When Boss Luo was about to show up, Nero suddenly jumped down from the tree with a shopping bag... Luo Qiu stopped in his tracks.
Nero began to walk in the direction of the leaving child, seemingly intending to follow.
After Nero walked out of the small park, he came under the tree and looked around... Then he closed his eyes, and his vision was reconstructed in his mind in a three-dimensional way.
Boss Luo noticed something. He opened his eyes and moved slightly. The next moment, the person appeared on the top of a slightly taller building in the town.
On a sign protruding from the eaves of the top floor of the building, a hooked balloon is swinging in the wind... The balloon is obviously much smaller than its original size. It seems that it has been hooked here.
some time.
Maybe it was yesterday, maybe it was the day before yesterday.
The thin thread wrapped around the pole of the sign began to unravel automatically, and the free balloon finally fell into Boss Luo's hands - he disassembled the small piece of paper tied to the end of the thin thread, opened it and read it
One glance.
"i-don't-want-to-die."
The sea breeze blew, and suddenly, they blew this small piece of paper away from Luo Qiu's hand... and walked away.
…
Mr. Smith is the chef and owner of a restaurant in a small town. He has a beautiful wife and a five-year-old child, Joe.
The restaurant's business has always been good, and although he is busy at work, Mr. Smith's life seems to be fulfilling and happy - because this family will welcome a new baby within this year.
Because Mr. Smith's wife, Debra, is eight months pregnant and is about to deliver the meal... Whether they are neighbors or regular customers who often come to the restaurant, they are all sincerely happy for this upcoming little life.
After the New Year, Mr. Smith's mother also temporarily came here from her hometown to take care of Debra, who was pregnant for the second time... This really made Mr. Smith feel a lot more relaxed.
Outside the restaurant, today's menu is written on a small blackboard, and an old customer is looking at the menu and thinking about it.
At this moment, a five-year-old boy came over with his head lowered.
"Hey, Joe, are you okay?" The customer stopped the little boy who had his head lowered and was about to walk into the restaurant.
The little boy just nodded - but there was obviously no smile on his face... Children's unhappy emotions are too easy for adults to grasp.
The customer seemed to know something when he saw the dirt on Joe's body, so he took out a tissue and wiped Joe's slightly soiled cheeks and clothes, "Joe, have you been bullied?"
Little boy... joe still shook his head.
"But I see you are very unhappy, Joe." The customer put his hands on Joe's shoulders, "Kid, if you don't plan to say it, you may become a dishonest child, and you will be punished.
Your nose will get really long and hit the ceiling, so you'll be in pain, and you'll even end up looking like Pinocchio."
Joe was silent for a long time, and suddenly said something that surprised this old regular customer, "If I turned into Pinocchio, wouldn't I die?"
The old customer was startled, then looked at the child with a strange look, frowned and said: "Joe, do you know what you are going to say?"
Joe nodded, "Pinocchio didn't die. He didn't die in the end in the story."
The old customer thought for a while and said, "Son, why do you feel like you are going to die?"
Joe looked frightened and said: "Because I saw Mr. Death, and my grandma said that Death will take away life... and will take me away."
The old customer opened his mouth, thought for a while, and then took Joe directly into the restaurant. The clerk naturally recognized Joe, the boss's son, and immediately called him to the counter to take care of him.
However, the old customer found Mr. Smith who was busy in the kitchen and told him about Joe.
Mr. Smith, who had gained a lot of weight recently, listened patiently to this old customer's description, and then thought for a moment and said, "Oh, George, thank you very much for telling me about Joe. Please forgive me for being too busy." , maybe if you don’t tell me, I won’t even know about Joe.”
"Maybe he just felt uneasy."
Customer...Old George patted Mr. Smith's shoulder comfortingly at this time, "Maybe because Debra is about to give birth to a baby, you all ignore Joe's feelings. Smith, children at this age are very sensitive and fragile."
"I will have a good talk with Joe when the lunch market is over," Mr. Smith promised.
"I know you will be a good father." Old George smiled, "Then let's have a signature roast duck breast set meal for lunch today. I'm really hungry."
"As you wish, sir." Mr. Smith put on his chef's hat again and walked into the kitchen.
…
There were not many customers at noon today, and Mr. Smith soon became leisurely. He came to Joe and brought a mushroom soup made by himself.
He looked at Joe's still slightly dirty clothes, patted them carefully a few times, and suddenly said: "Joe, is there anything you want to tell me?"
Joe drank the mushroom soup silently, sipping his lips from time to time.
Mr. Smith suddenly felt guilty when he looked at it. Perhaps he had ignored the child's feelings during this period... The family was busy and happy that his wife was about to give birth, and gradually they didn't pay so much attention to Joe's affairs.
So Mr. Smith picked up Joe and put it on his lap. He stretched out his hand to wipe away the soup stains from the corners of Joe's mouth, and said with a smile: "Joe, when the summer vacation comes, I will go to sea with you, just like We did that last year."
During the summer vacation, my wife Debra also successfully gave birth to her second child, and I will have some free time... I can really spend more time with my eldest son.
"Really?" Joe's mood seemed to be a little higher.
Mr. Smith stretched out his palm, and Joe also stretched out his palm, clapped his palms one big and one small, clenched them into fists, and then beat each other.
Mr. Smith smiled and said: "It's agreed. I have never violated our agreement. You should know that, Joe."
joe nodded.
Mr. Smith rubbed Joe's head and said, "Then you have to promise me that you will forget the story your grandma told you. Believe me, this is just an old story your grandma used to scare disobedient children. It is not true.
.There has never been any Mr. Death in this world."
Joe said: "But I saw it."
