A faint moonlight shines into the dark hut, and a gorgeous butterfly flies out of the moonlight, its enchanting wings shine with blazing light, the pattern on the left wing of the butterfly is a beauty, and the right wing suddenly shows a strange and bizarre skeleton, and the flapping wings alternately reproduce with joy and fear.

In the hut, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at the electronic wall clock on the wall without blinking, and the time of the electronic clock was clearly reflected in the dark and empty pupils: June 17, 2017, a quarter of an hour until 4 o'clock in the morning, the owner of those eyes still could not sleep.

The sound of breathing in the room was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the heart beating was like thunder. The butterfly landed silently on its master's body, constantly fanning its right wing.

The overhead light suddenly turned on, and lying sideways on the bed was a short-haired woman, thick tiredness growing like weeds on her face, her delicate features contrasting sharply with the gray-blue prison uniform. Obviously, the sudden light didn't send a ripple in her pupils until she saw a late-night visitor in this solid cell.

It was a tall and thin young man, dressed in a delicately cut and fashionable white trench coat, wearing a pair of pure white gloves, and his handsome facial features were like sculptures, reflecting a heroic light in the blazing light.

"Who are you?" the female prisoner sat up from her bed.

The man in the trench coat smiled and pulled out a male from his pocket, which was a grim reaper with a giant scythe, a pair of horns on his head, and a hideous and terrifying face. The man held him up in front of him, smiled and asked, "Do you think I look like him?"

"No!" said the woman truthfully. She had to admit in her heart that this mysterious man was too handsome, especially his smile, which was warm enough to melt ice. Even though the way he appeared was so bizarre, it didn't give people the slightest fright, and she felt that everything in front of her was either a dream or a hallucination caused by her insomnia for too long. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, and the bloodshot in her eyes turned even redder.

When she opened her eyes again, the man in the trench coat was still standing in front of her, not disappearing, and more clearly. He asked gently, "Can you show me that mole in your palm?"

The female prisoner hesitated a little, but still opened her hand, and a bright red cinnabar mole appeared in the palm of her palm, but this cinnabar mole turned smaller and darker little by little...... When he looked closely, it turned out to be completely different from the cinnabar mole he was thinking about, it was just an ordinary black mole.

Zhou Yueran, born in Ben Cheng, was imprisoned for manslaughter in 2014 and just turned 36 this year...... But unfortunately, your life has come to an end. Speaking of this, the man casually threw the Grim Reaper doll in his hand to the corner of the cell, "It's a fake, I'm real." Don't be afraid, my name is Li Bai, and I will accompany you to the end of the next road. ”

Zhou Yueran, a female prisoner, believed Li Bai's words, because she had received a critical illness notice a year ago, and she had never told anyone. In the past few days, she always felt that her heart would stop beating at any time, and an inexplicable fear was rushing through her body like a river, and she did not dare to close her eyes all night long. Thinking of this, Zhou Yueran couldn't help but look at the man in front of her, thinking that if this person was not the god of death, who would be an ordinary person who would be able to penetrate the wall? The god of death in the corner of the wall, the giant scythe was shining with cold light, and in her eyes, it seemed to be used to harvest her head.

"Mr. Li Bai, is it true that if I close my eyes, I will never open them again?"

Li Bai raised his wrist, the moment the expensive watch revealed the cuffs, the Paris clough pattern on the outer ring reflected a faint light, and the Karajo cross logo on the head showed an elegant and restrained aristocratic temperament. He took a closer look at the lap of time flowing on his wrist and said, "Yes, you only have the last thirty-four hours left. ”

The female prisoner was silent.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? I can help you fulfill them. Li Bai asked.

"Really?" Zhou Yueran felt a little incredible.

"Of course, it is my duty, and given the kindness and kindness of your life, I can grant you a wish before you go to heaven. When he said these words, Li Bai was observing the woman's eyes, those eyes that were once bright and clear, had long been ruthlessly corroded by life and fate.