Snow, a sky of snow, covered the mountain, exposing black rock masses in some places. The wind, a fierce wind, blew through this canyon, unusually cold, as if countless sharp blades were hidden in the wind.

A black figure suddenly appeared in the snow-white silence, like a wild ghost wandering the world. His whole body was hidden in a black cloak, his face was covered with ice ballast, and in the wind, a black ring on his middle finger lit up with a black light, and the ring was engraved with a skull.

As he walked, he passed by a mine, and there was a bangbang knocking sound from inside, and he frowned impatiently, standing on the edge of the cliff and looking at the valley a hundred meters deep.

"Hey, who's that! Don't hurry up and get to work, or you won't be able to eat later! A bearded foreman with a long stick came to him, and when he saw that the man was not paying attention, he stepped forward and lifted the man's cloak off.

In an instant, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed the foreman's hand that had lifted off his cloak with his backhand, and with the force of both hands and waists, an over-the-shoulder fall threw the foreman off the cliff mercilessly, and then put the cloak back on and jumped down, landing on a black rock below, and walking into the canyon.

"Don't like my cloak."

His words disappeared into the wind at the same time as his figure.

Manr Grand Canyon.

He stood in front of a cliff that was different from the rest in that it was not only a perfect ninety degrees, smooth and delicate in texture, but also an aqua blue like a blue diamond, and the light reflected a brilliant brilliance when it hit this cliff, like a dream.

He pressed his palm against the rock wall, and the surface of the rock wall rippled in circles, and he walked through the ripples, and the ripples faded away.

Da, da, da......

A series of footsteps rang out in the silent space. Closer, closer and closer, he sat on a rectangular crystal plate, in the crystal lay a fairy face, skin as white as snow, wearing a white dress, how peaceful she slept so that the corners of her mouth hooked a faint sweet smile.

"Anna......" A decadent voice broke the silence, and he looked at the girl's touching smile, and lifted the black cloak, revealing a face that had been battered by vicissitudes.

"It would be great if you could wake up, and I will accompany you to see all the snow in this world." He sighed, "Anna, are you okay when you wake up, I really miss you." ”

He curled himself up in a ball, buried his face between his legs, and just like that, quietly, quietly...... A crystal teardrop fell to the ground.

The devil's ring on his middle finger lit up with a black light, and the light flashed, and he raised his head, his eyes glowing with a dazzling red.

City of Toronto.

It is a city full of wisdom, it is full of all kinds of knowledge, and it is rational. But at the same time it is also sensual, with the rain and the grey silhouette of the bell tower looming in the distance, everything in the city seems so mysterious and classical.

In a villa, a room with all sorts of strange machines is displayed, and Isaac Chammel is tinkering with a copper-colored retro glasses on the chair, and an owl is watching the movements in his hands.

"Haha." After more than half an hour, he finally raised his head, put on his glasses and looked around, everything was clearly visible, and he was quite satisfied with his work, "It was finally repaired." On his handsome and noble face, the original joy was fleeting, replaced by a faint sadness, and his eyes moved to the window, the rain flowing down the window, and sighed, "If only he were there." ”

Bang bang.

Hearing the knock on the door, Isaac Shamer's brow furrowed unconsciously, "Come in." ”

The door opened, and in came an old man in a brown robe, holding a letter in his hand, and bowed, "President, this is a letter to you." ”

The letter was plated with a thin layer of purple gold, which looked unusually rich, and a strange pattern was printed in black gold, as if it was a child's casual graffiti. Seeing the strange pattern on the letter, he smiled slightly, and knew at a glance who wrote the letter, but when he opened the letter and was about to read it carefully, he found that there were only two red words on the paper, and suddenly his eyes shrank, and the momentum of the whole person became fierce, "Send someone to check who sent this letter immediately, and at the same time check Miss Carla's itinerary and contacts in the past few days." ”

"Yes, President, what's going on?"

"See for yourself." Isaac Chammel handed the letter to the old man, and when the old man got the letter, he was shocked when he saw the two red words "Save me" with a faint smell of blood on the paper, "President, this? ”

"It's Miss Kara, she's supposed to have been kidnapped." There was a hint of coldness in his voice, and his eyes were as deep and mysterious as an owl.

"I'm going to investigate right now." The old man turned around and left, but was stopped by Chamer, "Oh, by the way, how is Mike's progress over there?" ”

"President, everything is going well on Mike's side."

"That's good, huh."

After the old man was gone, Isaac Chammel held his head in his hand and gently stroked the owl's smooth hair, falling into a deep thought. Suddenly, there was a boom, and a black lightning bolt streaked across the sky.