The alley is now clean, let alone corpses, and there is not even a trace of blood left, but the smell of street sewers, which wafts along with the evening breeze, adds some breath of life."
It's not the death knell meow you know, it's a long story, but we're in a hurry now."
The cat wagged its tail and lay on Deathbell's shoulder in a hand-holding position, urging the boy in glasses, "Where's your book?"
Take it and use it, open the door and send us to record the meow of the gods. ”Needless to say, what kind of book it is, the book that can be mentioned by the Sandman, the big boy knows that it will only be that one.As one of the old acquaintances of the Sandman, Hunter didn't even need to ask the reason, he lifted his round-rimmed glasses: "The book is in the bed of my bedroom, and he leads the way in front, walking towards the street, there are not even any decent street lamps on the street, and in the dim environment, the footsteps of several people are constantly echoing, giving people a feeling of chills in their backs."
As he walked along the road, his eyes would not be idle, and the wizard carefully looked at the death knell as a cat's climbing frame, and indeed found something extraordinary.For example, death kept holding his arm when he was walking, as if it was very intimate, which was simply terrifying.Ordinary people are touched by death, and the result is to hang up directly, let alone look at it now, but death depends on such a person.It's weird, I've only been retired for half a year, what has happened in the wizarding world in the past six months?
It's also magical."
You seem to be interested in me?"
Su Ming smiled and handed the boy a cigarette and asked him to take a puff to dispel the chill before dawn: "I am from the origin earth, and I am a person from a parallel world to you. ”"I see, so you're the caster?"
The boy nodded, and he took the cigarette, but did not light it.Don't look at his age, 17 years old, but three of the four guides he entered the wizarding world were old smokers, so he naturally would, but maybe he still had some concerns in his heart.It is right not to eat what strangers give, and not to covet cigarettes and alcohol from strangers.As for things like parallel worlds, it's not unusual for magicians to know about it for a long time.Many things are secret to ordinary people, but not to those who already hold the secret."
I'm not a spell caster, but everyone in the Tao calls me the Supreme Mage."
Su Mingming took out his fist as big as a casserole, which was not that big originally, and he let the strangulation help increase it a little: "I am very good at energy attack methods, especially kinetic energy. ”"You're so humorous, it's a nice day."
The English boy was obviously unprepared for such a bad joke, and he really shivered at the darkest time before dawn.But knowing this is enough for him, regardless of whether the Supreme Mage is a spellcaster or not, now the Sandman and Death are with him, obviously a great character, just get along with yourself."
yes, the weather is good, and the weather should be better tomorrow."
Su Ming skillfully chatted with British etiquette, that is, talking about the weather.In this way, everyone talked about the topic of lack of nutrition, and soon returned to Hunter's house.His home is behind an old factory, which may have been the residence of the workers' families, and the broken brick building must be a hundred years old, and the door is so mottled that the original color of the bricks cannot be seen.A very ordinary small second floor, plus a half floor of an attic, and a basement, narrow and shabby.Weeds had grown between the bricks and tiles on the roof, and the chimney was still emitting faint white smoke.But this was where Hunter was home, and when he walked up the three stairs in front of the door, he twisted the doorknob and walked into the first floor, smiling and inviting everyone in.Carrying the cat, holding the woman's death knell and squeezing into the narrow entrance, looking at the environment in the room.The first floor is the living room and a kitchen, the total area is about fifteen square meters, the floor is covered with a dirty carpet, I don't know how long it hasn't been washed, there is a strange smell in the room, it seems that some cheese is moldy, or it may be the sewer smell.There was a couch in the center of the living room, and a stout man sat on it, facing a big-ass television set, in which it didn't matter what was playing, because he was asleep, leaning his head back and snoring like thunder.He looked very sloppy, like a long-distance truck driver who had been running for a month in a row, and he was missing an arm, and his shriveled right arm sleeve was rolled up and tucked under his armpit, which also made him look a little pitiful.The sound of opening the door and talking woke him up, and the man opened his eyes and glanced at the door, then turned his face numbly, picked up the remote control and casually adjusted the table, so that the light in the living room kept changing."
Where have you been?""
Going out for a walk, Dad, these are my friends, and I have something to talk to them about."
Patting the dew on his shoulders, Hunter motioned with his eyes for everyone to go upstairs, his bedroom was the second floor of the small building, this kind of humble tube building is like this, my father used to sleep on the sofa on the first floor.The disabled man did not respond, as if he felt that he had fulfilled his father's duty by asking where his son had gone in the middle of the night.But Hunter was used to it, and after his mother's death, his father was addicted to alcohol, and he seemed to be numb to everything, and he was always half-dead.When I was at home, I would never speak more than five words a day to my father, because I could only communicate with him when he wanted to.More time, he seems to only live in the world of TV dramas and variety shows.Su Ming didn't bother to take care of other people's housework, he carried the cat up the narrow wooden staircase, and the squeaky movement of the floor made him suspect that the second floor might collapse at any time.But after Hunter sat down on his bed, he was quite stable, and the wizard on the side lay on the ground and took out some dirty clothes from the bed, and then stinky socks, the environment was similar to Bug's bedroom, but this guy was obviously more mature, he didn't have a game console or a computer in his bedroom, only some lace magazines that he didn't know where to pick up.Those magazines have been turned to the edges, which shows that they are not used less, and they are really young people.
After a long time, after pulling out a pile of garbage from under the bed, he finally found the magic book, which was a large book with a brown and black cover, like a book wrapped in soft tree bark, about the size of a laptop.It's just that from a quantum perspective, this gray book is exuding strong energy fluctuations at this time, just like the Saint Seiya in the cartoon igniting the small universe.It really is a living thing that is self-aware.
(End of chapter)