The Red Dead Lolita

The sleeves were rolled up, revealing the tender lotus-like arms, and the pale golden hair on the shoulders blended with the color of the shirt and skin.

Her posture is dignified and virtuous, the color of her small and exquisite neck and moist and slender lips is light, and her whole figure seems to be shrouded in a hazy white holy light.

Flora picked up a basket full of oranges, stepped off the podium, and distributed them to the juvenile offenders one by one.

Seeing Flora, Amber felt her mood improved and felt healed. She thought, she is so cute, she must be an angel.

After handing out the oranges, Flora returned to the podium with a smile on her face and clapped her hands to attract attention.

"Students, we will welcome a new friend later. Do you still remember that Christmas story? Each of you will share a piece of orange, and together they will make a special big orange, which will be given to our new friend as a wonderful The beginning of a friendship."

In the orphanage at that time, the orphans had to work all year round, fetching water in the morning and cooking in the evening, running the streets in the morning and grinding noodles at night, even on Christmas.

On Christmas Day, the protagonist of the story had a busy day. Because he went back too late, he could not eat the oranges distributed to the orphans after dinner. They were also Christmas gifts.

But he was moved to find that each of his companions shared a piece of orange and made a special big orange and put it beside his bed.

However, the juvenile delinquents couldn't hear it at all, and the noise remained undiminished.

Some of them use their fingernails to smash up the good oranges, and put their fingers into the inside to stir them, using them as toys.

Some peel off the outer layer of silk, hold it in their hands, and take a big bite, making the juice everywhere.

Some can't eat enough by themselves, and they want to rob others.

Some gnaw fiercely like dogs, while others immediately raise their heads when they get close, baring their teeth and making terrible roars...

"Everyone...remember to leave a piece of orange...don't eat it too fast..."

"This is proof of friendship..."

"To commemorate the good times we shared together..."

"Bond..."

At the end, poor Loli's lips trembled, she was so wronged that she was about to cry.

"These ignorant bastards!"

Seeing this scene, Amber was annoyed and kicked the wall vigorously.

"If I were her, I would set the 'Amber's Law' - anyone who takes an orange must hand over a piece, or cut off his finger."

Chapter 8: Do a good deed every day

Even in the main city of United City, which is rich in agricultural resources, fruit is quite expensive, and even a well-to-do family has not reached the level of fruit freedom.

"Eat good fruit for prisoners? There are so many poor people who don't have enough to eat in the city. Are they not as good as prisoners? If one day, I become the chief of the trial office, I will build the prison into a funnel sand trap, so that the prisoners Working all day at the bottom of the pit, not to mention the fruit, not even the water, hanging a piece of ice with a rope for them to lick, if you want to lick it, you have to climb up like a goat!"

In Amber's imagination, Ashley had already put on heavy shackles, threw himself on the ice cubes, and tried to scrape the cold and rough ice particles with his small tongue in order to absorb the necessary water for his body.

In fact, these juvenile delinquents can only eat a whole large fruit on the day when a newcomer joins them. It is usually a surprise to see a small piece of apple or banana on the dinner plate.

The juvenile delinquent transferred to the St. Thomas community that night was Donahue Dick, who set his neighbor's house on fire and burned one person to death and injured two others.He was arranged in the side hall, and the relevant procedures are being processed.

The Nabris Avenue arson case happened recently, and Amber knew the details of the case.

The deceased was a middle-aged shoemaker who died of a lung infection caused by choking smoke after rescuing his daughter and wife from the fire.

He is a good craftsman, serious in work, never sloppy, the shoes he makes will not be broken for several years, and if the soles are replaced, threaded and oiled again, they are likely to be new again.

The victim choked to death by hot smoke lay in the cemetery, while the murderer was eating a big, sweet and cold orange, and was about to throw up just thinking about it.

Amber gritted her teeth angrily, and the clang of metal impact echoed in her chest.

At this time, Flora, who noticed someone standing by the window, pushed the door out and asked why she came.

After Amber revealed her identity, Flora nodded slowly, "I am willing to cooperate with the investigation."

