The person in front of him, who was locked in a cage like an animal, knelt on the ground, and his body above the knee was folded over his shins, almost parallel to the ground. The ragged and torn clothes were no longer visible, the breasts were half exposed, and the long, black, tangled black hairs on the arms grew tenaciously like weeds under the stones, growing out of the broken strips of cloth. The fingers were twisted with excessive force, and something like webbing grew between the fingers, and the thickened nails were coiled and exuding great strength.

Monya was half a meter away from the cage, carefully paying attention to her surroundings, her expression solemn and surprised, because the body lying on her back had a face that he was still familiar with.

When Monya came to the cage, he "fed" it twice, and saw that the woman in the cage did not react at all. Monya secretly shook the cage vigorously, and the cage made a sound of metal colliding, and the woman in the cage made a "purring" sound in her throat similar to that of a feline. Monya flicked the big lock on the cage as gently as she could, and at this moment, the woman on the ground shook violently, her hands bent and scratched on the ground, and her nails scratched the ground with a screeching sound.

The woman in the cage opened her eyes, and when she saw Monya, her round pupils shrank into a thin one, and the whites of her eyes were blue, and she looked quite scary staring at people. Meng Ya also paused for a few seconds before she suppressed her voice and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The woman looked at him, she didn't seem to be so nervous, her pupils slowly returned to normal, she turned over, lay on the ground, and knelt in the direction of Meng Ya inch by inch, and her eyes slowly revealed a little vitality.

"Who the hell are you? Who locked you up here? ”

The woman opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word, only a low roar in her throat. In the light of the calcium carbide firelight, her pupils became slender again, and her low roar was suddenly violent, dragging her body hard to the innermost corner of the cage.

It turned out that out of nowhere came a man wearing an iron mask, holding a silenced pistol, and shot at Monya's head, perhaps it was the reaction of the woman in the cage that made Monya react subconsciously, Monya actually avoided the fatal blow, the bullet just grazed Monya's temple, hit the opposite wall, and the person wearing the veneer saw that the hit missed, and fired several shots in succession.

The impact of bullets and iron cages made a hoarse metallic sound. The woman in the cage seemed frightened and began to pound the iron door frantically.

The Man in the Iron Mask took aim again, but the distance was too close, and Monya knocked down the gun in the Iron Mask with a roundabout kick from the sideways. As the two were in a fierce fight, the cage was knocked open by the woman, and at the same time, Monya finally knocked the Man in the Iron Mask to the ground with one last blow.

Monya whispered to stop the woman who was running around, but who knows, maybe it was God's guidance, and the woman's father stumbled out along the way Monya had come. Monya had no choice but to wipe the blood from her cheeks and quickly followed.

*

Mai Dong was still confused at this time, and Mrs. Johns knew that this thin girl was suffering from inhuman mental torture inside.

After several years of contact, Mrs. Johns understood that this girl was a stubborn character, much like her when she was younger. Looking weak and quiet, but with a tenacious vitality like a pampas reed, if it is not really unbearable, how can it close itself off and trap itself in a chaotic world? How could it be, in a moment, reveal so much desolation and despair?

Unfortunately, she couldn't help her. As a world-renowned psychologist and expert in cranial nerves, Mrs. Johns felt her own insignificance. Mrs. Johns took Mai Dong's hand and walked to the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

The four seasons of osmanthus exude a very faint fragrance of osmanthus, the winter sun is about to sink westward, a little bit of afterglow has not much temperature, the wind blows over, and the coolness is still flourishing. Mai Dong saw that Mrs. Johns was wearing a cheongsam, which seemed to be a little thin, so he stood without a trace, as if he could block the cold disturbance.

"Madame, you are so beautiful." Mai Dong praised from the bottom of his heart that the application was simple, like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Mrs. Johns was delighted, and stretched out her hand to arrange Mai Dong's hair lovingly, and then she took pictures of Mai Dong's hand and said, "Mai Mai is more beautiful." The beauty of Mai Mai is like a cup of tea, you should taste it slowly, and the more you taste, the more you taste. ”

"Madam, are you comforting me," Mai Dong wrinkled his nose mischievously, and Mai Dong pointed to the osmanthus on his side, "Madame is trying to say that this is 'dull and light and soft'[1]? It's just because it's ugly that it's 'estranged from love' to keep people's eyes with fragrance! ”

Mrs. Johns was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing, "You girl, how have I ever comforted you!" I'm afraid you think the same way in your heart, but what you think in your heart is that you're the 'first-rate among flowers'?! ”

After speaking, the two looked at each other and laughed, like old friends for many years.

But before the laughter could be heard, the intermittent screams rushed over, and Mai Dong subconsciously pushed Mrs. Johns away, only to be hit by the woman who rushed over with her cape.

Mrs. Johns was shocked, and what she saw was even more shocked. Unclothed, the ten fingers resemble some kind of primate vertebrate and reptilian ground complex, with long webbed fingers and black, thick, pointed nails that bend inward, clearly the weapons that beasts have evolved to capture their prey.

At this time, these ten weapons were pinching Mai Dong's neck......

Meng Ya rushed over, half knelt down, and pinched the ten fingers on Mai Dong's neck with both hands, the mad woman's strength was very strong, and she stalemate for a while, seeing that she was about to break it, the crazy woman took the opportunity to bite Monya's arm, and the sharp fangs pierced into the flesh, Meng Ya gritted her teeth and broke the mad woman's hands away. Suddenly, the madwoman fell to the ground on her back......

It turned out that Qi Zai heard the movement and hurried back. Seeing the stalemate between Monya and the madwoman in the courtyard, he raised his hand to stun it, and at the same time, Monya exerted a little effort and threw it to the ground.

Meng Ya picked up Mai Dong with both hands, saw her face was frightened, trembling all over, thinking that she was frightened, so he pressed her into his arms, patted her back, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid!" ”

"Learn ...... Learn peach?! Qi wanted to go to see Mai Dong, but was preempted by Meng Ya, his eyes were dim, and he looked away. swept past the woman on the ground, and saw that familiar but somewhat unfamiliar face, Qi Zai really didn't dare to recognize it! Immediately crouched down and took a closer look.

"Learning peaches, really learning peaches...... Mai Mai is really learning from peaches!! Qi Zai's voice gradually rose higher.

Mai Dong curled up, his head buried in Monya's arms.

When Meng Ya heard Qi Zai say this, she seemed to remember that a few months ago, he had just come to China, followed Mai Dong all the way to her hometown, and had seen her once from afar when Qi Zai and Song Xuetao were looking for her. No wonder he seemed to feel a little familiar in the dungeon just now, but he couldn't remember who it was. But—

"Learn Tao, you ...... You, how did you end up here? How did it come to this? ”

This is also the question in Meng Ya's heart, so this place must not be simple, but his old injuries have not healed, and Mai Dong is pregnant with a child, so it is better to leave early. So, regardless of Mrs. Johns, who was still panicking in the yard, glanced at Qi Zai, said "go to the hospital", picked up Mai Dong and walked down the mountain.

[1]: From Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky"

The dull and light yellow body is soft, and the love is far away. Why should it be light blue and dark red, it is the first class among flowers.

Mei Ding is jealous, Ju should be ashamed, and the opening of the painting column crowns the Mid-Autumn Festival. People can think ruthlessly, and they don't see anything back then.