Chapter 2 How dare you inquire about Mr. Lynch?
After words, Marlene''s hand was caught, and the electronic lock ring on her fine wrist was revealed.
It contained the identity information of everyone when they were sent to the ind
In order to meet the storage conditions of the slum, Marlene was arranged by the Evans as a mentally ill wanderer without self-care ability.
Someone scanned it with his mobile phone and reported, "Mr. Lynch, she is a mental patient."
"Specific information.”
"She was sent here three years ago. She is 21 years old and has no specific identification information. And she should be a wandering girl diagnosed
with schizophrenia."
"21 years old."
The man repeated the number gloomily and contemptuously, "She was supposed to be in the slum from birth. But she was just found and sent here
at the age of 18."
What did he mean by "she was supposed to be in the slum from birth"? What nonsense.
Marlene with her head down and continue to pretend that there was something wrong with her brain.
The leather shoes came to her step by step, the lines of straight trousers began to bend and deform, and the man squatted down in front of her,
whose corners of ink coat swept the yellow leaves on the ground.
The next second, her chin was severely choked and lifted
Marlene shuddered with pain, looking up into a pair of gloomy and cold eyes, and her breath suddenly stagnated.
The man in front of her looked only twenty-four or five years old. Under his sharp short hair, he had an oriental face that was very handsome. His skin
was as white as snow, and his outline was as sharp as carving. Under his raised eyebrows, he had a pair of long and narrow eyes, with single eyelids
and upturned eye corners, which made him look extremely sexy.
He pursed his thin lips, which gave birth to a feeling of cold blood for no reason.
He stared at her with examining and arrogant eyes.
Marlene saw herself in his eyes, who was expressionless. Staying on the ind for too long. she seemed to be facial paralysis—all her emotions only
roared in her body, but were never showed on the face.
They looked at each other for two minutes.
Yes, there were really few people in the whole country A, who dare to look him in the eye for so long without being afraid
The girl in fromt.of him had a pure
face, and het face was injured,
probab y scraped by branches or =~
somethiitg else. The deep wound
addedher a pure bloodthirsty —
aesthetic feeling, which made
people flipped.
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Being so pinched by him, she neither made any noise or trouble, nor got mad for her mental illness—this made Tristan more interested in her.
Interesting.
People with guns around them stood by quietly, and patients who rushed here had been shot without mercy.
Suddenly, Tristan patted her face and got up. "It''s her.”
Someone Stood aside, respectfully~.
handed_over a clean towel after LS
hearing that, "Mr. Lynch, don''t you
see more? There are many ngental
patients i in the slum." ~
"No."
Tristan took the towel and wiped his slender hands slowly and gracefully, just like wiping artworks.
After that, he threw the towel to the ground and turned away.
His men immediately followed him
Marlene was also pulled up from the ground, being held from her sides to go forward.
She was not noisy—with so many guns, any struggle was ineffective.
She heard the person on the right ask curiously, “Assistant Malloy, why do we have toe to the slum and pick a mental patient back?"
The young-man called Assistant?
Malloy walked in front, smiled and
said, "Wow dare you inquire about
Mr. Lynch’ s affairs casually? Do you
waht to die?"
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They were understated.
The interrogator immediately silenced and did not dare to say a word, as if the word "Mr. Lynch" was the curse of life.
Mr. Lynch
What the hell was this big shot?
Pick her back?
So, instead of killing her, she could get off the ind alive?
They walked forward quietly, and no one found that the fundus of the girl who was taken away lit up with the light of rebirth.