When Boss Luo was about to show up, Nero from the tree suddenly jumped down with a shopping bag...... Luo Qiu stopped his steps.

Nero began to walk in the direction of the departing child, as if intending to follow.

It was only after Nero had walked out of the small park that he came under the tree and looked around...... Then he closed his eyes, and vision was reconstructed in his mind in a three-dimensional way.

Boss Luo found something, he opened his eyes, moved slightly, and in the next moment, the person had already appeared on the top of a slightly taller building in the town.

On a sign sticking out of the eaves of the top floor of the building, a hooked balloon is swinging in the wind...... The balloon is obviously much smaller than it used to be, and it seems that it has been hooked here for some time.

Maybe it was yesterday, maybe it was the day before yesterday.

The thin thread wrapped around the sign pole began to unravel automatically, and the balloon from or freedom finally fell into Boss Luo's hands - he unwrapped the small note tied to the end of the thin thread and opened it for a look.

“I-don't-want-to-die.”

The sea breeze blew, and suddenly, they blew the little note away from Luo Qiu's hand...... Go far.

......

Mr. Smith is the chef and owner of a restaurant in the town, and he has a beautiful wife, Joe, who is five years old.

Business has been doing well and the work has been busy, but Mr. Smith's life is full and happy – because the family will have a new little life this year.

Because Mr. Smith's wife, Debra, is eight months pregnant, and the plan is imminent...... Whether it is the neighbor or the regular customers who come to the restaurant often, they are sincerely happy for this upcoming little life.

After the New Year, Mr. Smith's mother also temporarily came here from her hometown to take care of Debra, who was pregnant for the second time...... It did make Mr. Smith a lot easier.

Outside the restaurant, today's menu is written on a small blackboard, and a regular customer is looking at the menu and thinking.

A five-year-old boy walked up with his head down.

"Hey, Joe, are you okay?" the customer stopped the little boy who was about to walk into the restaurant with his head down.

The little boy just nodded—but there was clearly no smile on his face...... A child's unhappy emotions are too easy for adults to grasp.

The customer looked at the dirt on Joe's body and seemed to know something, so he took out a tissue and wiped Joe's slightly soiled cheeks and clothes, "Joe, are you being bullied?"

Little Boy ...... Joe shook his head anyway.

"But I see you're upset, Joe. The customer put his hands on Joe's shoulders, "Kid, if you don't say it, you might turn into a dishonest kid, and you'll be punished." Your nose will get very long and then hit the ceiling, so you're going to be in a lot of pain and you'll even end up being like Pinocchio. ”

Joe was silent for a while, and suddenly said something that surprised the old acquaintance, "If I had become Pinocchio, wouldn't I have died?"

Mr. Old Customer was stunned for a moment, then looked at the child with a strange gaze, and frowned: "Joe, do you know what you are talking about?"

Joe nodded, "Pinocchio didn't die, it didn't die in the story." ”

The regular customer thought for a moment, "Son, why do you feel like you're going to die?"

Joe looked scared and said, "Because I saw Mr. Death, and my grandmother said that death will take life...... It's going to take me away. ”

The old customer opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and then walked straight into the restaurant with Joe. The clerk naturally recognized Joe, the boss's child, and immediately beckoned him to the counter to take care of him.

The regular customer found Mr. Smith, who was busy in the kitchen, and told him about Joe.

Mr. Smith, who had been a little fat lately, listened patiently to the old customer's description, and then thought for a moment, "Oh, old George, thank you so much for telling me about Joe. Forgive me for being too busy, maybe I wouldn't even know about Joe if you hadn't told me. ”

He may just be feeling uneasy. ”

Customer...... George Sr. patted Mr. Smith on the shoulder comfortingly, "Maybe because Debra is about to have a baby, you all ignore Joe's feelings. Smith, a child of this age is sensitive and vulnerable. ”

"I'll have a good talk with Joe when lunch is over. Mr. Smith assured.

"I know you'll be a good father. Old George smiled, "Then let's have the signature roast duck breast set for lunch today, I'm really a little hungry." ”

"As you wish, sir. Mr. Smith put the chef's hat back on and walked into the kitchen.

......

There weren't many customers at noon today, and Mr. Smith quickly cleared up. He arrives in front of Joe and brings a mushroom soup he has made himself.

He looked at Joe's still a little dirty clothes, and after carefully patting them a few times, he suddenly said, "Joe, do you have anything you want to tell me?" ”

Joe silently drank the mushroom soup and pursed his lips from time to time.

Mr. Smith suddenly felt guilty as he looked at it, perhaps he had indeed ignored the child's feelings during this time...... The family was busy and happy about his wife's imminent birth, and gradually they didn't pay so much attention to Joe's affairs.

So Mr. Smith picked Joe up and put him on his lap. He reached out to wipe the soup from the corner of Joe's mouth, and said with a smile: "Joe, when the summer vacation comes, I will accompany you to the sea, just like we did last year." ”

In the summer vacation, his wife Debra also gave birth to her second child, and her time will be free...... I can indeed spend more time with this eldest son.

"Really?" Joe's mood seemed to rise.

Mr. Smith stretched out his palm, and Joe followed suit, one large and one small clapping, then clenched into fists and thrashed each other.

Mr. Smith smiled, "It's agreed, I never broke our agreement, you should know, Joe." ”

Joe nodded.

