I need you

Sure enough, she saw the familiar "What a stupid question" on Lorraine's face.

Ivy regretted asking.

He didn't move, and threw the question back to her: "If the person who is 100% compatible with you is not me, will you choose to marry him?"

Ivy opened her mouth.

It's obvious.

"You don't even know who you're going to marry, Ivy," Lorraine said. "Don't assume things that never happened, unless your life is so carefree that you want to suffer a little - be smart when writing your resume, and if I were you, I wouldn't mention too much about your experience in the dark zone."

"Thanks for the reminder," Ivy said, "I'll be careful."

"Go out," Lorraine turned around and faced away from her, "Remember to close the door."

Ivy knew why Lorraine had deliberately reminded her that the government was cautious about the dark area, and her "brave" behavior was not considered very good. The teacher who gave her the lowest score also stated in the reason for the deduction that it was because she was too "reckless" and did not have enough "team awareness."

She sat in the library very seriously until nightfall. She did not go to the cafeteria to eat. She only drank a few cups of warm water from the beverage dispenser and ate two bags of soft bread.

No one came to disturb her.

Only after she had finished sorting out all these resumes did she receive news from Yu Mo.

He is sick again.

Yu Mo: "Sorry, I can't go home with you tomorrow."

Yu Mo: "I saw you studying in the library. The medicine for your parents is in locker No. 213 in Area D. The password is lDNWTFY."

Yu Mo: "Be careful when you go home"

When I was in the 23rd District, I had to wait in line for free public medical care for at least one month and at most half a year, and the price of private medical care was too high. Ivy's parents had already spent a lot of money to conceive Ivy, and in the future, when I had minor illnesses, I couldn't help but be stretched.

Many times, even when we are sick, we endure it to save money.

These tiny acts of endurance later attacked the declining body.

Yu Mo has been actively taking Ivy's parents for medical checkups, using the nature of his job to get interviews with senior doctors and get some new drugs that have just been launched.

Ivy was worried about replying and asked him how he felt now.

Yu Mo didn't reply.

His seasonal, staged disease was very strange, and did not require surgery or some rare medicine. For so many years, Yu Mo had been to a familiar herbal medicine store for treatment. Ivy had been there before, and she only remembered that there were tall, gridded medicine cabinets, the air was filled with a subtle bitter smell, and strange herbs were boiled in pots on a small ceramic stove.

If Yu Mo stays there for a few days and takes some medicine, he will be as healthy as before.

What Ivy was most impressed with was Yu Mo's performance after he "recovered". Every time he came out, he was subtly different. She couldn't describe the difference, but she keenly noticed that when he recovered, he was like her mother after meditation, with a stable mood and neither hurried nor slow.

The last time I broke up with her, I had just recovered from a serious illness.

Mother Ms. Ireland said that meditation can improve one's body and mind and eliminate distracting thoughts.

Every time Yu Mo recovered, it was like he was getting rid of those distracting thoughts.

Ivy couldn't go home with him, and she didn't want to take the public flying bus home, so she decided to rent a shared small aircraft. I don't know who invented this model a hundred years ago - you only need to watch an advertisement for five minutes to start a shared small aircraft for free.

Of course, when riding the automatic cruising and positioning small aircraft, you need to watch a 30-second advertisement every 5 km of flight - VIP monthly card users can choose to skip it, SVIP users will automatically not display advertisements, SSVIP will activate the automatic voice chat function of the small aircraft, and SSSVIP members will enjoy the privilege of watching some newly released TV series first.

Ivy, who comes from an ordinary family, chooses to watch the commercials in silence.

The small aircraft could only accommodate one person. She sat in the seat, fastened her seat belt, put on her helmet, confirmed the location of her life jacket, entered her home address in the destination on the screen, and pressed OK.

An advertisement immediately popped up on the big screen: "The general's husband has been hanging on the tower of the first district for three days. After three days, the general asked, has he admitted his mistake? The housekeeper said..."

"This is my first time learning makeup. My colleagues told me that these are what high school boys use. Brothers, take a look at the level of my makeup..."

"My family, how do these male celebrities do it? How come their breasts are so beautiful? Do a guy like me who doesn't care about his appearance have any chance of making a comeback?..."

…

These hidden advertisements, which were difficult to prevent on some platforms a hundred years ago, have now become a common source of sound pollution among ordinary people.

The screen showed that they were still 10km away from home. Ivy had just breathed a sigh of relief when she received an unexpected call -

Lorraine.

His voice was calm: "Yu Mo has taken sick leave, how are you going to get home?"

It was just about time for the commercial to start. The entire aircraft was filled with the sound of the commercial: "District One people don't cheat District One people! With ten dollars, you can't get hurt, you can't get cheated, you can't buy anything - except our District One patented product, the enlargement agent! One pill is enough to make you stand tall, two pills..."

Lorraine asked, "You switched to advertising?"

"No!" Ivy yelled. She had to make her voice heard over the viral MLM ads. "...You have to listen to the ads to share the drone."

