Time passed in September, and Koko rushed to Paris, France, with her housekeeper early. While taking care of her grandfather as she did before inheriting the inheritance, she also officially began her study journey in the field of jewelry design.
In the same city, Aniya also started a pleasant study journey as an international student in a fashion college with many beauties.
Of course, those who also studied in this city and also had some connection with Wei Ran include Taxi, a former germophobe, and Monica, a former social phobia girl.
Compared with these wealthy students in the "civilized world" of Europe, far away in the hinterland of South America, located in Paraguay, but close to the border city of Oriental City at the junction of Brazil and Argentina, for another group of "students"
"For us, it's a different story.
Hidden deep in the city, in a slightly dilapidated but completely walled workshop, the huge industrial fan not only makes a little noise when it rotates, but also brings excitement to the people standing in line on the floor.
Here comes the rare coolness.
At this time, there were sixty girls of different skin colors in the workshop, queuing up to let the female nurses in front of them who wore masks but were definitely big-bodied and round-waisted shave off their long or short hair of various colors.
Weird hair.
That's not all. After cutting their hair, these girls lined up and walked into four simple bathrooms converted from shipping containers. After taking a careful shower, they took over the headscarfs of two other servants wearing masks but absolutely weighing them.
The female nurse, who was tall and round, provided underwear, shoes, and loose and comfortable pure cotton clothes to change into, and then lined up to pass through a small door with a curtain, squinting her eyes and looking at the blue sky above her head.
“Keep moving forward”
A "strong female" wearing a pink nurse's uniform who was guarding the door reminded her in English. At the same time, she did not forget to gently knock on the iron door beside her with the wooden stick in her hand. By the way, she also motioned to the girls to come through the door in front of her.
Hold a pink baseball cap in a wooden basket.
Although these young and beautiful bald girls were startled, they continued to move forward obediently, put a hat on their head, and lined up into another workshop next door.
In comparison, this place is more like a small auditorium than a workshop. At least, it is not only paved with wooden floors, but also has several rows of slightly old long tables and chairs in the front. Most importantly, in
There are several old air conditioners standing around.
When the girls got closer, they noticed at a glance that on the small stage right in front, there was a tall and thin woman wearing a white suit and a black hood, with her legs crossed and a thick tube between her legs.
The cigar is sitting on a Taishi chair that is obviously made in China.
If Wei Ran were here, he would naturally not be surprised by the Taishi chair. After all, there are indeed many Chinese in this city, and even some rules and regulations written in Chinese characters remain on the outside of this workshop.
Of course, he was able to recognize at a glance that the woman in a white suit and hood sitting on the Taishi's chair was definitely Aunt Santos who ran the lunatic asylum on Pinos Island in Cuba.
While waiting patiently, all the girls who had changed their clothes from inside to outside also filled the 60 chairs prepared for them.
There was a soft "clang" sound, and the iron door behind was closed by a strong female man. The tall and thin woman sitting above the Grand Master also snapped her fingers. It was not loud, but it was enough for all the girls to hear.
The English who arrived said, "Okay, now that everyone is here, please let me announce two things."
After clearing her throat, Aunt Santos, who was wearing a mask, raised her voice slightly and said impassionedly, "Girls, from the moment you enter this dilapidated workshop, you are already legally dead.
But please believe me. When you grow beautiful hair again, it also indicates that you will be reborn. At that time, you will completely bid farewell to the past, live a happy life, and usher in a completely new life!"
After just a few words, tears overflowed from the corners of the eyes of several young girls, but the hoarse-voiced woman standing in front took a long sip from her cigar, and after blowing out a beautiful and perfect smoke ring, she said one after another, "
This was the first thing just now, and the second thing is next. The process of Phoenix rebirth is extremely painful, but there is only fire
Only by burning it can she grow her wings again, so girls, you also have to go through some hardships before you can grow your hair again.
You're going to learn a lot in these few months. I swear, it's going to be very hard for you.
I also swear that these things will benefit you a lot in the future. I also swear that if any beautiful girl does not learn from it, I will feed her into a 100 kilogram fat man before she grows hair.
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This last little joke, not surprisingly, made some girls laugh uncontrollably. At the same time, it also made them full of expectations and anxiety about the next life.
At the same time, in another single-family building in the same city, the situation here was completely different.
In this dark room located in the basement of the garage, Lazaro, a Cuban madman who once advised the Japanese Air Force, also wore a black hood and held a thick cigar in his hand. Of course, there was a wheelchair sitting under his butt.
Behind the wheelchair, there was also a tall, round-waisted man wearing a hood.
Likewise, if Wei Ran were here, and if these two men took off their hoods, he would definitely be able to tell at a glance that the strong man pushing the wheelchair is one of Lazzaro's dozen or so "plug-in brains" who have lost their minds.
one.
In front of these two people, there were a total of 30 middle-aged men and women wearing black hoods.
During this short half-month journey, the treatment enjoyed by these scum from all over the world was not very good. Naturally, these hardships also taught them the most basic obedience.
"For being so well-behaved, dad will reward you."
As Lazzaro said, the strong man behind him took out two cigarette boxes from his pocket, stuffed the cigarettes inside into the mouths of No. 30 and lit them one by one.
At the same time, Lazzaro also rolled his wheelchair out of the basement, which was not very spacious. A moment later, when the man came out, the room behind him was filled with a greasy smell similar to lard.
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While closing the room, he turned off the lights in the room. The strong man casually put the lighter and cigarette case into his pocket, and said with gloating in Spanish, "It will be permanent in half a month at most."
Get them under control."
"Their brains will be broken," Lazzaro said casually. "Santos said that these scum are consumables that are only valid for five years."
The strong man pushed Lazzaro toward the distant stairwell and said, "After they become idiots, send them to a lunatic asylum and continue to use their remaining energy."
"You are really a genius," Lazzaro praised without hesitation. "My uncle often praised me like this when he was alive." A trace of madness and impulsiveness flashed in the eyes of this strong man, "Lazaro
, should we create some chaos in this small city? For example..."
"If you don't want to be hung up on a streetlight by Santos, you can do it now."
Before Lazzaro finished speaking, the strong man responsible for pushing the wheelchair for him immediately covered his mouth with one hand in horror, and stammered, "The repairmen upstairs won't hear it, right? I want to
Don’t you want to kill them to silence them?”
"Can't hear"
Lazzaro sighed helplessly and said soothingly like a child, "Don't worry, their work there is so noisy, you can't hear anything at all."
"That's good, that's good!" The strong man immediately breathed a sigh of relief and helped Lazzaro push the wheelchair towards the distant stairwell again.
It's still this city, but it's located on a farm outside the city, close to a river and surrounded by dense forests. In a row of farmhouses surrounded by lush cornfields, there are already enough people for No. 80 to live there.
Children who rely on wheelchairs or crutches to move around.
These children with different skin colors are far happier than those in the other two places.
At least here, they can get unlimited and abundant food without spoilage without begging. No one will drive them away, and they will not die due to unforeseen dangers. Even, each of them has his own clean bed.
There is a 10-person dormitory with an aunt wearing a mask to help them clean and even
Starch the pure cotton clothes distributed for free.
Of course, all this comes at a price. Just on the second day after arriving here, after receiving another physical examination, these children with disabilities in both legs or one leg have to study from morning to night. Will they say no?
English courses that teach you how to write.
There are far more than the 80 disabled children living here who are also learning English. Far to the east of the Ural Mountains, on the top floor of one of the buildings in the abandoned military base, there are currently a dozen older children.
, under the leadership of two young mothers affiliated with the Hella organization, they are learning English, Russian and demanding etiquette courses step by step.
