Chapter 933: Deep in the Mist and Rain (VIII)

In the dark biological laboratory, Catwoman showed an extremely terrified expression. Almost in an instant, she jumped onto the top of the instrument next to her, staring at the scene in the room with wide eyes.

This seemed to be a laboratory for plant experiments. At this time, all the plants swayed, broke the glass outer wall of the culture chamber, and rushed towards Schiller frantically.

Just when Catwoman wanted to go down to help Schiller, she suddenly smelled a charming aroma of wine.

The sound of the broken bottle was particularly harsh in the silent laboratory. The next second, Catwoman found that she appeared in a small room.

This looked like a children's room. The room was not big. In addition to a small window in the corner of the room, there was a small bedside table, a table, and a small bench.

Catwoman was a little stunned, but soon, she reacted, because last time, she was also pulled into the consciousness space by Schiller. When she was playing in the playground, she was affected by Superman's consciousness explosion and was shocked. She was deeply impressed by it.

"Whose memory is this?" Catwoman squatted down and frowned, saying, "It doesn't look like Schiller's. He shouldn't be from this era. Could it be Pamela's? But why am I in her memory?"

Catwoman looked down at the pattern on the blanket. It was a very cute pink bear, and the small stool 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 decorations were pink, including curtains, bed sheets, and even picture frames.

Catwoman took two steps forward and found a small schoolbag next to the desk, which was also pink. She reached out and picked up the schoolbag. After searching inside, she found a student ID card with "Pamela Eisley" written on it.

Catwoman moved the student ID card closer and saw that the red-haired little 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 did not look happy. The way her mouth turned down reminded Catwoman of someone, that is, the unhappy Batman.

Just then, Catwoman heard a noise outside the door. She tiptoed to the door and heard a woman's voice outside:

"Little Pa, how many times have I told you that it is not a toy you should play with? I bought you the best and most expensive doll house. You should take it to school and show it to your friends to prove that you are a real lady..."

"But...but I really don't like it..." A little girl's voice came.

"Don't like it?!" The adult girl immediately raised her voice, her voice became a little sharp, and Catwoman couldn't help but pick her ears. She heard the woman say: "Do you know that dollhouse cost me two months' salary?! You must take it to school, take it tomorrow!"

"You must play with the same toys as those rich children to integrate into their circle. You should discuss with them the latest dollhouses, 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 was even more broken. She said: "Little Pa! Don't cry! Don't cry! You can't cry so loudly! I spent so much money to get you into the best private school, you must become one of them..."

"Tell me quickly, you like the dollhouse! Like those dresses I bought for you! You will wear them to the Christmas party... Speak, Pa... Pamela... Please!"

The woman also cried, she said: "Our house is not presentable, you can't let those classmates come to visit your house, so you must actively attend the party!"

Catwoman heard the sound of hurried high heels in the house, 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? Do you know that many royal nobles and celebrity children wear this brand!"

"Good boy, you have to wear it to the Christmas party to attract everyone's attention. Listen to your mother and change it in your room. You will definitely be the most beautiful little princess!"

Catwoman heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom. She was not sure if she would be seen, but she still exerted her thief's instinct and got under the crib.

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 down on the bed. Judging from the shape of the shadow on the ground, Catwoman seemed to be curled up in bed crying.

No way? Catwoman thought, why don't you wear a beautiful skirt? Christmas party? She had never participated in this kind of thing, but it sounded like there would be a lot of delicious food...

Catwoman under the bed shook her head and thought, children from the elite class are like this, all of them are so pretentious. If she had such conditions when she was a child, she would have been so happy.

After a while, little Pamela resigned herself to her fate, put on her skirt, and walked out the door. Amid the woman's series of compliments, she was still crying softly.

"Okay, my little princess, you have to practice the violin. You know, the violin is the stepping stone to the aristocracy. This sentence makes sense. You only practiced for 5 hours yesterday. You must practice for 6 hours today, okay?"

The woman took little Pamela into her bedroom and handed her the violin, saying, "Practice here first. I'll get some food. But before that, play the score that your teacher taught you yesterday for me..."

The catwoman hiding under the bed could only judge the movements of little Pamela by the shape of the shadow, but from the speed of her movements, it can be seen that she seemed a little hesitant.

But after a while, little Pamela still picked up the bow and put it on the strings. Her mother looked down at her with the music score. The first sound of the bow rubbing against the strings made the woman say "Hmm?".

