final doomsday

For some people, London is a city that is desirable. The gorgeous palace, the elegant nobles, and the endless banquets... People are immersed in the luxury of luxury, as if all the wealth in the world gathers here, and all the happiness in the world

All remain here.

But all this means nothing to Jack.

What kind of city is London in her eyes?

The dark sky is not sunny all year round, and the continuous rain makes the already dirty streets even more muddy. The thick fog contains a decay, and it smells bad no matter how long it takes to live. People are running around for life,

But they can't fill their stomachs. A hard-working person was born silently, repeating everything his parents did, and then dying silently.

White bread? That is God’s gift, a delicacy that only nobles and rich people can enjoy.

Excellent public security? That is the word that belongs to the upper class. I don’t know when you will die, maybe you die of illness, maybe you starve, or maybe you die of any "accident".

This is a chaotic city with no hope.

"Ahem, Jack, are you back?" The warm voice of my mother came from the room, accompanied by the seductive aroma of food. This is a woman in her thirties, whose face is no longer young due to the fatigue of life, crawling up early.

She was covered in wrinkles. Even so, she could still attract men, which shows how beautiful she was when she was young.

"Well, mom." Jack threw himself into the woman's arms and gently sniffed the smell coming from his mother.

"What did the priest teach you today?" The woman picked up her daughter, Qingpiao. The chapter was updated the fastest." Piao's body seemed to have no weight.

"Human body structure, this is the basic knowledge that must be learned in surgical operations."

"My daughter will definitely become an excellent doctor in the future, but you should also pay attention to your health now, okay?" The woman held her daughter and sat at the shabby dining table. There was a supper that was extremely rich for them.

"I know, mom." Jack sat in his mother's arms and began praying before the meal together, "Thank you for giving us food and giving us the pleasure of enjoying it."

"Amen."

After the meal, Jack was cleaning up the tableware with his mother.

"Mom, how are you doing recently?"

"Fortunately, my daughter. Oh, I won't need to take medicine for a while, which is definitely a good sign." The mother said relaxedly, "It's not okay to bother the priest. Next time, my mother goes to church with you.

Bar."

"Mom, the medicine cannot be stopped." Jack stopped what was in his hand and frowned his delicate eyebrows. "Your body still needs treatment, and it is inevitable that medicine will be left for a long time. The priest is a good person, and I am working for the church.

.Don’t look at me, I’m very strong.”

"But I know my body..."

"Mom," Jack interrupted and looked at her seriously, "I am a doctor and must be responsible for my patients. Please listen to me. Never stop taking medicine for saving. Actually, I am not

It takes too much food, and the priest will provide me with it when he is in the church. What you need is good rest. No “However, no amount of medicine can cure your disease.”

"Okay, Jack, I'll listen to you." The mother sighed slightly and compromised.

At night, Jack and his mother slept on the same bed. All they could smell in their noses was the smell of men and women after they were in love. The despairing smell could not be washed off after many times after washing the sheets.

The reason is simple. Her mother is a prostitute.

My mother said that when she was born, she had an older brother, but she died of illness. At that time, her father had disappeared and said she was going to go abroad to find gold so that they could live a happy life in the future.

Then what? No news.

Maybe he was dead. Maybe he stayed in that place full of gold, who knows. The mother and daughter didn't even know where each other went, and could only wait day after day.

Wait, wait, wait until my mother is no longer young, and when I grow up gradually.

"Jack" is the name given to his father and mother for his dead brother, and it is also the only proof of his father's existence. He took away all the valuable things in the family, and the inheritance he left was just a "name".

She often fell ill when she was a child, and she heard from the priest that it was a genetic disease. In order to treat her, her mother had to do a lot of work, including prostitutes. Later, her illness did not recur, and her mother suffered from chronic diseases instead.

I can't do it anymore, I'll only have the path of selling my body for money.

What does a mother look like in the mouth of outsiders?

Deceive "The End of Doomsday Chapter 437: Sobbing, the dark fog!" Those "kind" men even brought diseases to others for money. No one wanted to ask what disease she had

No one cares about her life.

