Her dining manners were impeccable, with not a single unnecessary movement. Sometimes when Lilith spoke to her, judging from her numb expression, Pandora would simply reply, "Okay, sister," or "No, thank you, sister."
After dozens of expensive-looking dishes were finally served, the waiters cleared away the plates and offered tea and alcoholic beverages. The host stood up, said a few polite words, and then everyone else followed suit, moving around the meticulously decorated hall to enjoy the food, tranquilizers, and casual conversation, or admire the artwork and receive special services.
People always speak with "Hello" or "Excuse me...", damn it, they really have such a perfect air of manners.
He Yu saw Pandora following behind Lilith, wandering aimlessly through the hall. Pandora was explaining some of the exhibits to her—things that had been seen from the outside world or stolen. He wondered what kind of strange knowledge the children in Jerusalem were learning these days; it sounded really boring.
For a moment, he saw Lilith take out some things and toss them into her hands, making her appear even thinner.
Pandora simply stood there, head bowed, motionless.
The action was subtle, but he could smell the mockery and bloodshed beneath the seriousness. He never made a mistake in these kinds of things.
He Yu looked at it for two seconds and was very certain that the smell of the rotten flesh was familiar. It was the mutated creature that was responsible for cleaning up the corpses that night, an ugly thing that looked like a hellhound.
It's truly pathetic. Perhaps Pandora has never encountered a situation like this before. She has always been able to respond quickly, and she might even take the time to think about how to retaliate, because this child knows what she wants most.
But now she knows what Jerusalem is all about. There are some people you just can't beat. And she knows that even if she does things that hurt herself, it won't help this bottomless abyss.
He Yu watched for a while and then got bored. He thought to himself that he didn't even need to ask Pandora, "Did your sister do anything to you?" He couldn't help her and didn't want to. They were going to die anyway, and asking such a question would only embarrass her.
He felt that the preparations were almost complete, and those two idiots, Fujimoto Ayara, would be making their move in the next day or two. As for Beelzebub? That fool wanted to take the game coins but also wanted them to stay here forever. He didn't want such a good deal. That man deserved to die.
"Do you know?" a voice said behind him, "the food you eat is actually made by mutated creatures."
He Yu sighed, turned around, and saw Pandora standing behind him. Seeing his unhurried movements, she laughed and said, "Oh dear, I didn't fool you again."
That smile still held a hint of the bright and mischievousness it once had, but it vanished in an instant, like a fire in the darkness.
He glanced at Lilith again; the great woman was in a corner discussing something with a group of people, and it seemed Pandora had sneaked over.
“However, those things really do happen,” she suddenly said.
"I think it's quite reasonable," He Yu replied absentmindedly.
“The flesh of the mutated creatures is very hard to eat.” The other person paused and continued, “There is a whole room like that, which can transform people into some kind of extreme, twisted thing, as long as they can be of use. This is how Beelzebub and his people destroy people. They have become very professional now.”
"Then what you said isn't a lie, is it?"
Pandora smiled at him again, still ethereal and elusive, like a bright spot on the distant horizon. But this time, she stood up straight, presenting him with a perfectly normal expression.
"The outside world is probably better than Jerusalem. This place has been heading in a hopeless direction for a long time, and it's beyond saving."
After saying this, she quickly glanced at Lilith's position, then took a step back, bowed like a polite young person, returned to her sister's side, and stood at the edge of the hall with her head down, becoming the well-behaved and sensible little sister again.
Her hands hung at her sides, clenched tightly.
He Yu picked up a cup of wine and drank it all in one gulp. What else could he do but look back and let it fester and rot?
It's as if beneath the gleaming exterior of Jerusalem lies a bloody past.
That night, he dreamed of the rainforest from Battle Royale, where a monster covered in eyeballs came up with a booklet and said he wanted to play a game with him.
He knew perfectly well that it contained something that could cause 659 to collapse and die, and that it was definitely a dead end. He thought he had to kill that guy, and just as he was about to do so, he woke up.
In short, He Yu was not in the mood to sleep after waking up, so he took a bottle of wine and cigarettes and climbed to the top of the castle to watch the sunrise.
As he finished his last cigarette, his phone suddenly rang in his pocket. He picked it up and saw that it was Pandora calling.
As an assistant, the child was almost invisible—except for a few days ago when, for reasons unknown, she gave him the flesh and blood of Andrei and Beelzebub, and laughed on the phone as if she had successfully pulled off a prank. He Yu thought for a while and then answered the phone.
He asked, "Is something the matter?"
There was only silence on the other side; no one spoke, but he could hear her breathing.
"What, did you get beaten up?" This was the only reason He Yu could think of.
There was another long silence, then the person on the other end of the phone said, "This kind of hell will have retribution; everyone deserves to die."
Her voice sounded off; it was as if she had just finished crying, and it was very hoarse.
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