Mr. Smith rubbed Joe's head, "Then you'll promise me to forget the story your grandmother told you." Believe me, it's just an old story your grandma used to scare disobedient children, not true. In this world, there has never been Mr. Death. ”

Joe said, "But I see it." ”

"You're just dreaming. Mr. Smith couldn't help but say, "Listen to me, your grandmother was a naughty person. I was scared of this as a kid, but I later learned it was all a lie. ”

Joe thought for a moment and said, "Smith, did you see Mr. Death when you were a kid?"

Mr. Smith had some experience in parenting, and nodded seriously at this time, "I saw it, but I knew it was just a dream, and when I grew up, I never saw it again." Of course, if Joe had become more obedient, you wouldn't have seen it again. ”

Joe nodded incredulously.

Mr. Smith dropped him from his lap and said casually, "Would you like another grilled chicken meatball?"

Joe thought about it, but finally couldn't resist the stomach problem, and nodded.

At this moment, someone pushed the door of the restaurant open, and I saw a girl with a young oriental face dyed white hair, and just walked in.

Her smile is special, and it makes people feel as if she is a little goblin who quietly shows her little tail and likes to wander around on Halloween.

......

Why do you use dyeing...... Because Mr. Smith felt that there were few young people in the world who had such white hair—if it was albinism, at least all other body hair should be white.

Of course,It's not something unusual - if you're looking for individuality the most,There's a lot of students with great individuality in the school park not far away.。

What he was really curious about was this kind of Asian face - there were not many Asians here, Mr. Smith basically had an impression, and the one in front of him seemed very unfamiliar.

Is it a freshman or something like that?

With such doubts in his heart, Mr. Smith walked out of the counter and came to the beautiful girl with short white hair, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Girl with short white hair...... Nero looked around, and naturally saw the little boy from the park who was sitting in the children's chair with his head peeking out from the counter.

Joe saw Nero's gaze at this moment, and immediately retracted his head.

"Anything else to eat? I haven't eaten lunch yet. Nero picked up the shopping bag he was carrying, "I'm a poor man who is being exploited by an unscrupulous boss!"

"Oh!" Mr. Smith smiled as he found it interesting, "Then I recommend you try our star package of the day, it will restore your strength." ”

"Let's do it first...... Four portions. Nero squinted and laughed, and before Mr. Smith asked in surprise, he said directly, "I can finish eating, don't worry." ”

"That's... Wait a minute. Mr. Smith nodded, and then asked the waiter at the table, who had finished cleaning up old George's lunch, to greet the peculiar girl.

She sat down at a table facing the counter, only to see Joe at the counter quietly poking his head out again...... This time Nero didn't look at him, just stared out the window.

Joe became a little bolder, and his neck began to stretch out—and at that moment, Nero jerked back.

I saw that Nero's neck suddenly stretched extremely long at this time, like a legendary long-necked monster...... Her neck circled around the air several times before finally sending her head to Joe...... She even turned into a blue-faced fanged grin.

Joe couldn't help but be startled, and fell straight from the children's chair, spilling himself all over the mushroom soup that he hadn't eaten by the way.

Joe covered his mouth with his frightened hands, as if he was frightened, unable to speak...... The waiter who was working heard the commotion and hurriedly walked over and picked Joe up.

But Joe just pointed at ...... Pointing to the newly arrived customer sitting by the window, the waiter looked over suspiciously, but all he could see was Nero eating a pre-dinner salad, and there was nothing special.

The waiter shook his head, and had to put down Joe, who was a little strange today, and then took off his coat, intending to go to the bathroom to wash it up first, and then say, "Son, sit here and don't go away, you know? I'll be right back." ”

Joe grabbed the waiter's arm so hard that he looked like he was about to cry.

"I'll help you watch this kid. Nero suddenly looked at him and smiled with a rather charming smile, "I like children." ”

The waiter hesitated for a moment...... But suddenly it felt as if a voice in his head was urging him to agree—he nodded smugly, and then became silent.

Silently picked Joe up, then walked to Nero's side, then ignored Joe's reaction, pressed him down next to Nero, and then left with the swollen clothes in a blank expression.

Joe was horrified to find that his hands and feet were tied to the chair by black shadows, and he couldn't move at all.

Nero, who was on the other side of the table, suddenly picked up the fork and the dinner knife, and began to rub in front of Joe, making a wrong ho, ho, ho.

"Oh, I haven't eaten a child's meat in a long time, and I'm so hungry. Nero's mouth cracked...... Cracked to the edge of his earlobe, revealing blood-red gums and sharp, jagged teeth.

"You... Are you Mr. Death?" Joe asked suddenly, with a hint of tears.

Nero, who was sharpening his knife, blinked when he heard this, and then knocked on the table with the handle of the knife and said, "Witch! I am a witch who eats children! Haven't you stupid ever heard the story of the [Candy House]?"

Joe shook his head.

"It's boring. Nero yawned suddenly, threw the knife and fork in his hand on the table casually, and waved his hand with disgust, "Let's go and play by myself." ”

In this way, the black shadow that imprisoned Joe's hands and feet disappeared at once.

Perhaps you can never imagine the mind of a five-year-old - Joe was no longer afraid, he jumped out of his chair, ran around the table to Nero, and looked up curiously.

"Look, I really ate you!" Nero cracked his mouth again.

Joe blinked.

Nero sneered, his mouth suddenly turned into a big mouth, and he swallowed Joe whole...... I just swallowed it and spit it out again.

"See, no, like this, eats you. Nero said, plucking out his ears.

At this time, Joe suddenly reached out and tugged at the corner of Nero's clothes, "Aren't you really Mr. Death?"

"No!" Nero leaned down and stared at the little boy, "I'm Sister Death...... Call sister!"

Well...... What the hell is Mr. Death? This little ghost has a hole in his head?