deformed bone

I'm going to the market.

Bring me some candy.

How about some cookies

Okay! That's nottoo hard. Listen babies! Don't open the door until I come back.

Knock! Knock!

Whoisit

Mommy's home!

Open the door!

It's smom. Let's open the door.

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ActOne

23:[-]:[-] AM Western Standard Time

"Very good, then I will inspect the second floor, and you will inspect the first floor, and meet at the elevator in half an hour."

Jimmy Douglas, the night security guard at Four Seasons Plaza, heard his partner, a dark-haired Mexican, tell him that his brown skin had an oily gleam in the mall lights at night.

Jimmy hates Mexicans.

Jimmy hates other people telling him what to do.

And his partner is a Mexican who likes to dictate to him.

He raised his eyes to look at the strong and dark young man in front of him, felt an inexplicable anger in his stomach, and he began to imagine what it would be like to hit that face with his fist, and he wanted to clear the muddy mouth in his throat Spit on the man's smug face.

Then he nodded, reached under his sagging belly, and ripped the heavy flashlight out from between the fat and the belt.

"……OK."

He said.

Jimmy still finds Mexicans disgusting, but he also knows he won't punch him, and he'll never spit in the face of that young man who's much stronger than he is—he can't beat him, and Treating a minority is so politically incorrect it's likely to cost him his job, and losing his job means he'll have to go back and face the same fat, cranky woman Face.

He could already imagine what kind of vicious words that woman would use to ridicule him after he had no income.

There was a damp chill on Jimmy's back, and the thought of that woman made him feel uncontrollably sick, and when his partner waved to him, he pretended not to see it, moving his hips with difficulty toward Go to the first floor of the hall.

The first floor of the Four Seasons shopping mall is full of high-end shoes, cosmetics and leather bags. This is a luxurious enough comprehensive shopping mall. There is even a small tropical park in the central area. Next to the fountain are lush ferns and Palm trees and other plants that Jimmy didn't know about, they ordered a new batch of tropical plants every season to replace the ones that died, but the shoppers in the mall would not know this.

When the mall is open during the day, there will be small, round coffee tables here, with hair bleached platinum, and girls in stilettos and high heels will sit here and chat and rest like birds.Their apparently freshly injected cheeks and lips would always glue Jimmy's gaze to them without knowing it.During the day shift, Jimmy would linger around here for a while, and no one would care about his somewhat too hot secret peeps.

After all, for this group of rich little pigeons, the overweight and slow-moving security guards are as humble as stones in a flower bed, without any noteworthy place.

"Just a bunch of little whores—"

Jimmy was having a bad time thinking about them that night, he muttered.

For some reason, he felt a little uneasy today.

Jimmy shined the flashlight on the glass window next to him, and those products behind the glass were as unrealistic as stickers cut out of magazines.Jimmy stood in front of the window for a while, and suddenly he realized that these were items he would never buy or use in his life (unless he was lucky enough to find some with the labels cut off in the Salvation Army store). , but at that time he would not recognize what brand their predecessors were).

Jimmy sneezed loudly, and with an indescribable annoyance passed through him, he walked away from the window and started walking towards the tropical garden in the atrium.

He didn't intend to patrol the rest of the area, he decided to go back to the duty room early - where he had half a pizza left, there was still time for him to play another game.And as long as he passes through the atrium, he can take a shortcut to the elevator entrance at the other end of the building.

It was at this time that he saw "that thing".

A door.

Jimmy stopped and pointed his flashlight at the door that stood in the center of the small tropical garden.

It has a beech door frame, old and worn door panels, the cat's eye in the center is covered by a piece of iron the size of a fingernail, and on the right side of the door is a stainless steel round handle, the convex surface full of scratches has been dented a bit .

It looks almost ordinary.

It's like the kind of model that decoration companies use to show customers a model door.

There are no walls, just a door, and the bland, straight timber stands alone among the ferns of the tropical garden.

"damn it--"

Jimmy stared at the door, frowning.

Something was wrong, he could feel it... a strange feeling came over him the moment he saw the door.

His palms felt wet and his throat was dry.

"...those asshole designers never get their display props right."

Jimmy said.

In fact, he didn't need to speak out, but at this moment he always felt that he should make a sound—say it to himself.

Intuition told him he should get out of here, right away.

But something stronger desire overcame him.

He took his own steps and approached the door step by step. His steps have not been so brisk for a long time.

The soles of his shoes stepped directly on those expensive plants that were extraordinarily delicate because they lived in an unsuitable environment, and a wet fishy smell emerged from the crushed plants.

The door stood there quietly.

And Jimmy's hand slowly took hold of the doorknob.

"Crack-"

The doorknob turned with a clear sound.

ActTwo

26:34:[-] AM Western Standard Time

"Oh—no—God—"

Dr. Rolla was checking the woman's vital signs when he heard the trainee midwife screaming.

The screams of the young woman mixed with the groans of the dying woman on the delivery bed, making Lola feel her temples throbbing.

She took a deep breath, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, amniotic fluid and blood, and the feeling of nausea surged to subside her anger.

"Calm down, tell me what's wrong?!"

She looked towards that damned loud voice, only to find that the other party actually hugged the newborn baby in her arms, and the light green sterile gown was covered with blood.

This may directly kill the child, but the other midwives who were supposed to stop her stood there dumbfounded as if they were collectively stunned. blank.

The child is howling.

The corners of Lola's eyes twitched, and she looked at the women in shock, wondering what they were doing.

The baby was out, she had heard the child's powerful cries, and from her angle she could see the baby's tiny arms and feet—everything was normal.

However, at this moment, her sight suddenly stopped somewhere in the baby's body.

She rushed over and snatched the baby from the petrified midwife, staring at the child in shock, unable to believe her eyes.

She finally realized how unusual this child was.

On the newborn's back, there is a pair of small, palm-sized white wings.

Like the kind of wings one would see in a religious painting, white, beautifully plumed, unstained even an iota by the blood of a newborn baby, and under the lights of the operating room, every feather of it All shone with clear and pure white light.

Laura stretched out her hand in a trance, and touched along the wings of the unreal thing. Her fingertips felt the warm and regular pulsation. With the crying of the child, the wings trembled slightly.

The wing is one with the child - and this is no idle joke!

This is a real, winged child.

"For God's sake."

A ghostly voice murmured in her ear.

It was a moment before she realized it was her own voice.

"Angel... God, it's an angel!"

The trainee midwife's face contorted with ecstasy.

With a "plop", she suddenly knelt down, put her hands on her chest and made a sign of the cross.

"God has shown His miracle, good Lord, He has given us an angel!"

……

Over the midwife's shrill, shrill prayers, the child cries louder.