to cause her more trouble yes, father."

"But a medicine?" Mr. Lehman let out a long breath and said, "No, that's not a good idea."

"Christine did a good job before that," Ivy said, holding on to the skirt slightly, "Although I could only lie on the bed at that time, and I was in a coma most of the time, it felt good to have someone by my side." Well, at least it won't be too lonely. If you're concerned, how about letting the guards in? I'm just... kind of tired of being alone..."

Lehman tried to dispel Ivy's absurd thoughts, but when he saw the poor girl hanging her head in despair, her eyes, which were clearer than mint green, were hidden under the long eyelashes and slightly reflected the water, and he couldn't bear it. No one is allowed to hurt Ivy, not even myself.

"Okay, okay, my baby," Lehman sighed heavily after thinking for more than ten minutes, and said with a doting smile: "I can't refuse your request, dear, but she has to wear handcuffs and Shackles, this is the maximum range I can accept, and I can't discuss it." In addition, he asked that the door of the room must be opened when the drug accompanied him, and he had to make sure that the soldiers would keep a close eye on Ivy to ensure that she would not be injured because of the drug's resistance.

Due to Ivy's request, Lehman quickly ordered Gina to 'lead' Esses out of the garage. When the half-lived woman was carried out of the iron gate by the soldiers, Gegulan curled up like a madman at the gate In the inner shadow, he covered half of his face like a photophobic vampire, shouting excitedly.

"You have no right to do this! I need to talk to Mr. Lehman! He can't take the medicine away without permission! Hey! Hear me? You muscled bastards! What about my experiment? Miss Lehman What should I do about my illness!" It's a pity that Ge Gulan's roar didn't have any effect, and he was even slammed on the iron door of the warehouse after being ridiculed by Gina.

Essers got a certain degree of security. She spent a few days in a warehouse where she could not see her fingers. When she was conscious, the pain was like tens of thousands of ants gnawing at her nerves. Gu Lan's incision is trying to heal, but her weak body can only operate slowly like an old machine. There are times when she is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, feeling that death is so close but has not taken her away.

At that time, in addition to feeling powerless against fate, I also complained in my heart that the God of death was indecisive.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is being tortured and still alive consciously.

"I can't believe it," said Gina. After taking Essers out of the warehouse, the first thing she did was to help the dirty Esses take a bath. The smelly guy accompanied the noble lady, "Let the medicine enter the bedroom? It sounds like catching a pig and keeping it next to the bed, and when it's hungry, it's ridiculous, ha! It's even more ridiculous that Lehman Mister actually agreed?"

Gina roughly brushed off the blood on Essers's back. She had wounds of different sizes from head to toe. No matter how painful those wounds were to Essers, Gina still treated them with gauze as if they were inorganic substances. After brushing her body vigorously until the running water was no longer dirty, he threw a towel on Esther's face.

"Dry yourself now, I have to find you some clothes." Gina glanced at Esses in disgust, and hurried away like a busy person who didn't want to stay for a moment.

Esther sat silently in the basin, her body was so weak that she couldn't move, if it wasn't for those soldiers who carried her out of the warehouse, she thought she would never be able to see the sun again in this life.The gradually calming water waves reflected her haggard face. In less than a week, she seemed to be 20 years old. The slightly sunken cheeks and lifeless eyes were like arrested poisonous insects. Esses couldn't believe that the reflection on the water was her. Own.

A bitter and sad emotion kept swelling in her chest, and Esther couldn't bear it for a few seconds. She bit her lower lip and didn't want to make any noise, but her tears kept pouring out like a flood that burst an embankment, dripping down. Enter the water basin to shatter the reflection.

She was like a heroine in a silent film, weeping silently.

By the time Gina returned to the bathroom, Essus had prepped herself, although it was just smoothing out her frizzy hair and drying her tears and snot, but it already made her look like a 'normal person' rather than 'tramp'.The maid pursed her lips in satisfaction, and she brought Essus a loose men's striped casual shirt and a pair of jeans that were too long, which made her look like a child in grown-up clothes.

