When Boss Luo was about to show up, Nero suddenly jumped down from the tree with a shopping bag … Luoqiu stopped.
Nero began to walk towards the direction of the leaving child, seemingly intending to follow him.
After Nero walked out of the small park, he came to the tree and looked around … Then he closed his eyes, and his vision was reconstructed in a three-dimensional way in his mind.
Boss Luo found something. He opened his eyes and moved slightly. In the next moment, he had already appeared on the top of a slightly higher building in the town.
On a sign sticking out from the roof of the building, a hooked balloon was swinging with the wind … The balloon was obviously much smaller than its original size. It seemed that it had been hooked here for some time.
Maybe it was yesterday, maybe it was the day before.
The thin string wrapped around the pole of the sign began to unravel automatically, and the free balloon finally fell into Boss Luo's hand — He tore off the small note tied to the end of the thin string and opened it to take a look.
“I-don't-want-to-die.”
The sea breeze blew, and suddenly, the small note was blown away from Luoqiu's hand … away.
…
Mr. Smith was the chef and owner of a restaurant in the town. He had a beautiful wife and a five-year-old child, Joe.
The restaurant's business had always been good. Although he was busy with work, Mr. Smith's life was full and happy — because this family would welcome a new baby this year.
Because Mr. Smith's wife, Debra, was eight months pregnant and was about to give birth … Whether it was the neighbors or the regular customers of the restaurant, they were sincerely happy for this upcoming baby.
After the New Year, in order to take care of Debra who was pregnant for the second time, Mr. Smith's mother temporarily came here from her hometown … This indeed made Mr. Smith much more relaxed.
Outside the restaurant, today's menu was written on a small blackboard. A regular customer was looking at the menu and thinking.
At this moment, a five-year-old boy walked over with his head down.
"Hey, Joe, are you OK?" The customer stopped the little boy who was about to walk into the restaurant with his head down.
The little boy just nodded, but there was no smile on his face … It was too easy for adults to grasp a child's unhappy mood.
The customer looked at the dirt on Joe and seemed to know something. He took out a tissue and wiped Joe's slightly dirty face and clothes. "Joe, were you bullied?"
Little boy … Joe still shook his head.
"But I see you're unhappy, Joe." The customer put his hands on Joe's shoulders. "Son, if you don't tell the truth, you may become a dishonest child and you will be punished. Your nose will become very long and it will hit the ceiling, so you will be very painful. You will even end up like Pinocchio. "
Joe was silent for a long time, and suddenly said something that surprised the old customer. "If I become Pinocchio, I won't die?"
The old customer was stunned. Then, he looked at the child strangely and frowned. "Joe, do you know what you're saying?"
Joe nodded. "Pinocchio didn't die. He didn't die in the end in the story."
The old customer thought for a while. "Son, why do you feel like you will die?"
Joe said with a look of fear, "Because I saw Mr. Death. My grandma said that Death will take away life … It will take me away."
The old customer opened his mouth, thought for a while, and walked directly into the restaurant with Joe. The staff naturally recognized Joe, the boss's child, and immediately greeted him to the counter to take care of him.
The old customer found Mr. Smith, who was busy in the kitchen, and told him about Joe.
Mr. Smith, who had recently put on weight, listened to the old customer's description very patiently. After thinking about it, he said, "Oh, Old George, thank you for telling me about Joe. Please forgive me for being too busy. Maybe if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't even know about Joe. "
"He may just feel uneasy."
Customer … Old George patted Mr. Smith's shoulder comfortingly at this time. "Maybe because Debra is about to give birth, you all ignored Joe's feelings. Smith, children at this age are very sensitive and fragile. "
"When the lunch market is over, I will have a good talk with Joe." Mr. Smith promised.
"I know you will be a good father." Old George smiled. "Then today's lunch will be the signature roast duck breast set. I'm really hungry."
"As you wish, sir." Mr. Smith put on the chef's hat again and walked into the kitchen.
… …
There were not many customers at noon today, and Mr. Smith soon had some free time. He walked up to Joe with a bowl of mushroom soup that he had made himself.
He looked at Joe's dirty clothes, patted them carefully a few times, and suddenly said, "Joe, do you have anything to say to me?"
Joe drank the mushroom soup silently, pursing his lips from time to time.
Mr. Smith suddenly felt guilty. Maybe he really neglected the child's feelings during this time … His family was busy and happy with his wife's upcoming birth, and gradually did not pay so much attention to Joe's affairs.
So, Mr. Smith picked up Joe and put him on his lap. He wiped the soup stain on Joe's mouth and smiled. "Joe, when summer vacation comes, I will go to sea with you, just like we did last year."
When summer vacation came, his wife Debra would successfully give birth to the second child, and he would have more free time … Indeed, he could spend more time with his eldest son.
"Really?" Joe seemed to be in high spirits.
Mr. Smith held out his hand, and Joe also held out his hand. The big and small palms clapped, then clenched into fists, and then hammered each other.
Mr. Smith smiled. "It's a promise. I have never broken our promise. You should know, Joe."
Joe nodded.
Mr. Smith rubbed Joe's head. "Then you have to promise me that you will forget the story your grandmother told you. Believe me, this is just an old story your grandmother used to scare disobedient children. It is not true. In this world, there is no such thing as Mr. Death. "
Joe said, "But I saw it."
