Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1424 Are you Mr. Death?
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 started walking in the direction of the departing child, as if intending to follow.

After Nero walked out of this small park, he came under the tree and looked around... Then he closed his eyes, and the 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 appeared on the top of a slightly taller building in the small town.

On a sign protruding from the eaves of the top floor of the building, a hooked balloon is swinging in the wind... The balloon is obviously much smaller than its original volume, and it seems that it has already been hooked here. 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 free balloon finally fell into the hands of Boss Luo—he disassembled the small paper tied to the end of the thread, opened it and looked at it. glance.

"I-don't-want-to-die."

The sea breeze blew, and suddenly, they blew this little note away from Luo Qiu's hands... far away.

……

Mr. Smith is the chef and owner of a restaurant in a small town. He has a beautiful wife and a five-year-old child, Joe.

The restaurant's business has been good. Although he is busy at work, Mr. Smith's life seems to be full and happy - because this family will welcome a new baby this year.

Because Mr. Smith's wife, Debra, is eight months pregnant, and the appointment is coming soon... Whether it is the neighbor or the regular customer who often comes to the restaurant, they are all sincerely happy for this upcoming little life.

After the New Year, in order to take care of Debra, who was pregnant for the second time, Mr. Smith's mother also temporarily came here from her hometown... This really made Mr. Smith feel a lot easier.

Outside the restaurant door, today's menu was written on a small blackboard, and an old customer was looking at the menu and thinking.

At this moment, a five-year-old boy came with his head bowed.

"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 he obviously didn't have any smile on his face... The unhappy emotions of children are too easy for adults to grasp.

Seeing the dust on Joe's body, the customer seemed to know something, so he took out a tissue and wiped Joe's slightly soiled cheeks and clothes, "Joe, have you been bullied?"

Little boy... Joe still shook his head.

"But I see you are very unhappy, Joe." The customer put his hands on Joe's shoulders, "Son, if you don't plan to say it, you may become a dishonest child, and you will be punished. Your nose gets really long and it hits the ceiling, so you get a lot of pain, and you end up looking like Pinocchio."

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

The old customer was startled, then looked at the child with a strange look, frowned and said, "Joe, do you know what I'm going to say?"

Joe nodded, "Pinocchio didn't die, it didn't die at the end of the story."

The old customer thought for a while, "Son, why do you feel like you are going to die?"

Joe said with a look of fear: "Because I saw Mr. Death, my grandma said that Death will take away life...will take me away."

The old customer opened his mouth, thought for a while, and took Joe directly into the restaurant.The clerk naturally recognized Joe, the boss's child, and immediately called 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 has gotten a little fat recently, listened patiently to the old customer's description, and thought for a while: "Oh, old George, thank you very much for telling me about Joe. Please forgive me for being too busy. , maybe if you don't tell me, I won't even know about Joe."

"Maybe he just felt uneasy."

Customer... Old George patted Mr. Smith on the shoulder reassuringly, "Perhaps because Debra is about to give birth, you all ignore Joe's feelings. Smith, children at this age are very sensitive and fragile."

"When the lunch market is over, I will have a good talk with Joe." Mr. Smith promised.

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

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

……

There were not many customers at noon today, and Mr. Smith quickly relaxed.He came to Joe and brought a mushroom soup made by himself.

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

Joe silently drank the mushroom soup, pursing his lips from time to time.

Mr. Smith suddenly felt guilty when he saw it. Maybe he really ignored the feelings of this child during this time... The family members are busy and happy about his wife's imminent delivery, and they gradually pay less attention to Joe's affairs.

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

In the summer vacation, his wife Debra has successfully given birth to her second child, and I will have more free time... I can really spend more time with my eldest son.

"Really?" Joe seemed a little more emotional.

Mr. Smith stretched out his palms, and Joe followed suit. The big and small palms patted each other, then clenched into fists and beat each other.

Mr. Smith smiled and said, "It's an agreement. I have never violated our agreement. You should know, Joe."

Joe nodded.

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

Joe said, "But I saw it."

"You're just dreaming." Mr. Smith couldn't help but smile and said, "Listen to me, your grandma was a naughty person. I was also scared by this when I was a child, but I later learned that it was all a lie."

Joe thought for a while and said, "Smith, did you also see Mr. Death when you were a child?"

Mr. Smith has some experience in raising children, and nodded seriously at this time: "I have seen it, but I know it was just a dream. After I grow up, I will never see it again. Of course, if you become obedient, Joe Some of them will never be seen again."

