Hardly had his voice faded away, Heloise's hand was grabbed, and the electronic lock ring on her slender wrist was revealed.
Inside the electronic lock, there was the identity information of all so-called psychotic people when they were sent to this slum.
In order to be accepted by the slum, the Brook’s had Heloise’s identity forged as a mentally ill and homeless individual without the ability to take care of themselves.
Someone scanned with his cellular phone and reported, “Mr. Wordsworth, it's a psychotic definitely.”
“Any detail?”
“She was sent over here three years ago, 21 years old now, without specific identification information. She should be a homeless woman diagnosed with schizophrenia.”
“21 years old.”
The man repeated the number with a gloomy and contemptuous tone, “This woman who should have been in the slum since birth was not discovered and sent over till the age of 18?”
“……”
What does it mean to be in the slum from birth? What nonsense is it!
Heloise lowered her head and continued to pretend that she was a person with mental diseases.
The leather shoes walked step by step in front of her, and the straight lines of the pants began to bend and deform. The man squatted down before her, and the corner of the dark coat swept the yellow leaves on the ground.
In the next second, her chin was tightly pinched and lifted.
Heloise's pain was so intense that she had to lift her eyes and bumped them into a pair of gloomy and cold eyes, causing her breathing to stagnate.
The man before her eyes looked just 27 or 28 years old, with a handsome appearance that would scourge the nation and people, below his sharp and short hair. His skin was charming, and his outline was as sharp and deep as carving. Under his raised eyebrows, he had a pair of narrow and long eyes, with a single eyelid at the eye socket, an upturned tail, and a deep groove that was extremely pretty and coquettish.
He compressed the lips, which gave off a hint of coldness just by looking at them.
He stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze and looked down upon her with pride.
Heloise saw her expressionless self in his eyes. Staying in the mountain for too long had already turned her into a facial paralysis, with all her emotions roaring in the body and never appearing on the face.
The gaze at each other lasted for two minutes.
Quite good! People in the entire PHOENIXFELL Country hardly dare to stare at him for so long without a fear.
The girl had an extremely pure face, with injuries, probably scraped by the branches or something. The deep wounds added some innocent and bloodthirsty beauty to her, which made him feel heartbroken.
Being pinched by him like this, she didn't make any noise or get sick, then a hint of interest flashed across the dark eyes of Reginald.
Interesting!
The guards with guns beside him stood quietly by, and those psychotics who occasionally rushed up were all dealt with, with a single shot, without mercy.
Suddenly, Reginald patted her in the face and stood up, “She is the one!”
He who stood by and respectfully handed over a clean towel to Reginald, "Mr. Wordsworth, there's no longer need to choose? There are so many mental patients here in the slum.”
“Unnecessary.”
Reginald answered, taking the towel and slowly wiped the pair of slender hands, elegantly as if wiping an artistic work.
Then, he casually threw the towel onto the ground and turned to leave.
Everyone followed at once.
Heloise was also pulled up from the ground and walked forward, one left and one right seizing her on both sides by the arms.
She kept quiet, awared that any struggle would be futile under so many guns.
She heard the person on the right curiously asked, “Ben, why does Mr. Wordsworth have to come here to the slum to pick a psychotic back home?”
The young man, known as Ben, walked ahead and smiled at him, saying, “How dare you inquire anything about Mr. Wordsworth? You’re gonna die.”
Ben’s words seemed an understatement.
The questioner immediately silenced and dared not say any word more, as if the words “Mr. Wordsworth” were a deadly curse.
Mr. Wordsworth?
What kind of big shot is this?
Pick her back home?
So, in another word, instead of killing her, can she leave this mountain alive?
Everyone moved quietly forward, and no one noticed the twinkle of rebirth in the eyes of the girl who was taken away.
