In the dark biological laboratory, Catwoman showed an extremely frightened expression. Almost instantly, she jumped up to the top of the instrument next to her, staring at the scene in the room with her eyes wide open.
This place seemed to be a laboratory for plant experiments. At this time, the plants all started to swing, broke the glass outer wall of the cultivation chamber, and rushed toward Schiller crazily.
Just when Catwoman wanted to go down to help Schiller, she suddenly smelled a charming aroma of wine.
The sound of the wine bottle breaking was particularly harsh in the silent laboratory. The next second, Catwoman discovered that she had appeared in a small room.
This looks like a children's room. The room is not big. Apart from a small window placed in the corner of the room, there is only a small bedside table, a table, and a small bench.
Catwoman was a little stunned, but she quickly reacted, because last time, she was pulled into the consciousness space by Schiller. When she was playing in the amusement park, she was affected by Superman's consciousness explosion and was frightened.
She was greatly impressed.
"Whose memory is this?" Catwoman knelt down and frowned, and said, "It doesn't look like Schiller's. He shouldn't be from this era. Could it be Pamela's? But why did I meet hers?"
From memory?"
Catwoman lowered her head and looked at the pattern on the blanket. It was a very cute pink bear, and the small bench placed on the blanket was also pink.
Catwoman stood up again and looked at the room. It was more like a princess room than a children's room. Many of the decorations were pink, including curtains, bed sheets, and even the frames with hanging paintings.
Catwoman took two steps forward and found a small schoolbag next to the desk, which was also pink. She reached out to pick up the schoolbag, rummaged inside and found a student ID card with the words "Pammy" on it.
La Isley".
Catwoman brought the student ID card closer, and she saw that the red-haired girl in the photo looked exactly like Pamela. This should be a photo of her when she was a child.
But what puzzled Catwoman was that Pamela's expression didn't look happy. The corners of her mouth turned downwards, which reminded Catwoman of a person, the perennially unhappy Batman.
At this moment, Catwoman heard movement outside the door. She walked to the door quietly, and a woman's voice came from outside the door:
"Little Pa, how many times have I told you, that is not a toy you should play with. I bought you the best and most expensive dollhouse. You should take it to school and show it to your friends to prove that you are a doll.
A true lady..."
"But...but I really don't like..." came the voice of a little girl.
"Don't like it?!" The adult girl immediately raised her voice, and her voice became a little sharp, which made Catwoman involuntarily pick her ears. She heard the woman say: "You know that dollhouse cost me two
Month’s salary?! You must take it to school, tomorrow!”
"You have to play with the same toys as the children from wealthy families in order to fit into their circle. You have to discuss with them the latest doll houses, how to decorate beautiful light strips, what kind of skirt to wear for Christmas...
…instead of thinking about the mud all day long!”
The sound of the little girl crying came, but the woman's voice broke down even more. She said: "Little Pa! Don't cry! Stop crying! You can't cry so loud! I spent so much money to get you into the best
private schools, you have to be one of them..."
"Come on, tell me, you like the dollhouse! You like the dresses I bought you! You'll wear them to the Christmas party... Talk, Pam... Pamela... please!"
The woman also started crying. She said, "We can't afford our house. You can't let those classmates come to visit your home, so you must actively go to the party!"
Catwoman heard the sound of high heels suddenly ringing in the room. It seemed that the woman stood up and was looking for something. After a while, her voice appeared again.
"Yes, where is the Bonpoint skirt I bought for you before? Did you know that many children of royal families and celebrities wear this brand!"
"Good boy, you have to put it on and go to the Christmas party to attract everyone's attention. Listen to your mother and go to your room and put it on. You will definitely be the most beautiful little princess!"
Catwoman heard the footsteps coming towards the bedroom. She was not sure whether she would be seen, but she still used a thief's instinct and slipped under the small bed.
Hiding under the bed, Catwoman saw the little girl come in, close the door, and then throw the expensive children's dress on the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed. Judging from the shape of the shadow on the ground, Catwoman seemed to be
Curling up in bed and crying.
Isn’t it? Catwoman thought, why don’t you wear a beautiful dress? A Christmas party? She has never been to such a thing, but it sounds like there should be a lot of delicious food...
Catwoman under the bed shook her head, thinking to herself, the children of the elite are like this, they are all so pretentious. If she had such conditions when she was a child, she would go crazy with joy.
After a while, little Pamela resignedly put on her skirt and walked out of the door. Amidst the woman's series of compliments, she was still crying softly.
"Okay, my little princess, you have to practice the piano. You know, the violin is a stepping stone to the aristocracy. This sentence is very reasonable. Yesterday you only practiced the piano for 5 hours. Today you will definitely
You need to practice for 6 hours, okay?"
The woman took little Pamela into her bedroom, handed her the violin, and said, "You practice here first, and I'll get something to eat. But before that, the teacher taught you the score yesterday.
Play it for me first..."
Catwoman hiding under the bed could only judge little Pamela's movements through the shape of her shadow, but it could be seen from the speed of her movements that she seemed to be hesitant.
But after a while, little Pamela still took the bow and put it on the strings. Her mother held the music score and looked down at her. The first sound the bow made when rubbing the strings made the woman sing.
"Huh?"