But it was better than lying naked on a plank bed.

"Listen," Gina took Esses to the stairs, and said seriously: "Your job is very simple, just shut up and stay in the room obediently, if Miss Lehman needs tea or snacks, you can bring Bring the cart to Miss Lehman, but don't touch Miss Lehman with your hands." She said while handcuffing Essus's hands.

"Don't try to attack Ms. Lehman, let alone use Ms. Lehman to threaten Mr. Lehman." She raised the corners of her mouth stiffly as if she was telling a joke, "The bullet will go through your head before you show off." Get out, understand? If someone wants to live safely in the stable, he'd better behave like a wise man."

Her last words were almost whispered into Esther's ear.

Gina called this villa the Beast Pen. They are the prey of monsters. Before those zombies with rotten heads can break into the high wall, they can stay in it safely and live a 'normal' life. Mr. Lehman has the physical strength to Playing golf in the backyard, Mrs. Rosa also has enough food to enjoy, the soldiers take turns to guard, the housekeeper and maids take care of life as usual, everything looks ordinary and beautiful.

It is important that all play by the rules of the game.

They choose, or are forced to choose, to remain in it.

Knock Knock──

Gina knocked on the door on the fourth floor. Unexpectedly, the person who came to open the door was Mr. Lehman. He was wearing an expensive designer shirt today, and the tough fabric made him more energetic.Mr. Lehman didn't let Gina or Essus in. He signaled them to retreat with his eyes, and then gently closed the door.

"Hey," he put on a sullen face and coughed pretendingly, and Gina turned away knowingly, leaving Esther, who was handcuffed by iron chains, "I'm glad to see you, Miss Eli, I have to say , you are the first drug to escape death from Ge Gulan──For what we did, I don't feel guilty or... conscienceless? In short, we just did what we should do. "

Esther stared blankly at her hands. This pair of worn handcuffs must have made many victims feel desperate.

──including her.

"I can't satisfy everyone. The poor people I try to treat well before the end of the world. Yes, they do have a hard life. I also try to help them with money or medical treatment, but these are not enough. Only TV or magazines Publish how caring I am, but those people don’t know what contentment is behind their backs,” Lehman remembered some people asking him to invest more money in orphanages, or set aside half of his income to care for the disadvantaged, “Oh, I’ve done it Enough is enough, but look what I got?"

He clenched his fists as if he was going to hit the wall the next moment, but he calmed down after a few deep breaths.

"No! I got nothing, and what's worse is that the nightmare came to my daughter," Lehman lowered his voice, staring at the door, "My poor Ivy is the innocent victim, and she is the last one. The child who should be favored by God has suffered so much, you can't imagine, Miss Eli, no one can understand Ivy's mood and what she has faced, that is not what a 'person' should face."

What Gegulan and Gina had said emerged in Essers’ mind at the same time, a sentence or a few keywords gradually stringed together the life experience of Ivy Lehman like a jigsaw puzzle, including her frail and sick, like a beast, long-term Sleepiness, the operating table, and death, and finally Esses thought of Ivy Lehman's face.

She looks like a healthy girl.

"It's only natural for you to complain about my actions, but for the sake of an old father, please don't vent your anger on my poor Ivy, no one in this world is more innocent than her," Lehman wiped Turning his face, the tight corners of his mouth curled up, "Listen, your blood saved Ivy, and of course Rosa and I, I can only say sorry for what I did to you before, you don't have to Back to the warehouse, I already asked Gina to tidy up a guest room, let's start again, okay? Be my guest of Jason Lehman and accompany my daughter?"

──'The bullet will go through your head before you show your feet, understand? '

Gina's words rang in her ears like alarm bells, and Essus stared at the handcuffs expressionlessly.

She will never be Jason Lehman's guest of honor, only his slave or drug.