On the high rooftop of the bizarre hut in the distance, several teenagers gathered together to see what had happened. “How weird! Heloise is skilled enough to seize the weapons to kill the baddies for self-defense. Why would she willingly leave with them?” A teenage boy was lying on the edge of the rooftop, wearing a pale hospital uniform and staring blankly in the direction of the helicopter. “Firstly, Heloise really wants to leave here.” Someone answered. “What about the second one?” The little boy continued to ask. “Secondly, Heloise is so smart that she knows that the man who takes her away is not easy to cope with. That's Mr. Reginald Wordsworth!” Standing alone on the rooftop, looking out at the seaside, seeing Heloise had already been taken into a helicopter, the answerer added. "If you could also get out of BlueWolf Mountain one day in the future, you’d better take a detour when you hear the name Reginald Wordsworth, who is even more difficult to deal with than the Kin
The maid's eyes widened in sudden horror and she lost her voice in shock. The gate of the courtyard was pushed open from outside. Several bodyguards were the first to enter and stood in the doorway, bowing their heads in greeting. The tall shadow of the man was reflected on the ground. Reginald stretched his slender legs and stepped into Hyacinth Garden expressionlessly. Just a few steps out, a black shadow fell from the sky. The bodyguards immediately drew the guns from their belts and rushed over. Reginald subconsciously raised his hand, and the skinny girl landed in the crook of his arm, and the impact caused him to take a slight step backward, and his coat flipped over, making an arc in mid-air. Petals fell from the fence. He lowered his head, his gaze grimly looking at the person in his arms, only to see the girl in a thin nightgown, just shrinking in front of his chest, not a bit of the shock of falling from the air could be seen on her clean face, and her almond-like eye
Ben walked in from outside and heard it, lifting his eyes to look deeply at Heloise for a long time before saying with emotion, "Yes, very similar to Missy, who was also peaceful and quiet like that when she fell ill back then, and even kept graceful when she passed away.""She was only 21 when she died."Speaking of this sentence, Reginald's voice was extraordinarily somber, like he was suppressing a certain emotion."The young lady's general medical checkup has been done, there are no contagious diseases or aggressiveness, you'll have no problem staying with her, but it's still a good idea to be safe." Ben reported, "Also, didn't get an ID on her.""Doesn't matter, what identity does a substitute need?"Reginald snorted dismissively."......"Seems like the odds of it being an old lover are in the majority.What's this about? Some old lover with schizophrenia died and got a 21-year-old psychotic back as an emotional replacement?Shit.So, would she be stuck as a replacement for the
She had to slide down from the window and close it.Those footsteps stopped in the doorway.Heloise couldn't think twice about taking a seat on the bed next to her and biting her nails in a feigned stupor."You are here!"A grim, displeased voice rang through the room.Heloise didn't look up, her eyes skimming over the crystal handicraft to make a decision secretly.She had stabbed an old man in the lower half of his body three years ago. Worst case scenario, she would do it again this time.With that thought, her heart calmed down.The devil's steps were closing in on her.The scent of men's body lotion enveloped her and the white bathrobe fell into her sight.Heloise gulped and slowly raised her head.No amount of dullness could hide the fact that she had beautiful eyes, dull but pure as a sheet of white paper.Reginald stood in front of her, his eyes gazing at her, his short hair dripping wet, drops of water running down the corners of his forehead and slowly dripping down his prom
Heloise was lying straight on the bed.What's this about?Reginald followed and lay down, the man's presence frighteningly strong, barking orders, "Hold me.""......"Holy shit.Heloise silently moved her body aside; her hand being forcefully grabbed once more."You're a troublesome little lunatic, you can't understand human language."Reginald said disgustedly before crossing her arm towards the bed and pillowing himself up.Immediately afterward, he curled up again to lie on his side in her direction, one of his long legs straddling her directly."......"Heloise was speechless.Looking at him in this childlike, rude and unrestrained posture, Heloise felt dreadfully embarrassed.His sleeping posture is really ......When his sister died, he should still be just a little retard, right?"Sis, father came to see me today."The man suddenly stared at her and opened his mouth, his sneering and mocking voice coming out of his throat, "Asking me to allocate money for him to loiter in sport
Blood splattered down on the white snow, as if splattering a bright red Hyacinth in demonic bloom.Bodies were strewn across the ground.The girl stood in the snow, her red-dyed skirt flipping in the gusty wind, playing a dirge."Sis!"The young boy's mournful cry cut through this snowy night.The young girl was suddenly woken up, her eyes shook, blankly looking at the knife dripping with blood in her hand, and then at the corpses all over the ground, and realizing with hindsight what she had done, she suddenly clutched her head and screamed hysterically."Sis!""I killed!"The girl was trembling, and suddenly, as if she had figured something out, she turned her head to look at her brother standing in the doorway, her eyes sad, and muttered, "It’s good, Reginald, so that they can't come and bully you anymore."The flying snow fell on the girl's shoulders and skirt, she tilted her head back to look at the snow falling in the air and smiled lowly, her smile bright and shocking." Regina
Reginald's breath halted for a moment, his chest tickling at her look and her voice, and he had an impulse to tear the dress off her immediately.Shit.Couldn't stand it!As soon as Reginald let go of her, he turned and got out of bed, not even putting on his slippers, and left the room barefoot, just like fleeing.Finally, he went away.Ouch.Rubbing her nose, Heloise got out of bed and tiptoed out, padding until she reached the stairs, where she hid behind a large antique vase and peered down the stairs.In the living room, Ben stood with his hands carrying a brand-new man's double-breasted coat in his hands.Reginald coldly unfolded his arms and slipped the white shirt on with smooth, handsome actions."A few more legislators have been running their mouths in front of the press today, claiming that you are manipulating PHOENIXFELL's economy and are out to destroy it." Ben spoke up, his voice suppressed, not daring to loudly annoy this young master."That’s correct, I am sure to man
Harriet and Jane looked on dumbfounded, uncharacteristically acquiescing that her mental illness was flaring up.Heloise jumped further and further away, bouncing back and forth between the two maids' rooms.Jane uneasily kept following her.Under Jane's watchful eye, Heloise moved quickly to steal the sleeping spills of Harriet."Fly, fly, I'm a little butterfly, I'm a little bee ......"A little tired of bouncing, Heloise flapped a pair of arms and ran up and through the building and flew into the kitchen like a butterfly."Ouch, miss, this kitchen isn’t the place for fun." Jane quickly stopped her, "Come on, come on, out with Jane, dear.""I want to gather honey! I want to harvest honey!"Heloise yelled, knocking her head towards the cooking bench as she struggled.Jane rushed to embrace her, Heloise's eyes flickered, and before Jane regained her senses, Heloise had smoothly dropped several pills into the water bottle.Nobody noticed what she had done.Only after doing this, did sh