Little Pamela stopped immediately. Catwoman saw that her arms were shaking a little. Sure enough, the sound in the next second became like sawing wood, but what was more harsh than this was the sharp sound made by the woman.
Call.
"What are you doing! Eisley! How could you be like this? I spent thousands of dollars to find the best teacher for you! Didn't you say you learned it in class yesterday?!!"
Little Pamela backed away tremblingly and began to cry again. The woman was so devastated that she took the strings from her hand and threw them on the bed. She also dropped the violin on the ground. She said: "What are you crying about?"
?!If you didn’t learn it, then why didn’t you tell me?! I asked the teacher to teach it to you again, and I paid for it!”
"I spent money, but you didn't learn anything. You have learned a piece of music for three lessons. Why can other children learn it just once?! Eisley! You are just going against me! You just want to
Makes me crazy! Just like your father..."
The angry woman picked up the bow next to her and hit little Pamela on the arm. Little Pamela let out a sharp scream, cried and ran to the corner to hide. Catwoman just wanted to go out and stop it all,
But the woman withdrew her hand again, cried and hugged little Pamela and said:
"It's all your fault, mom. Mom shouldn't have beaten you, but your dad abandoned us. You have to go back one day. You have to go back to that class and live a rich life like your dad and the people around him."
life……"
"You have to improve your skills and keep climbing up. Don't be like me, who was young and ignorant and was deceived by others. Xiaopa, you are my whole hope. Please, learn the violin and play the piano well. Go
attend parties……"
"Don't talk about the mud and grass on the roadside at the party. They won't like these things. You will be ostracized and disliked. You will be laughed at by everyone because of your poor background, just like me.
.”
"In the end, those who say they love you will also abandon you because of your ignorance, stupidity and simplicity. You can no longer follow my path..."
The woman hugged little Pamela and cried bitterly. When she knelt down, Catwoman could see half of her face. This face was unexpectedly young, but her voice sounded weathered, as if she was in Gotham.
In those most cramped alleys, I see women with smiling faces that welcome people.
After the woman went out, little Pamela started playing the violin again, but even if Catwoman didn't understand the instrument, she could tell that this little girl didn't like the violin at all. Her movements were very stiff, and her whole body was full of resistance.
After a while, the woman opened the door and took Pamela out. After both of them went out, Catwoman climbed out again and looked out along the crack of the bedroom door. She thought they were going out, but they didn't.
Thinking of it, they sat down at the dining table.
Catwoman frowned deeply because she didn't smell any food at all. She believed that her nose was very good and she could tell which restaurant was making steaks from a few streets away.
So, she opened the door to the bedroom a little wider, stood up, and looked at the dining table. Then she discovered that there was no meat on it, and all the food was not even steaming.
In front of little Pamela was a small bowl of vegetable salad and two sandwiches rolled with cheese and cucumber, while the woman was even more exaggerated. There was only a plate with three fruits on it.
"What the hell?!" Catwoman said in a voice that only she could hear: "They won't just eat this, will they?! God, they will starve themselves to death!"
Then, she heard the woman say: "Little Pa, don't make that expression. You have to know that this is to protect the world. We can no longer eat those poor little animals..."
"That's right, you have to tell your classmates that you have always been vegetarian because you are very kind and don't want to see small animals being harmed. You are an environmentalist, right?"
"Perhaps, you can also talk to them. Your mother is like this too, you know? This is the most popular way of eating among rich people. It will make them look down on you."
Little Pamela sat at the table, playing with the vegetables with a fork. Then she looked up at the woman and asked, "What about the plants? Will the plants not be harmed?"
This question seemed to stop the woman. She curled her lips and said, "Animals can run and bark. They have souls. As for plants... they can only grow in the soil and remain motionless."
"If it grows in the soil without moving, does it have no soul?" little Pamela asked again.
"Of course, if you kill those animals, they will scream, shed tears, and cry, but plants will not."
"Maybe plants can do it, but no one can understand." Little Pamela whispered, but the woman raised her voice and said: "Little Pam! You have made me angry several times today! Don't contradict me anymore.
!”
"You have to be a good boy who protects animals. This is your ticket to the upper class. Why don't you understand? You have to have something in common with them in order not to show your embarrassment!"
"I no longer have money to buy you the expensive jewelry and fashionable dresses in the window. You can only let them know from this aspect that you are not a poor girl hiding in this small rental house, you are just like them.
The rich man is a princess raised by the elite!"
The woman became more and more angry. She dropped her fork, went to the window, and picked up the small flowerpot by the window. There was a small flower in it. She said, "I know, you just like to stare at it."
Look, what you said about 'plants can also talk' is crazy! It's crazy! Do you know!"
"You must never say that in school! If they think you're a mental patient, you're screwed! ... Why are you still reading it? Why aren't you listening to me attentively?!"
"Because...she seems to be crying..."
"What?!!!"
The woman was so angry that she threw the flower pot to the ground, and the soil spread out, revealing the roots of the plant.
The woman picked up the fragments of the flower pot and began to hit the stem of the flower hard. She said: "Look! Do you see it? Plants can't talk, they won't give you reactions, and plants have nothing to protect.
, because they have no soul at all!!”
But little Pamela showed a horrified expression. She suddenly cried, then pointed at the little flower and shouted: