Red wine, the aristocracy often liked to use this blood-colored wine to reflect their nobility. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The info liquid slides down the inner wall of the goblet to the bottom of the glass, and the crisp sound is like a fast-paced percussion. The faint smell of wine diffused through the air, lingering in the shadowed room for a long time.

The man poured himself a glass of red wine and gently rested the dark red bottle on the kitchen table. The words "1993" are printed on the bottles of red wine, and several thick books are stacked on the table against each other, and the bottles stand between them.

This is the finest wine a man can find in this frozen house.

Like an ancient nobleman, he gently brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, as if intoxicated.

"I must admit," he said, gently shaking his goblet as if to himself at this glass of wine, "there is still something in this world that I miss." ”

The lights suddenly came on from the direction of the security door and spilled diagonally on the wooden floor. A woman with glasses on her shoulder and a bag full of ingredients came in the door, and said loudly in a cheerful tone, "Sorry! I'm back late! ”

She didn't seem to notice the man in the shadows, and walked quickly into the kitchen to put down the ingredients. Outside the window, there seemed to be a fierce beast hidden in the clouds, roaring with all its might, and the rain poured down in response to its roar, and thunder and lightning seemed to fall between the waterfalls. The woman's clothes were soaking wet, and the rain dripped down her black hair to the floor.

She didn't seem to notice the man in the shadows, and as she washed her hands, she said, "I haggled for two hours for an umbrella and a set of outdoor cutlery, but it didn't work out." The pharmacy was full of people, and they said it was flu season, but I never remember seeing so many people get sick and blame the damn weather...... It's a bad day today. ”

"Not bad." The man spoke, his voice as steady as a church bell.

The woman was startled and hurriedly turned around. She saw a strange man sitting on the sofa in her house, as if wrapped in some kind of ancient armor, and the pale lightning outside the window illuminated the armor. But his head was perfectly hidden in the blind corner of the light, and only the outline of the helmet worn by the ancient soldiers could be faintly seen.

The woman became frightened, propped herself on the sink with one hand and asked, "You...... Who are you? What to do in my home? What about my husband? ”

The man leaned forward slightly, and she could now make out the man's bearded face and the red wine in his goblet.

"Your name...... Is it Mirina Black? The man asked in a soft, but irresistible command.

"It doesn't matter who you are......" the woman said loudly, trying to resist the urge to go limp, "take whatever you want, and leave me at once!" ”

"Are you Mirina Black?"

The man still asked, ignoring her words.

"Please, where is my husband?" The woman looked up in a panic, "Thomas!?" ”

The man smiled contemptuously. He showed his other hand, and a silver dagger stood on the tip of his dark green gloved finger, which stood face down on his fingertip, like a trickster's acrobatics. Silver lightning slashed down from the window, making the blade as cold as snow.

"Thomas!?" The woman screamed in despair for the last time.

"Whoosh".

The air was cut by the tip of the knife, and the dagger turned into a silver-white lightning bolt that rushed out, even if a professional athlete threw a dagger with all his might, it would not be possible to reach such a speed, not to mention that as a dagger, it was originally uneven, and it was by no means the best hidden weapon you could think of. But the man just flicked his fingers so lightly, the fingertips just moved casually, and the red wine in the other hand was still firmly held in his hand, and the liquid level in the glass did not even swing excessively.

Silently, the dagger was plunged into the woman's heart. She threw herself on the floor of her house, blood quickly soaking through her clothes and mixing with the rain all over her body.

A long-haired woman dressed in tight black with a face that looked like she was wearing an iron hoop walked out ghostly. She walked to the corpse so naturally, as if she had been watching from the sidelines, but there were only two people in the room just now.

The woman in black crouched down, and after confirming the body, she said in a cold voice, "It's not her, Cantor." She's not that person. ”

Cantor chuckled, "To be honest, I already knew when she walked in." But we have to make sure, don't we? ”

He shook the glass of red wine.

"Would you like a drink?"

The woman in black snorted.

"Even if I have a mission, I will never deign to taste anything in this despicable world."

"You've definitely not been here as long as I have, Rabona. It's one of the most sophisticated panaceas you'll ever find in the world. Cantor took another sip of wine and closed his eyes in enjoyment, like a king sitting on everything, "Like I said, there are some things on earth that are worth enjoying. Have fun in time. ”

The brunette woman was silent and did not refute. Outside the window, the rain was still pouring down, and the wind was like a sharp claw slamming on the window, making a "Karakala" sound. The two remained silent until Cantor drained the last drop of red wine from his goblet and put it down satisfied.

He held out his hand.

"Come here, Mother Box."

The dagger popped out of the corpse on the ground and obediently flew back into Cantor's palm. He played with the dagger twice, and silver light flew, and blood splattered in a beautiful arc.

"Take us to the next stop."

"Yes, Cantor." The dagger made a sound like a living creature, and after a pause, added, "For Darkseid." ”

Canto laughed.

"For Darkseid, of course."

There was a roar in the small kitchen, and the bright golden electric light tore open the space, revealing a swirl of popping channels. A dazzling light shone through the window onto the watery road outside, and the two intruders from the apocalypse vanished with the light.

The rain was still falling, and the woman's body was getting colder. The goblet fell from the edge of the table to the floor with a "click", shattering to pieces.

The contents of the woman's purse were also strewn all over the floor, and the black phone case was emblazoned with the words "Mirina Black," which was her name.

It was this name that brought her a killing disaster. And this name will be the key to God's fall! (To be continued.) )