In the streets of the town at night, the black cat walked on the street, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing, like a wandering ghost.
It came to Mr. Smith's restaurant. The restaurant was already closed and the lights were turned off. At this time, Mr. Smith was still in the hospital, accompanying his wife who was in the intensive care unit.
The black cat jumped on the windowsill of the restaurant and looked inside … After a while, it jumped down from the windowsill and walked in the quiet town in the middle of the night again.
It walked past the small park at the corner of the street, stopped for a while, and then continued to walk … Its tail was gently wagging.
As it walked, it stopped beside a homeless man who was sleeping in an alley. When it arrived, a rat immediately took out a rat from the homeless man's clothes and ran away. In the blink of an eye, the rat had disappeared along the sewer.
It didn't care about the fleeing mouse, but gently jumped on the homeless man's chest … Squatting on his chest, it silently looked at the homeless man's face.
Wind and frost, unkempt, beard, wrinkles … and a body temperature that was dropping little by little … The homeless man's life was about to come to an end about half an hour ago.
Its tail was still wagging, gently touching the tramp's body as if it was caressing him. Finally, when the temperature of the tramp's body finally ran out and became cold, it jumped down from the tramp's chest.
When it left, the black cat's tail swept across the homeless man's forehead — the tail curled up, like a hook, and hooked something out.
It was a gray ball of light — it put the hooked ball of light into its mouth and then ate it in small bites.
It was like a child shopping with snacks in its hand … It continued to walk on its own again.
Finally, it finished this walk and stopped in front of a house — this was Mr. Smith's house, but there was no light in the house at this time.
It jumped over the iron gate and walked to the door of the house — the black cat's body began to grow and gradually became a human … Hades was wearing a black suit.
Hades stood in front of Mr. Smith's door, adjusted his bow tie, cleared his throat, and gently knocked on Mr. Smith's door. Of course, no one answered because Mr. Smith's family was in the hospital at this time.
He knew that even 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 knew.
After that, he no longer knocked on the door. Instead, he stepped back and went down the stairs. Then, he moved the small flower pot on the third step of the stairs and put his hand under the stairs. He finally took out a key.
He opened the door, entered the house, closed the door … He did not turn on the light. He could see everything in the dark.
He actually wanted to turn on the lights … Perhaps it would be good to turn on the lights.
He walked slowly to the living room and walked around the sofa before sitting down. He straightened his back and placed his hands on his thighs as he looked around the living room.
A blanket casually scattered on the sofa attracted his attention at once — He took the blanket and wrapped it around himself.
He continued to look around … His eyes soon saw the dining table and the kitchen in front of him — He stood up at once and walked over with the blanket wrapped around him.
There was still the dinner that Mrs. Elura had prepared for Mrs. Debra on the stove, but it was probably too late to deal with it when the ambulance came, so she simply turned off the fire and left it there.
He opened the lid of the pot. It was borscht … Obviously, it was cold.
His eyes lit up. He looked around and then took a step back. He pulled open the disinfection cabinet under the stove and took out a spoon.
At this time, he, who called himself Hades, picked up the pot on the stove and sat at the dining table. He used the spoon in his hand to eat the cold borscht in the pot.
Mrs. Elura was of Russian descent, so she usually liked to use red vegetables to make borscht … He ate and ate until he finally put down the spoon, picked up the pot, and drank the rest of the soup.
— Don't eat so fast! Your mouth is full! Raise your head, mom will wipe it for you.
He suddenly raised his head and even closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for something — but he didn't see it. He opened his eyes and then slowly exhaled … He picked up a tissue and wiped the soup off his mouth.
He stood up again and walked up the stairs. After a while, he came to the door of a room — This was Joe's room.
He opened the door and went straight into Joe's room. He came to the 1.2-meter child bed and turned on the small table lamp on the bedside cabinet.
He lay down, wrapped in the blanket, pulled a cup over his body, and then curled up and fell asleep.
Then he reached out and turned off the small table lamp.
He whispered, "Good night."
Then there was silence.
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The next day came quickly … In this dilapidated house, at the first moment when the sun rose and the light shone into the house through the gap, Mr. Pulin slowly opened his eyes.
He didn't look tired anymore. He just got up silently, walked to the bathroom in the house, turned on the rusty faucet, and simply freshened himself up.
"Thank you for accompanying me for the night." After freshening up, Mr. Pulin looked at the mirror … and said somewhere in the mirror.
A small mosquito flew down from the door beam and then turned into Nero.
"Morning, little brother ~" She casually leaned against the door, rubbing the somewhat messy bangs on her forehead while sizing up Teacher Pu Lin. Then, she put on a smiling face and stretched out her hand. "Overnight fee, Cheng Hui 100 yuan ~!"
Mr. Pulin slowly turned around and said indifferently, "I don't have money, and … I can't think of what you need money for."
Nero squinted and smiled, "Because there is an unscrupulous director who squeezes work and doesn't pay salary, so I can be said to be very poor!"
Mr. Pulin shook his head, "You have taken away my book."
Nero looked at his eyes and suddenly asked, "Do you recognize me?"
Mr. Pulin felt a little surprised, and then said, "Of course I recognize you, I don't think my memory is so bad … After all, we have met for the third time in these two days. Why do you ask?"
The first time was in the abandoned warehouse, the second time was in front of the hospital last night … and now it was the third time — Nero's mind quickly flashed the scenes of these three meetings.
