Two classically heavy doors open quietly from the inside out. The sentinels silently retreated to the sides, making way for the Reaper to make way for them. After a slight bow, the Grim Reaper took the lead and walked in. Wu Liao followed the pace of death, and the mechanical dog hung his head and silently followed behind Wu Liao. Suddenly, several people in the back were stopped.

"Mr. Death, the sheriff wants to talk to you and your new friends alone, your other friends, we'll say hello. Don't worry. Please come with me," said the leader of the sentinels, bowing slightly.

His brothers looked at the Grim Reaper suspiciously, and after the Grim Reaper's signal, they let down their vigilance and silently watched the Grim Reaper enter the villa.

A large wool rug stretches from the foyer to the end of the living room, elegant candelabra chandeliers hang high from the roof of the second floor and hang over the empty lobby, elaborate mahogany sofas sit in the lobby, and several crystal clear glass glasses sit on the table, next to an unfinished bottle of red wine. The fine patterns were embroidered on the blue-blue velvet curtains, which were ajar and let in a few faint rays of light. The antique paintings hanging on the walls and the furnishings of the entire living room speak to a point.

Wu Liao quietly looked sideways and whispered to the Grim Reaper: "Grim Reaper, do you still know such a rich person?" ”

The Grim Reaper was also a little confused: "I don't have an impression, I'm busy looking for revenge for robots every day, how can I have kung fu to socialize." ”

"Brother Death~" A crisp and sweet female voice came from the other side of the spiral staircase, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps, and after a while, a girl wrapped in a battle suit ran down from the stairs. He was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, his delicate face and his slightly loose combat uniform obviously did not match, his ponytail hung high behind his head, his eyes swept lightly over the faces of the two people, and suddenly his eyes shone and ran straight towards death.

"You're Brother Death, aren't you?" The little girl tilted her head sideways, and the joy that could not be hidden on her face was revealed.

The Grim Reaper was obviously flustered, he had been fighting everywhere all the year round, and he was also getting along with a group of rough old men dancing on the tip of a knife every day, when had he ever seen this kind of posture. A tough Grim Reaper was speechless for a moment, and asked in a stumbling voice, "Uh...... Who are you? ”

The girl snorted and laughed, and circled around Death briskly, before reaching out and patting Death's strong shoulder. nodded: "Sure enough, it's the same as Dad said, Brother Death, don't you know, Dad often mentions you, saying that the first time I saw you, it was only so little." The girl was still half-squatting and stretched out her hand to gestify.

Death looked confused, he did stay in the Ryulin bunker for a while, but it was two or three years ago, he didn't remember that there was such an old person here before he could react, the girl took his hand, and walked forward on her own, and a touch of crimson floated on Death's face. The girl looked back as she walked and said, "Hurry up Brother Death, yes, who else is there, take your dog, Dad wants to talk to you." ”

The door to the study was open, and all four walls were covered with dark brown bookcases, except for the floor-to-ceiling windows and the white space of the doorway. An old man with a slightly slumped figure sat at his desk, casually flipping through a few yellowed pieces of old photographic paper, muttering something in his mouth.

"Yu Dong, is that you" The old man's chapped lips moved, and the sound came out was dry and harsh, like opening a rotten wooden door and squeaking on the ground.

The Grim Reaper's body trembled uncontrollably, and his face turned pale. He hadn't used the name since Chinese New Year's Eve, and the only person who knew it was the unknown uncle who saved him nineteen years ago. A memory exploded in his heart with a bang.

Two white third-generation household nanny robots, the original silver eyes instantly turned into scarlet dazzling light. A pair of torn pale blue aprons smashed through the thin doors of the kitchen and living room, and rushed around the room with a sharp wail, like a demon that had just crawled out of hell. The six-year-old Grim Reaper stood in front of them in a daze, already panicked and unable to dodge, forgetting even to cry and shout.

"Dongdong! Run! Get out of the way! His mother, like mad, rushed down from the upper floors and threw herself on the Grim Reaper. Feeling his mother, he finally cried out, only to feel that his body was suddenly vacated and thrown out. He fell to the ground, desperately slapping the floor, crying heartbreakingly, and watched this usually weak woman, struggling to get up, like an insurmountable mountain, across in front of him, this woman looked back at him gently, her eyes were so resolute, gentle and brave. At that moment, he stopped crying and saw a hole in the middle of the emaciated woman's body, growing larger and larger, until a part of the body spurted blood and smashed in front of him. The pair of thin lips that had kissed him to sleep countless nights opened slightly, and they never said the word of love again.

The man who just pushed open the door and was still shouting to run, the robots were crazy, stupid. His six-year-old son was covered in blood, and his usually gentle and considerate wife was now scattered on the ground as pieces of minced flesh. This man was really stupid, standing in the doorway, his eyes empty and weak, no longer shining, only whining and sobbing. In a few moments, the man's head was deeply sunken by the hard iron arm, and only half of his face remained, his eyeballs exploded, and white brains mixed with bright red shot out of the hollow eye sockets, and he fell on his knees beside his wife's half-broken limbs, lifeless.

All this, plus a blood-stained house, a poor little imp at a loss.

It's not an exaggeration to call it hell.

"Sure enough, it's you, Yu Dong." The old man looked at the trembling Grim Reaper and exhaled slowly. Slightly moved, he held on to the handle of the stool, and stood up with great effort. With a cane, he moved to the Grim Reaper. A large, cracked bark-like hand gently brushed over Death's face.

Wu Liao saw the old man's face clearly at this time. Wearing a black blindfold on his face, and a milky white tube stuck in his throat, attached to a small square around his waist, it was a stereo, and the old man's vocal cords had been torn apart, and he could only make a sound through this small box.