"Jingle ......"

The sound of the small bell swaying gently gradually awakened the sleeping consciousness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I moved my eyes.

"Squeak-" There was a sound in the darkness like a large iron door being slowly opened.

Heavy fatigue invaded my brain, I opened my eyes in a daze, blurry in front of my eyes, as if some crystal snow flakes were falling on my body, my body was fluttering, with a bit of weird sense of dissociation.

Over here......

I frowned suspiciously, chaotic brain, I squinted my eyes slightly, my gaze slowly focused, and gradually saw everything in front of me......

I stood on the red stone brick sidewalk beside the road, leaning slightly sideways towards the large iron gate that was slowly closing on the right hand side. Raising my head slightly, my gaze brushed over the cold bars of the iron gate, over the beige pillars beside the iron gate, along the white wide road, past the neon-lit fountain, and a magnificent and luxurious building stood in the beautifully manicured garden.

The brightly lit villa, slightly open with a large dark brown wooden door on the first floor, a red carpet spread from the fountain into the gate, a high-end car stopped in front of the gate without hurry, a white man in a gentleman's suit, with white gloves, and shiny hair, walked to the door with a pout, bent down slightly and respectfully opened the door, a woman in a gorgeous costume got out of the car with her back to me, pulled up her mink jacket, and gracefully walked into the big villa illuminated by the spotlight.

What's the situation......

I was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to see the situation inside the big villa.

"Squeak-" A black luxury car suddenly stopped on the right-hand side, and the bright lights stinged his eyes.

I subconsciously raised my hand slightly in front of my eyebrows.

But the headlights pierced my eyes through my translucent palms, shaking painfully.

My hand?!

I looked down in disbelief at my almost translucent hands, the sky was full of crystal snowflakes, the dim light of the streetlamp enveloped my body, and beyond the blurred fingertips, I found that my feet seemed to float on the pavement with red tiles.

No, Shadow......

My heart chilled, and I looked up at the street light bulbs surrounded by a few moths.

The light bulb flickered.

The light pierced through my translucent body, illuminating the stone bricks beneath my feet without shadow.

A wave of dread hit me, and I turned around in a daze.

"Squeak......" The sound of metal grinding sounded in my ears, and I raised my eyes to see the dark iron door slowly open a few steps away, and a golden-haired waiter in a crisp black suit walked out. He stopped on the brick-red pavement, looked around with his chin held high, each strand of hair fastened to his head with hairspray, evenly applied, and slightly reflected the light of the streetlamp.

"Hey!"

I was anxious to make sure and walked briskly towards him, my weightless body moving like a gust of wind, piercing the blonde waiter in an instant.

I paused, stopped a few steps on the other side of the male waiter, staring blankly at the endless winding road ahead, a wave of fear wrapped in suffocation and uneasiness wrapped around the beating atrium.

I......

He's dead?!

Behind me, the engine mingled with the sound of tires crashing over the ground, the lights pierced through my transparent floating body, turned around, and the car drove into the mansion, and the surroundings instantly dimmed.

Wrong......

I shook my head violently, a dull pain of resistance deep in my head.

How did I die?!

There was a pain in my forehead, and I frowned and gritted my teeth.

Heavenly punishment, cemetery, mass grave......

My last image is stuck on the moment when I hit my head on a rock......

Next......

"Alright, stinky little ghost! This is not the place for you, get out of here! Behind me, the male waiter's scolding interrupted my thoughts.

"Mr. Smith's butler gave me three cents and told me to give this letter to Mr. Smith."

Behind him, the voice of a slightly immature boy sounded.

Focus, concentrate......

I silently thought, shook my head, closed my eyes and relived what I had experienced before I fell unconscious.

I remember rolling down the hillside of a mass grave......

Hit a large wooden stake and threw his body out......

And then......

"It's up to you?!" The male waiter raised his voice mockingly, "Stinky boy, which **** bastard are you on the street, and you don't look in the mirror, even Mr. Smith's dog eats better than you!" ”

"You!"

"Get out of here, little bastard!"

His uncle's!

Holding my breath, I gritted my teeth and turned around, and when I looked up, I saw the blonde waiter standing in front of the darkiron gate, grabbing a little boy's arm and pushing him, and the little boy stumbled against the cold railing, his leg cut by the branches of the low trees sticking out from under the railing.

The little boy was about thirteen years old, his body was a little thin, he stood still against the cold railing, pulled at his old coat stained with some mud, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were slightly stained with snowflakes, and he looked up at the male waiter, but there was no fear in his eyes.