"You are just dreaming." Mr. Smith couldn't help but smile: "Listen to me, your grandma is a naughty person. I was scared like this when I was a child, but I later learned that it was all a lie."
Joe thought for a while and said: "Smith, did you see Mr. Death when you were a child?"
Mr. Smith had some experience in parenting. He nodded seriously and said, "I have seen it before, but I know it was just a dream. When I grew up, I never saw it again. Of course, if Joe becomes obedient,
Some of them will never be seen again."
Joe nodded doubtfully.
Mr. Smith put him down from his lap and said casually: "Would you like another grilled chicken meatball?"
Joe thought for a while, but finally couldn't resist the problem of his stomach and nodded.
At this time, the door of the restaurant was pushed open by someone, and a young girl with an oriental face who dyed her hair white walked in.
Her smile is very special, making people feel like she is a little monster that secretly reveals its tail and likes to play tricks on Halloween.
…
Why do you use dyeing... Because Mr. Smith feels that few young people in the world have such white hair - if it is albinism, at least the other body hair should also be white.
Of course, this is not something unusual - if you are looking for individuality, there are many students with great individuality in the academy not far away.
What he was really curious about was just the faces of Asians - there weren't many Asians here, and Mr. Smith basically had an impression of them, but the person in front of him looked very strange.
Is it a new student who just arrived?
With such doubts in his heart, Mr. Smith walked out of the counter and came to the beautiful girl with short white hair. "Can I help you?"
The girl with short white hair... Nero looked around and naturally saw the little boy from the park who was sitting on the children's chair and sticking his head out from the counter - Joe.
Joe saw Nero's gaze at this moment and immediately retracted his head.
"Is there anything left to eat? I haven't had lunch yet." Nero picked up the shopping bag he was carrying, "I am a poor man who is being exploited by his unscrupulous boss!"
"Oh!" Mr. Smith found it interesting, so he smiled and said, "Then I recommend you to try our celebrity package today, it will help you regain your strength."
"Then let's start with...four portions." Nero narrowed his eyes and smiled, and before Mr. Smith asked in surprise, he said boldly: "I can finish it, don't worry."
"Then...please wait a moment." Mr. Smith nodded, and then asked the waiter who was cleaning up the table after old George left after lunch to come over and greet this strange girl.
She sat down on a table facing the counter, and saw Joe at the counter quietly poking his head out again... This time Nero didn't look at him, he just stared at himself.
Looking out the window.
Joe became bolder, and his neck gradually stretched out. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Nero suddenly turned his head.
I saw that Nero's neck suddenly stretched extremely long at this time, like a legendary long-necked monster... Her neck quickly circled several times in mid-air, and finally brought her head in front of Joe... She even
It turned into a green-faced, fanged grin.
Joe couldn't help being frightened and fell down from the children's chair. At the same time, he knocked over the unfinished mushroom soup and spilled it all over himself.
Joe covered his mouth with frightened hands, as if he was frightened and couldn't speak... The waiter who was working heard the noise, came over quickly, and hugged Joe.
But Joe just pointed... at the newly arrived customer sitting by the window - the waiter looked over doubtfully, and all he could see was Nero, who was eating a pre-dinner salad, and there was nothing.
special place.
The waiter shook his head and had to put down Joe, who was a little weird today, and then took off his coat. He planned to go to the bathroom to wash himself off before saying, "Sit here, kid, and don't go away, you know? I'll be right back."
Joe grabbed the waiter's arm tightly, as if he was about to cry.
"Let me look after this child for you." Nero suddenly looked over and said with a very charming smile: "I quite like children."
The waiter hesitated for a moment...but suddenly felt as if there was a voice in his head urging him to agree - he nodded dully, and then became silent.
Silently, he picked up Joe and came to Nero's side. Then he ignored Joe's reaction and sat him down next to Nero. Then he expressionlessly left with his swollen clothes.
Joe was horrified to find that his hands and feet were tied to the chair by black shadows, making him unable to move at all.
Nero across the table suddenly picked up a fork and a knife and started rubbing them in front of Joe, making the wrong sound of "ooh, ooh, ooh".
"Oops, I haven't eaten the meat of a child for a long time. I'm so hungry." Nero's mouth suddenly split open... it reached the edge of his earlobe, revealing his blood-red gums and sharp, jagged teeth.
the teeth of.
"Are you...are you Mr. Death?" Joe suddenly asked with a hint of crying.
Nero, who was sharpening his knife, heard this, blinked his eyes, and then knocked the table with the handle of his knife in dissatisfaction: "Witch! I am the witch who eats children! Haven't you idiot, never heard of [Candy House]?
story?"
joe shook his head.
"It's boring." Nero suddenly yawned, threw the knife and fork on the table casually, waved his hands with a look of disgust, "Let's go, let's play by ourselves."
Just like that, the black shadows imprisoning Joe's hands and feet suddenly disappeared.
Perhaps, you can never imagine the thinking of a five-year-old child - at this time, Joe seemed to be no longer afraid. He jumped off the chair, ran around the table to Nero, and raised his head curiously.
He looked at it carefully.
"What are you looking at? I really ate you!" Nero opened his mouth again.
Joe blinked.
Nero sneered, his mouth suddenly turned into a hole, and he swallowed Joe whole...but after swallowing, he spit it out immediately.
"Did you see it, just like this, eating you?" Nero said while picking his ears.
At this moment, Joe suddenly reached out and tugged at Nero's clothes, "Are you really not Mr. Death?"
"No!" Nero lowered his face and stared at the little boy, "I am Sister Death...call me Sister!"
Hmm... who is Mr. Death? Is there something wrong with this kid's head?
