Noisy Noisy Noisy

Before Ivy woke up, Lorraine thought a lot.

The overall control of the surveillance here is in his hands. He can delete all the video footage and conceal the fact that Song Xu stayed overnight. Maybe something happened between them, or maybe not.

After all, they had dated and perhaps even been in love.

This matter must not be known to more people. Xin Lan was unable to clean up the mess at the moment. Luo Lin suppressed his anger and only covered Song Xu, who was wearing only his shorts, with a blanket. The latter was already drunk and unconscious, and kept muttering Ivy's name.

Lorraine wanted to cut off his tongue.

He has cut off the tongues of many androids and rebels. The touch of android tongues is all the same, but human tongues are resilient, more delicate and easier to harvest than pig tongues.

——You have never been a good person.

——Even at this moment, the only way you can think of to deal with it is to use those abusive punishments; being exposed to the dark zone, even if you have received education, cannot change the dirt in your bones.

Where is Ivy?

She is like Lorraine, who has also suffered discrimination and exclusion from human beings. She does not belong to the first district, nor to the twenty-third district, nor to the wasteland.

Lorraine must hide the identity of 'Lorraine Hector'.

Ivy also has to hide the source of the bones in her body.

But she is not like that. She has true friends, a harmonious family, men who truly love her, and competitors who are conquered by her personal charm.

She has been in the sun since she was born.

Ivy moved on the bed. Her head hurt so much that it was about to explode. The discomfort after the hangover made her want to vomit, but she was startled by Lorraine sitting next to her.

"Sir," Ivy said, "what are you doing here?"

Such an unfamiliar answer.

Lorraine didn't move.

"Oh, yes," she remembered something and took the initiative to tell Lorraine, "It seems that there are surveillance cameras around our house. It seems that we are always being monitored--"

Ivy wanted to tell him something very urgent, something that was seriously troubling her.

Lorraine's answer was unexpected.

"I arranged it."

Ivy sat on the bed and looked at Lorraine in surprise.

High-intensity drug treatment restored his health. He now no longer needed to rely on crutches and his complexion looked much better than before. His uncovered emerald green eye became more and more prominent. Without covering it for a long time, the black color faded more and more, completely exposing the emerald green base color.

"Why do they want to send someone to monitor me?" Ivy asked aloud, she asked, "Is it because the Divorce Review Office--"

Lorraine said, "Just to be safe."

Ivy asked, "Just for safety?"

She was a little unhappy, and had some indescribable feeling, depressed, like a blocked river.

How to say it?

How can I tell Lorraine directly?

She didn't like it.

"When we first got married, Xin Lan told me that you can see all my chat records and personal information, but I thought at the time that you have a special status and since it is a background check required by the government, I can totally accept it," Ivy said, "but now we are divorced."

Lorraine said, “I know.”

"This is your personal behavior, which seriously violates my rights," Ivy emphasized. Many words were stuck in her chest, growing out of her mouth like wild grass. She opened her mouth and felt their vigorous vitality. The tips of the grass made her vocal cords itchy, as if these words had been buried in the subconscious for a long time, looking for a breakthrough - now is the breakthrough. She continued in one breath, "Many people say that I like you, including you who told me that I have no feelings for you now because of that potion... But I searched through all my memories and only felt the indifference during our marriage... I even began to doubt whether those likes really existed. Including now, you told me that you monitored me... I can't believe that I will fall in love with someone who will always monitor me."

Lorraine did not defend his behavior. He looked at Ivy's expression and asked, "A lot of people told you?"

"You have a weird way of focusing on the main points," Ivy said. "I'm talking about my sadness, my depression, and I may not like--"

"Ivy," Lorraine interrupted her, the word "dislike" hurting her ears, he said, "Just this once, sorry, I don't want you to get into any accidents."

Ivy discovered that he was really not good at explaining.

There was none of the fluency and grace in his voice when he cursed.

He seemed more accustomed to standing up with sharp spikes rather than letting them relax softly.

