[Comprehensive, British and American] Notes on trainee death becoming a regular

"Then I'll go and bring her in!" The girl cheered and ran out of the restaurant door. The man sitting at the table had a scrupulous hairstyle, with low-key and delicate cuffs pinned to his flat and strict cuffs. Staring at Douding outside the window, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging under his indifferent and calm pupils.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to go in?" The girl bent over and looked into the window like Teresa. She smiled at her brother, and the crooked smiling eyes made the corners of the man's mouth curl up slightly.

【Okay, okay, Teresa is going to be kidnapped again! ] The gods of death in the channel have come to a conclusion.

【What do you mean being abducted again?Artest got help again, okay! 】

【Although I said so, I really doubt whether a bowl of vegetable soup can take Daibao away...】

【Of course it can't be that simple. After you take Teresa away, you have to at least face the attacks of Beatrice, Clark, and Tony. I just want to say, can you? 】

Teresa turned her head stupidly, looked up at Misha with her small face, and said doubtfully in an unquestioning tone, "But Daibao doesn't have enough money." So she couldn't go in, and she was called out by others .

"It's okay," the girl rubbed Teresa's little curly hair, "I invite you!" She smiled heartily, and took Teresa's little hand hanging by her side to push open the glass door.

The warm heating came rushing towards her face, and Teresa's eyelashes trembled, and she shrank her neck belatedly, as if she just felt the difference in temperature. She was led to the table by the girl, and there was a picture of her thinking dryly outside. Vegetable soup that has been around for a long time.

"Well," Teresa sat on the chair, she stared at the vegetable soup, her eyes slightly raised, a cold and serious face was reflected in her pupils, his eyes were fixed on Teresa like a falcon , as if confirming something, and restraining something.

"Do you like this?" The girl noticed Teresa's goal, and she took the initiative to pull the vegetable soup in front of Teresa. Seeing that Teresa's gaze did not move, she followed her gaze, a little helpless Laughed.

"Brother, why don't you stare at him like this, it's so serious and scary!" The girl trembled deliberately, pretending to be frightened.

"Well," although he answered, he still didn't look away.

Helpless, the girl stretched her head over, saying every word, "Brother~Brother~"

The man came back to his senses, and he patted the girl's head, "I see," he lowered his eyelids to hide the turmoil in his eyes.

Teresa was holding the porcelain bowl slowly, but she swallowed at a not slow speed. The girl was so distressed, she held her chin, "Is there anything else you want to eat? Is this enough? By the way By the way, why are you outside with bare feet? You're still wearing a hospital gown..."

She had a lot of questions, but it suddenly occurred to her that she might hurt the child by asking such questions, so she carefully added a sentence, "Okay, tell me? It's okay if you don't want to answer, I just want to help you." Knowing why, when she saw this child, she felt kind from the bottom of her heart, and also had a strange feeling, a bit like, a kind of dependence?

It's so strange, she has been relying on only her elder brother, why would she feel dependent on a child she has never seen before?The girl didn't understand, and her eyes shifted to Teresa's hair color.

Is it because, black?

For her, black is not a terrible color, but a hope, a protective color. She doesn't hate it, and even likes it. The black in her memory is a color full of peace of mind. Since then, she has fallen in love with black.

"A sister who used to protect me also has black hair." The girl stretched out her hand and stroked Teresa's curly hair, a smile of memory appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Although I don't remember her appearance, but I Remember, her eyes were like the night..."

"By the way, what's your name?" the girl asked excitedly, and she introduced herself before Teresa answered, "I'm Misha Lecter, you can call me Sister Misha, that's me brother, Hannibal Lecter,"

Teresa blinked, she put down the bowl, her mouth was covered with red soup, after sucking the vegetables from the corner of her mouth, Teresa moved her lips, "Teresa."

The moment her words fell, Hannibal on the opposite side seemed to be pricked by a needle, and his brown pupils shrank suddenly.

"Eh?" Misha's eyes widened, "What a coincidence, the sister who saved me back then was also named Teresa!"

[...Hahahahaha, did Daibao collide with someone else? 】

[Speaking of which, Teresa's name has a good meaning, and it's not surprising that the name hits. 】

[Wait, did we overlook something? 】

[Actually, I also... found out, is it a coincidence? 】Hesitate to speak but stop JPG.

