Raiders of villains, I am always attacked by villains

Chapter 337 Epidemic doctor x Ms. (a whole chapter of brain hole theater)

A dim town, a forgotten town covered by dark clouds and never seeing light.

Nobody cared if it was midnight or noon, darkness was always on this poor place 24 hours a day anyway.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell of stench and rot, but there were people walking staggeringly on the street. Their exposed skin and faces were covered with broken yellow pustules, and their facial features could not be seen clearly.

When the long nails that are dark and full of dirt are scratched, a piece of rotten and smelly skin can be brought down.When the pustules covered their bodies, they would be with the corpses piled up on the side of the road like pools of stale meat stuck together.

Bai Wanwan was standing at the entrance of the alley wearing a small coat. Her long golden hair was soft and fluffy. Unlike those people who were as dirty as garbage, she was basically clean.A boy's shirt and shorts, with a pair of ankle boots.

Delicate facial features can be vaguely discerned on the dusty face.In this dead town of eternal night, her beautiful light blue eyes like crushed ice gems are like the deepest blue under the arctic glaciers.

The town has been closed for a long time because of an outbreak of an incurable disease.

She remembered that perhaps half a year ago her family was quite warm, and her father was also a nobleman who had been received by Queen Victoria and was knighted.When death comes uninvited, no one cares about what is noble or commoner.

The parents soon died of suffering from diseases caused by going out, and the servants fled.She remembered that her poorest sister was forced to commit herself to the darkness in order to keep her only family member, her only sister, and was tortured to death by those villains who were afraid of chaos.

There was no hatred in her heart at all, because those enemies had already died and turned into a pool of unrecognizable rotten meat on the street.The entrances and exits of the town were all blocked by thorn fences, and people in strange clothes could be seen looking inside vigilantly with their guns raised.

They are abandoned people, Bai Wanwan knew this very early on, they were not redeemed by their own kind, nor were they favored by gods.God has always been too indifferent to his believers.

How did she survive?She didn't believe in gods at all, so she didn't go to that stupid church for prayers.In fact, being alive is meaningless to her, perhaps because she is born with strong resistance, but she has never been shrouded in death.

The gothic domed turret church is no longer as glorious and holy as it used to be, and the relief painting walls that once reflected light on the colorful glass are now empty like a black skull.

A crumbling blackened cross hangs on the burnt ruins of the wall, and the weeping Virgin Mary statue in the main hall still frowns slightly, as if weeping, and the soft and gentle eyes carved in stone can even see the opposite The compassion and grief of these suffering believers.

It's just pity.Bai Wanwan glanced at her extremely mockingly, like a child venting her emotions, pushed her down who was already unstable, and watched her turn into a pile of mud and rocks no different from other stones.

No, God, it's not your pity your people need, save it for your goddamn darling who lives in heaven.

Here, now, is her residence.A girl's lodging alone.

Ungentlemanly guests are always good at coming uninvited, just like death.

The young doctor decided to use this dilapidated and shabby church as his foothold. No one knew where he came from, nor did he care about his strange attire.

Baroque white shirt with warm pearls on the buttons.The trousers were worn on him because of his overly long and straight legs, which were stiffly lined into cropped trousers.

His leather shoes are always shiny and spotless, like a handsome young man who goes to a high-end ball.

It was the first time Bai Wanwan looked at a person so seriously.He always wears a strange mask, like a bird's beak, covering his entire face.Under the glasses made of glass, the man's gray-blue eyes without any luster can be vaguely seen. He likes to use his white-gloved hands to grope on any rotting corpse.

It's an outsider.

Bai Wanwan was not interested, she searched for food as usual, and then went back to the church wrapped in a thin blanket and fell asleep in the endless darkness, and then had a not-so-good nightmare.

Maybe if I sleep that day, I will never be able to open those beautiful blue eyes again.She thought to herself.

That strange beaked man was a physician, the only one in town.

When Bai Wanwan was bored, she would sit on the roof dangling her legs and watch him tirelessly toss and turn inside the corpse, like an explorer looking for treasure in a trash can.His arrival did not bring any light or hope to the town. He even personally threw those ugly things with unrecognizable limbs and festered flesh into a big pit and burned them.

It was rare for Bai Wanwan to be so happy. Standing on the attic of the church and watching the soaring flames, she couldn't help curling her lips.

Burn it up, bacteria and garbage, together with everyone, let those who see, his followers, are turning into dirty ashes.