The boy's eyes stunned me.

A strong sense of familiarity came over me, I squinted my eyes slightly, the depths of my memory were surging, the vast white mist, I wanted to grasp some fragments, but it seemed to pass in the palm of my hand.

The boy held a white letter in his right hand and looked up at the tall messenger in front of him.

"Butler Tom said that this letterhead is very important, tonight is Thanksgiving, and the mansion has no manpower to prepare for Thanksgiving, so he happened to see me sitting on the corner of the street shining shoes, so he did business with me."

Snowflakes fell on his slightly frozen cheeks, and his slightly immature voice spoke in a coherent and clear voice, neither humble nor arrogant.

Got a business?

The male waiter tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled mockingly.

"Hmph, a little shoe-shiner bastard deserves to be here, too? You don't even ask where this is? Governor's Mansion! Do you know how many high-profile people are attending the Thanksgiving party tonight?! Get out of here! lest the governor see me and say that I am lazy and lazy! ”

The blonde waiter said impatiently, raising his hand to snatch the little boy away.

"Tell me first, can you help me deliver the letterhead to Mr. Smith?" The boy took a swift step back, dodging the waiter's hand that was about to grab him.

The blonde waiter crouched down with his back to me and toward the little boy.

"Little bastard, I warn you finally, this is not the place for you to mess around." The waiter lowered his voice dangerously, "Don't play those tricks with me, I tell you, inferior things don't deserve to enter the governor's banquet hall at all!" ”

"You!" The little boy glared at the waiter in exasperation.

The waiter grabbed the boy's coat and caught a glimpse of the black shoe polish on the back of the boy's hand.

"Yo, it looks like you're such an inferior child, get out of here and wait at your shoeshine stand!"

"Let go!" The little boy struggled.

The waiter grabbed the boy by the arm with his other hand and was about to lift him up and throw him down the road.

I leaned forward and moved to their side, subconsciously trying to stop them.

"Wait a minute!"

The little girl's voice came from behind the dark iron door.

I was stunned, turned my head, and saw a little girl in a white velvet coat poking her head out slightly from behind the slowly opening dark iron door, she was about eight or nine years old, her small body stood under the interweaving of the snow and the street lamp, her brown hair tied with a white headband, she took a few steps forward, and looked at the blonde waitress and the little boy he was holding.

He ...... What's the matter? The little girl looked curiously at the little boy who was slightly lifted by the waiter.

The little boy was waving his arms in dissatisfaction, and he was being grabbed by the man's coat and arms, and he was lifted up alive, his feet off the ground, and he glared angrily and waved his limbs, but he could not stop the man's movements.

The little girl smiled and stepped on the brick-red sidewalk in front of the gate.

"This little miscellaneous...... No, Mr. Nick said he had a piece of paper for Mr. Smith. The blonde waiter couldn't help but glance at the little boy.

"I saw Uncle Smith just now, it's inside, let him in." The little girl looked up at the male waiter.

"No, no, no, this young lady, you don't know, these are just a means for the inferior to cling to high society, and in Mr. Smith's position, there is no need for a little dirty ghost to send something."

"First of all, I have my own judgment." The little girl said in a crisp voice, "Next, let him down." ”

The blonde waiter frowned, torn between two sides.

"Let him down." The little girl repeated calmly.

Biting the corner of his mouth, the blonde waiter glared at the little boy and threw him to the ground slightly roughly, the little boy's center of gravity was unstable, the girl took a step ahead of him and held his arm, but the black shoe polish on the little boy's hand accidentally smeared on the little girl's snow-white fluffy coat.

The little boy was stunned, and his face turned blue instantly.

…… Poor child.

…… This dress doesn't look like ordinary people can afford to lose.

I shook my head.

"You!" The waiter was about to have a seizure.

"Where is the faith?" The little girl interrupted the waiter, her clear eyes looking at the little boy who was a head taller than herself.

The little boy raised the letter in his hand with a pale face, the corners of which had been crumpled.

Pulling the letterhead from his hand, the little girl smiled kindly.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to Uncle Smith."

She doesn't mind?!

The blonde waiter's eyes widened in surprise.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity swelled in my heart, growing stronger and stronger.

I pursed my lips and frowned slightly, a dull ache in my head.

In front of her, the little girl raised the letterhead in her hand and turned around and walked towards the dark iron gate.

"Wait, wait!" The little boy blushed and stopped the little girl.

She paused, turned slightly, and looked at the boy behind her with some confusion.

