A dimly lit town, a forgotten land that is no longer visible to the light when it is covered by dark clouds.

No one cared if it was the middle of the night or noon, the darkness was always 24 hours a day.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell of rot and rot, but there were people staggering on the street, their bare skin and faces covered with torn yellow pus, and they couldn't see their facial features at all.

When a long nail with dirt hides dirt scratches it, it can bring down a piece of rotten skin. When the pustules were all over their bodies, they would be with the corpses piled up on the side of the road like a puddle of expired flesh stuck together.

Bai Wanwan stood at the entrance of the alley wearing a small coat, her long blonde hair was soft and fluffy, and unlike those who were dirty like garbage, she was basically clean. The boy's shirt and shorts are covered with a pair of boots.

The gray face can vaguely distinguish the delicate facial features. In this dead town of eternal night, her beautiful pale blue crushed ice jewel-like eyes are like the deepest blue beneath the Arctic glaciers.

The town has been closed for a long time because of an outbreak of a disease that cannot be cured.

She remembers that perhaps half a year ago, her family was quite warm, and her father was also a nobleman who was received by Queen Victoria. When the Grim Reaper comes uninvited, no one cares at all who is a nobleman or a commoner.

The parents soon contracted the disease and died painfully because they were away, and the servants fled. She remembered her most pitiful sister, who was forced to commit herself to darkness and tortured to death by those villains who were afraid to keep her only relative, her only sister.

There was no hatred in her heart, because those enemies had long since died, turned into a puddle of unrecognizable rotten flesh on the street. The entrances and exits of the town are blocked by thorn fences, and from a distance you can see strangely dressed people holding guns and looking into them vigilantly.

They are the ones who have been abandoned, and Bai Wanwan has known this for a long time, and they are not redeemed by their own kind, nor are they favored by the gods. God has always been too indifferent to his followers.

She, how did she survive? She didn't believe in the gods at all, so she wouldn't go to that stupid church to attend any prayers. In fact, it doesn't mean much to her to be alive, maybe because she is naturally resistant, but she has never been shrouded in death.

The Gothic-domed corner tower church is no longer as glorious and holy as it once was, and the relief walls that once reflected light on the colorful glass are now empty like a pitch-black skeleton.

The ruins of the burned walls are covered with crumbling blackened crosses, the weeping statue of the Virgin Mary in the main hall is still frowning like a sigh, and the compassion and sorrow for these victims can even be seen in the gentle eyes carved in stone.

It's just pity. Bai Wanwan glanced at her extremely mockingly, pushing her down like a child venting her emotions, and watched her turn into a pile of mud and stones that were no different from other stones.

No, God, it is not your mercy that your people need, but to save it to the godly darlings of your god, who live in heaven.

This is where she lives now. A young girl's lonely dwelling.

Ungentlemanly guests are always good at coming uninvited, like the Grim Reaper.

The young physician decided to use the dilapidated church as his base for his stay, and no one knew where he came from or his strange attire.

Baroque white shirt with warm pearls on buttons. The trousers were worn on him, and because of the overly long and straight legs, they were lined into cropped pants.

His leather shoes were always shiny and spotless, like a handsome gentleman going in and out of a fine ball.

It was the first time for Bai Wanwan to look at someone so seriously. He always wears a strange mask, like a bird's beak, that covers his entire face. The man's grayish-blue eyes could be faintly seen under the glasses, and he liked to grope with his white-gloved hands on any decomposing corpse.

It's an outsider.

Bai Wanwan was not interested, she looked for food as usual, and then returned to the church wrapped in a thin blanket to sleep in the endless darkness, and then had a nightmare that was not so good.

Maybe when I go to sleep that day, I will never be able to open these beautiful blue eyes again. She thought to herself, laughing at herself.

The strange bird-beaked man was a physician, the only physician in town.

When she was bored, she would sit on the roof and swing her legs, watching him tirelessly rummage through the corpse, like an explorer looking for treasures in a garbage can. His arrival did not bring a glimmer of light or hope to the town, and he even threw the ugly things that could not be identified as pus in their limbs into a large pit and burned them with his own hands.

Bai Wanwan was rarely so happy, she stood in the attic of the church and looked at the sky-high fire, and even couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth.

Burn it out, germs and garbage, along with everyone, and let those who see that his followers are turning to filthy ashes.