Lorraine said: "Your simplicity really opened my eyes."

"After all, I'm strictly unemployed now," Ivy said, "If you can give me higher grades, maybe I can successfully join an expedition team with better pay."

"I am responsible for all students," Lorraine said, "Your grades match who you are now."

"…Change of seasons, give your love robot a new weapon!!!" The high-pitched and embarrassing advertising voice echoed in the cabin for a long time.

Ivy wanted to cover up the sound system here.

Lorraine was silent for a long time.

Ivy called him: "...Mr. Lorraine...Mr.?"

"Um."

"Why don't you speak?"

"It's so embarrassing," Lorraine said simply, "I can't change my weapon like you expect a love robot to do."

“I haven’t had time to order yet…”

"It's up to you," he said. "It's hard for me to give you the companionship you expect. If you need it, you can use my card to order one - forget about the male model, but be aware of the impact."

Ivy immediately thought of the "male model threat theory" when she first got married.

It's the same as then, the only difference is that then it was "OK" and this time it's "whatever you want".

She stared at the screen. After the commercial ended, the exaggerated images and noisy sounds disappeared, but now she wanted to smash it even more than before.

It must be the delayed annoyance.

"At first, I did consider ordering one," Ivy said, "but wasn't it time to get married? So I gave the money to my parents - you know, they insisted on paying half of the money for our wedding house, and we worked hard to earn money."

She could clearly hear Lorraine's breathing in the ad-free silence.

He said, "It sounds like you ordered me with that money."

Ivy said, "Of course not—"

"Listen," Lorraine said sternly, "I don't mind providing you with some comfort you need in my free time. I think we are a good match - apart from the 'extraterrestrial orientation' and 'imprisonment orientation' you filled in at the beginning, species is not something I can decide, Ivy."

"...You said you had forgotten everything last time, how come you still remember these details?" Ivy screamed, "Are you lying to me?"

"No," he said, "it's just that your taste is so outrageous that it's hard not to be impressed."

Ivy wanted to die.

"I need to confirm," Lorraine said calmly from high in the sky, "Do you need my help?"

Ivy was stunned for a moment, her heart pounding.

He spoke such private words in a nonchalant tone, as if asking her if she wanted to try out a new type of machine gun.

"Teacher," she couldn't help but use that title again, "It's not that I can't..."

"I won't force you, and I don't want to hear your ambiguous answer," Lorraine said, just like asking a normal question in class, "Give me a definite answer."

"...I need it," Ivy's palms were burning, and she whispered, "Thank you."

"Be honest," such a compromise did not satisfy the strict teacher Loring, he said, "I have no one else around me."

"I need you," Ivy said dryly and uncomfortably. She felt as if the other party wanted to confirm something - she had to admit in person that she needed him - she said, "I need your help, teacher."

"You can call me by my name from now on," Lorraine said sternly, her voice finally softening and praising. "Well done, Ivy."

As the call was coming to an end, he told Ivy the purpose of the call.

"Beman's death is suspicious," Lorraine said simply. "The police will question you in the near future, including everything that happened after you entered the dark area. Don't say anything before I arrive."

Ivy: “Huh?”

"I'll be there around eleven tonight," Lorraine said. "Remember, don't tell them anything about the Dark Zone."

Ivy asked bluntly: "What happened to Berman?"

"The body fragments brought back do not belong to the android," Lorraine said, "but are real human corpses. The police suspect that he is the real 'Beman'."

Ivy's head buzzed.

"It's not convenient to discuss the details now. Wait until I get back," Lorraine reminded. "Soon."

Ivy found it hard to believe what he meant by "soon".

Last time he had simply said "soon", and then she had an orgasm again during her inappropriate period.

The small aircraft is parked at a fixed parking spot within the range.

There was still 1.4km to home, so Ivy decided to walk back.

Most of the people living in this area are immigrants, and correspondingly, it is not as wealthy as other residential areas.

——But it is much safer and cleaner than the Dark Zone.

Just after passing an intersection, I heard the buzzing sound of a motorcycle.

The car stopped steadily beside her.

Song Feng, wearing a leather jacket, sat on the bike, his long legs stretched out to support the bike. He didn't get off, and impatiently handed her a motorcycle helmet: "Song Xu, let me take you home."

Ivy ignored him and walked forward.

"Don't waste time," Song Feng threatened, "If you want to enter Iris smoothly, get in the car now."

Ivy strode forward.

He could only see her proud back.

“Don’t think I’m joking,” Song Feng raised his voice, “The fact that you’ve entered the dark zone is enough for me to refuse to hire you openly—”

"Open and aboveboard?" Ivy stopped, turned around, and frowned slightly. "You also know that what you did before was not open and aboveboard? It's really strange. I thought you were stupid, but now I see that you are stupid and bad."

