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1:16:23 a.m. Western Standard Time

"Very good, then I'll inspect the second floor, you will inspect the first floor, and meet in the elevator in half an hour. ”

Jimmy Douglas, a night guard at Four Seasons Plaza, heard his partner, the dark-haired Mexican, say to him, his brown skin glowing greasy in the nighttime mall lights.

Jimmy hates Mexicans.

Jimmy hates it when other people dictate him.

And his partner is a Mexican who likes to point fingers at him.

He raised his eyes to look at the swarthy young man in front of him, and felt an inexplicable rush of anger in his stomach, and he began to imagine what it would be like for his fist to hit that face, and he wanted to spit the cloudy spit in his throat into the man's smug face.

Then he nodded, reached under his drooping belly, and pulled the heavy flashlight out of the gap between the fat and the belt.

“…… Good. ”

He said.

Jimmy still found Mexicans disgusting, but he also knew that he wouldn't punch him out, and he would never spit in the face of the young man who was much stronger than him - he couldn't beat him, and that it was so politically incorrect to treat a minority like this would probably cost him his job, which would mean he would have to go back and face the face of the same fat and irascible mother-in-law as himself.

He could already imagine what vicious words the woman would use to mock him if he had no income.

Jimmy's back was damp and cold, and the thought of the woman made him feel a pang of uncontrollable nausea, and when his partner waved at him, he pretended not to see it, and struggled to move his hips towards the first floor of the hall.

The first floor of the Four Seasons Mall is a luxury complex with high-end shoes, cosmetics and leather bags, and there is even a small tropical park in the center, with a fountain next to lush ferns and palm trees and other plants that Jimmy didn't know about, and they had to order a new batch of tropical plants every quarter to replace the dead ones, but the mall's customers didn't know about it.

During the day, when the mall is open, there is a small round coffee table with white and gold □□heads, and girls in stiletto heels sit here and chat softly like birds. Their cheeks, which were obviously freshly injected, would unconsciously glue Jimmy's gaze. During the day shift, Jimmy would stay around for a little longer, and no one would care about his somewhat over-scorching sneaky peeps.

After all, for this group of wealthy little pigeons, the security guards, who are slow to move because they are overweight, are as humble as stones in a flower bed, and there is nothing noteworthy about them.

"It's just a bunch of □□—"

Jimmy muttered a little unpleasant at the thought of them that night.

I don't know why, today he feels a little uneasy.

Jimmy hits his flashlight on the glass window beside him, and the merchandise is as unrealistic behind the glass as stickers cut out of a magazine. Jimmy stood in front of the window for a moment, and suddenly he realized that he would never buy or use these items for the rest of his life (unless he was lucky enough to find some of the Salvation Army stores with their labels cut off, but at that time he wouldn't recognize what they were).

Jimmy let out a loud sneeze and an indescribable annoyance crossed his heart, and he walked away from the window and began to walk towards the tropical garden of the atrium.

He wasn't going to tour the rest of the area, he decided to get back to the duty room early, where he still had half a pizza left, and there was still time for him to play another game. As soon as he walked through the atrium, he was able to walk to the elevator at the other end of the building.

It was at this time that he saw "that thing".

A door.

Jimmy stopped and pointed his flashlight at the door standing in the center of the little tropical garden.

It had a door frame made of beechwood, an old, old door panel, the cat's eye in the center covered by a piece of iron the size of a fingernail, and to the right of the door was a round handle of stainless steel, and the convex surface full of scratches was a little concave.

It looks almost ordinary.

It's like the kind of model that a renovation company uses to show a model door to a customer.

There are no walls, only a door, and the dull straight wood stands lonely among the ferns of the tropical garden.

"Damn it—"

Jimmy stared at the door, frowning.

Something wasn't quite right, he could feel it...... A strange feeling came over him the moment he saw the door.

He felt his palms become damp and his throat was dry.

“…… Those bastard designers will never get their display props right. ”

Jimmy said.

In fact, he didn't need to say anything, but at this moment he always felt that he should make a voice - to himself.

His instinct told him that he should get out of here, and leave right away.

Yet something more intense* struck him.

He took his own steps, and approached the door, his steps not so brisk in a long time.

The soles of his shoes stepped directly on those expensive plants, which were particularly delicate because they lived in unsuitable conditions, and a wet fishy smell emerged from the crushed plants.

The door stood quietly.

And Jimmy's hand slowly gripped the doorknob.

"Click-"

The doorknob turned, making a clear sound.

two

1:26:34 a.m. Western Standard Time

"Oh-no-oh God-"

Dr. Lola was examining the woman's vital signs when she heard the trainee midwife screaming.

The screams of the young woman mingled with the □□ of the dying stinking woman on the delivery bed, and Lola felt her temples throb.

She took a deep breath, the smell of disinfectant, amniotic fluid, and blood in the air, and the feeling of nausea churning over her anger subsided.

"Calm down, tell me what's wrong?!"

She looked over at the damn loud voice, only to find that the newborn baby was in her arms, her pale green sterile gown covered in blood.

It could have killed the child directly, but the other midwives who were supposed to stop her stood there as if they were collectively stunned, looking blank at the child in the midwife's arms with that blank gaze.

The child was crying.

The corners of Laura's eyes jumped, and she looked at the women in shock, not understanding what they were doing.

The baby had come out, she had heard the child's powerful howl, and from her current perspective she could see the baby's tiny arms and feet—a qiē normal.

However, at this moment, her gaze suddenly stopped somewhere in the baby's body.

She rushed over and snatched the child out of the hands of the already frightened midwife, who looked at the child in shock, unable to believe her eyes.

She finally realized that this child was unusual.

On the back of this newborn, there are a pair of tiny, palm-sized white wings.

It's like the kind of wings that everyone would see in a religious painting, white, with wonderful wings, the blood of the newborn has not stained it even the slightest, and every feather of it shines with a clear and pure white light in the light of the operating room.

Lola reached out in a trance and ran down the wings of what did not seem like reality, her fingertips felt the warm, regular pulsation, and the wings fluttered gently as the child cried.

The wings are one with the child - this is not a boring joke!

This is a real, winged child.

"For God's sake. ”

An illusory voice whispered in her ear.

It took her a moment to realize it was her own voice.

"Angel ...... God, it's an angel!"

The midwife's face was contorted with ecstasy.

With a "poof", she fell to her knees and crossed with her hands on her chest.

"God has shown His miracles, Merciful Lord, and He has given us an angel!"

……

Amid the midwife's trembling, shrill prayers, the child let out even louder cries.