SWNOVELS 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 island.
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 island 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 front of him had a pure
face, and her face was injured, probably scraped by branches or something else. The deep wound added her a pure bloodthirsty aesthetic feeling, which made
people flipped.
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, re after net
handed over a clean towel after
hearing that, "Mr. Lynch, don't you see more? There are many mental patients 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 to come to the slum and pick a mental patient back?"
The young man called Assistant Malloy walked in front, smiled and said, "How dare you inquire about Mr. Lynch's affairs casually? Do you want to die?"
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 island 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.