——Did he spend the first thirty years of his life like this?

Ivy couldn't imagine.

"I know, I understand the reason, but I... I just can't accept it emotionally..." Ivy said, "Forget it, just treat me as unreasonable... Where's Song Xu?"

She looked around and realized that she was in a new room - this was the master bedroom, and it was also the room where Ivy and Lorraine had made love the most after they got married. As much as Ivy could think of the intense sex scene the moment she saw the bed.

Ivy looked down and found that her pajamas were still on her body, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She and Song Xu drank a lot last night, and the other cried so pitifully that Ivy couldn't bear to do it. After getting drunk, Song Xu seemed to vomit. Ivy couldn't remember whether she helped him clean up. He was disgusted by the heat and the smell of vomiting, so he took off all his clothes.

Then the film was cut off.

Lorraine was not the kind of person who would force her way through. In fact, before each time they made love, the other party would ask for her opinion...

Ivy was worried that Song Xu would be choked by his own vomit, so she got out of bed and found that the door of the master bedroom was locked.

I put my hand on the door handle and tried it twice more. Fingerprint, biometrics.

Nothing moved.

Ivy turned around.

Luo Lin, wearing a black military uniform, sat opposite her, his eyes of very different pupil colors staring at her quietly. Unlike Xin Lan's pupils that were changed by implanting a chip, these naturally different pupils had a stronger visual impact.

Black spinel and pure deep green emerald, slightly curly hair hanging down in front of her forehead, a pair of hands without black leather gloves covering her eyes, all the scars are clearly visible.

"You asked Song Xu with concern, but didn't ask me," Lorraine said slowly, "Intellectually, I can accept that you care about him first, because you really don't have any feelings for me now; emotionally speaking... I can't accept it."

Ivy asked, "What did you do to Song Xu?"

"As long as he didn't do anything to you, I wouldn't do anything to him," Lorraine said. "Why did he climb over the wall to see you last night?"

Ivy said: "He thought the surveillance from outside was malicious."

"You're still drinking our wedding wine."

"He brought it. We don't have any alcohol at home," Ivy explained. "He just wanted to say goodbye to me—"

"Just to say goodbye?" Lorraine asked. "You were drunk and alone in a room with him?"

"It's no big deal," Ivy said, stunned. "I do this with a lot of people on Team Green, and we—"

"Who are they?" Lorraine asked. "Tell me slowly. I can write it down now."

His expression was murderous, and it looked like he was really going to memorize the list and assassinate them one by one.

"Lor-lin!" Ivy called his name angrily, "What are you doing? You are so jealous. You are so weird. Do you really treat me as a human being?"

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. She suddenly thought of what Song Xu said last night.

He said that love is possessiveness, and if you love someone, you will be willing to let go and wish her the best.

Song Xu did nothing wrong, but he was blamed for no reason and is now lying on the carpet in the second bedroom - oh no, the best progress for Song Xu now is lying on that carpet - it seems that Lorraine will choose to castrate him.

This is horrible.

She pressed the door handle hard, and continued to try to open it without giving up. After repeated futile attempts, the cold mechanical breath completely covered her body. Lorraine stood behind her, covering Ivy's hands with a pair of big hands.

Her trembling body and her eagerness to escape clearly broke Lorraine's heart.

In the past, the focus was only on him, but now the first reaction is to that bastard.

Lorraine couldn't bear it any longer.

He held Ivy's hand, looked down at her, and tried to remain calm: "I want to talk to you."

"Matsuaki--hmm--"

Lorraine covered her lips, not wanting to hear any more related words from Ivy.

Song Xu, Song Xu, Song Xu.

Dark, dark, dark.

There might be others.

How much space does Lorraine occupy in her heart now? One percent? One thousandth? Or, nothing at all?

"I've traveled all night to see you," Lorraine said. "I'm very tired now. Can I hold you?"

An angry Ivy struggled: "No, I—"

"Ivy," Lorraine said, "I like you."