Joe nodded dubiously.

Mr. Smith put him off his lap and said casually, "Would you like another grilled chicken ball?"

Joe thought for a while, and finally couldn't resist the stomach problem, so he nodded.

At this time, the door of the restaurant was pushed open by someone, and a young oriental-faced girl with her hair dyed white came in.

Her smile is very special, making people feel like a little monster who quietly showed her little tail and came out to wander around on Halloween.

……

Why dye it... Because Mr. Smith feels that there are not many young people in the world who have such white hair-if it is albinism, at least other body hair should be white.

Of course, this is not something unusual - if you are looking for individuality, there are many students with very individual characteristics in the academy not far away.

What he was really curious about was the faces of this kind of Asians—there were not many Asians here, and Mr. Smith basically had an impression, but the one in front of him looked very strange.

Is it a freshman who just arrived?

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

The girl with short white hair... Nero looked around, and he naturally saw the little boy in the park who was sitting in a children's chair and poking his head out from the counter——Joe.

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

"Is there any food left? I haven't eaten lunch yet." Nero lifted the shopping bag in his hand at this time, "I'm a poor man who is being exploited by an unscrupulous boss!"

"Oh!" Mr. Smith felt that it was interesting, so he smiled and said, "Then I recommend you to try our star package today, it will restore your strength."

"Then let's have...four servings first." Nero squinted his eyes and smiled, and before Mr. Smith asked in surprise, he said boldly: "I can finish it, don't worry."

"Then...then please wait a moment." Mr. Smith nodded, and then asked the waiter who was cleaning the table after Old George had finished his lunch to come over and greet this strange girl.

She sat down on a table facing the counter, and saw Joe at the counter poked his head out quietly at this time... This time Nero didn't look at him, but just stared at him. Looking out the window.

Joe became bolder, and his neck gradually stretched out at this time-unexpectedly, at this moment, Nero suddenly turned his head.

I saw that Nero's neck suddenly stretched out extremely long at this time, like a monster with a long neck in the legend... Her neck quickly circled in mid-air several times, and finally sent her head in front of Joe... She even It turned into a grinning grin with a blue face and fangs.

Joe couldn't help being startled, he fell off the child's chair, and by the way, he knocked over the unfinished mushroom soup and spilled it all over himself.

Joe covered his mouth with frightened hands, as if he was frightened, unable to speak... The waiter who was working heard the movement, came over quickly, and hugged Joe.

But Joe just pointed...pointing at the customer who just arrived by the window—the waiter looked over suspiciously, and all he could see was Nero who was eating a pre-dinner salad, nothing special place.

The waiter shook his head, had no choice but to put down Joe, who was a bit strange today, and then took off his coat, planning to go to the bathroom to wash it first, and then said, "Son, sit here and don't go away, you know? I'll be right back."

Joe grabbed the waiter's arm tightly, as if he was about to cry.

"Let me look after this child for you." Nero suddenly looked over at this moment, and smiled with a rather charming smile: "I like children very much."

The waiter hesitated for a moment... but suddenly felt as if there was a voice in his head urging him to agree - he nodded dully, and then became silent.

Silently picked up Joe, then came to Nero's side, then ignored Joe's reaction, pressed him to sit down next to Nero, and then left with the swollen clothes expressionlessly.

At this moment, 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 on the opposite side of the table suddenly picked up the fork and knife, and started rubbing them in front of Joe, making the wrong sound of huh huh, huh huh.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've eaten a child's meat. I'm so hungry." Nero's mouth split open...it reached his earlobe, revealing his blood-red gums and teeth that were as sharp as sawtooths. the teeth of.

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

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

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 hands in disgust, "Let's go, let's play by ourselves."

Just like that, the black shadow imprisoning Joe's hands and feet disappeared in an instant.

Perhaps, you will never be able to imagine the thinking of a five-year-old child—at this time, Joe seemed to be less afraid. He jumped off the chair, ran around the table to Nero, and raised his head curiously. sizing up.

"What are you looking at, I really ate you!" Nero opened his mouth again.

Joe blinked.

Nero sneered, his mouth turned into a wide mouth, and he swallowed Joe whole...but after swallowing it, he spit it out again.

"See, it's like this, eating you." Nero said with his ears open.

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

"No!" Nero lowered his face and stared at the little boy, "I'm Sister Death... call me Sister!"

Hmm... what the hell is Mr. Reaper?This kid has a hole in his head?

(End of this chapter)