The knocks on the door entered the dining room. Kieran spoke without even looking up.
"Come in."
Kieran then picked up another newspaper.
Due to his current identity, newspapers and magazines became one of the few channels for him to get information.
Although there were mobile phones in the dining room, they were the old-fashioned kind. Other than receiving calls, making calls, and sending messages, the only other function was to play Snake.
There were computers too, but they were also old-fashioned and expensive.
In order to deal with the possible accidents that might happen tonight, after buying some necessities, Kieran didn't have enough money on hand to buy another computer.
However, even if he had enough money, Kieran didn't plan to buy one.
After all, based on his speculations.
He would soon be able to get a lot of secret information.
Tssk Gak!
The dining room door was pushed open.
However, there was no one outside.
The street lamp flickered again.
Tssk, Tssk.
The sound of electric current accompanied the flickering of the lights. In this quiet night, the whole dining room door unconsciously became strange.
However, Kieran turned a blind eye to it.
He lowered his head and read the newspaper with great interest.
The lights at the dining room door flickered.
The book in the dining room was focused on reading.
A stalemate appeared between the two of them, along with a sense of slight awkwardness.
Then …
The lights at the dining room door flickered even more rapidly, as if it was telling Kieran, 'I'm here'.
Unfortunately, Kieran didn't care.
The lights flickered for a full two to three seconds …
Pak!
The light bulb that couldn't bear the load finally exploded.
Sparks splashed and a black figure flashed.
Without the street lamp, the dining room door plunged into true darkness. The lights in the dining room could only light up less than a square meter outside the door.
Further away, it was pitch-black.
Dak, Dak, Dak.
A series of loud footsteps sounded in the darkness outside the door.
However, no one appeared.
Tssk, Tssk.
Around three to four seconds later, strange noises came from the ceiling above Kieran's head. It was the heavy footsteps on the second floor, causing the wooden boards to groan.
Such sounds came one after another, as if the entire ceiling was about to be trampled on.
However, Kieran took a sip of the chicken soup and immersed himself in reading again.
The voice paused.
Then, a gust of wind blew into the room.
The wind was slight, but it was extremely cold.
Ordinary people would shiver if they were blown by it.
Kieran frowned slightly.
Without a doubt, that gust of wind felt Kieran's frown and immediately became even colder, blowing towards Kieran with all its might.
Kieran's frown deepened.
Then, he raised his hand.
Pa!
With the click of the switch, the little sun in the bar counter was turned on — it was left behind by John Dickson. Kieran checked it and after making sure it was usable, he left it for Starbeck.
Although Kieran was severely weakened, he was still at his peak condition. As long as the weather wasn't too extreme, it wouldn't affect him. However, Starbeck was different. With a normal person's physique, once the weather turned cold, he would have to keep warm.
The orange warm light shone over Kieran's body.
The cold wind was instantly melted by the warm light.
Not only was the cold gone, but the wind couldn't even move it.
All that was left was a translucent figure crawling on the floor, crying loudly.
"I'm so useless!
I was bullied when I was alive!
Even in death, I was still bullied!
If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have died! "
The agonizing cries sounded beside Kieran's feet. The translucent figure was faintly discernible under the warm light of the little sun, as if it would disappear at any moment.
However, Kieran didn't have the intention to turn off the little sun.
He didn't even care about the figure, continuing to read his newspaper.
"You have no sympathy at all!"
After crying for a minute, the dead looked up at Kieran, who was still reading his newspaper. It couldn't hold back its growl and then … cried even louder.
Pak!
The sound of plates falling on the floor came from the kitchen.
No doubt Starbeck was frightened by the sudden noise.
Kieran raised a brow.
"Shut up."
With a cold rebuke, the dead crawling there immediately shut up.
It didn't just shut up, its body even shivered.
It seemed like it was frightened.
Three to four seconds later, the dead figure seemed to have thought of something.
"I'm already dead!
Why should I be afraid of the living?
The living should be afraid of the dead! "
He was mumbling to himself as he crawled on the ground. His mumbling seemed to have given him courage, and he wanted to crawl back up.
