death bird

Kidd was dizzy from being beaten with a stick, and it was already night when he woke up again.

Obviously, Jude's treatment of him has dropped a lot this time. Not only is there no hospital bed, but he directly puts on a restraint suit and throws it into a dark cell. There is not even a basic incandescent lamp in the cell. , looks like the worst prison.

"You're awake, boy!"

Ivan looked at Kidd inquisitively, and smiled, revealing two bright white canine teeth.

"How will you be here?"

Of course Kidd knew that this was a prison cell, but the appearance of Ivan, the teaching boy, obviously greatly exceeded Kidd's expectations.

Ivan pointed to the corner of the wall, only to see a small hole in the corner of the ward, like a passage or something.

"The Thorn Cliff used to be a hospital for tuberculosis patients. Whether it is now or in the past, there are always some patients who want to escape, but obviously, the hole is not big enough, but the child is just right!"

Ivan shrugged.

"Okay, who are you? How do you know about me?"

Kidd remembered what the little boy had said to him during the day, and the doubts in his heart never stopped.

Ivan shrugged and said, "Today, a female reporter named Lana wanted to find out from me the situation of Thorn Cliff and your situation, but unfortunately, he forgot that children also have children's scheming."

Lana is a female reporter for a local daily newspaper, but she has never been favored by the editor-in-chief. She can only write some leftover cooking magazines.The Bloody Face Killer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her. If she can report the story well, she firmly believes that she will become famous.

So Lana actually sneaked into the mental hospital today under the pretense of reporting on the Thorn Cliff Bread Workshop, and wanted to interview Kidd. Unfortunately, Sister Jude saw her intentions at a glance and blocked her from the door.Lana still didn't give up, so she could only do everything possible, and finally decided to start with the youngest Ivan, hoping to find a chance.

"No, I'm not talking about this, everyone knows this, I mean, how do you know I'm innocent."

"I can smell it, and I can hear and see it." Ivan clapped his hands, walked to Kidd, and helped him loosen a few buttons of his straitjacket: "You don't have any sinful smell of killing people, And, I trust my little trick."

"little tricks?"

"Yes, some little tricks. I can hear voices that many people can't hear. Okay, let's not talk about it. The nun is going to make rounds soon. I have to go."

After saying these words, Ivan ran back to the corner and got back into the tunnel. A blue tile just blocked the entrance of the tunnel. Sure enough, no one could see it in the dark corner.Kidd wanted to ask something, but Ivan disappeared from sight.

Ivan groped along the tunnel all the way, and arrived outside the thorny cliff in a short while.To be honest, I don't know who the person who dug this tunnel was, probably a dwarf with a lot of perseverance, otherwise the tunnel wouldn't only be accessible to children.Digging all the way from the ward to beyond the thorn cliff, I don't know how much perseverance and wisdom it takes.After all, digging is also technical work, isn't it?It would be interesting to dig into foundations or granite.

On the other side of the tunnel is the unnamed forest in the backyard of Thorn Cliff where few people come. The vegetation here is dense, the ancient trees are sky-high, and the moonlight is basically covered by the dense branches. People often get lost here, just like a maze.

"Aim! Aim!"

A little black cat saw Ivan crawling out of the tunnel, and ran over happily screaming. Ivan hugged the kitten, stroked the cat on its forehead, and asked with a smile: "Little Hi, Did those big guys bully you today?"

The little black cat seemed to understand Ivan's words. It shook its tail, barked twice more cheerfully, and licked Ivan's hand with its tongue. At this moment, there were many small animal-like footsteps. .

Hearing these noises, Ivan frowned, and stroked the little black cat's back: "Little Hippie, you see those big guys are following you again. Let's go, I don't like those poor creatures. "

After that, he carried the little black cat into the night.It's just that they don't know what secrets are hidden in the woods behind the thorny cliff.

Ivan believes that there are angels and demons in this world.When he was very young, he could hear many things that others couldn't hear, especially those whispers that ordinary people couldn't hear; and he could see many things through these things that he touched with his hands. Things have witnessed the past.

Ivan was a boy who was abandoned at the gate of Thorn Cliff. At that time, the place had just been taken over by the church. Maybe his biological parents didn't know that it would be turned into a mental hospital in the future, and they thought it was an ordinary branch of the church. abandoned him.

Fortunately, when the childless nun Jude saw Ivan, she was full of motherhood, so she took him in as a three-none child who had no household registration, no sound proof, and no name.

Ivan grew up on Thorn Cliff since he was a child. When he just learned to climb, as soon as his hands touched the floor of Thorn Cliff, his mind was filled with many images. Until later, he quietly asked Only after talking to many people did he realize that the scenes he saw were all events that actually happened on Thorn Cliff.

As for why he believed in angels and devils?

Heh, if you saw an angel three or four times a week, just like going out to see the sunrise every day, would you still deny the existence of this thing?

Every time a patient in Thorn Cliff passes away, Ivan will clearly see a female angel waving black wings passing through the air. Kiss, lead them to another world, or heaven, or hell.

Ivan has never seen heaven and hell, but presumably they both exist.

Just now, Ivan saw the black-winged angel that often came and went.This black angel looked old, wearing a black veil dress and a black veil mask, a pair of black wings scattered black feathers in the air, but these feathers disappeared as soon as they fell to the ground.

"? (Are you waiting for me)"

In a blink of an eye, this elderly black-winged angel appeared in front of Ivan, leaning against the dark red wall of the Thorn Cliff, holding an ancient pipe in his hand, and looking directly at Ivan with his vicissitudes of eyes. Ten thousand.

"Yes. My little friend. I've said it many times, you can call me Shaka." The black-winged angel took a deep breath of the cigarette. In the night, the white smoke lingered around it, giving it a unique charm .

"Shaka? You know that this name is not a pleasing name in the church."

The name of Shaka is sariel among the fallen angels, one of the archangels, in charge of death.According to the Book of Enoch, it belongs to one of the seven archangels, a Seraphim.Like Metatron, Shaka is like a prince; like Raphael, she is also a gentle angel.He is a benevolent angel of death.But death is never a good term.

"Hehe, whatever you want kids, the name is just a code name, why do you always care about these details?"

Shaka took another drag on her cigarette, but there was an unconcealable charm on her old face. This charm was not due to her age or appearance, but rather a characteristic revealed in her bones - temptation.

"Why do you have to look like this old woman? Do angels age too?"

Ivan stroked the fur of the little black cat and said helplessly.

"That's not true, it's just that compared to girls, I prefer to dress up more maturely. I don't want to use my appearance to please some people."

Ivan couldn't deny Shaka's answer, and asked directly: "Okay, is there anything you want to see me this time?"

"Good news, bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

The old trick of choosing 2 from 1, Ivan said helplessly, "Bad news."

"Well, you should also know that more and more death is depositing in the thorn cliff, darkness. I think you should also hear more whispers from the underground ringing in the thorn cliff. I am very happy to inform you that I have A relative has already set his sights on this place."

Shaka flicked the cigarette in her hand, showing a playful smile.

Relatives of fallen angels. . .demon?fallen angel?Evil spirits?Ivan didn't even think about it, it must not be an easy role to play.

"What about the good news?"

Shaka put away her cigarette, walked up to Ivan, and lightly touched Ivan's forehead with her black gloved fingers.

"I feel the power, the wonder that surges out of your body, and is waking up. I think your days to come will be more interesting. I think you will like a different life, so I'm here to tell you."

When Iwan heard this, he almost rolled his eyes. The fun that Shaka said must not be a good thing for him. . .What kind of good news is this!