Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1625: Venture Capital

When flowers, fruits or wheat gradually decay and ferment to a certain extent, but have not yet completely transformed into wine, they often emit an indescribable smell: the base is rich and heavy, but soft and soft. It has countless tiny spikes, which not only pleases you, but also offends 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 spreads softly into the nose, 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 seemed to say from afar: "...I cried."

Who? What?

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

When a man's imperial words rang out, a sense of crisis pierced into Xie Feng's consciousness like a sharp knife, causing her to regain consciousness in a startled manner - she controlled herself I had the urge to open my eyes, but I still closed my eyes and remained motionless, feeling that the sweat all over my 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 asked her to 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 had not heard the man speak at all, and just suddenly asked: "Which one do you like, street lamp or money tree?"

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

The woman known as "Sister Dong" heard this and said lightly: "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 say anything anymore. 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 bit 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 this moment, and the air-conditioned wind blew all the way in the car. At this time, the moisture was sticking to her body, and someone put a heavy blanket on her, making her feel like He was about to be buried alive; Xie Feng lifted the blanket, sat up from the sofa, and trembled as his toes stepped on the cold floor.

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 like it is 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? Have you taken me home?"

"No, this is the hotel I'm staying in." The woman turned her head slightly, her cheekbones and mandibles 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.

"Go 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 that 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 to contact."

Xie Feng pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Your apple was eaten by me."

"Huh?" Xie Feng was stunned - why does this woman's speaking style be so spontaneous and jump around?

Wait a minute, her apple!

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

The woman was quiet for a while, 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."

Perhaps there is no expression more suitable for Dongluo Rong than "disgust" - when she frowned slightly, showing a look of boredom, Xie Feng's thoughts suddenly turned to a strange place: she was a bit Now I understand why there are people with sexual fetishes in the world who like to be tortured.

"Don't give it back to me, don't save money, just order whatever you want, just think of it as me returning the apple to you." When Dong Luorong talked about money, his expression was like seeing an apple. Cockroach: "If you are happy, you can cut all the bed sheets, bathrobes and pillows into pieces, break the lamp, 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, nor who was the man who was chasing her and searching for her. Neither cares. On the contrary, she was very interested in Xie Feng's life on the streets, her school~IndoMTL.com~, her past experiences and the anecdotes in the City of Tears - Xie Feng found that he was probably a person who was easily bewitched by his appearance. , because she didn’t even think that Dong Luorong was inquiring about the protesting students.

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's hard 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: "It's because you are a girl."

Xie Feng raised his head.

"Because you are a girl, I helped you so that you would not have a yearning for me." Dong Luorong pulled up a lock of fallen black hair and once again showed that mixture of disgust and boredom. The look on his face: "...the scholar who fantasizes that a vixen will fall in love with him is the most disgusting thing."

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?"