The blonde and blue-eyed aristocratic lady who was as delicate as a doll, her harmless face at the moment glowed with a sickly dead air under the reflection of the firelight, and her distorted smile was like a gothic mechanical puppet.

The bird-beaked man beside the fire pit turned around and looked at her from a distance, obviously covered by a mask, but she still saw his gentlemanly and elegant smile, and the sneering hint in his eyes.

As you wish, beautiful young lady.

Burn all that you hate, as you wish.

Bai Wanwan remembered in a trance that the Grim Reaper was not uninvited. Or, to be more precise, as promised.

In fact, his parents died long before the plague spread, and it was the gangsters who robbed their property who broke through the window and cut off their heads. And those cold-blooded minions have long since fled for their lives. The youngest brother was strangled to death in the cradle because he cried loudly. Obviously the crying was so loud, but none of the neighbors who had the lights on came to take a look.

When her sister was dragged out by her skirt, Bai Wanwan stood on tiptoe and looked out the window from the dark room with tears in her eyes, and those who stopped downstairs to stare up, with indifference and even disgusting pleasure on their faces.

They were glad that Elizabeth's family had suffered such a catastrophe, and that the glamorous aristocracy, who did not fit in with the town, was already jealous and disgusted by the rats in the sewers.

They desperately hope in their dark hearts that all beautiful people should be soiled.

Then, she was dragged by the hair into the small room. The blood snaking on the ground, the heads of my parents in the living room with frightened expressions on the ground, and the corpse of my sister hanging by the bed.

Oh God, this is the worst nightmare. At the moment when the knife slashed her innocent cheek, Elizabeth looked at the cold crucifix hanging above the room, and unconsciously shed tears.

No one will come, no gods, no salvation.

She's not dead, and she's not alive.

The girl who provoked death stood in the attic and chuckled, not only the dead, rotten, and reduced to ashes, but she herself was a filthy person.

With a happy smile, she came to the bird's beak man in the cleanest and loveliest dress as if she were going to a magnificent dinner.

The cello is low and the violin is melodious. The music of death she heard in a trance was as beautiful as if it were a fantasy, and she was immersed in the graceful dance. The girl with the hem of her skirt, her blond hair fluttering, danced on the ashes like a butterfly with a severed limb.

She saw her parents sitting on the throne looking at her with a kind smile, and her ears and temples grinding. She saw her brother sitting in the cradle and giggling, as cute as a cute little white ball. She saw her blonde sister, who was as noble as a princess, standing on one side, her bright face full of doting.

They are always proud of the graceful posture of the white silk dancing, and they always love her endlessly.

Blood stained the hem of her snow-white dress, staining it dark. The cute and small red leather dancing heel mercilessly stepped on a cloudy eyeball.

When her eyes were bent, they were a more beautiful color than the haze-obscured sky. The childish chant is more sincere than the chant of the choir.

There is no more wonderful smell than the purulent blood of a decomposing corpse.

The man in the beak mask took off his top hat, and his soft black hair resembled the pitch-black wings of some kind of bird. His gray-blue pupils were always dead and watery. At this moment, he squinted, half mocking and half appreciative at the girl's dance. The lips under the long pointed bird's beak raised in an eerie arc.

He was both a physician and a grim reaper who brought disease. Go to a girl's funny date and create hell on earth.

At the moment when the music stopped, Bai Wanwan jumped down from the burning fire pit with happiness and satisfaction like a bird with folded wings.

There was no expected death, but the whole person felt as if he was wrapped in warm freshness, which was the air that Bai Wanwan had not smelled for a long time. It was as if even the burning pain in my body had been relieved.

Holding the little girl in his arms, he took off the mask on his face with one hand, and the cold face as in his memory still had no expression, but his eyes stared at her with great concentration and pity, like looking at his poor and lovely canary.

"Is it a pity to die like this, miss?"

"I've done what I wanted to do. Mr. ”

"But I haven't." He reached out and stroked the scarred side of her face, smoothing her smooth hair behind her ear, and then picked her up.

In the distance, the sky was bright, and the smoke mixed with the fire pit spread until it engulfed the entire town. It was as if the whole world had been healed, and even the ugly could no longer be seen.

The bird mask was gently clasped on her face, covering Bai Wanwan's confused expression.

"What I want to do is take you away."

Where can the disease still happen, maybe you don't need that poor virus, just a little malice is enough.

The Bird's Beak Grim Reaper will go to the next appointment.