"Can you stop making personal attacks? Am I your dog?" Song Feng said irritably, "Okay, okay, let's make peace for now. I'll take you home. I have a friend who is a policeman--"

"No need," Ivy said coldly, "You have to understand that it is Iris that needs people like me, not that I have to join Iris. I've never seen you beg for help in a threatening way like this, Songfeng, did you have a high fever when you were a child and didn't get well?"

It took Song Feng a long time to realize that she was swearing.

"You," Song Feng retorted, "The thing on Commander Lorraine's neck was left by you, right? I smell your scent on him... How disgusting. Does it feel good to cheat?"

Ivy had a blank expression on her face: "It's okay, it feels much better than scolding you."

Song Feng was so angry that he stepped on the accelerator and rushed away with a rumble.

In less than a minute, he was furious again, stepped on the accelerator, and stood in front of Ivy, blocking her way.

"Is it okay as long as he's a man?" Song Feng looked at her without blinking, "You and your husband have no feelings for each other, and your relationship with Lorraine is just a casual affair."

Ivy asked calmly, "Why don't you ask Lorraine for confirmation? Is it because I can't seem to control you that you vent your anger on me? I heard that you didn't find that highly compatible partner this year - you keep scolding other people for being slutty, but in fact you are the most slutty, lustful, and unsatisfied one, right? You do these childish actions every day, are you deliberately trying to attract my attention? You know you are not as eloquent as me, but you still come to provoke me often -"

She took a step forward steadily, frowned, and asked in confusion: "——Are you satisfied with my scolding, Song Feng?"

Song Feng laughed angrily: "You are so narcissistic. Why don't you go back and look in the mirror? What else is there besides being beautiful? Even if I die, even if you and I are the only two living people on earth, I will never look at you."

Ivy looked at him with sympathy: "It seems that you just like being scolded - don't bother me, I will switch, and teach you that such a dirty dog ​​has no interest at all."

Song Feng froze.

Ivy walked around him and continued walking.

All I could hear was Song Feng's loud and disgusted voice behind me.

"Who are you calling dirty? How can I be dirty if I take two showers a day?!"

"My police friend said you are suspected of murder... The police will come to you today, so be careful!"

"Don't get caught by those policemen. I hate those guys so much..."

Ivy ignored him.

She went home normally, ate, chatted with her parents, and went to sleep.

It was a very light sleep, and between being half asleep and half awake, she always felt that someone was watching her.

The smell of blood did not go away at all. Ivy controlled herself to shift her attention and think about everything she encountered that day - Beiman, "Beiman" - bionic man, human -

When she thought that the body parts she was sorting out might have come from her compatriots, she couldn't help but want to vomit.

I can't sleep well.

Lorraine's consolation was ineffective. After learning that the corpses might belong to the human "Beman", Ivy felt bloody and dizzy. Her dreams were filled with blood, piles of human corpses, acid rain without warning, refugees running in panic, and arms with skin corroded by acid rain, revealing white bones...

She went to the bathroom twice to vomit.

As evening approached, the two elders went to the supermarket to buy fresh beef in preparation for tonight's dinner.

The police knocked on the door shortly afterwards.

These people looked around and arrogantly informed Ivy: "Ms. Ivy, you are suspected of breaking into the dark area and killing someone. You need to go back with us for investigation."

Ivy remembered Lorraine's instructions.

She said, "I want to wait for my husband to come and he will explain everything to you."

The police officer smiled.

Naked, undisguised disdain.

"He works nearby? I don't think that's necessary. Let him continue to work and try to raise more fines for you," the officer said. "I don't think your words are credible."

you.

Specifically referring to those who immigrated from District 23.

He took out his pistol and put it against Ivy's forehead: "Hand over your pistol. I don't want to take extreme measures."

Ivy also has a gun, and every qualified student who passes the exam has one.

But she cannot go against the police or the government.

After staring at each other calmly for five seconds, Ivy took out her phone and said, "Then please allow me to send a message to my parents..."

Another man roughly snatched her phone away: "Stop dawdling, miss."

The other party mercilessly turned off the phone: "You can't contact anyone until the investigation is completed."

Ivy sighed, "Okay."

She asked, "Can I leave a note? I don't want my parents to worry, sir."

As she said this, Ivy turned to the older female officer, who had noticed two traces of childish graffiti on her bag.

The female police officer should have two children with a small age difference.

After hearing this, the female police officer who had remained silent said, "Of course."

Ivy smiled at her gratefully.

She took out a pen and paper and left a note, hastily writing that this was an emergency mission and she would return to the base first. Because it was confidential, it was not convenient to receive text messages. She would be back soon, and her parents didn't have to worry. If there was anything, they could contact Lorraine first.

As soon as she wrote down Lorraine's number, the police officer who took her phone pushed her mercilessly and said, "Let's go."

Ivy was brought into the police flying car used exclusively by police officers.

She vaguely felt that there was a familiar figure standing on the corner of the street, wearing white clothes and with blue eyes like the ethereal tropical water.

Very much like Xin Lan.

Ivy tried to confirm, but the officer pushed her head roughly back in.

The car door was slammed shut.