Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

Late at night, deep in the warehouse of a certain abandoned factory to be demolished.

Donahue looked expressionlessly at the last piece of skull being chewed and swallowed by the magic mirror, his eyes drooping, not knowing what he was thinking, or maybe he was thinking nothing.

Suddenly, a loud, rhythmic clapping sounded from the door of the warehouse that should have been empty.

His pupils dilated sharply under the stress, and Donahue instinctively turned around and shouted: "Who!?"

"Relax~ I'm not your enemy." A young male voice said lazily, but the voice was heard but not seen, "I'm the sheriff of Team 7, and I'm here to arrest the man you kidnapped and tortured to destroy Yi Ting Long."

"..." Donahue was silent, one hand still in the big pocket of his loose sweater.

"That thing can't hurt me, put it down, and be careful of accidental discharge." The lazy male voice said, and the direction from which the voice came was left and right, making it difficult to determine the real location.

Donahue frowned and asked tentatively, "Are you not going to arrest me?"

"Of course not." The voice said affirmatively, "The rules of the inner world are different from those of the outer world. As the victim's 'family', you have the right to 'moderate revenge'."

"'Moderate'... Hehe." Donahue's face changed, and finally showed a slightly provocative smile, "What if I'm not going to stop here?"

"Then I can only stop you." The voice said regretfully, "Your boss does have a lot of privileges, but that has nothing to do with you."

"..." Donahue was silent, his right hand still in his pocket, tightly holding the pistol with the safety on.

After a long time, he muttered something in a low voice, as if talking to himself.

The man who claimed to be the sheriff of Team 7 obviously didn't hear clearly, and subconsciously asked: "What?"

"I said..." Donahue repeated slowly and numbly, "Ivy's family is all dead... just because her husband and that rubbish had a job competition..."

"All dead." Donahue murmured, like a dream, "but that rubbish, his family is still fine... why!"

When he said the last sentence, Donahue's tone suddenly became fierce, his voice was sharp and hoarse, and he almost cried blood.

That question was too obvious, and the man who claimed to be the sheriff of Team 7 was silent.

After pondering for a moment, the sheriff who had not appeared said: "Team Seven actually has a prison, but the maintenance cost is very high, and ordinary criminals are not qualified to live there."

"In this case, after we arrest the criminal, we will assign him to a strange story project as a 'trial and error' or 'pathfinder' until he is completely 'scrapped'."

"On the surface, the Sheriff's Bureau will declare that he is a 'serial killer' or 'perverted killer', and was shot dead on the spot during violent resistance to arrest. And because he is 'infected with a high-risk virus' or 'carrying dangerous drugs and leaking', etc., strict follow-up must be done, and the family members are not allowed to visit or claim the body."

"Even if the other party has died of legitimate revenge before being arrested, this set of procedures also applies."

"I have collected a lot of such 'model essays' myself. If you are interested, I can forward them to you for reference."

After saying all this in one breath, the sheriff stopped talking, leaving Donahue enough time to think.

"..." Donahue lowered his eyes, his eyes were dark and unclear.

Finally, he held something tightly in his right hand hidden in his pocket and pulled it out.

He stared at the door of the empty warehouse and said hoarsely: "Forward it to me, the email address is..."

Beside the side wall of the warehouse, the young sheriff, who thought that the prisoner was just an ordinary white-collar worker who accidentally got the puppet, was on a mission alone and thought that he would catch him easily, and he breathed a sigh of relief quietly. While taking out his mobile phone to operate it, he stared at Donahue through the wall and said, "Right away."

In the warehouse, Donahue's mobile phone vibrated slightly, and he really received an email.

Donahue clicked on the email and browsed it roughly and quickly, as if he was completely defenseless.

——He knew very well that with his level of inexperience, if the other party really wanted to do something, it would be better to shout out the boss's name instead of relying on the pistol in his pocket that he had just come into contact with for the first time...

After a while, Tang Naxiu put his phone back into his pocket, picked up the magic mirror that was lying quietly on the ground after eating and drinking, and said, "I will stop here. I hope you can publicize that garbage badly enough."

"Don't worry, Team 7 has a lot of talents in this area." The sheriff said, "You can go back. I will do the aftermath."

"..." Tang Naxiu hesitated for a moment, but still took a step and evacuated the scene according to the previously planned route.

Of course, the planned cleanup operations to erase the traces are no longer necessary.

...

Eight in the morning10 o'clock. It is rumored that there is a restaurant on the upper floor of the office.

Donahue ate the light and nutritious sandwich made by Valya while reading the newspaper.

The front page headline of the newspaper was "Man Poisoned the Family of Rival for Promotion".

On the other side, Valya held a sandwich in her hand and said weakly: "Sorry, I didn't know you would come today, and I didn't prepare what you like..."

Donahue took a bite of the sandwich that tasted too light, and said calmly: "I am the one who shamelessly ate for free, you don't have to feel sorry."

"How, how can you say that! The food expenses given by the boss also include your share!" Valya tried to refute anxiously.

——If the doll's skin does not change color, her cheeks must have flushed red, anxious.

"..." Donahue stared at the newspaper in silence.

——This woman's brain circuit is too weird, he really can't deal with it, and he is not in the mood to deal with it.

…

After having breakfast early, Donahue went downstairs and prepared to apologize to Nicole.

“…What! Nicole is missing?!” Donahue widened his eyes in shock. For a moment, he was anxious and regretful.

“That day, she went to the hospital to visit you and never came back.” Robert said worriedly, “Because I told her before that the store is not busy these days, and you can come back to work after you recover, so…”

“…” Donahue listened to Robert’s explanation while dialing Nicole’s number over and over again, but…

“The number you dialed is turned off, you…”

The only response to him was this repeated, cold mechanical voice.

“How could this happen…” Donahue muttered to himself blankly, his eyes unfocused.

“Call the police first!” Robert couldn’t help but remind him.

“Yes! Call the police first! Call the police!” Donahue suddenly realized and pressed the police number.

…

Time goes back to when Nicole had a big fight with Donahue in the Seventh Team Hospital and ran away crying.

Sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom cubicle, she cried unbridled and vented her chaotic emotions. After thinking it over again and again, Nicole finally made a decision.