The noble lady with blond hair and blue eyes was as delicate as a doll, her harmless face was glowing with a morbid lifelessness under the reflection of the fire at the moment, her distorted smile was like a gothic mechanical puppet.

The bird-beaked man by the fire pit turned around and looked at her from afar. Even though his face was covered by a mask, she could still clearly see his gentlemanly smile and the sarcasm in his eyes. hint.

As you wish, beautiful lady.

Burn what you hate, as you wish.

Bai Wanwan recalled in a daze that the god of death did not come uninvited.Or to be precise, it arrived as promised.

In fact, the parents died long before the plague spread, and the gangsters who robbed property broke in through the window and cut off their heads.And those cold-blooded servants had already fled for their lives.The youngest brother was strangled in the cradle for crying so loudly.Even though the cries were so loud, none of the neighbors who turned on the lights came to see.

When her sister was dragged out by her skirt, Bai Wanwan stood on tiptoe and looked out of the window from the dark room with tears in her eyes. Disgusting pleasure.

They were very happy that Elizabeth's family suffered such misfortune. The glamorous nobles who were incompatible with the town were already jealous and disgusted by the rats in the sewer.

They desperately hope in their dark hearts that all beautiful people should be dirty.

Then, she was also dragged into that small room by her hair.There were bloodstains on the ground, the heads of parents with terrified expressions on the ground in the living room, and the dead body of my sister hanging beside the bed.

Oh god, this is really the worst nightmare.At the moment when the knife cut her uninjured cheek, Elizabeth looked at the cold crucifix hanging above the room, and shed tears unconsciously.

No one will come, no gods, no redemption.

She wasn't dead, and she couldn't be considered alive.

The girl who provoked death stood in the attic and chuckled, not only those who died, decayed, and turned into ashes, even she herself was a dirty person.

With a pleasant smile, she came to the beaked man wearing the cleanest and lovely dress as if going to a gorgeous dinner party.

The cello is low and the violin is melodious.The death music she heard in a trance was as beautiful as a hallucination, and she was immersed in the elegant dance.The girl in the skirt, with fluttering blond hair, danced on the ashes like a graceful butterfly stepping on her broken limbs.

She saw her parents sitting on the main seat, looking at her with kind smiles, and rubbing each other's ears.She saw her brother sitting in the cradle and giggling, as cute as a cute little white dumpling.She saw her blond-haired and blue-eyed elder sister, who was as dignified as a princess, standing on one side, her bright face full of doting.

They are always proud of Bai Wanwan's graceful dancing figure, and they always dote on her endlessly.

Blood stained her snow-white skirt, staining it dark.The heel of the cute and small red leather dancing shoes stepped on a cloudy eyeball mercilessly.

When her eyes are bent, it is really a more beautiful color than the sky covered by haze.The immature singing is more sincere than the divine hymn of the choir.

There is no better smell than the festering blood of a rotting corpse.

The man with the bird's beak mask took off his top hat, and his soft black hair resembled the black wings of some kind of bird.His gray-blue pupils are always as lifeless as water.At this moment, he squinted his eyes, half mocking and half admiringly looking at the girl's dancing posture.The lips under the long beak raised a strange arc.

He is both physician and death who brings disease.Going on an interesting date with a girl makes hell on earth.

At the moment when the music stopped, Bai Wanwan jumped down the burning fire pit with happiness and contentment like a bird with broken wings.

There was no unexpected death, but instead, it felt as if the whole body was wrapped in a warm and fresh air, which was an air that Bai Wanwan hadn't smelled for a long time.It was as if even the burning pain all over his body had eased.

Zhen hugged the little girl in his arms, and took off the mask on his face with one hand. The cold face in his memory was still expressionless, but he stared at her very intently and lovingly, as if he was staring at himself pitifully. Another cute canary.

"Is it a pity to die like this, miss?"

"I've done what I wanted to do, sir."

"But I haven't." Zhen stretched out his hand to caress her scarred side face, smoothed her soft hair behind her ears, and then stood up holding her.

In the distance, the sky was bright, and the black smoke mixed with the fire pit spread until it swallowed the entire town.It seems that the whole world has been healed, and even those ugly things can no longer be seen clearly.

Zhen put the bird's beak mask on her face lightly, covering Bai Wanwan's confused expression.

"What I want to do is take you away."

Where else would disease occur? Maybe the poor virus is not needed, just a little malice is enough.

Beak Reaper will go to the next appointment.

　play with emotion
　　
　
(End of this chapter)