The two walked under a secluded tree and began to ask questions.

Colleagues have already investigated the details of the case. There is no need to doubt their professional level, anyway, it is much better than this half-baked guy.

What Amber wanted to know was what kind of person Ashley was.

She wants to know some unknown secrets, so that she can find flaws in future interrogations, surprise the guy and show his chicken feet.

"Is she... okay?"

Flora's tone was difficult, she turned her face away, her thin body swayed slightly.

"Don't worry, we will definitely bring her to justice!"

"She, she is innocent..." After finishing speaking, Flora remembered something and quickly covered her mouth. She lowered her head and looked a little dazed, "I'm talking nonsense, I don't know if I am innocent."

Amber didn't care, glanced at the small auditorium, and asked:

"I'm curious, did she eat 'big oranges' on the day she came?"

Flora shook her head slightly, "Christmas Orange" has not been reproduced successfully yet, and those guys don't listen to her at all. Perhaps, they will help each other only when they commit crimes together. I recognize someone.

"I'll leave a piece of fruit for the new kid, apples or oranges, sometimes grapes."

"What kind of person is Ashley? Although she hasn't been here for a long time, you can say anything based on your intuition. What's your first impression of her?" Amber continued to ask.

The blond-haired loli clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyes drooped, her memory returned to that time, and the day when she first met Ashley appeared in front of her eyes.

……

The wind shook and rustled the treetops, and the raindrops tapped softly on the windows.

In the side hall of the small auditorium, government staff in gray uniforms handed over to Flora.

"What crime did she commit?" Flora asked, as usual, then pressed her lips together, preparing for the psychological shock of hearing about a brutal crime.

Often she would shake very violently, and then her mind would go blank and she would feel physically uncomfortable.

Unless someone pats her on the back to remind her to breathe at this time, it will take a long time for her to recover.

She hated it with all her heart, but she had to do it right.

"She hasn't committed a crime, and she has no criminal record," Gray Uniform said.

"……Eh?"

Flora still shivered violently reflexively.

"She's an inherently evil guy." Gray Uniform explained, maybe even he felt that this argument was not convincing, and added: "It's under house arrest, the remnants of the Zhen Jinsi family will definitely try to contact her, this is To protect her from the evil family of origin."

Flora looked sympathetically at the thin and thin figure standing at the door.

Luo Li's face was pale, her eyes were dim, her hair was wet in strands by the rain, and she was trembling slightly, like a sparrow soaked by the rainstorm.

Flora held her cold little hand and took her home. After taking a shower, she dried her hair with a large soft and fluffy towel, and let her lean on her, who was weak on her feet, and took her to the bedroom. Loli fell asleep on the bed .

The next day, Flora prepared some delicious food, including lye bread, onion rings, hot soybean milk, and a large orange fruit, which she carefully selected from a basket of oranges.

It's like keeping a pet, I always want to see if she is eating...

Flora poked her head over and over again, and finally saw Loli getting up, holding the orange in both hands, her tiny fingers like stamens.

The way she eats oranges is very special. First, she scratches the top circle with her fingernails, removes the cover, and then struggles to remove the oranges petal by petal.

"What are you doing?" Flora asked curiously.

"Thank you for taking care of me," Luoli said in a faint and pleasant voice, "but I have nothing to return."

She turned around, and her small, white feet poked out from under the quilt.

The quilt was lifted and landed lightly.

The soft paws slid across the cold ground as silently as a cat.

She walked to the table, picked up a stump of candle, put it in the peeled orange peel, and held it in front of Flora with both hands.

"I can only use this as a gift in return, the little orange lantern I made."

"Ah... there's no need to be so grand... I, I didn't do anything... I... I..." Flora waved her hands in a hurry, her fingertips were trembling, she was flattered.

She has distributed fruit countless times, whether it was placed in front of them or handed to them, those guys never said thank you once.

In fact, she didn't need a return gift or a thank you, she just wanted a little bit of positive feedback, but she never got it.

"I can live to this day, thanks to the help of others, but I can't repay it. I'm really ashamed."

Loli lowered her head sadly, as if apologizing for her inability to repay her benefactor.

