Doomsday Wonderland

When flowers, fruits or wheat gradually decay and ferment to a certain level, but have not yet completely transformed into wine, they often emit an indescribable smell: the base is rich and heavy, but soft and yet still seems to have a hint of alcohol. Countless tiny spikes not only please you, but also offend you.

Xie Feng had smelled something similar when his mother was making plum wine; but the plum wine with rock sugar was too flattering, unlike this strange smell at this time - it permeated the air. The nose is soft, but it does not hide its intention to invade and occupy.

At this time, this strange smell was wrapping around Xie Feng's mind, like a broken board, carrying her ups and downs in a groggy dream.

She vaguely felt that she was in the process of moving; she felt dizzy and nauseous in waves, and wanted to wake up but couldn't open her eyes. She didn't know where she was. Did she fall asleep on the way to school? Have you ever taken the subway? She wanted to go home today - no, no, it would be nice to go to school.

"Oh," a female voice that was as unfamiliar as the smell said as if from afar, "...I'm crying."

who? What?

"...Sister Dong, do you really want to take her back?"

When a man's imperial words rang out, the sense of crisis pierced into Xie Feng's consciousness like a sharp knife, causing her to wake up with a start - she controlled herself to open her eyes. Impulsively, he still closed his eyes and remained motionless, feeling that the sweat all over his body met the cold air of the air conditioner. By the way, she's in a car.

"I don't think she looks like a girl at all when she's dressed like this. She's probably one of those unsafe elements," the imperial man continued, "Wouldn't it be better to take her back?"

The person he called "Sister Dong" was probably the woman who let her get in the car. Xie Feng was still not sure whether he had been saved or whether he had escaped from the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth again - why did the woman take him away? Where to take it back?

The woman didn't answer, and the car was quiet for a few seconds.

When her voice sounded, it was as if she hadn't heard the man speak at all, and just asked suddenly: "Which one do you like, street lamp or money tree?"

"Ah? What do you mean?" The man was stunned, and replied a little confused: "Let's make money."

The woman known as "Sister Dong" heard this and said calmly: "I don't like any of them."

What is she talking about? What do you like or dislike? Xie Feng thought with doubts.

After "Street Lamp and Money Tree", the man didn't ask any more questions. As soon as the car became quiet, Xie Feng's consciousness became confused again, and she drifted to an unknown direction. When she woke up again, she opened her eyes in the darkness and reached out to feel around her.

"Didn't you wake up several times in the car," the voice that was already familiar sounded with a hint of complaint, "Why did you look like a bag of potatoes when you got here?"

Xie Feng got up in a daze, blinked hard, and gradually saw clearly.

Her clothes were soaked by the rain at the moment, and the air-conditioned wind blew all the way in the car. The moisture was covering her body, and someone put a heavy blanket on her body, making her feel like she was being buried alive. Xie Feng lifted up the blanket and sat up from the sofa. He stepped on the cold floor with his toes and couldn't help but shiver.

The shoes were taken off.

Opposite is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, but the skylight that comes through is so dark that it seems to be covered with gauze curtains. The high and low buildings in the City of Tears were all covered in the gray rain and fog outside the window; occasionally, lights that were turned on in advance pierced the downpour, as if they had violated a taboo, and were smeared and obscured by the thick fog in the blink of an eye.

A figure sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his bare legs stretched out from the silk satin nightgown and resting on the footstool. All the details of that woman were hidden, and only a smooth and dull white line was reflected on the deep black silhouette, sliding across the undulations of her body and smooth skin, like a person made of metal.

The room was cold, dark, and lifeless. Even the half glass of wine left on the table, a plate with sauce stains, and a crumpled napkin looked like ancient human relics, rather than like something that had just been used - lunch ? dinner? what time is it now?

Xie Feng jumped up suddenly, but swayed top-heavy and almost fell down again. She quickly held onto the coffee table and waited until the stars in front of her receded before asking in Imperial dialect: "I...where am I? Did you take me home?"

"No, this is the hotel I'm staying in." The woman turned her head slightly, her cheekbones and lower jaw turned a plaster-like color by the skylight. "If I send you to the hospital, you won't have money for medical treatment, right?"

"I'm not sick," Xie Feng said immediately, "I just fell down...Thank you, I'll leave now."

"I didn't drive you away." She smiled and said.

"I, I know...I'm sorry, I just have something that I need to go back and deal with quickly." Xie Feng also felt that his attitude was not polite to the person who saved her, so he made up for it.

"Going back to where?" the woman asked casually.

What?

"Didn't you say you were going back? Where?"

Xie Feng opened his mouth, knowing that this was a question he should be able to answer quickly, but he still stuttered for two seconds before saying: "I...I live in a hotel."

The figure in front of the window suddenly sat up straight, bent down, and picked up something from the other side of her armchair - Xie Feng's schoolbag.