"You, your clothes...... Yes, I'm sorry! ”

As if she had been reminded by a little boy to notice, the little girl looked down at an unsightly stain of black shoe polish on her coat.

"I ...... I'll pay ......," the little boy bit his lower lip and squeezed out a few words.

You can't afford to lose.

I sighed silently.

"Vera—" Behind him, a voice interrupted the little boy.

I instinctively turned my head and saw a little blonde boy in a suit standing inside the black fence, waving at us.

He knows me?!

I opened my mouth slightly and subconsciously wanted to answer, but my hoarse throat could only emit a faint hollow sound of wind, whistling, like the wind in the mausoleum through the branches and leaves.

Your uncle, I'm really dead?!

“…… Sid is looking for me, sorry, I have to go back. The little girl's clear voice came from beside her, "As for this, it's easy to say." ”

I was breathless, and I turned my head in a daze, and watched as the little girl ripped off her white headband, the brown hair gently spread over her shoulders, and she shook her little head, and the strands of her hair just covered the area that was blackened by shoe polish.

"So that mom won't find out......," the little girl put the headband on her little wrist and looked at the little boy, "Are you from the Smith family?" ”

“…… Uh, no, I'm just a corner shoemaker's kid. The little boy didn't react for a moment.

"Happy Thanksgiving, little shoemaker, my name is Vera, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

My eyes widened and my brain went blank.

The little girl waved her hand, turned and ran towards the darkiron gate.

The little blonde boy who was standing in the fence looked at the little girl who was running towards him, he walked to the street lamp in front of the gate, looked at the little girl suspiciously, opened his mouth slightly, and seemed to ask something.

"Happy Thanksgiving......" beside him, the little boy muttered as he looked at the slowly closing dark iron door.

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“！”

When I opened my eyes in an instant, cold sweat rolled across my forehead, my chest rose and fell slightly, and my heart rate increased a little.

"Sand ......"

The wind gently brushed the dead leaves of the trees, I looked blankly at the white sky, the sharp branches cut through the lifeless white, the light was a little dazzling, I squinted my eyes slightly, raised my hand to cover my forehead, and touched a strip of cloth wrapped around my forehead.

Dream?!

The voices of boys and girls still echoed in my ears, and I shook my head and bent my head to support myself.

My gaze swept over the clammy dead leaves beneath me, and the cold wind in the forest brushed my cheeks, awakening my mixed thoughts a little.

There was a pain in his forehead.

Damn it!

I gritted my teeth and subconsciously touched my forehead, and found that my forehead was swollen, but there was a strip of cloth around my forehead, which stopped the bleeding from the scratch on my forehead.

"Sand ......"

The wind blew through the woods, and I silently raised my head and looked around.

On the right-hand side was a small hillside covered with weeds, and a few meters away a large thick tree stump lay across the hillside, white mist and dead silence, and I looked down a little and saw a stone half-exposed to the ground a few yards away, and a small pool of blood solidified under the stone.

A blurry fragment crossed my mind, the wound on my forehead ached, and I flexed my left knee to catch a glimpse of the gun beside me.

Spotted Dog's Gun ......

I raised my head slightly, and looked coldly at the mass grave next to me, which was quite steep.

It turned out that he wasn't dead, but he passed out......

My gaze rested on the mud-stained boots.

- I rolled down the hillside of the mass grave, hit a stone and passed out, and while I was unconscious, someone helped me to bandage my wounds......

Who is it......

Erin?

No, if it were her, she would have waited for me to wake up, and it was much safer for her to walk in a group than alone.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, enduring the pain and speculated.

Is it Andrew?

But he didn't make sense to throw me here.

Well, provided that if what I think he is is who he really is......

So will it be the Tomb Keeper?

I remembered the figure that appeared in the white mist, raised my hand, and carefully touched the strip of cloth on my forehead.

No, the clothes of the mausoleum keepers are not of this fabric......

A blank head, a dull ache mixed with memories tumbling.

Damn, do good deeds without leaving a name?!

I shook my head, not to guess, and stood up, my shoulder aching, probably bumped into it as I rolled down the hill.

[Little girl, if you are as stupid as you are, you will die in heavenly punishment sooner or later. 】

Andrew's slightly mocking voice echoed in my ears, and I gritted my teeth and leaned over to pick up the vapor-filled gun.

Raise your eyes.

Ahead, there is a vast white mist.

Rows of dwarf tombstones, looming.

I curbed my breath a little, suppressed the chaos of thoughts, and walked towards the eastern cemetery.

Right now.

Heavenly punishment continues......