People gain self-satisfaction in slandering others, just to be happy.

Jack wanted to become a doctor not for money, but for the purpose of curing his mother's illness. Fortunately, the priest in the church was a real good person. Not only did he not care about her life experience, but he taught her medicine carefully.

Jack was convinced that he could cure his mother because she had to do it.

Everything she has is just two words

Mother.

"Jack, are you asleep?" Mom gently stroked her daughter's silver hair, and her gentle tone was filled with her mother's kindness.

"Not yet, mom. I want to recall what the priest taught today and I will test mine tomorrow."

"Remember?"

"Mom, I have always had a good memory."

"Is that right..." The mother stopped talking, just hugged her daughter quietly. The warm water dripping on Jack's face made her suddenly startled.

Fortunately, it's not blood.

"Mom, are you crying?"

My mother quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a gentle smile: "No, mom won't cry. Go to bed early, don't be too demanding on yourself, okay? Mom is an incompetent woman who can't provide you with a good life.

, there is only so much that can be done in the end…”

"Mom, I don't need anything."

As long as you have a mother.

"I will make money soon, and my mother will be at home to take care of her illness."

I just want my mother.

"Don't worry, I will protect my mom."

I want to protect my mother with my own hands, and I will protect my only treasure even if I try my best.

My happiness, my future. Everything about me!

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it takes five years.

The mother did not look old, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to find "customers". Everyone around her knew that there was a "vicious prostitute" here, and she could only go further to find "business". The disease was tormenting her all the time

The body, the depressed cough is the most common sound heard in the family.

Jack was crazy about knowledge and tried hard to prove to others that he was also a doctor.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of others, she is just a "sincere seed" without her father. She still wants others to admit that her medical skills can be trusted? Even if one or two people are cured, they are considered to be

"happen".

The family is getting poorer and poorer, and the girl's developing body is completely unable to get the nutrition she deserves. She is obviously a fifteen-year-old girl, but she looks like she has not changed at all from five years ago.

Jack doesn't care. Compared to himself, his mother's body is more important.

"However, my mother's pain grew day by day, and the coughing sounds often woke up the neighbors around her at night.

"Why is she not dead?"

"Die early, I've had enough!"

"Or die or leave. You are not welcome here!"

Words hurt their mother and daughter, and deeply carved knife marks in their hearts.

Who is "vicious"?

That day, Jack returned home as usual, but what was waiting for her was not the mother's suppressed coughing and welcome, but the dead silence. She searched around like crazy, and finally found her mother in the dark corner...

Corpse.

The viscera is cut from the chest and abdomen, and the incision is as if performed by a surgeon with decades of experience.

"Mother!"

Sobbing turned into crying, and the world collapsed in an instant.

"I clearly said I wanted to protect you. Why didn't I do it! Touch my head again, smile gently at me! Mom, please, open your eyes and look at me again... Please

You are here, please…”

Why isn't I the one who got sick?

Why do you still have to work hard for me?

"If I could do a little more..."

Why take you away from me?

Why destroy my last treasure?

"If I weren't born at all..."

Why hurt us?

What exactly did we do wrong!

Why, why, why!

"If it weren't for this city, my mom wouldn't have suffered all this, right?"

A desirable city?

Where wealth gathers?

A place of congestion for happiness?

"If there was no such city!"

This is the place where darkness gathers, the capital of hell filled with fog of death and decay!

"Want to hurt my mother?" Jack looked at the dead who was getting closer and closer, his silver pupils were filled with anger. She easily hugged the girl's neck and stood in front of her. Two daggers were held.

Appeared in her hands, the blade reflected the cold moonlight.

I want to protect my mother. Use these hands!

"Want to take my mom away from me again?"

Fear of killing?

"Want to make me lose everything again?"

Don't want to kill someone?

"Then you guys come and try it!"

I finally met and finally got my mother’s one again!

So what if my hands are covered with blood? In order to protect my mother, I would rather cover my whole body with blood!

No one can stop me from protecting everything I have, no one can!

"Sothe in despair, the dark fog!" (To be continued.)

ps: (Someone can see the darkest place in this chapter?)

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