When I opened my eyes, I saw countless oil paintings hanging on the walls. The women in the paintings showed gentle eyes, as if they were alive, and they all looked at the waking figure on the bed.
Sere rubbed his groggy eyes and looked at the women calmly. At first, every time he woke up and glanced at these portraits, his heart was filled with an unspeakable sense of uneasiness, as if the ghosts of the women in the paintings were still following them.
Beside him, whispering.
Later, Sere gradually got used to these gazes. Sometimes before falling asleep, he would set aside a period of time to collapse on the bed with a glass of wine in his arms, admiring the faces that had long since aged one by one.
Weier hated these paintings. It said that Sere was like a poor hunter, and these women were his prey. The portraits were taxidermied heads that hung all over the room, showing off his achievements.
It does not feel that this room is warm. On the contrary, this room is terrifying, like a morgue full of corpses, and it is full of Serre's beloved people...at least he said that he loved them.
Sere did not refute, but he had to admit that many, many years ago, when he was still relatively young, Sere did have the idea of collecting trophies and preserving the faces of women.
Looking back now, Sere couldn't figure out what he was thinking at that time. He just felt that he was crazy, disgusting and obscene, but he was grateful to his young self at that time for at least retaining these incriminating evidences.
Otherwise, he would not even have the sustenance to repent.
"Ah...whose turn is it today?"
Sere stretched his body vigorously, sat up and leaned on the head of the bed, looking at the portraits with a tired expression. His eyes swept over the beautiful faces until he paused briefly on a certain face.
It took a few seconds for Sere to recall the woman's name, and then he remembered the experience he had spent with her many years ago. As if reading his own diary, Sere slowly immersed himself in the memories, and even stretched out his hand.
He grabbed the wine bottle on the bedside table and drank a few sips, letting the alcohol speed up his memory.
It's light and dizzy, just like a dream, a real and illusory dream.
Sere dreamed of a woman again, dreamed of her gentle whispers to him, dreamed of her moving voice, dreamed of all the good things in the past... If possible, Sere really hoped that he could indulge in beauty forever.
in a dream, but unfortunately, such a dream does not exist. Even if the devil can grant him such peace, he has no extra soul to trade.
"Sere..."
A familiar and deep voice came, like a call from an extremely distant place.
Sere squinted his eyes slightly, and he knew what would happen next. Just like the countless sweet dreams he had repeated, a lingering nightmare would eventually come, dragging Sere back to the cruel reality.
The vague dream gradually became clearer, and the edges and corners became extremely sharp, even like a materialized blade, slashing at Sere's body, cutting him into pieces and tearing him apart.
Behind the broken picture is the warm sun. The woman stands in the sun, her figure reflected in a dark silhouette.
"It's so warm, Sere, I almost forgot how it felt..."
The woman said as she stretched out her hand, trying to catch the sunlight, but only caught nothingness. She turned back to look at Sere, showing that breathtaking smile.
combustion.
The raging fire burned her body, and the blazing firelight was entangled with the warm sun. In a trance, the woman seemed to have merged with the sun and returned to the light and dust.
She became like light, dazzling, untouchable and unattainable.
Sere stared at the dream with an expressionless face. Every time he recalled this scene, a strong sense of pain would burst out from his heart. A strange coldness permeated his nerves. He could not extricate himself, as if his body and mind were being dragged in.
In hell, there is so much pain.
Later, Sere recalled that day over and over again as if he had inflicted wounds on himself. The wound healed and was torn open again until it could no longer be repaired. It was left open like this, revealing the squirming blood and flesh. The blood was constantly flowing, but it could no longer be repaired.
Can't feel pain.
"sorry Sorry."
Sere murmured to himself, and his memories receded like a tide. The warm sunshine was no longer replaced by a dim interior. At this time, he looked at the portraits looking at him. The women's eyes were no longer gentle, but filled with
Hatred and blame, if possible, they should be eager to break the boundary between reality and reality and tear Sere into pieces.
There was a creaking sound on the door, and Serei looked listlessly at the door. The sound of footsteps sounded, too soft to be heard by a human being.
Weier jumped on the table, and the black cat stood obediently, almost blending into the darkness.
"Having a nightmare again?"
"almost."
Sere climbed up from the bed. His strong body was like a masterpiece of marble sculpture. He put on his pajamas and said nonchalantly, "I'm used to it, it's nothing."
"I know, I don't care about you either," Weier teased, "You're a sentimental guy."