He spoke harshly.

Even the words are not clear.

"Love is not your shield," Ivy said, "Just because you like me, can you spy on me? Just because you like me, can you trap me here?"

She struggled to break free from Lorraine's embrace, not noticing the carpet behind her. She stumbled and fell to the ground when she stepped back. Lorraine leaned over to help her, but Ivy pushed her hand away: "Don't touch me."

Ivy was still very emotional. She wanted to continue to accuse him, but she looked up and saw a landscape painting hanging on the wall. From this angle, she could see a small dot inside, which was flashing at the moment.

Her pupils suddenly contracted and Ivy turned her face away stiffly. She stood up, ran over quickly, and scraped off the traces of the oil brush that were shining with tiny dots.

Hidden Camera.

Ivy threw it at Lorraine's feet, incredulous: "There are surveillance cameras in the room? Have you been watching me?"

"Except the room where you rest," Lorraine said in a soothing voice, "for safety."

"Stop talking about 'for safety'," Ivy suddenly raised her voice, "You just want me to be by your side like a perfect doll, you-"

"Ivy," Lorraine interrupted her, "don't say such cruel things."

He said: "'Yuan' has escaped and its target is you. I can't take any risks."

"So you have to watch my every move?" Ivy asked. It was strange. She didn't want to cry at all, but tears were filling up unconsciously and quietly filled her eyelashes. "I don't understand."

She felt wronged: "You may not remember the content of our last quarrel, but I still remember it. You obviously don't like me that much, but you still want me to like you. This is very unfair, I——"

"Who said I don't like you that much?"

Lorraine knelt on one knee, his brows unfurled, even his hands were shaking, this intense, irrepressible emotion made a well-trained soldier tremble. He stretched out his hand, without touching Ivy, and slowly put it down.

Ivy sat on the ground like a kindergarten kid, not caring about her image. Lorraine moved her lips and sat in front of her in the same position.

It is indeed a bit strange for a man in military uniform to sit in this position.

But now Lorraine doesn't care.

He just looked at Ivy, feeling a little dizzy at her words.

"I really don't know what kind of love you want, Ivy, I can't know all your thoughts - the beginning of this marriage is indeed unbearable, but I have never thought about divorce once," Lorraine asked, "Do you know why?"

"Don't talk to me like a teacher now that we're divorced—well, okay, you are a teacher," Ivy said, frustrated, "because you think it's great to have someone who can satisfy your needs without you having to worry about them."

Lorraine was so angry that she laughed: "Ivy, are you very obedient? So obedient that I don't have to worry about you?"

"That means you think I'm troublesome and that I'm a bother. Okay, I understand what you mean. Now I'm going to pack my bags and leave immediately. I don't want to cause you any more trouble. Goodbye!"

Ivy stood up and was about to leave, but Lorraine grabbed her wrist again. She picked up the discarded, disassembled micro camera on the ground and wanted to throw it hard at Lorraine's face, but she couldn't bear to do it. In the end, she threw it hard at his feet, smashing it to pieces.

"Where did I say you were in trouble?" Luo Lin had a headache. He pulled her back to her place and sat down. His face was gloomy. "There has always been a generation gap between us."

"Yes, yes, yes, you don't need to emphasize it anymore, I already knew it," Ivy interrupted Lorraine and angrily learned his weird tone, "So you want to say that you can sleep with me despite the humiliation, right?"

"How could I treat you as a tool for leaking?" Lorraine asked, turning his head sideways, and holding Ivy's arm under the light. "Did I bring you to the barracks to accompany me in bed anytime and anywhere, or did I press you into the scouting car and fuck you? Did I find out you were hiding under the table during a meeting, or did I fuck you when you were writing a report? What did you leak? What tool did you serve as? When did you not do it because you hated it? When did I not ask for your opinion? If I really wanted to be a tool, why should I be ashamed of you? Tell me, Ivy, where is the tool for leaking jade that is held in the hands and kissed by Xiaoxue? Speak, don't pretend you can't hear, no one in the whole base has better hearing than you."