……

……

Amber was dumbfounded, is this a person?

Such a polite and soft-spoken good boy who makes one can't help but want to kiss him, is actually sleeping on the floor of the interrogation room, swearing swearing!

Damn guy, actually watching people order dishes...

Amber gritted her teeth angrily, and thought to herself, bring an orange to that guy tomorrow, and see what she returns to me.

After listening to Flora's added details, Amber found that Ashley had a low sense of existence among juvenile delinquents. I have a good impression of her.

Seeing that there was no breakthrough in Ashley, Amber turned to ask about the situation of the victim.

"I don't want to mention him. I've seen the corpse, and if I say too much, I'll have nightmares at night." Flora hurriedly shook her head, her face turned pale, and she was a little out of breath.

"Let's go here then, thank you for your cooperation." Amber closed the notebook and put it in the satchel, thinking about the stew gurgling on the stove at home in her mind.

After she left, Flora still stood under the tree for a long time with a dull expression.

It took a while to come back to my senses, and I clenched my hands tightly, turning around a few times, unable to remember where to go for a while, I was stunned, and realized that it was getting late and it was time to go home.

Doma's house is not far from the small auditorium, and the lush Hypericum presses down on the low fence, like a large swaying golden butterfly.The red brick houses, covered with long-span red tile roofs, are simple and elegant.

As usual, when I got home, I reported the results of "doing a good deed every day" to my father who was reading the newspaper on the sofa.

Father's requirement of doing good deeds every day is very high. It is not "good deeds" to pick up a cigarette butt, give a penny to a beggar, or help an old woman cross the road.

Flora told a lie vividly.

Aubrey Dormer folded the newspaper on her knees, beamed with joy, nodded, and the two pointed mustaches on her lips trembled.

The daughter is becoming a living saint, and she has gained the divinity of universal salvation from the process of educating the children who have gone astray.

Aubrey firmly believes that the accumulation of these weak divinities will form the holy light of the soul, which will soon attract the inspiration of the archangel, and the daughter will become a figure like Joan of Arc.

It was an incomparably correct decision to move to the St. Thomas community at the beginning. Not only did I get a job in a charity organization, but I also became famous in the parenting circle of the upper class. Every day, people sent letters asking how to educate their children. In the salon You can easily earn ten quid for a small lecture for 15 people, just by promoting your daughter's deeds.

Chapter 9: Duel

After completing the routine report, Flora felt exhausted and ashamed, and shuffled towards the bedroom.

She didn't know how long the lie could last, but the foreseeable and terrible consequences made her subconsciously avoid it.

Passing by the kitchen, the mother who was cooking glanced at her, but didn't notice anything.

My daughter has always been gentle and silent, even if she has any emotions, she hides them deep in her heart.

Closing the door behind her back, Flora clenched her trembling fingers, feeling restless, so she simply lay down on the bed, escaped into fantasy, and set the time back to the past that hadn't happened yet.

At that time, she was a carefree little loli, living in the countryside with her family, with a deserted and lonely road and a gentle and silent river in front of her house.

At that time, my father was preparing for the exam leisurely, and his chest was not yet full of ambition and drive, and he was not yet fierce enough to vow not to give up without getting into the upper class.

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Flora's cot was a single bed placed against the wall, with boat-shaped upturns at both ends.

Ashley slept here the first night she arrived, and the little orange lamp was still on the bedside table.

The orange peel has dried up and turned like kraft paper. The candle has been burned out and replaced again. Many solidified wax tears have accumulated in the orange peel. The dark brown wax tears are like amber. Flora likes this kind of candle very much. fragrance.

Light up the little orange lamp, lie on your side, put your legs outside the bed without taking off your shoes, staring at the translucent orange peel with a pair of beautiful and melancholy eyes.

The eyelids are gradually closing...

The world in the dream is gray, swaying softly and unsteadily, wisps of wave light twist and turn with the water flow.

Flora felt herself sinking, as if someone had removed the bed, causing her to fall into a system bug. Behind her was the vast data void, and her fall had no end.

goo goo goo...