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 piercing than this was the scream of the woman.

"What are you doing! Ashley! How can you play 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 trembled and stepped back, and began to cry again. The woman was very upset and snatched the strings from her hands, threw them on the bed, and threw the violin to the ground. She said: "Why are you crying?! If you didn't learn it, why didn't you tell me?! I asked the teacher to teach you again, and I paid for it!"

"I spent money, but you didn't learn it. You haven't learned anything. You have learned a piece of music for three lessons. Why can other children learn it in just one time? ! Ashley! You are just going against me! You just want to make me crazy! Just like your father..."

The angry woman picked up the bow next to her and hit little Pamela's arm. Little Pamela screamed sharply and hid in the corner crying. Catwoman was about to go out to stop it, but the woman took back her hand and hugged little Pamela crying and said:

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have done that. You deserve to be beaten, but your father abandoned us. You will have to go back one day. You have to go back to that class, like your father and the people around him, and live the kind of rich life..."

"You have to improve your skills and keep climbing up, instead of being young and ignorant like me, being deceived by others. Little Pa, you are all my hope. Please, learn the violin and play the piano well, and go to the party..."

"Don't talk about the mud and grass on the roadside at the party. They won't like these things. You will be excluded 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't go down my path again..."

The woman hugged little Pamela and cried bitterly. When she squatted down, Catwoman could see half of her face. This face was unexpectedly young, but her voice seemed to be vicissitudes of life, like the smiling women she saw in the most cramped alleys in Gotham.

After the woman went out, little Pamela started playing the violin again, but even if Catwoman didn't know how to play musical instruments, she could tell that the 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 pushed open the door and took Pamela out. After they both went out, Catwoman crawled out again and looked out along the crack of the bedroom door. She thought the two were going out, but unexpectedly, they sat down next to the dining table.

Catwoman frowned deeply because she didn't smell any food at all. She believed that her nose was very sensitive and she could tell which family was making steaks across several streets.

So she opened the crack of the bedroom door a little wider, stood up, and looked at the dining table, and then she found that there was no meat on it, and even all the food was not steaming.

In front of little Pamela was a small bowl of vegetable salad and two sandwiches with cheese and cucumber, while in front of the woman was even more exaggerated, with 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??! 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't eat those poor little animals anymore..."

"That's right, you should tell your classmates that you have always been a vegetarian, because Because you are kind and can't bear to see small animals being hurt, you are an environmentalist, right? "

"Maybe you can talk to them, your mother is the same, you know? This is the most popular way of eating among rich people, which will make them look up to you. "

Little Pamela sat at the table, picking vegetables with a fork, then she looked up at the woman and asked: "What about plants? Will plants not be hurt?"

This question seemed to stump the woman, she curled her lips and said: "Animals can run and call, they have souls, as for plants... they can only grow in the soil and not move. "

"If they grow in the soil and don't move, do they have no soul?" Little Pamela asked again.

"Of course, if you kill those animals, they will scream, shed tears, and cry, but plants won't."

"Maybe plants will, but no one can understand." Little Pamela whispered, but the woman raised her voice and said, "Little Pa! You have made me angry several times today! Don't talk back to me!"

"You have to be a good child who protects animals. This is your ticket to the upper class. Why don't you understand that you have to have common topics with them so as not to show your embarrassment!"

"I don't have money to buy you those expensive jewelry and popular skirts 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 with him. We are rich people like you, princesses raised by the elite class!"

The woman became more and more angry. She threw down her fork, came to the window, picked up the small flower pot by the window, and raised a small flower in it. She said: "I know, you just like to stare at it, saying something like 'plants can also talk', which is crazy! It's crazy! Do you know!"

"You must not say such things in school! If they think you are a mental patient, then you are finished! ... Why are you still looking at it? Why don't you listen to me attentively? ! ! "

"Because... she seems to be crying..."

"What? ! ! ! "

The woman threw the flower pot to the ground in a rage, and the soil scattered, revealing the roots of the plant.

The woman picked up the broken pieces of the flowerpot and began to hit the stem of the flower. She said, "Look! See! Plants can't speak, they won't respond to you, there's nothing to protect about plants, because they don't have souls at all!!"

But little Pamela showed a horrified expression, she suddenly cried out, then pointed at the little flower and shouted:

"She's crying! She's crying! She's... she's angry!"

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