Sere was amused by Weier's sharp words. This was a common quarrel between the two. After all, from a certain point of view, Sere and Weier were similar people. They had both been in countless situations.
Wandering among the opposite sexes.
It's just that every time Sere mentioned this similarity, he would be severely resisted by Weier. Weier said that she did it out of necessity for survival, while Sere was just having fun, and the two were never similar people.
After moving his slightly stiff body, Sere approached a painting and flicked the frame with his fingertips. He walked and walked until he stopped in front of the portrait that disturbed his mind. Sere's gaze
Gradually I lost my feelings.
Weier said, "It's really hard to imagine that you would actually fall in love with someone."
"I didn't expect it," Serei shook his head, "I never thought that I would actually fall in love with Aisha."
"Didn't you fall in love with her when you were with her?"
Se Lei hesitated, "At that time... I wasn't sure at that time, Weier. Before that, I didn't understand what the so-called love was. I was completely unknown to that strange feeling, so naturally I didn't know either.
Is the connection between Elsa and I considered love? But when she disappears into the light, I can be sure that it is love."
"It's such a pity that when you realize the existence of love, it's the moment you lose it," Weier doubted, "Sere, you are really an extremely slow guy."
"Am I slow?"
Se Lei raised his eyebrows. After a moment of speech, the bastard had recovered and became cynical again, "Obviously they all praise me for being very sharp. I can speak to their hearts in just a few words."
Weier turned around disdainfully, wagging her tail, "How pitiful."
The smile on Sere's face froze, "Why am I so pitiful?"
"It's just pitiful." Weier jumped off the table and walked outside the door. "Those precious things are strange and unknown to you, and you are so slow. Only when you lose something
Only then can you truly realize how important it is to you.”
Weier's eyes were full of pity, "In other words, when you feel the beauty of something, that's when you lose it. Isn't this pitiful? It's like a curse."
Se Lei frowned. He felt that Wei'er was unexpectedly more aggressive towards him today, although she wasn't much weaker before.
"Have I bothered you these past few days?"
Since chatting with Sai Zong that day, Se Lei has been staying in his room. Apart from eating and drinking, he has hardly gone out or met anyone, let alone angered Weier.
"No, but do I need a reason to call you a bastard like you?" Weier glanced at Sere who was still standing there, "Come out quickly, Sai Zong is looking for you."
"ah?"
Sere didn't know what Sai Zong wanted to do with him, but after learning Sai Zong's true identity, it was obvious that Sai Zong's status in the Undead Club had undergone tremendous changes. Se Rei once doubted whether he should care about Sai Zong.
Zong calls boss.
Sai Zong doesn't like the title boss.
After buttoning up his pajamas, Sere followed Wei'er and wandered to the bar. With his true identity revealed, the tranquility of the Eyes of Eternal Wrath was difficult to maintain, and Sai Zong no longer pretended to be a cat or a dog.
.
He was naked to the waist, and countless flaming wounds were spread all over his withered body like strange scriptures. Bode stood behind the bar. He had taken on the job of bartender since Sere began to decline.
Bode did a great job at this job, at least he wouldn't suddenly jump out and do a funny pole dance like Sere.
Sai Zong turned his head and said hello, "Oh, good morning, Serei."
"Good morning."
Se Lei responded in a low voice. He noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the bar. It was depressing and cold. It seemed that something big was about to happen.
Suddenly, Sere's footsteps stopped. Approaching the bar, he saw the familiar dagger. Sere used it to slit the throats of his blood relatives. Later, the dagger was delivered to Olivia's hands...
But now it appeared in Sai Zong's hand and was inserted into the wooden board of the bar.
Sai Zong noticed Sere's gaze and said slowly, "Olivia entrusted me to give it to you."
An inexplicable sense of dislocation swept through Sere's mind. He suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed to have happened many years ago, just like the past reappearing. At some point in the past, he also obtained the dagger in this way.
.
Sere didn't notice either, and his voice trembled, "Oh... where is Olivia?"
"She? She went to make up for her mistake."
Sai Zong looked relaxed, looking at Sere with provocation in his eyes.
"Assassination of the Night King."
Sere subconsciously rushed over, and crazy power surged from his blood. But before this power could be released, Sere felt a strong impact coming towards him, as if he had hit a car.
Building an insurmountable high wall, his body leaned backwards uncontrollably, knocking over tables, chairs and benches along the way, sending sawdust flying everywhere.
"What happened!"
Weier nervously jumped on Bode's body, her fur growing like a hedgehog.