"You only have three coins in your wallet," the woman put her schoolbag on the ground and asked, "What hotel is so affordable?"

"You - you read my things?" Xie Feng felt that he should be angry at this moment, his voice was raised, but he didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't squeeze out any anger.

"When I bring you in, I have to know who you are." The woman sighed, "If anything goes wrong with you, I also have to know who to contact. But... just as I thought, no one can connect."

Xie Feng pursed his lips and said nothing.

"I ate your apple."

"Ah?" Xie Feng was stunned - why does this woman's speaking style jump around so much as she pleases?

Wait, her apple!

"But... I only have that one apple..." Xie Feng whispered.

The woman was quiet for a while, then finally put her legs down, stood up from the chair, and slowly walked to the sofa. Due to the backlight, her face was hidden in the shadows; it could only be seen that she was not short, about 1.7 meters tall, half a head taller than Xie Feng, who was slim and strong.

"My name is Dong Luorong," she said calmly, as if Xie Feng had just asked her. "It doesn't matter what you call me."

At this time, Xie Feng was a little unsure whether he should introduce himself. She didn't want to lie, but she didn't dare to tell an Imperial person her real name.

"You have no home and no money. You have nothing except your own body." Dong Luorong's voice was hoarse and soft, but his words were not polite at all. She raised her finger and pointed at the floor-to-ceiling window behind her, and asked, "Which do you think is safer, here or in the outside world?"

...Xie Feng stayed.

Xie Feng told herself that this was temporary. The main reason why she stayed was because what Dong Luorong said made sense. Besides, she also ordered room service for herself. At this time, it was a bit unrealistic to show high moral integrity. When the meal was served, Xie Feng almost buried her head in the plate - when she took a bite of the mutton, it was like comparing the strength of her teeth and the fork. .

Dong Luorong seemed to regard her as an entertainment show, sipping the glass of cold wine while watching her eat. At this age, Xie Feng had never been watched while eating. When her stomach was half stuffed, she finally felt uncomfortable. She wiped her mouth and said, "Well, although I stay here, I can still continue to do odd jobs. ...I will pay you back the meal money."

There may be no expression more suitable for Dong Luorong than "disgust" - when she frowned slightly, showing a look of boredom, Xie Feng's thoughts suddenly turned to a strange place: she somewhat understood why the world There will be the kind of sexual fetish that takes masochism as a hobby.

"Don't give it back to me, don't save money, just order whatever you want, just think I'm giving you the apple back." When Dong Luorong talked about money, his expression was like seeing a cockroach: " If you're happy, you can cut all the bed sheets, bathrobes and pillows into pieces, smash the lamps, plates and cups, and just pay the price."

...The tone of her voice made Xie Feng feel that she had done this kind of thing more than once.

"Do you have a grudge against Qian?" Xie Feng didn't know what to say, so he could only make a joke.

Dong Luorong looked at her, his eyes seemed to have the color of wine waves under the light.

"Yes," she replied very seriously, "Do you want any money? You can take my wallet, jewelry, and watches as you like. My clothes are very expensive, and second-hand stores that recycle famous products will ask for them."

This woman is so strange, Xie Feng thought.

Not only did he encourage her to become a thief; Dong Luorong didn't ask who she was or what her name was, nor why she fell on the road in the rain. He didn't even care who the man who was chasing her was. . On the contrary, she was interested in Xie Feng's life on the street, her school, UU Reading www. ｕukｎshu.net She was very interested in her past experiences and the anecdotes in Tears City - Xie Feng found that she was probably a person who was easily deceived by appearance, because she didn't even think that Dong Luorong was spying on the protesting students. information.

When he put down the tableware, Xie Feng thought about it again and again, and finally asked: "Why do you want to help me?"

At this time, Dong Luorong rested his chin on the empty glass, his eyes wandering and misty, obviously he was not drinking well. She tilted her head and thought for a while before saying, "Because I feel good."

...It seems difficult to communicate normally with this woman.

Xie Feng naturally didn't believe this answer, but it was hard to ask again.

But Dong Luorong continued: "Because you are a girl."

Xie Feng raised his head sharply.

"Because you are a girl, I helped you so that you would not miss me." Dong Luorong pulled up a lock of fallen black hair and once again showed a look of disgust and boredom: "...It is the most disgusting thing to imagine that a vixen will fall in love with his scholar."

Xie Feng actually didn't quite understand it - maybe a man had similar thoughts about her? I really want to see what kind of man would think that such a woman can fall in love with him.

Unexpectedly, Dong Luorong hasn't finished speaking yet.

"The third reason is that I am investing." She tilted her head, looking at the rainy and foggy city outside the floor-to-ceiling window, which looked like a gray pencil drawing, and said softly: "...What if you can evolve?"