"You were just dreaming." Mr. Smith could not help but smile. "Listen to me, your great-grandmother was a naughty person. I was also scared when I was young, but I later learned that it was all a lie. "
Joe thought for a moment and said, "Smith, did you see Mr. Death when you were young?"
Mr. Smith had some experience in raising children. At this moment, he nodded seriously and said, "I saw it, but I knew it was just a dream. After I grew up, I never saw it again. Of course, if you become more obedient, Joe, you won't see it again. "
Joe nodded dubiously.
Mr. Smith put him down from his lap and said casually, "Do you want another serving of grilled chicken meatballs?"
Joe thought for a moment. In the end, he could not resist the problem of his stomach and nodded.
At this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open by someone, and a young oriental girl with dyed white hair walked in just like that.
Her smile was very special, giving people the feeling that she was secretly revealing her little tail. She was like a wandering little monster who liked to play pranks on Halloween.
…
Why did she dye it … Because Mr. Smith felt that there were few young people in the world who had such white hair. If she was an albino, at least the other body hair should be white.
Of course, this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. In terms of individuality, there were many students in the school not far away who were extremely individualistic.
What he was really curious about was the face of this Asian. There were not many Asians here. Mr. Smith basically had an impression of them, but the one in front of him looked very unfamiliar.
Is she a freshman who just arrived?
With such doubts in his heart, Mr. Smith walked out from the counter and came to the beautiful girl with short white hair, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
The girl with short white hair … Nero looked around and naturally saw the little boy from the park who was sitting in the children's chair and poking his head out from the counter – Joe.
Joe saw Nero's gaze at this moment and retracted his head at once.
"Is there anything else to eat? I haven't had lunch yet. " Nero lifted the shopping bag in her hand at this time, "I am a poor person who is being exploited by an unscrupulous boss!"
"Oh!" Mr. Smith found it interesting, so he smiled and said, "Then I recommend you try our celebrity package today. It will help you recover your strength."
"Then let's have … four portions first." Nero narrowed her eyes and smiled. Before Mr. Smith asked in surprise, she said directly, "I can finish it. Don't worry."
"Then … please wait a moment." Mr. Smith nodded, then asked the waiter who was cleaning up the table after Old George finished his lunch to come over and greet this strange girl.
She sat down at a table facing the counter. Joe at the counter quietly poked his head out again at this time … This time Nero did not look at him but just stared out of the window.
Joe became bolder, and his neck gradually stretched out at this time. Unexpectedly, Nero suddenly turned back at this moment.
Nero's neck suddenly stretched extremely long at this time, like the legendary long-necked monster … Her neck quickly circled a few times in the air and finally sent her head to Joe … She even turned into a ferocious grin with a green face.
Joe couldn't help but be shocked. He fell directly from the children's chair and knocked over the unfinished mushroom soup, spilling it all over his body.
Joe covered his mouth with his hands in horror as if he was frightened and couldn't speak … The waiter who was working heard the movement and quickly came over to pick Joe up.
But Joe just pointed at the customer who had just arrived sitting by the window. The waiter looked over in confusion, but all he saw was Nero eating an appetizer salad. There was nothing special about her.
The waiter shook his head and had to put down Joe who was a little strange today. He then took off his coat and planned to go to the bathroom to wash it first, "Kid, sit here and don't go away, okay? I'll be right back. "
Joe grabbed the waiter's arm tightly, and he was so anxious that he seemed to be about to cry.
"Let me take care of this child for you." Nero suddenly looked over at this time and smiled with a rather charming smile, "I like children very much."
The waiter hesitated for a moment … but suddenly felt as if there was a voice in his mind urging him to agree. He nodded woodenly and then became silent.
He silently picked up Joe and then came to Nero's side. Ignoring Joe's reaction, he sat him down next to Nero and then left with the swollen clothes expressionlessly.
Joe was horrified to find that his hands and feet were tied to the chair by a black shadow. He couldn't move at all.
At this moment, Nero suddenly picked up a fork and a table knife and began to rub them in front of Joe, making the wrong sound of "Huo Huo Huo Huo".
"Oh, I haven't eaten children's meat for a long time. I'm so hungry." Nero's mouth cracked open all the way to her earlobes, revealing blood-red gums and sharp teeth that were like sawteeth.
"You … are you Mr. Death?" Joe suddenly asked with a hint of sobbing.
Nero, who was sharpening the knife, blinked when she heard the words. Then, she knocked the table with the handle of the knife in dissatisfaction, "Witch! I'm the witch who eats children! Haven't you heard of the story of the [Candy House]? "
Joe shook his head.
"Boring." Nero suddenly yawned, threw the knife and fork on the table casually, and waved her hand with a look of disgust, "Go, go, go play by yourself."
In this way, the black shadow that imprisoned Joe's hands and feet suddenly disappeared.
Perhaps, one could never imagine the thinking of a five-year-old child. At this moment, Joe was no longer afraid. He jumped down from the chair and ran around the table to Nero. He looked up at Nero curiously.
"What are you looking at? I'm really going to eat you!" Nero opened her mouth again.
Joe blinked.
Nero sneered. Her mouth turned into a big mouth and directly swallowed Joe whole … but after swallowing, she immediately spat him out.
"See, like this, I'm going to eat you." Nero said while picking her ears.
At this time, Joe suddenly reached out and pulled the corner of Nero's clothes, "Are you really not Mr. Death?"
"No!" Nero lowered her face and stared at the little boy, "I'm Sister Death … call me Sister!"
Well … what the hell is Mr. Death? Is there something wrong with this kid's head?
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