"When you are a stranger." The canary repeated the butler's words, she bit her black nails lightly, disdain and sneer appeared on her delicate face, the canary raised her head arrogantly, and her long black silk hair fluttered in the wind: "How can you be qualified to pass by me." ”

Inferior people are not even qualified to be food.

Without waiting for the old butler to react, she raised her head happily, picked up the torn hem of her skirt with her left hand, and waved it vigorously in the direction of the castle with her right hand, and her long skirt was blown by the wind, like a skeletal flag fluttering on a pirate ship, cracking open its mouth without flesh and blood, and laughing arrogantly in the waves.

Like a happy lark, she jumped up the ancient steps, her skirt shadowed by burning bones and a giant black wolf awakening with a sneezing, and a petite bony fox trampling on a snaking vine.

The canary hummed a strange little song in his mouth.

"La-la."

"Today's bird is out of the cage."

"Tomorrow's bird is locked up again."

"The day after tomorrow, the bird's wings have been broken."

"Poor little bird, on the fourth day, it was eaten."

The canary's tattered dress swept up the stairs, wacky nursery rhymes echoed in the deserted castle, and the dark creatures hiding in the cracks retracted their heads to make way for the master's new favorite.

In the darkness, the nine-headed salamander spits out its tongue and eats the black rat, spitting out the bones and rolling remains, and the undigested mouse groans and spits out a gray fireball from its mouth.

The black human-faced spider with eight claws in the back raised its sharp scythe, like a gentleman in the Middle Ages, enjoying its lunch little by little, and the refreshing salamander made the human-faced spider shiver happily and turned to ashes in the fire.

"Master."

The canary jumped and swirled merrily, her pale face and rosy lips dazzling in the darkness.

"My beautiful master."

The canary laughed madly and threw herself into her master's arms, her gasping violently as if she were still alive, and her little red tongue sticking out and wrapping around the beauty's slender and powerful fingers.

She mumbled and lifted her little face: "I'm hungry." ”

Howard pinched the canary's chin, exposing her delicate face to the sun, and her milky cheeks were even more beautiful, not corroded by the sunlight that symbolized light, nor did it make a terrible sizzling sound and turned into charred bones.

He didn't understand.

Why is this canary, who was locked in the blood prison by a madman, still able to walk calmly under the scorching sun after being away from the sun and escaping into the darkness, and can happily taste the taste of blood.

Why didn't she, like herself, have nothing to hide from the sun, but to be burned with the filth in her body, and become a slave bound by darkness.

Filthy and disgusting flesh, but she was able to swallow and suck unscrupulously, as if her hands were not minced flesh and bone fragments but the elixir of the gods' banquet, and her face of enjoyment and obsession made him slightly flutter.

"I'm hungry."

The canary's inky pupils turned a light glass-like red under Howard's gaze, and she screamed angrily and hungrily, making a piercing voice, "I'm hungry." ”