However, when it looked up, it saw Kieran's gloomy and cold face.
Its knees instantly went soft, it couldn't help but crawl up again.
Then, she started crying again.
However, as if it was afraid of angering Kieran, the crying was very soft, as if it was sobbing.
Kieran frowned again.
He had seen a lot of the dead.
Vicious, brutal, evil, all of them were found everywhere.
However, this kind of cowardly dead was a first.
If Kieran didn't make sure Starbeck was beside him, he might think it was the dead Starbeck.
Not only did Kieran think so, Starbeck shared the same thought as well.
Starbeck walked up to Kieran and hid behind Kieran. He peeked his head out and looked at the sobbing dead under the warm sunlight, his eyes filled with curiosity.
As if the sobbing dead sensed Starbeck's gaze, it carefully looked up at Starbeck.
"Ugly!"
Starbeck blurted out when he saw the dead's face.
The sobbing dead was stunned.
Then, it fell on the ground, as if its soul fire was about to be extinguished.
"I'm sorry, I'm ugly, that's why I have no friends, no life, no life. When I was alive, I was an ugly person, and when I died, I became an ugly ghost, hehe."
The dead who were crawling there whispered to themselves.
"I-I'm sorry.
I didn't do it on purpose.
I'm just, just that … looks don't mean everything, you have your merits too! "
Starbeck apologized repeatedly and tried to change the topic.
Such a change of topic was naturally polite words, but the dead crawling there took it seriously.
"What merits?!"
The dead looked up, it almost wanted to run to Starbeck and ask him what his merits were, but the moment it looked up, its eyes clashed with Kieran's.
Pak!
The man's knees weakened and he knelt down again.
However, it was still looking at Starbeck, hoping for an answer.
Starbeck obviously didn't come across such a situation before, he thought for a long time but still didn't know what to do, so he turned to Kieran.
"You may be ugly, stupid and cowardly, but …"
"You have a good sense of self-awareness."
"That's your strength."
Kieran said calmly under Starbeck's gaze.
"I am ugly, stupid and cowardly, but I know my place. This is my merit?"
The face of the dead crawling there showed an expression of crying or laughing, and the body began to turn into a little white like a firefly.
In the white light, the dead man became peaceful.
Even its ugly face turned soft.
"Thank you.
I want everything but I don't have anything, I don't work hard, I'm ugly and fat, I think people don't appreciate me, I'm trying to escape from reality, I'm a coward living in a corner of the city, a coward, a coward. Even after becoming a dead, I'm still the worst kind.
I don't dare to communicate with other dead, I don't dare to go to crowded places, I don't even dare to fight back when cats and dogs bully me, but … "
"I really want to go to that land without strife.
"I sensed that there was an aura here that could lead me to that place. I secretly came here with the hope that it would work, but I am still a little unwilling to accept it … Thank you for not blaming me, and thank you for fulfilling my wish, allowing me to find my strengths."
"I'm no longer a lazy, ugly, cowardly, good-for-nothing person. At least I still have some good points."
Thank you all. "
The dead bowed.
Starbeck returned the bow awkwardly.
Although Starbeck didn't think the merit was worth it in his heart, when he saw the dead turn into a firefly and fly further away, he couldn't say anything else.
Starbeck quietly looked at Kieran as he watched the figure leave. He suddenly thought of something and quietly looked at Kieran.
"You are different from it.
You are prettier than it.
You can even cook.
"More importantly, you know your own shortcomings and have begun to learn how to overcome them. Just this point alone is enough for you to surpass them."
Kieran didn't wait for Starbeck to speak and said it out loud.
When he heard what Kieran said, Starbeck covered his mouth and showed a smile.
'Because you are here.
Only I have the courage to overcome my flaws.
Otherwise …
I'm no different from it. '
'It's good to meet you.'
Starbeck said in his heart. He then turned around and walked to the kitchen — the food for the day was ready but Kieran's breakfast wasn't ready yet.
Starbeck hoped that Kieran could eat different and nutritious food every day, including but not limited to breakfast.
It would take quite a lot of effort.
