He looked at the transparent glass dome above his head, at the clear blue sky outside and the occasional white dove flying by.
The temperature in the greenhouse is just right, and the sun is shining warmly on me.
John took a deep breath and felt that his chest was filled with a sense of stability that he had never felt before.
He turned his head and looked at Lynn who was sitting next to him peeling an apple for Annie, and thought to himself, it would be great if time could stay at this moment forever.
At this time, outside the side entrance of the Greenhouse Botanical Garden.
Barbara was standing in the shadow, shaking uncontrollably.
In her hand she clutched a neatly folded white lab coat.
The security personnel at the perimeter glanced at her, checked the access permission issued by Vogelbaum Doctor, and then opened the glass door leading to the greenhouse for her without expression.
"Go in, don't wait too long." The security guard said in a low voice.
Barbara swallowed a mouthful of saliva and felt that his throat was so dry that it hurt.
Her mind kept flashing to her daughter's pale little face lying on the hospital bed. She was a fragile angel who needed a ventilator and expensive drugs to stay alive.
For Emma, I have no other choice.
Barbara repeated this sentence to himself in his mind, and then with trembling hands, he put on the white coat that represented coldness and pain.
She took a deep breath, tried to control the expression of fear and despair on her face, and forced herself to recall the state in the laboratory on the fifth floor underground.
That aloof, cold and mechanical mask covered her face again.
She took stiff steps and walked into the greenhouse.
Next to the picnic mat, Lynn just handed the peeled apple to Annie, and turned around to ask John if he wanted some biscuits.
John, who was lying comfortably on the mat, suddenly froze without warning.
For a boy with super senses, no change in the surrounding environment can escape his capture.
In the greenhouse that was filled with the scent of flowers and earth, an extremely unexpected smell suddenly broke in.
It was the smell of high-concentration medical alcohol mixed with disinfectant.
This smell is as deep in John's subconscious as a soldering iron.
He slowly sat up from the picnic mat, and the warm smile in his originally blue and clear eyes instantly faded, replaced by an uncontrollable tightening.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the smell.
On the broadleaf forest path less than twenty meters away from them, stood a woman wearing a white coat.
The sun fell on the woman's rimless glasses, reflecting a cold light.
The bright flowers and crisp chirping of birds around them disappeared instantly in John's ears.
The world seemed to have lost its color at this moment, and turned back into that closed oven with no windows, only endless darkness and electricity.
He could even clearly recall the smell of the burnt stuffed animals and the pain of his skin being torn when the electricity was turned on.
Barbara stood there, looking at the boy with blond hair sitting on the picnic mat.
She noticed that the boy's fingers had dug deeply into the grass, and his little body was trembling slightly.
She knew that she had successfully touched the monster's reverse scale.
Fear strangled her heart like a pair of invisible hands, but she still followed Vogelbaum's script and spoke in the cold tone that was most commonly used back then.
"Number One, your break time is over. Now, go back to your isolation room immediately."
John's pupils suddenly contracted, his chest began to rise and fall violently, and a violent airflow that wanted to tear everything apart began to swirl around him crazily.
The wind in the greenhouse suddenly became violent.
The originally flat red and white plaid picnic mat was lifted to a corner by this invisible air current, and the small biscuits and juice bottles placed on it began to shake uneasily.
The delicate tropical broad-leaved plants around were rustled by the wind, and a few green leaves could not withstand the tearing, broke off from the branches, and swirled in the air.
Annie dropped the colored pencil in her hand on the grass, and the little girl shrank back in fear.
Reggie and Tommy also noticed something was wrong. Although they were always noisy, in the face of this depressing atmosphere, they all instinctively closed their mouths.
The source of that oppressive feeling was none other than John sitting on the mat.
The boy lowered his head, his golden hair flying in the strong wind.
When he raised his head again, his eyes that were originally as blue as the sky were completely occupied by a rich red light.
There is only one thought in his mind now.
Melt the woman in a white coat in front of her and turn her into a puddle of blackened ashes, just like she did to her favorite stuffed bear.
As long as the line of sight is focused, the high-temperature rays will immediately penetrate the woman's heart.
Barbara stood stiffly on the spot, his legs as if they were filled with lead, unable to move an inch.
She clearly felt the approach of death, and the fear of being targeted by an apex predator made her stop breathing.
She knew that Vogelbaum was right. Once the scars of this little monster were torn open, the anger that would burst out would be devastating.
At the moment when the red light in John's eyes was about to burst out.
A broad and warm hand suddenly pressed on his head gently.
The air flow that was so manic that it almost overturned the glass dome of the greenhouse suddenly stopped under this seemingly random movement.
"John."
Lynn's voice was very calm, without panic or yelling.
He just called the boy's name in the most everyday and reassuring tone, just like he usually calls the children to eat in the Manor.
John trembled all over, and the red light in his eyes paused for half a second.
Lynn took advantage of the situation and took half a step forward, using his tall back to block Barbara's figure, completely cutting off the white coat that represented the nightmare from John's sight.
"Close your eyes, take a deep breath, smell the smell here, smell the fragrance of the flowers here."
Lynn bent down and patted John's tight back with his other hand, "This is Central Park's greenhouse, not the fifth floor underground. You were helping me place cookies just now, and Annie was still waiting for you to show her the flowers you painted."
"As long as I'm here, no one can put you in an isolation room."
After being blocked from view by Lynn's body, the illusory smell of alcohol in John's nose finally began to dissipate.
Instead, there is the faint smell of coffee and soap mixed with Lynn.
This is a taste that belongs to Long Island Estate and belongs to home.