[Uh, what are you talking about, did I miss something?Why can't I understand? 】

"Is there only Teresa?" Hannibal spoke, only one sentence, trying to restrain something in his low to hoarse voice.

"Yeah," Teresa nodded.

Misha was about to say something but was preempted by Hannibal, "Do you remember us?"

Teresa tilted her head and looked at Hannibal suspiciously.

His brown pupils with a little red glowed with an amber halo under the light, which gave off a bewitching beauty, "Teresa...do you still remember Misha and me?"

Teresa was taken aback, she pursed her lips and tried to remember, but her memory was too long, like a thick hardcover book, even if she had to read it, it would take time.

Seeing her dumbfounded look, Hannibal smiled faintly in his indifferent pupils, "Teresa, is your sickle still there?"

Teresa paused, and she raised her eyes to stare at Hannibal, with deep vigilance and defense in her empty eyes.

[...Did I hear something? 】

【There is nothing wrong with your ears, because I heard it too...】

[Does this human know that Artest is... the god of death? ! 】

[Let me just say, how could there be such a coincidence! 】

[Artest!You can have a snack! 】

[Wait, wait, this, he, how did he know? ! 】

[This trial is live broadcasted throughout, we have never seen this man, that is to say...! 】

[He is the human being that Daibao met in the past trials! 】

Misha also looked messy, "Brother, what are you talking about?" She turned her head stiffly to look at Teresa, her voice was raised with an unbelievable rise, "Teresa, sister?" Misha couldn't believe it. Not sure.

The sister Teresa in her memory is an existence that she needs to look up to, an existence that protects her, not... not a poor little Douding wandering outside in a hospital gown!

"Haven't you remembered?" Hannibal wasn't angry either, he suddenly thought of something, if Teresa hadn't lied back then, then here... he pulled Misha's wrist, and in her bewildered eyes, teased She opened her sleeves, revealing a smooth arm, and the two words with a faint golden glow on the inside of the arm were reflected in Teresa's dark pupils.

death immunity

Death Immunity.

[Crazy crazy!Another exemption stamp! 】

[Teresa!Look at what you have done in the past! 】

【So proficient? ... Artest, you can tell me, you really don't feel wronged if you fail. 】

[Daibao... I'm about to cry, is immunity from death a Chinese cabbage in your eyes?It's so casual! 】

[However, have you noticed a little detail, Misha's name is Teresa's sister!In other words...]

[Artest grew up before! 】

[Oh oh oh oh oh~ ah~ I'm envious of Misha by real name, I've seen what Artest looks like when he grows up~ I want to see it too! 】

[Don't think about it, Teresa is so messed up, it's no wonder she can pass this time! 】

【Oh, this statement is not good enough. Even if he fails this time, Artest still has a process of growing up~】

[Then shrink it back into Douding again? 】

[The previous...don't do this, I'm going to cry. 】

Teresa reflexively wanted to grab something, it was her backpack strap, what she wanted to grab, but the backpack was not behind her, Teresa blinked blankly, "Um..."

"Sister Teresa?" Misha turned Douding's shoulder and looked at her seriously, "Are you really, sister Teresa?" She tried to find a shadow of her memory on Douding's face, But she was still too young at that time, and children's memories were unreliable. Misha only remembered those eyes in the night and the long hair that was as black as a waterfall.

Teresa blinked her eyes ignorantly, "Daibao... seems to remember..."

Because, in fact, there are not many human beings who have the right to immunity from death.

(Reapers: How many more do you want?!)

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Remember, it was a long, long time ago.

Teresa couldn't remember how many times it was her first trial.

It was a winter, winter, it seemed that all misfortunes were going to happen in the winter, the original winter was scary, but the winter of that year was extraordinarily cold, so cold that it made one's heart tremble, as if every day A careful breath will condense into frost, frost's sharp teeth will bite people's ears, and the smell of snow can freeze people awake.

The winter of that year has always been seared in Hannibal's memory. Even though the memory will be updated with time and will be obscured by experience, what happened that day has always been buried in the depths of his memory, layer after layer. Layers, stacked and scattered, are cruel people's hearts.

That winter was tough, tough, their home was gone, their parents were gone, and in the end, even a little bit of food was gone.

He and his little sister Misha, his favorite Misha, his only Misha, were tied to the pillars with ropes by those rude and rude robbers...

He could only watch helplessly as they walked towards her with butcher knives.