As for Kieran?
He recalled the information that the coward revealed to him, he looked down and tidied up his current equipment.
Electric baton, spray gun, accelerant, and molotov cocktail.
Other than the electric baton, which he got from searching, the rest were bought from the supermarket in the street. The spray gun and accelerant cost quite a lot.
As for the molotov cocktail, the ingredients were cheap but it required a certain level of craftsmanship.
After wiping all five molotov cocktails clean, Kieran placed them in the corner under the counter.
Kieran wouldn't use the molotov cocktail until the very last moment.
It would be the worst case scenario.
He wouldn't just lose his current shelter, the identity that he just acquired would be rendered useless as well. He might even be put on a wanted list.
More importantly, he wasn't sure if he could protect Starbeck if that happened.
Huu!
Kieran let out a deep breath of turbid air.
He had to stop the worst case scenario.
Fortunately, he had the chance.
After the coward left, his Origin Forces grew stronger again. Kieran squinted his eyes. Although compared to before, the growth was a lot smaller, Kieran knew many a little makes a mickle, so he didn't close the door and waited patiently.
Since the coward was attracted by the faraway presence, it would attract other dead.
Naturally, other dead souls would be attracted here as well.
On top of that, it would be a thicker faraway presence.
Likewise, it would also speed up the recovery of his Origin Forces.
It would be a perfect cycle!
Of course, some unfriendly dead would also appear.
In fact, it was just like what Kieran expected.
A few minutes later, a dead with a sharp knife appeared in front of the restaurant. Its ferocious face, bloody body, and malicious gaze stated its attitude.
Such a dead would be hard to communicate with.
So …
Tssss!
The blue flame on the blowgun flashed.
The moment the dead stepped into the restaurant, it was split in half from the waist without any reaction.
Then, it was John Dickson's turn.
The dead was split into a dozen pieces and scattered on the floor.
"Do you have any wishes?"
Kieran lowered his head and asked with the spray gun in his hand.
"I'll kill you!"
The dead glared at Kieran and shouted angrily.
"Em."
Kieran nodded and pointed the blowgun at the dead's head.
Huu!
The blue flame burst out and the dead screamed in agony.
"No, no!
I have a wish!
I want to chop the most delicious meat! "
The dead screamed.
Kieran stopped the spray gun and picked up the sharp knife that the man had dropped. He aimed it at what was left of the man's body and swung it down.
It wasn't just one chop, it was continuous, like chopping dumplings.
"Do you feel the beauty?"
Kieran asked as he chopped.
"But this is my …"
Huu!
The blue flame in the blowgun shone brightly again.
"This is the most delicious meat I want to chop!
"This is simply too wonderful."
"This is a feeling I have never experienced before."
The dead said seriously in the blue light.
However, the white light didn't appear.
Kieran frowned and moved the blowgun closer to the dead.
"Carefully feel the beauty within."
Kieran said.
"I feel it!
I feel it! "
The other party wailed once more.
"No."
"You don't feel it clearly enough."
Kieran shook his head since he didn't see any changes.
"There is!
This time it's real!
I really feel it! "
The dead wailed.
"No."
"You don't feel it clearly enough."
Kieran shook his head again and moved the blowgun closer to the dead's face. The wails got louder.
The unique wails spread far away.
A while later, several translucent figures that looked like cowards appeared at the entrance of the restaurant. Each of them was looking at the dead that Kieran was roasting with a hateful gaze, showing gratitude to Kieran.
With the appearance of these dead, the roasted dead's scarlet eyes widened, and together with the other party's sharp knife, they disappeared into thin air.
In the end, the dead understood Kieran's plan.
Kieran didn't plan to let it go.
He was toying with it and taking revenge.
He wanted to lure the dead that it chopped up and free them.
The dead understood.
But what use would it be?
Endless darkness had arrived.
"Thank you."
Thanks were heard again and again. The living who had been hacked to death by the dead had fulfilled their final wishes, and the white glow of the fireflies appeared again.
The five Origin Powers grew once again.
However, Kieran's eyes were looking outside the restaurant.
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