recruit bees

this world,

very noisy.

The old radio buzzed in the smoky basement, and the sound of breaking doors and exploding flash bombs was mixed with the sound of cursing and exchanging fire.

stench.

Oxygen-thin, oppressive air.

cage.

Smelly blankets.

Throat, mouth, ears are filled with humming.

this world,

very noisy.

It was so loud it made me want to vomit.

"Don't move! NY (interstellar joint police)! All of you lie on the ground with your palms down!"

"Here's the wounded! Stretcher, stretcher—"

"Oh God..."

"Officer Jasmine, come quickly! Come here! There is a little black-haired Asian boy here, damn—this group of guys are still selling people from Earth?!"

"Damn extraterrestrial smugglers, Mard! F**k, take this boy away and send him to the doctor."

"My God, my God—don't be afraid, come on, I'll carry you out, you'll be fine soon, boy, come to me..."

"..."

A white woman bent over, the metal buttons on her dark blue uniform gleamed, her brown curly hair slid down, and her fingers stretched into the cage radiated heat in the cold air.

A meager amount of heat, but enough.

The stiff and stupefied boy looked at the shiny buttons on her body with dark eyes, and seemed to like them a little. He reached out his hand, wanting to touch it, but the woman grabbed her palm in surprise.

So icy!

The woman was shocked by the boy's small hands in her palm, but she didn't let go. Instead, she looked at the thin one-piece white pajamas on the boy's body with red eyes.

It's still snowing outside, how cold it is!

Compassionate and sad, she grabbed his hand distressedly, dragged him out of the smelly cage, and hugged him gently in her arms.

The righteous policewoman passed by those alien smugglers, with a straight face, pretending not to care, and trampled on the hands and feet of that damned guy.

A monster-like humanoid creature on the ground yelled at the woman, with unskilled Earth language mixed in its messy vocabulary.

He said: "Then...not, man...he, seed...seed!"

The surrounding NY (interstellar joint police) heard that this bastard was provocative, so he dared to leave. He was a private person, and even sold humans as seeds. Immediately, the police present were enraged and gave him a special tranquilizer shot in the back .

The red-faced policewoman hugged the boy, restraining herself from swearing.

She lovingly hugged the little guy in her arms, and hurriedly left the darkened basement.

Sunshine, dazzling sunlight, and a piece of snow.

The fresh air is full of oxygen, and the hot air exhaled from the mouth evaporates into the sky in large swaths.

It smells good.

The weather with freezing feet, moving blocks, changing places, noisy rooms with stuffy warm air, and a hot cup of hot cocoa.

The boy was sitting by the white bed, wearing pink cotton slippers with rabbit ears that hadn't had time to remove the label (this was given to him by the kind nurse sister), and the bald male doctor gently examined his body.

The policewoman from before was standing in the corner of the room, her eyes full of encouragement and comfort.

But the boy was still in a daze. He sipped the sweet stuff in the cup, like a mechanical simulation who couldn't speak.

His world is still a mess.

Those voices stopped in reality, but they echoed in his mind.

The brain and infancy of the plant department are very fragile. On his planet, the newly born plant department must live in an environment that is absolutely quiet and free from noise and color pollution.

If you can't do it, you need to buy a high-grade breeding bag for the carnivore, and put it on your chest. The heartbeat of the carnivore will comfort their sensitive and fragile nerves.

But everyone present, including the boy himself, didn't know that he was not a human being...

The dirty white pajamas were pulled away, the doctor's movements suddenly stopped, he was silent for a while, and called the policewoman.

The policewoman frowned suspiciously, followed the doctor's instructions, and leaned over to see what was on the boy's waist, then fell silent.

Milky white milky skin.

The small cyan letters looked like the condensed labels on the clothes.

It says:

Flower species: rare species.

Number: no.9604100965

Private property, exclusive to Simon.

……

……

"Ring, ring ring, ring ring—"

The sudden ringtone from the mobile phone woke up the young man with black hair and dark eyes who was distracted. He was nestled on the sofa, with a thin figure, long legs and long hands. Although his eyes were staring at the TV, they were not focused.

When he subconsciously picked up the phone to answer it, he was called back by the always positive and energetic voice of the other party.

Dark eyes, so refocused light.

"Michelle! Didn't you go to see a doctor today? Your psychiatrist called me and said that you ran away again. Oh, you really...he doesn't eat people!"

The woman on the phone spoke kindly, and even complained softly.

Michelle smiled subconsciously.

"Aunt Jasmine, I'm fine. I don't need to go to the doctor to bother him anymore. There are so many patients. I'll be hated if I go if I'm not sick."

Jasmine leaned against the NY police car, holding the phone in one hand and a cup of hot coffee in the other, and rolled her eyes when she heard this.

"I don't know you kid yet! Recently I looked at your photo wall and Twitter, and there is not a single message on it! Are you starting to have nightmares again, and your spirit is not good?"

She worried: "Dear little Michelle, don't worry Auntie, you go and have a look, don't worry about the cost, I can declare it for you here."

Michelle looked terrified as a young boy when she personally rescued the child from an interstellar smuggling ring 17 years ago.

