In the streets of the town at night, black cats walk on the streets, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing, like wandering souls.
It came to Mr. Smith's restaurant, which had already closed and turned off the lights early - at this time, Mr. Smith was naturally still in the hospital, accompanying his wife who had entered the intensive care unit.
The black cat jumped onto the windowsill of the restaurant and looked inside... After a while, it jumped off the windowsill and walked around in this quiet town again at night.
It walked through the small park at the intersection, stopped for a while, and then continued to wander... its tail was shaking gently.
As he walked, it stopped beside a homeless man sleeping in the alley. When it arrived, a mouse suddenly took out the homeless man's clothes in horror, ran out in an instant, and escaped along the sewer in a blink of an eye.
It did not care about the mouse that was frightened and fleeing, but instead jumped onto the homeless man's chest... and squatted out on his chest, and it looked at the homeless man's face silently.
Frost, sloppy, beard, wrinkles... and the body temperature drop little by little - the life of this homeless man came to an end about half an hour ago.
Its tail was still shaking, gently touching the homeless man's body, like some kind of caress. Finally, the temperature of the homeless man's body finally ran out and became cold, and it jumped off the homeless man's chest.
When he left, the black cat's tail swept past the homeless man's forehead - the tail finally curled up like a hook, hooking something out.
It is a gray light ball - it sends the hooked light ball into the mouth, and then ate it in small mouthfuls.
It was like a child shopping with snacks in his hand... and continued his own wandering again.
Finally, it ended its wandering and stopped before a house-this was Mr. Smith's house, but at this time there was no light inside the house.
It suddenly jumped through the iron door and walked to the door of the room - the black cat's body began to grow and gradually turned into a human form... Hades in a black dress.
Hades stood in front of Mr. Smith's house, tidied up the bow tie at the collar, then cleared his throat, and then gently knocked on Mr. Smith's house-of course no one would respond, because Mr. Smith's family was in the hospital at this time.
He knew that no matter if he knocked for an hour or two, no one would open the door for him... He knew that, so he knocked on the door like this.
He knows it.
Later, he stopped knocking on the door, but retreated... down the stairs, then moved the small flower pot on the third stairs, and reached in from under the stairs - he finally took out a key.
Open the door, enter the house, close the door... He didn't turn on the lights, he could see everything in the darkness.
He actually wants to turn on the lights... Maybe it will be great to turn on the lights.
He slowly walked to the living room, circled around the sofa in the living room, and then did it--he stood up straight and sat down, put his hands on his thighs, and looked at everything in the living room left and right.
A blanket that was randomly scattered on the sofa caught his attention suddenly - he took it over and wrapped it around himself.
He continued to look around... His eyes soon saw the dining table and kitchen ahead - he stood up and arrived wrapped in a blanket.
There was also the dinner that Mrs. Alula originally prepared for Mrs. Debra on the stove, but it was probably too late to deal with the ambulance when it came, so she could only simply turn off the fire and put it there.
He opened the lid of the pot and it was borscht...it was obviously cold.
However, his eyes lit up, he looked left and right and took a step back, pulled open the disinfection cabinet in the cabinet under the stove, and took out a spoon.
He called himself Hades, then picked up the pot on the stove, sat at the dining table, and ate the cool borscht in the pot with the spoon in his hand.
Mrs. Alula has Russian blood, so she usually likes to make borscht with beanies... As he ate, he finally let go of the spoon, picked up the pot, and drank the remaining soup.
——Don’t eat so fast! I eat all over my mouth! Look up and mom wipe it for you.
He suddenly raised his head and even closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for something - he didn't wait, he opened his eyes, and then slowly let out a sigh... He picked up a tissue himself and wiped the soup on his mouth.
He stood up again, walked up the stairs, and soon came to the door of a room - this was Joe's room.
Opening the door, he walked directly into Joe's room and came to the one-meter-two-meter-two-meter-old children's bed. He turned on the small desk lamp on the cabinet beside the bed.
He lay down like this, pulled a cup and covered it with a blanket, then curled up and fell asleep.
Then he reached out and turned off the small desk lamp.
He murmured, "Good night."
Then everything is silent.
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The next day came soon... In this dilapidated house, when the light shone through the gap and entered the room at the first moment when the sun rose, Teacher Pulin slowly opened his eyes.
He wanted to look not very tired, so he just got up silently, then walked to the bathroom in the room, unscrewed the rusted faucet, and simply washed himself.
"Thank you for accompanying me all night." After finishing the washing, Teacher Principe looked at the mirror... Somewhere in the reflection of the mirror, he said.
I saw a small mosquito flying down at the door beam, and then turned into Nero's appearance.
"Good morning, little brother~" She leaned on the door casually, rubbing the somewhat scattered bangs on her forehead, looked at Teacher Pulin, then changed into a smile and stretched out her palm, "The overnight fee is Chenghui 100 yuan~!"
Teacher Pulin slowly turned around and said calmly: "I don't have money, and... I can't imagine that someone like you still needs money to do."
Nero narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Because there is an unscrupulous general manager above, he does not pay any salary while squeezing his job, so he can be said to be very poor!"
Teacher Pulin shook his head, "You have taken my book away."
Nero looked at his eyes and suddenly asked, "Do you recognize me?"
Teacher Pulin felt a little surprised and then said, "Of course I recognize it. I think my memory is not so bad... After all, this is the third time we have met in the past two days, why do you ask this?"