She suddenly held her heart with a pitiful look, "Do you really not remember me? When you watched the moon with me when we were young, you called me big sister, little sweetheart, and said you would protect me for a lifetime. "
"Did you recognize the wrong person?" Mr. Puli opened his mouth.
Until this time, he finally confirmed that he really didn't know this white-haired girl — she had many sides, and each side was her … so he had been unable to shake her with simple words.
At the same time, he also mocked himself that he still didn't know enough about people — but originally, this white-haired girl could no longer be defined by people.
"You really don't know me?" Nero suddenly walked in front of Mr. Pulin and looked at him with her head tilted.
Mr. Pulin gently exhaled and said, "I have a complete memory from childhood to now, and I am sure that I have not forgotten anything … so it is impossible for me to know you."
"You are lying." Nero suddenly whispered, "You are describing a fact in a lie."
Teacher Pu Lin took a step back slightly, widening the distance between him and Nero. He used the same tone as when Nero first met him and said, "If you think it's like this, then so be it … I have nothing to say. But I still hope you will not approach Mr. Smith's family again. "
"So what if I approach them?" Nero suddenly sneered, "I can kill you once, and naturally, I can kill you a second time. And this time, your book is still in my hands. "
"Are you talking about it?" Unexpectedly, Mr. Pulin casually raised his palm at this time — and a black book with a black cover appeared in his palm instantly.
Nero was stunned and blinked subconsciously. Then she inserted her palm into her body and began to search randomly … After searching for a while, she couldn't help but be surprised, "Hey, it's really gone!"
"Nothing, I'm going out." Mr. Pulin shook his head, "If you like to follow me, then follow me … but it's better not to become a mosquito."
He walked past Nero and was about to go out.
Nero suddenly whispered at this time, "Hades."
At the same time, she was also observing Mr. Pulin's reaction — she found that Mr. Pulin did react to this name, but it was just an unexpected reaction.
Mr. Pulin turned around and asked curiously, "Hades? Are you talking about the King of Hades of the Greek god system … Why did you suddenly mention this name? "
Nero shrugged and said, "Don't you feel similar? Your ability … is just like Hades."
Mr. Pulin was silent for a moment, "Maybe … It is also the ability to bring death, but I am not."
"I just said that you are similar, but I didn't say that you are." Nero smiled casually.
Mr. Pulin nodded and then went out. He didn't continue to talk too much with Nero. Some things couldn't be solved by pure force … Moreover, since he even used that book, if the result was still like this in the end, naturally, it couldn't be solved by force.
If she kept following him, maybe it was a good thing from a certain point of view.
After all, as long as she kept following him, he could be sure that she didn't approach Mr. Smith's family.
Looking at Mr. Pulin who just went out like this, Nero leaned against the door of the shabby house and began to rub the bangs in front of her forehead again, saying to herself, "It's so strange …"
Yamato had once cut off half of Teacher Pu Lin's body and swallowed it whole. However, Teacher Pu Lin had already recovered by then. It was as if the half that was cut off had never been lost.
But this wasn't what made Nero feel the strangest — after all, she had no way to completely understand the power of the soul … She wasn't the boss, and there was also that unscrupulous servant girl … Perhaps it was enough to consider Teacher Pu Lin's situation as one of his special abilities.
So, what made her feel the most strange was … the relationship between Husky and Old Ha.
Old Ha recognized her, but judging from Husky's previous reaction, she didn't know her at all. Nero also carefully analyzed Old Ha's words, and they were indeed not lies … Seeing through lies seemed to be the inherent ability of the Black Soul Messenger, which allowed her to easily distinguish the other party's words — no matter how well the other party controlled their emotions, no matter how good the other party's acting skills were.
Since Old Ha and Husky didn't lie, what went wrong?
Nero stretched hard and shrugged her neck, "What went wrong that made you all taste the same … It's really interesting!"
So, what Nero really felt strange was that Yamato had swallowed Mr. Pulin's soul. Yamato also directly cut open Joe's body and took out Joe's soul. Yamato also directly penetrated Old Ha's body and touched his soul. The smell of Old Ha, Husky, and Joe's souls were actually the same.
In short — the same soul, three different individuals. Old Ha and Husky had similar abilities … like the ability of Hades. As for Joe, he was just a five-year-old kid who didn't know anything.
If there was anything special about Joe, it was probably that he could sense the arrival of the Grim Reaper. At most, his perception was more sensitive.
"Half a year ago?"
Nero suddenly remembered Joe's words about the Family Bucket. She seemed to have an idea — she bit her lips and then made a vomiting gesture … A black and gray lump was directly spat out from her mouth.
The ball that she spat out had a small tail, a pair of small hands, and her own face, at least it looked very young. Simply put, it was like a ghost.
Nero patted the head of the lump with satisfaction, and then pointed in the direction where Mr. Pulin left … The lump immediately chased after him.
Then, she planned to go to the local police station — but before going to the police station, Nero planned to buy breakfast in the town.
Black Soul Envoys actually didn't need food … but she still kept this habit.
Just like how Taisetsu would be happy to do housework, and like how the boss would work and rest according to a normal person's schedule — they all kept some of their old habits.
Of course, the reason why she didn't choose to return to the manor for breakfast was because she would definitely be the last to return!
I don't want to wash the dishes!
Blah, blah, blah, blah!
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