In particular, there is something like 'buyer' information left on him, this thing is simply a shadow!

She was really worried about this child, and took him to have his tattoo removed, see a long-term psychiatrist, and after finding no family members, she started looking for several adoptive families.

But after that, Jasmine was told that the child's body was not a tattoo, but something that seemed to grow out of the skin and flesh. There was no way for the tattoo shop, and the beauty treatment was also ineffective.

She was a little disappointed, and then failed to find a family for the child. Because of his autistic and silent personality, several adoptive families abandoned him.

Jasmine, who suffered repeated setbacks and limited financial means, could only entrust Michelle to a well-known orphanage, and applied for social subsidies for Michelle.

Even the name Michelle was given to him by Jasmine.

Today the psychiatrist called and said that Michelle had certain cognitive impairment and paranoia. Through conversations, he found that especially recently, Michelle was often distracted, in a trance, and even dreamed that he was a plant or flower. Yes, frantically drinking water and refusing to eat.

He also felt that he was not a normal person in this society.

He should be in the pot, or in some other pocket, a 'property' of someone else.

This is too bad!

Jasmine almost heard this sentence, and instantly remembered the 'trademark' with the serial number and buyer's message on the back of Michelle's waist.

Dog. Shit dead pervert!

Jasmine cursed the group of deranged prisoners in her heart, but facing her lovely little angel Michelle on the phone, Jasmine lowered her voice several degrees, and said in a deliberate tone:

"Michelle, you are a normal kid. You are 21 years old this year. Soon, you will graduate from college. You are an independent individual. You don't belong to anyone. You are free. There is nothing unpleasant, be sure Give me a call, we can chat for an afternoon, I will always have time for you, don't think about it, eat well, okay?"

The smile of the Asian youth holding the mobile phone disappears.

He was silent for a while, and said "um" softly.

"I know, Aunt Jasmine, don't worry about me. It's too stressful to choose a job after graduating recently, so I didn't contact you. I will eat well, and you too, pay attention to your health. The interstellar joint police may not have weekends, but they must not." We are busy with the honest police officer Jasmine."

"You little bastard!"

Jasmine was amused by him, the two chatted for a while, and had no choice but to end the phone call under the urging of Jasmine's partner.

The phone is on the table.

Unlike the light voice and teasing laughter, Michelle's face was not half happy.

He stood up and looked away from the TV, which broadcast global news, and the human voice under the current was weird and distorted.

His smooth feet stepped into a pair of pink and blue cute plush rabbit slippers, and the soft touch gave him a sense of security.

He stepped on the carpet, bent down, picked up the phone with thin white fingers, wobbly, exhausted, walked through the small but tidy living room of the small apartment, went to the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of warm water, entered the In the bedroom, put away the water glass and pour it into the soft bed.

The phone fell to the side, and he picked it up to browse the photo wall, Facebook and Twitter, looking at the emotions of other people on it, Michelle didn't feel the slightest ripple in his heart.

I am different from them.

I don't belong here.

I shouldn't be alone.

Who can help me……

Michelle thought, he should be an arrogant person, otherwise why...why do you always have such incompatible and useless thoughts?

I should think about my future work, not to worry Aunt Jasmine, find a job as soon as possible, and make money to support myself who is about to starve to death on the street.

——Well, I'm so thirsty.

Michele resisted the urge to reach for the head of the bed and pick up the water glass.

He had only drank water for two days in a row. He was afraid that he would suffer from some strange disease, so he could only throw down his phone, stared at the ceiling for a while, and forced himself to fall asleep.

Asleep, the mind is calm.

He thinks so.

But today's 'daydream' is not peaceful.

Michelle felt the weight on her neck was heavy and painful!His whole body was terribly hot and still numb, soaked in cold sweat, his pale face was even more terrifying.

The young man on the bed murmured unconsciously, grabbed the gray quilt and tore it with his hands. The bright red and sweet nosebleed soon overflowed from his nostrils, slid down his cheeks to the sides of his mouth and neck, staining the quilt.

"Well……"

Suddenly!

The veins and blood vessels stretched straight along his thin body, and the veins of leaves were swollen and raised, blue and purple, all over the body.

Michelle couldn't open his eyes, his whole body was trembling, his chapped mouth was soaked in blood, when he opened his mouth for panting, the blood seeped into the gap between his teeth, it looked hideous and extremely painful...

Finally, this process lasted for nearly half an hour, and the symptoms disappeared.

The person on the bed looked like a walking corpse, with his eyes closed, he stood up instinctively, shook the big water glass beside the bed, gulped it down, and poured it back on the bed again.

And above his forehead, at the top of his head.

In the sweaty black hair, slowly, slowly protruded a thin stem, five petals, malnourished and dejected...

The little red flower that seems to be playing around.

……

[The author has something to say]: I don’t know if everyone can adapt to this style of writing, ahem.

I'm just crazy, haha, I write one article after another, I hope you don't dislike me.

This is my first time writing an American drama style, if there are any shortcomings, please forgive me

I don't know if my father is a boyfriend...do you like it?

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