The sharp blade left a trace of bright red on her fragile and delicate neck.

And at this time, there was a knock on the door of the wooden house.

That scene was extremely funny, as if the pause button had been pressed, the robber who was restraining Misha immediately let go, they touched their weapons at the same time, and looked at the small wooden door vigilantly and defensively.

Hannibal took the opportunity to release the shackles and ran towards Misha. He hugged his little sister like he was hugging his lost and recovered treasure.

Teresa pushed open the door, and the girl's slender shadow was illuminated by the bright white sun. It was not only them who had suffered this winter, but Teresa too.

Because of the sharp increase in her workload, she couldn't stop being busy every day. Finally, the task column on the list was empty, but Teresa got lost in the forest and couldn't find her way.

She has not eaten for two days.

After finally seeing a small wooden house, Teresa stared blankly at the people in the house. She didn't notice that the death list in her backpack was flickering on and off.

is it a girl? !

The robbers looked at each other, and they all saw surprises in the eyes of their companions.

Hannibal hugged Misha and stared at the girl at the door. There was also a robber in front of him. He didn't dare to speak, so he could only hold Misha tightly in his arms.

He vaguely knew in his heart that before Teresa arrived, they wanted to attack Misha. As for what to do, Hannibal didn't know yet, but he knew that it would not be a good thing.

So, so... Let him choose between Misha and a girl he doesn't know, he can't give up Misha, this is his sister, his only, and only remaining sister.

In the past, Hannibal was a kind and compassionate child, but... But many things have changed, he can no longer be so innocent, 12-year-old Hannibal looked at Teresa, sorry, he said in his heart.

Teresa hadn't figured it out when she was pointed at the first gun, but when she soon realized that she was vaguely surrounded by the other party, this trainee death god who wasn't Douding narrowed her eyes.

Although she was very hungry, she still had some strength.

So, are you going to fight?

Teresa pursed her lips.

When the scythe taller than a man came out, everyone didn't react, and the sharp silver light flashed. How could the speed possessed by the trainee Reaper who had entered the mature stage be beyond the reach of human beings?

There was no pressure or challenge in the whole process. Teresa lowered her eyes and looked indifferently at the fallen humans on the ground. She raised her eyes and happened to meet Hannibal's focused eyes.

Teresa ignored Hannibal, she went straight to the house and rummaged through the boxes, but to her disappointment, there was no food in the cabin.

There is still a little bit left, but it is not even comparable to the bread Teresa hates.

The fruitless Teresa pursed her mouth childishly, and the moment she turned around and was about to step out the door, a hoarse young voice sounded behind her, "Wait a minute!"

Hannibal stopped Teresa.

Teresa turned her head, she tilted her head, "Are you calling me?"

"Yes... yes!" Hannibal gritted his teeth. He didn't know if this girl was a good person, but he knew that these robbers were definitely not good people, so let's take a gamble.

"Excuse me," Hannibal held the ignorant Misha with one hand and clenched the other into fists, "excuse me, can you take us away?"

"Yes," Teresa nodded, "but why did you take you away?"

"They're all bad guys!" Hannibal said eagerly. He found out that the girl didn't kill them, but just stunned them. Hannibal was relieved a little. He counted the things these people had done, Finally looking at Teresa earnestly, "Please, help us!"

"I will definitely repay you in the future!" The little boy made a promise.

Teresa stared at the dirty child for a while, she said "uh", blinked her eyes as if remembering something, and asked, "Do you know the way?"

Hannibal's eyes lit up, "Know the way! I, I, I can still read!" He straightened his back, like a child laborer showing himself attentively.

Teresa blinked her eyes, looked at him dryly and said, "Oh, then you are really good..."

The author has something to say: Daibao (doesn't recognize the way): Then you are really great.

Hannibal (dumbfounded): No, no, you are the best! (So ​​take us or not take us?)

Ah Yue: Seeing your guesses, I’m really scared. I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. After struggling for a long time, there’s nothing I can do. Let’s combine British and American dramas. Marvel has a ratio requirement. It must be mixed with other British and American dramas. It was written in the outline submitted at the beginning. After this section is Uncle Ba, there are only about two or three chapters to go to the master's side.

I came back in the afternoon, and I came back non-stop to code words. Apart from the fact that the trip to Chiang Mai was very dark, everything else was very pleasant. Thanks to the babies who have always supported me. Ayue resumes daily updates~