At this point, he looked at Ivy, whose cheeks were red but she didn't say anything, and sneered, "You really can't hear it? I'll let Xin Lan break Song Xu's legs now. Anyway, you can't hear it."

"Don't - maybe you have some special hobby that you don't want to tell anyone," Ivy finally said, "I don't know..."

"You don't understand?" Lorraine said, "No one knows each other better than us, right? The feelings are gone, but the memories are still there. Do you still remember how you begged me to go slower and how you begged the teacher to disgrace your Xiaoxue?"

Ivy covered her ears with her only free hand, but Lorraine picked her up and made her sit in his arms.

Lorraine's body was hot, not just hot, but terribly hot, and the cold metallic smell rushed over Ivy, and she began to feel dizzy.

He grabbed Ivy's hand. She was still wearing the bracelet that Lorraine gave her. The small bone pressed against her skin, and Lorraine held it tightly.

Her skin, his bones.

Another meaning is, 'You are in me'.

I have your bones in me.

My bones support your body.

This is not Eve and Adam, this is the sharing of life.

"What are you shaking about?" Lorraine whispered, stroking her wrist. "I won't bully you. I just want to talk to you... You rejected me last time."

Last time?

Ivy responded almost immediately that the last time he was referring to was the time when she was crying during an argument and was interrupted by Kitty.

Lorraine did ask her to come to his dorm to talk, but Ivy didn't go.

"When we got married, because there was a huge age gap between you and me," Lorraine said, "from the beginning, I didn't want to have sex with you. Your worry about the tool that would leak your jade was totally out of the question."

"You lied to me," Ivy pointed out the problem sharply, "The first time you and I made love, it was driven by genes and desire."

"My body fell in love with you first," Lorraine looked at her and finally admitted frankly, "I can't resist your attraction."

"You put it so nicely," Ivy yelled, "No matter how you package it, you can't cover up the truth... I, you, you like me because of genes. If it was someone other than Ivy, you would love her the same way."

After many twists and turns, the topic returned to the starting point.

Lorraine suddenly understood in her complaints of grievance.

This matter has been bothering Ivy since the very beginning of the relationship - she is always bothered by the issue of 'genetic attraction'.

"Why do you think so?" Lorraine slowed down his voice and looked into Ivy's eyes. "What if I told you that from the beginning, it was not just a high genetic attraction?"

Ivy sat on his lap in a strange position, her chest rising and falling with her breathing.

"I'm not Lorraine Hector, I'm Lorraine Cyril."

Lorraine said slowly that he was really crazy, he thought, he would tell her these words at this time and at this moment.

He is not rational enough now, and is even still angry about Song Xu's matter. Those strong emotions fill his heart and may cause irreversible consequences at any time.

He shouldn't have revealed his true feelings at this moment.

"Lorraine died in an expedition accident. I was just a sparring partner he took away from the dark zone - you can also understand it as a killer, or a bodyguard who occasionally attends some events on his behalf to ensure his life safety," Lorraine said. "After he died, for the future of Hector's family, I replaced his identity and lived on in his name."

They were still arguing, and this could have been the knife she used to stab herself again—she had no love for him now, no hot, intense emotions.

——Why do humans always miss out?

"In that 100% matching questionnaire, part of the experience, your requirements, belonged to Lorraine Hector," Lorraine said, "I never went to kindergarten, never went to elementary school, and even until I was thirteen, I only knew German and English, and I had no knowledge of other languages ​​- I was a complete illiterate."

Ivy licked her dry lips.

"Won two long-distance running championships in kindergarten?" Lorraine said slowly, his body was hot but his words were cold. "If you change this condition to 'dismembered two bionic corpses in kindergarten', then it would be me."