The first time was in an abandoned warehouse, the second time was in front of the hospital last night... Now it was the third time - Nero quickly flashed through the scene of these three meetings.
She immediately held her heart with a pitiful look on her face, "Do you really remember me? When you were a child, you and others looked at the moon, you called me big sister, little sweetheart, and said you would protect me for the rest of your life."
"Did you admit that you are wrong?" Teacher Puli opened his mouth.
Until this time, he finally confirmed that he really didn't understand this white-haired girl - she had many sides, and every side was her... So he could never shake him with simple words.
At the same time, he was also mocking himself that his understanding of people still did not seem to be enough - but originally, this white-haired girl could no longer be defined by people.
"You really don't know me?" Nero suddenly walked into Teacher Principe and looked at him with his head tilted.
Teacher Pulin gave out a gentle breath and said, "I have a complete memory from my childhood to the present, and I am also sure that I have not forgotten anything... so it is impossible for me to know you."
"You are lying." Nero suddenly whispered, "You are stating the facts of a lie."
Teacher Prins took a step back, widened the distance between him and Nero, and said in the tone of the first meeting of Nero: "If you think this is the case, then just do it... I have nothing to say. But I still hope you don't get close to Mr. Smith's family again."
"What if I get closer?" Nero suddenly sneered: "I can kill you once, and of course I can kill you a second time. And this time, your book is still in my hands."
"Do you say it?" Unexpectedly, Teacher Pulin raised his palm casually at this time - the black cover appeared in his palm in an instant.
Nero was stunned, blinked his eyes subconsciously, then his palm suddenly inserted into his body and began to scatter... After taking it for a while, she couldn't help but say in surprise: "Hey, it's really gone!"
"It's not a time, I'm going to go out." Teacher Prin shook his head, "If you like to follow, then follow...but it's better not to become a mosquito."
He walked past Nero and prepared to go out.
Nero suddenly whispered: "Hades."
At the same time, she was also observing Teacher Principal's reaction - she found that Teacher Principal did respond to the name, but it was just an unexpected reaction.
Teacher Plin turned around and said curiously: "Hades? Are you talking about the Pluto of the Greek God system? Why did you suddenly mention this name?"
Nero shrugged, "Don't you feel very similar, your ability... is like Hades."
Teacher Pulin was silent for a moment, "Maybe... it also brings death's ability, but I am not."
"I just said it was like this, and I didn't say you were." Nero smiled casually.
Teacher Prinn nodded and then went out - he did not continue to talk to Nero too much, some things could not be solved by simply force... Moreover, since even that book was used, if it was the end of this, it would naturally be impossible to solve by force.
If she keeps following her, perhaps it would be a good thing in some ways.
After all, as long as she followed him, he could be sure that she had not approached Mr. Smith's family.
Looking at Teacher Prin who was leaving like this, Nero leaned against the door of the dilapidated house, began to rub the bangs on his forehead, and said to himself: "It's so strange..."
The Yama Sword once slashed half of Teacher Pulin and swallowed all of this half - but at this time, Teacher Pulin had recovered, and the cut off half seemed to have never been lost.
But this is not what makes Nero feel the most strange - after all, she can't fully understand the power of the soul... She is not the boss and the unscrupulous maid... Perhaps she can just regard Teacher Principal as a special ability of his.
So, what made her most strange was... the relationship between the Erha and Laoha.
Lao Ha recognized her, but according to her previous reaction, Er Ha didn't know her at all. Nero had carefully distinguished Lao Ha's words, and it was indeed not a lie... Understanding the lies, this seemed to be the inherent ability of the Black Soul Messenger, which allowed her to easily distinguish the other person's words - no matter how well the other person controls emotions, no matter how superb the other person's acting skills are.
Since neither Lao Ha nor Er Ha lie, what went wrong?
Nero stretched his waist vigorously and shrugged his neck, "What is wrong about it that makes your taste exactly the same... It's so interesting!"
So, what Nero really felt strange was that the Yanma Sword had swallowed Teacher Pulin's appearance, and the Yanma Sword directly cut open Joe's body and took out Joe's soul. The Yanma Sword also directly penetrated Lao Ha's body and touched his soul breath - and the three souls of Lao Ha, Er Ha and Joe, are actually the same.
Simply put - the same soul, three different individuals. Lao Ha and Er Ha have similar abilities... like the abilities of Pluto Hades, as for Joe, he is just a five-year-old who knows nothing.
If there is anything special about Joe, it is probably only he who can feel the arrival of [Death], at most it is just a bit more sensitive inspiration.
"Half a year ago?"
Nero suddenly remembered what Joe said about the whole family bucket, and when he turned his eyes, he seemed to have an idea - she bit her lip, and then made a vomiting action with force... A black and gray ball was spit out of her mouth at this time.
The spitting out of the ball owner's small tail, a pair of closed hands - and her own face, at least looking very immature - simply put, it seemed like a ghost.
Nero patted the ball of the head with satisfaction, then pointed to the direction where Teacher Principal left... The ball of the ball of the ball suddenly chased after him.
Then, she planned to go to the local police station - but before going to the police station, Nero planned to buy a breakfast in the town first.
The Black Soul Messenger actually doesn't need food... but she still retains this habit.
Just like a big sect is happy to do housework, just like a boss will do it according to the normal routine - they are all retaining some of their past habits.
Of course, the reason why she didn't choose to go back to the manor for breakfast is that she must be the latest to go back now!
Don't wash dishes!
Chapter completed!