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The canary ran and ran and ran in the endless darkness, she grabbed the creature that suddenly appeared and stuffed it into her mouth, she chewed the soft food, she kept running up the spiral staircase, and the handrail under the darkness made a crisp sound.

"Howard."

The canary, who had pushed open the only wooden door, stood in the light and clutched her chest, her long-haired head unkempt, her black nails slicing through the beautiful wallpaper and the beautiful skirt of the solemn-looking statue as she sprinted through the wide corridor.

"Howard."

The canary screamed and pushed open the final of the twelve doors.

The castle, which had been dormant for tens of thousands of years, came to life again, all the mermaid lamps were lit up, the creatures in the darkness escaped from the huge corrosive holes in the gates, the women in the statues and frames were moving their hands and feet with a sigh of relief, and one of them pouted with his marble dress.

Only the canary in the parchment scroll was still asleep, her purple lips gradually turning bloody, and her pale skin began to turn rosy.

The black wolf that remained in the hall roared, and the panicked hordes of animals crashed out of the gate, and the statues smashed by the debris of the gate pulled out the long whip from their waists, and without saying a word, they used the hard long whip to educate the useless castle guards.

"Howard."

The canary whispered, and she poked her head to look at the room that had suddenly lit up.

Suddenly, a crack opened in the empty room, unadorned, and the large crack facing the door was apparently only allowed to pass through, and the beautiful canary did not hesitate to burrow into the living hole.

Let the bone fox that followed closely pounced.

"Dah."

The world inside the seam is no different from the outside of the seam.

After passing through a wriggling hole, the canary stood in the hall of Cyril Castle with her skirt in her hand, a golden hall with no scalp-numbing statues and portraits, no gates corrupted by magic vines, and no large pits maliciously stepped on by black wolves.

However, it was still empty, like a huge cage.

The canary walked up the staircase, and she lifted the heavy curtain of the black wolf, and saw what was in the center of the hall in place of a huge sheepskin scroll.

A birdcage.

The canary let go of her hand, and she knelt on the ground, and touched the forehead of another creature in the cage with her cold cheek, a small, hot forehead.

The child's exhaled hot breath sprayed on the canary's face, and his thin body with heat and slightly flushed face fascinated the greedy canary even more, and she happily tore open the cage in which the child was imprisoned and took the sleeping child in her arms.

The canary swallowed, and she carefully sniffed the scent of flesh and blood on the child's body, which was probably as delicious as the suckling sheep she had eaten before her death, with a fragrant milk smell in the delicate flesh and skin.

The disturbed child struggled to open his big black and white eyes, and his little hand slapped the canary's cold face, and the handsome little guy showed a surprised expression.

"Runaway canary, you're back."

The canary stopped her movements, she stared at the child's familiar eyebrows, licked her red lips, took the child in her hand upside down, spun it a few times and made a throwing motion, and then threw it down the high staircase with a blank face.