In the series of movies "Death is Coming", there is a very mysterious black coroner, who will "guide" the protagonists with incisive and mysterious words, revealing to them part of the laws of death. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

So, if he wants to solve this death once and for all, Dave must meet with this coroner.

The next morning, Dave reprinted the seating charts on the plane, determined the order of death the way in the movie, and then he had the others, including Maddy and Todd, of course, use other reasons to spy on and protect the men who were at the top of the death order, and he went to find the black coroner.

The search process is also very simple, first determine the home address of Todd (that is, the number one deceased in the movie), then search the nearby hospital, go to the one closest to Todd's house, and then, hack into their system, find their staff list, and find a black man among the five coroners.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Dave was already standing at the door of the black man's house.

It was a very beautiful little villa, with a red roof and white walls, a small courtyard full of flowers and plants, and a swimming fish in the pond, this colorful scenery should have been full of life, but its atmosphere was destroyed by the two demon sculptures placed at the door.

The dull and mottled stone statue had hideous horns and a fierce monkey face, but its crouching body was like that of a dog, and its coiled scorpion tail was entwined with green grass, still angular.

Dave rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened, and a black man in a shirt and fat trouser legs appeared in front of Dave.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly showed a mysterious smile again.

"Welcome, Mr. Lezesky."

"You know I'm coming?" Dave raised an eyebrow, he didn't care why the black coroner knew his name, because the identity of this guy was very mysterious, and some people speculated that this black man might be the Grim Reaper.

"Of course, Mr. Lezesky, our meeting is predestined."

"Nothing is predestined, Abel, I have seen your name on your profile, your name is Abel, right? Don't have a surname? Dave said.

"Yes, you can take it by my name."

"Well, Abel, I have to give you an opinion, this sculpture at your door is not pretty!"

The black man didn't care, he restrained his smile, turned to the side, and said, "Please come in, Mr. Lezesky." ”

Dave walked into the room, the huge room was empty, with only a few pieces of furniture, a sofa, a bed, and a round table, but not even a lamp existed, and since there was only a small window, it was cold in the afternoon.

Dave glanced at it, and didn't think of sitting down, he just stared at the mysterious black man and asked, "Who the hell are you, Abel." ”

"I think you should be very clear, Mr. Lezesky, I wrote it very clearly on the information in the hospital."

"Really? Oh, then, Mr. Abel, now that you know my name, does that mean I'm on its list too? ”

"Everyone in this city is on its list, because, death is always doomed." The black coroner smiled and took a sip of the plastic water glass, he didn't mean to invite Dave to sit down.

"Everyone may die eventually, but they should have the right to choose their own death."

"But it has everything ready for us."

"You mean, it's like saying that everyone's fate is predestined, everything they do is stepping towards death, it's hopeless, isn't it?" No one in this world knows better than Dave what fate is all about, the so-called fate is nothing but the plot, and Dave, who has already changed a lot of plots, knows that the fate of this world is by no means a given.

"Of course, it is the duty of the Grim Reaper to arrange for death."

"Ha, then I can be the Grim Reaper too." Dave sneered, "Like you said, it's true that not everyone has the right to choose their own death, like now, like you. ”

"Even if you kill me, it won't help, I'm not the Grim Reaper." The black man's face had changed, but he remained calm.

"But I can prove to you that death does not determine everyone's death. And ......" Dave pulled out a long knife from the unknown, "many people in this world are stupidly obsessed with keeping secrets, and then let go of their lives in vain." ”

The long knife pointed diagonally at the ground, reflecting the cold light that seeped through the dark room.

The black coroner sighed and said, "I can tell you my secret, but it doesn't make sense, everyone is doomed, and they will definitely die." ”

"Of course, this is true for those ordinary people, if you want to protect them, unless you let the Grim Reaper die before them."

"What do you know? The Grim Reaper is not human, he is formless and insubstantial, and it can even be said that it is just a piece of information, a rule, and no one can kill it, because for the Grim Reaper, there is no death at all. ”

"You know very well, Abel, but, as far as I know, the Grim Reaper in this world does not kill people wantonly, and they do not have such power, but this Grim Reaper can, why is this Grim Reaper like this?" Dave asked curiously.

"Because, death is predestined, because I, have always thought so." The black man's voice became unusually low, and he stared into Dave's eyes and said word by word.

"What do you mean, Abel?" Dave's eyes narrowed, he knew that the point was coming.

"As you might guess, Abel is not my real name, my real name is William Pound, when I was fifteen years old, I almost died in a car accident, but in the end, I survived, and I held the authority of death, I controlled a small town, and at the same time knew the past and future of the town, and I could travel through the river of time as I wanted, and I controlled their deaths."

"I don't have a good design, I just know everything, I play according to the rules, I record their deaths, I guide their souls, and the world has its own great design that determines everyone's fate."

"However, humans are not supposed to have the power of death in their hands."

"One day, in this quiet town, a man with a red cloak and a letter S on his chest, like a god, fell from the sky and rescued a little girl who was certain to die in a car accident."

After listening to William Pound's description, Dave looked confused, is this what the hell messed up with?

"Wait, wait, if I'm not mistaken, did you mention Superman?"

"Yes, I didn't know his title at the time, but that didn't prevent me from knowing how powerful he was, that man was too powerful, too strong to even be called a human, I couldn't see his future, I couldn't see his death, and more importantly, his arrival also disrupted the town's established future, everything was messed up, every moment, I saw a different future, and everyone's death was no longer as clear as before, which made me very afraid, I felt, I can't control the death of these mortals anymore. William Pound's face was pained, as if recalling those stressful days.

"So, you decided to pull everything back on track?"

"Yes, you can't imagine that kind of pain, originally, for me, everything is a given, because there is no deviation in the future, so there is no fear, but suddenly, everything becomes foreign to me, my family, my friends, they can die suddenly, and I have no mental preparation. It was a pressure that only a merciless god could withstand, and I couldn't bear it, so I knew I had to act and re-regulate death. ”

"I can't kill people with my own hands, but I soon discovered that I can influence reality little by little, so that small probabilities can happen with the greatest probability, and they form death traps one after another, dragging those who escaped death back into the abyss. I hunt down those who are lucky enough not to die, and with each kill, the future becomes clearer and more stable, and my power becomes stronger and stronger. ”

"Some people didn't know how to escape my death design, but they couldn't escape death, I chased them and got everything back on track, and at the same time, my precinct grew bigger and bigger, and I soon took over the whole city. And at this moment, my death also came. ”

"Your death?" Dave was puzzled.

"Yes, I'm not a real god after all, I'm just a person who holds the authority of death, and I know in a future that is slowly stabilizing that my death is in the near future, and I'm afraid again, even though I'm in charge of death, I'm still afraid. I vaguely knew that if I died, I would be wiped out of consciousness and become a real Grim Reaper, but I didn't want that, so I escaped the death that I had designed for myself, and at that time, the authority of the Grim Reaper left me, and I could no longer see the future, I could not see death, I fled from my jurisdiction, and fled far, far away......"

"It can't find you?" Dave asked.

"Of course, the part that left me is still acting according to my previous rules, but its power has a range, and he must expand his power little by little, and now, he is coming, and his power is eroding the city little by little. It was I who made it, my two choices that made it, and no one escapes it, including myself! ”

All right!

Dave roughly understood, to put it simply, in fact, this strange Grim Reaper was forced out by Superman?

What kind of bullshit world is this?

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