"I didn't learn piano when I was little, but I'm good at shaving android flesh off bones and cooking it into soup," Lorraine said. He tore open the dark history for the first time and exposed it to her bloody. Ivy's face turned pale because of his words. "In order to hunt androids and clones for bounty, I dug out the chip of the first android's brain when I was ten years old. When the real Lorraine was receiving education on campus and got first place like you filled in the form, I was drinking rainwater on the cobblestone road in the dark area, thinking about where to steal some bread to eat."

He narrated it too calmly.

It's like a piece of porcelain that has been broken many times and then glued together.

It still looks complete.

But it was full of signs of fragmentation.

"I was born in the Dark Zone. I am not the kind of nobleman you want, nor am I the refined and knowledgeable gentleman you expect," Lorraine said. "The person who perfectly meets your requirements may be the dead Lorraine."

Ivy suddenly asked: "What is your real age?"

Lorraine said, "Ten years older than you."

ten years old.

The age gap is just what is screened out by the mate selection survey.

Lorraine leaned over and looked into Ivy's eyes: "Are you worried about the 100% match and attraction of genes? I can tell you directly that Xin Lan also compared my blood with Alice's, and the genetic match was equally high, but what does that prove? Ivy, you also have a high match with Song Feng and Anya. Will you love them? Will you have aphrodisiac feelings for them? To be honest, I won't kill them this time."

Ivy shook her head.

"Why do you insist on this? You and Yu Mo have a low genetic match, but you love him; Song Xu also has a low match with you, but he loves you just as much - genes cannot determine everything about love, it's just the beginning, an opportunity," Lorraine turned her head, "Now you know that I'm not the person you expected, and we are not together because of that 100% match, nor because of anything else -"

He changed the subject and admitted coldly: "I have indeed been pretending, trying my best to pretend to be Lorraine. After a long time, I don't remember and don't know what Lorraine Cyril will become. There is no Lorraine Hector or Lorraine Cyril in this world. There is only one Lorraine Hector. You are right, I do have a lot of hope for you. I often think of you on the nights of the march in the wasteland. I want to press you into a simple temporary camp and tattoo your portrait. I miss you when I take a nap in the expedition car. I want to see the steering wheel leave marks on your back. I want to see your coconut juice splashing all over the controller I touch every day. I miss you when I wake up in the morning in the military camp. I want to see you still standing after being beaten red. I want you to continue rubbing me. I want to see your eyes when you are wet, I want to hold your neck when you are excited, I want to touch your slightly open lips when you are in pain. There has never been any gentleman, only meanness, hypocrisy, filth, pathetic, and ugly. "

He slowly let go of Ivy's hand, stood up, and stared at the stunned Ivy with his dark and emerald green eyes.

"Are you scared?" Lorraine said, "The real husband is a bastard from the dark side, a complete hypocrite, a dirty, ambitious guy who wants to move up. The love you want is completely unclean, ugly and filthy."

Having said this, his face was expressionless, and he only felt the pain in his chest was endless.

Who would be willing to expose all the ugliness?

Who is willing to show their dirty side?

Who wants to be humble, mean, unbearable, and inferior?

Lorraine unlocked the bedroom door, and with two "beep" sounds, as long as Ivy put her hand on the handle, she could open the door and leave him smoothly.

Ivy was still sitting on the ground, looking up at him in surprise, and she seemed really scared by him.

Lorraine said in her familiar teacher's voice, "You can leave now."

Class is over.

The false teacher walked down from the podium.

Students are free.

Ivy stood up from the ground.

Lorraine knew that she would run towards Song Xu without looking back to see the blond man who was still wearing briefs with a cartoon golden hair drawing on the back of his buttocks.

He turned around, not wanting to look at Ivy's expression, and his palms shook uncontrollably.

He heard Ivy's footsteps.

It was such a short distance, and she was still running.

Lorraine's body was knocked forward slightly, and the soft fragrance hit his back. Ivy hugged him from behind.

"Don't go," she said, her voice muffled. "We haven't finished arguing yet."