Doomsday Totem

Chapter 440 Depression
"and many more!"

As soon as the prison guard pushed the food in, a loud voice came from behind.Although he didn't know who the person who spoke was, his long-term work experience allowed him to immediately judge the identity of the other party's superior from the other party's tone.So, he immediately dragged the meal out.Turning his head to look, he saw an imposing old man pacing towards him.He quickly put his hands down and nodded his head in greeting, appearing respectful.

The old man only glanced at the meal, and ordered: "Call the chef who handled it."

"Yes." The prison guard nodded, then returned to the kitchen and brought over the chef who had just prepared the meal.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Halfway through the journey, the chef asked in astonishment.

"Don't be naughty, come with me." The prison guard said with a straight face.

After arriving at the scene, the chef couldn't help swallowing when he saw the serious old man and the food on the ground.

"Eat it." The old man's sharp eyes swept across the chef, and then he said lightly with his hands behind his back.

The chef's face turned red and white, and cold sweat drenched his back in an instant.

"Eat." The old man ordered again, the voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderbolt that was about to explode, which made people tremble with fear.

The chef suddenly lost his feet, collapsed on the ground, and begged tearfully, "Master...Master...please forgive me..."

"Stop talking, eat it, or..." The old man narrowed his eyes, and a cold light shot out.

The chef was stunned for a while, and finally exhaled heavily, picked up the food on the ground resignedly, and ate it in big mouthfuls.He knew in his heart that the other party didn't want to know the story behind him.But when it comes to this level, the deeper the investigation, the more troubles will often arise.So the other party simply turned a blind eye and closed the matter, and the matter came to an end, and his family members would not be involved.

Halfway through the meal, the chef vomited blood and died.

"Go on, from today onwards, all his meals will be taken care of by the warden's kitchen, and anyone who brings him water and food without authorization will be punished without mercy." The old man said in a deep voice, facing the prison guard.

"Yes." The prison guard trotted away immediately.

About half an hour later, a new meal was pushed into the cell by the old man himself.

Hearing the movement, Iron Slag curled up on the small bed slowly opened his eyes, turned his eyeballs, glanced at the food on the ground, and then slowly closed his eyes.He didn't have an appetite to eat, he just felt so weak that he didn't even want to move.

Three days later...

In the morning, in the office on the top floor of the castle, the warden was looking at the three old men with a sad face.

"If he doesn't eat or drink, he will die soon." The warden said with a frown.

"Um..." "Um..." "Alas..." The three old men shook their heads helplessly, all of them looked worried.

"He's dead, and we all have to be buried with him. You should think of a way." The warden said anxiously.

"Hmm..." "Um..." "Alas..." The three old men were the same as before.

"Forget it, let the doctor give him glucose, it doesn't matter how long it lasts." The warden said.

Seven days later...

A small aircraft painted with the bauhinia symbol and the words "Princess Mansion, Sparrowhawk No. [-]" flew from the south and landed lightly on the highest platform of the castle.As early as half an hour ago, the warden was fully dressed and was waiting for the arrival of the distinguished guests on the platform.

"laugh……"

Amidst the long sound of discouragement, the hatch of Sparrowhawk [-] slowly opened upwards.A tall woman in a light-colored professional dress with a white rose on her chest stepped down.She has distinct facial features, capable movements, and dignified demeanor. There is a natural tranquility and a calmness from the heart between her gazes.Her eyes, smile, words and deeds seem to be interpreting the temperament that a classical lady should have.

"Ms. Green, welcome." The warden stepped forward quickly and bowed in greeting.

"Master Warden, I'm sorry for disturbing you." Eva nodded in return.Since she was much taller than the warden, she bowed slightly when saluting.And this tiny little action made the warden who is over fifty years old show a smile of approval.

Not long after, the two came to the office, and the warden reported the latest situation to Eva.

"You mean, he hasn't eaten for ten days?" Eva asked indifferently, her fair face was completely calm, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

"Yes, since he came here, he has been sleeping on the bed, like..." the warden hesitated for a while, and then continued, "It's like a corpse, we can only give him glucose to keep him alive. "

"Take me to have a look." Eva said.

"Yes, my lady." The warden nodded.

A moment later, Eva came to a cell with four maids in lace black dresses.Looking in from the small window above the iron door, a young man with pale face, disheveled hair and unshaven beard was curled up on the bed.There was a faint rancid smell in the air, like eggs that had rotted for a long time.

She looked at him quietly, and unconsciously clenched her hand.She never thought that the once high-spirited person would fall into such a situation.

