That night, Abigail dragged her exhausted body and followed her parents to the shanty town where they were currently staying.

Driving down a narrow path, the soles of my shoes were filled with mud, and in the dim light, I could vaguely see the moss-covered bricks.

"We'll live here?"

It was a bit hard for her to say. Although the original house in Gotham was not big, it was at least more comfortable and warm than the quarantine area.

Abigail's mother is a housewife in the traditional sense. When she lived in the city, except for temporary work every afternoon, she spent most of her time taking care of her young son. At this moment, she was holding the still young son by one hand.

The boy said worriedly: "Abigail, it's great that we can live here. Some people can only make a bed to rest under the shabby eaves. Fortunately, it hasn't rained these days, otherwise there would be more

Many people are sick."

In the corner of the shanty town, a middle-aged Sakaz man carefully pushed open the wooden door, turned on the flashlight, and after a general inspection, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, no one sneaked in today."

"Have you ever been a thief before?"

"The door here is unlocked, and occasionally people come to visit. We must be careful."

In order to save electricity, Abigail's father hurriedly turned off the flashlight, and the family could only stay in the dark in the house.

As soon as she entered the door, a musty smell hit the floor. The girl resisted the urge to cough and chose to sit on the floor by the door.

The father noticed his daughter's discomfort and tried his best to explain: "It's really bad here, but at least it can be lived in. We have no better choice."

"I know, Dad, I know everything."

The family had been separated for many days, but when they met again, they looked at each other without saying a word.

After a while, her mother touched Abigail's side and asked with concern: "Is Gotham still searching the city? Did they beat you when you were brought in?"

"The ban on the Sarkazis in Gotham has not been lifted yet. Search teams roam the streets every day. Sarkazis have been caught continuously in the past half month. I don't know when it will end."

When she said this, Abigail was a little irritable and her tone became much faster: "But I was not arrested here. I am now Dr. Coultman's assistant. Those guards dare not touch me."

Dr. Courtman?

The father remembered that there was a doctor who came in from outside today. He heard that he was from Victoria, but how did his daughter get involved with him?

Faced with this question, Abigail didn't know how to answer. She could only convince herself with good luck.

After all, they had only known each other for a day.

Maybe Dr. Cotterman is a simply good person.

…

"Dr. Cotterman, I have contacted Gotham No. 1 Hospital, and they actually agreed to admit seventeen patients and one critical patient. This is really..."

David was very excited and his face was glowing. This was very good news for him, indicating that everything was going in the right direction.

Zhou Jinru, who was sitting at the table writing the diagnosis report, had a calm expression. He had already thought of this result.

The reason why Gotham is willing to let go is very simple, that is, he is here.

A doctor from Victoria entered the quarantine area. No one could guess what he meant. He had to bypass the Silver Fox and go to Victoria to inquire about the news. The messenger traveled back and forth for two months. The gain outweighed the loss. After weighing it over and over again, Gotham could only

concession.

"Mr. David, now is not the time to be happy. The situation in the quarantine area is still very bad, and there are many things that need to be changed."

David puzzled: "Mr. Coatman, we won't stay here for long. When the time is right, we will return to Gotham."

"I very much hope that what you are talking about happens as soon as possible. It can be seen that many people are eager to return to civilized society. After all, everything here looks terrible."

Zhou Jinru put down his pen, handed a stack of reports to David, and then handed them to Gotham No. 1 Hospital. He said: "But we must always be prepared to take precautions before they happen."

"You really don't look like a doctor."

"No, I am indeed a doctor, David. Doctors can only heal the body, but they cannot heal the heart. What you need is not just a doctor."

…

Also on this ordinary night, Congressman Doyle, who was returning home from work, closed the door of his apartment, unbuttoned his coat and hung it on the hanger. He was in good spirits, and did not look tired at all.

He didn't even take off his glasses.

The man walked straight into the bedroom and lay on the bed with a faint smile on his lips.

"Connecting to Dreams."

As his consciousness sank, his vision became blurry. He didn't know how much time had passed. When the picture became clear, the clothes he was wearing turned into a black coat with a golden scale tattooed on the cuffs.

In front of him was a round table with thirteen chairs, and each high-backed chair was occupied by a figure in the same clothing.

The member opposite Doyle looked at him dissatisfied: "You're late, Doyle, we thought you were going to quit."

Diagonally opposite, a woman said calmly: "Doyle is not a person who likes to break rules. He must have encountered something to be late. Why don't we listen to his explanation?"

A vague figure sitting at the head interrupted their argument: "Now, Doyle, tell me what you found."

"Yes, leader."

Doyle sat firmly, seemingly not paying attention to what others said. He subconsciously pushed the frame, and it wasn't until his fingers found nothing that he realized that his image in the dream had no eyes.

"According to the plan we made, we have locked the target and started trying to eliminate it with Plan No. 1. This time we are more careful and make full use of Gotham people's prejudice against the Sakaz people. I have to say that the leader's plan is successful. Through

The peaceful evolution, the conscious integration of the first-generation Gothamites towards the Sakaz people, has evolved into and amplified the hostility of the third generation through media propaganda and subtle influence.

Although the period takes an extremely long time, the chance of an accident is very small. Once the plan matures, even the defenders will have a hard time changing people's prejudices, and the failure of our allies in Saltwind City will basically not happen."

The leader nodded with satisfaction: "Then the targeted elimination plan must be completed. The fate of a Sakaz banshee is very important, enough to change the course of history."

At this time, Doyle was silent, and his reaction surprised everyone.

"what happens?"

"Did the great banshee awaken in advance?"

"She ran away?"

The leader also asked: "What happened?"
Chapter completed!