After an unknown amount of time, she gradually came to her senses, turned to the maid behind her and said, "Give him a bath, change his clothes, and then bring him to the interrogation room."

"Yes." The four maids all bowed in response.

"Crack... creak... clang!" Two stout prison guards struggled to twist the turntable and opened the 20-centimeter-thick iron door.Afterwards, the maids filed in and tidied up.

About half an hour later, after taking a shower and trimming his hair, the shaved iron slag was sent to the interrogation room.This is a room of about thirty square meters, empty and clean, with only a long table, a few chairs, a lamp on the table and three people behind the table.

On the left is an old man with gray hair, wearing a dark blue formal suit, and a bit fat. He is staring at the table in a daze, his eyes are a little divergent, and he seems to be lost in thought.On the right is a handsome young man, sitting upright and wearing the uniform of a senior police superintendent. At this moment, he is holding a pen in one hand and pressing the other hand on an open notebook, staring at the paper in front of him seriously, sitting upright, ready to Ready to take notes.In the middle is a woman with a long neck and an elegant sitting posture.

Under the arrangement of the prison guards, Iron Slag sat down on the chair opposite the long table.Through the faint light, he saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Name?" After the prison guard left, she raised her head, stared at him, and asked expressionlessly.

"What?" Tie Slag frowned slightly and asked weakly.

"Your name," she reminded.

Tie Slag narrowed his eyes, looked at her for a while, then suddenly grinned, and said, "The one who fucked you."

"Slap!" The young superintendent was taken aback suddenly, and dropped the pen on the notebook.

"Uh..." The warden who was in a daze seemed to be choked.

Eva blushed immediately, then regained her composure, glanced left and right, and said lightly: "You guys go down first."

The young police superintendent immediately put away the pen, closed the notebook, then bowed slightly, and quickly left the interrogation room, and the warden followed closely behind, as if fleeing from danger.

"What's your name!" Eva asked in a deep voice.

"The one who can kill you." He put away his smile and said seriously.

"You dare to say one more thing!" Eva raised her eyebrows, pulled out the pistol at her waist, and walked towards him step by step with a frosty face.

Tie Slag didn't answer, but just returned a contemptuous smile.The next second, Eva Green fired.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

After seven rounds of bullets were fired, all the cameras in the interrogation room were useless, emitting green smoke and making a fine electric sound.Then, she spread her thighs and sat on top of him.

"Proud little man, do you still dare to come?" Eva challenged.

Tie Slag didn't say a word, but directly responded to her with movements.

Two 10 minutes later...

"You... aren't you dying? Why are you so energetic..." She bit her lip, hooked his neck and cursed.

"Let me get out of here." Tie Slag put his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear.

"Let you go, what should I do?" Eva put his shoulders, gently pushed away, then looked into his eyes, and asked.

"Follow me and be my military commander." Tie Slag said.

"What a ruthless little man, if the princess finds out, she will be furious." Eva said with a smile.

"She is unkind, I am unrighteous, what's wrong?" Tie Slag asked back.

"Okay..." Eva sighed and said, "Even if I am willing to go with you, what about our Green family? How should my father and mother face the people around them?"

Tie Slag was silent, he was an orphan, he always looked at problems simply and without worries.

"I'm sorry, I made the problem simple." After a long time, he took a deep breath and said sincerely.

"Please don't say I'm sorry..." She stretched out her index finger, put it gently on his mouth, and said softly, "You didn't apologize to anyone. If you really love you, you should love like a moth to a flame. Too bad I can't."

Tie Slag didn't say anything, just stroked her back lightly.

Perhaps, this is the so-called fate...

"Eat, okay? There is hope only if you survive." Eva hugged his neck and comforted him in a low voice.

"I... feel so tired..." Tie Slag said weakly.For a moment, he seemed to have returned to the state of walking dead.

For the eagle soaring nine days, the loss of freedom is tantamount to the loss of life.

"The princess will come in two days, you... have a better attitude... maybe..." Eva spoke intermittently, because she knew that it was absolutely impossible to change his mind.

As expected, Tie Slag shook his head.Eva sighed faintly and stood up from him.

"Iron Slag Norses, I will celebrate my 26th birthday soon..." She turned around and said slowly as she walked towards the door, "When that day comes, many, many people will come to the door Propose marriage……"

"Maybe it won't be long before Qin Xin, Qianhe, Ke'er, and even the princess will face this problem..."

"You really……"

"Have you made up your mind?"

The cold voice gradually faded away, but it lingered in my heart and could not go away for a long time.

After returning to the cell, Tie Slag held his head in thought for a long time, finally sighed, picked up the meal on the ground, and ate slowly.

(End of this chapter)