[Black Butler] Noah's Ark

In the bedroom, under candlelight.

The funeral home took out a thick photo album from the splint of the bed, flipped to a new page, and put the newly developed black and white photo into the film on the new page of the album.

Leaning against the head of the bed, "Brunette hair is the most suitable for you." The slender fingers gently caressed the face of the girl in the photo, and the funeral room grinned helplessly: "It's been so long, I still get used to it when I fall asleep." Frowning~"

Turning to the first page again, "Hee hee hee..." This is the first photo of the two of them together~ At that time, Xiao Xi Weilun was less than the waist of the funeral room.However, the little child is paired with a deadpan face, "Ah~ah~ you really are not a cute kid."

The date under the photo has been blurred. Although the time is unknown and he forgot how long it has passed, the first meeting with Xiaoqian and what happened at that time are still clearly preserved in his memory.

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People have 'body' and 'soul', and those who have both are the living.They survive in this world, and the "revolving lantern" will continuously record their life memories.However, when the god of death takes back the decayed soul, the revolving lantern will also stop, and then the living will become the dead.And the god of death is the one who pulls the soul out of the human body according to the list and stops the revolving lantern.

Every day, every day... frankly... ordinary... the god of death will repeat like this, and each day will be passed through for a long time.

Until the starry sky and the moonlit night...

Step-by-step work, the last thing on the list is a luxurious mansion that is being burned after the shell attack.

"Heh, human beings." After watching the revolving lantern, the god of death couldn't help laughing and said, "Is the strength too strong to be eradicated?"

In the mansion, the master and servants, even two golden retrievers, one big and one small, were not spared. "Hehe... Why don't you change your job and open a funeral parlor, maybe you can make a fortune~"

After taking away the souls and revolving lanterns of all the creatures in the mansion, he raised his hand and threw them into the air, and all the files were filed in the Death God Library, "Ah~ it's over again."

Carrying his shimmering silver death scythe, he walked slowly to the door of the mansion, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange. Relying on that faint breath, he turned his head slightly towards the blazing fire on the east side of the mansion. Glancing at the house, looking through the flames burning on the outer wall, I clearly saw a little girl standing in front of the large French windows.

That is, a child about five years old, with a thin body, a fair face, neat bangs, short black hair that reaches the ears, and wearing white pajamas.It must have been a disaster for her that such a big event happened at home, but such a small child didn't cry or panic, just stood in front of the window expressionlessly, looking at the full moon in the sky, those eyes The seemingly lifeless light brown pupils seem to hide a lot of information.

"Oh~? So it's not all gone, there's still a child left~" Death squinted at her. When he was working just now, he didn't find the breath of the living, and then he looked back. Anyway, all of this is different from him. nothing to do...

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"Dumb—" A neighing sound passed through the dark night, and a pure black crow landed on a dead tree branch, its scarlet eyes fixed on that petite person.

Demons, feed on human souls, lure human beings to make a contract with them to satisfy their own desires.

Human beings are easily seduced. When they stand in front of the hellish abyss of despair, if there is a spider silk that can escape from there, they will definitely hold on tightly.

"What a beautiful look, come~call me, in exchange for your soul, I can fulfill all your wishes." The ghostly voice passed through all obstacles and entered the girl's mind.

The girl was a little dazed. Affected by the sound, she accurately saw the scarlet eyes of a crow on the opposite branch.

"Oh, that's amazing, this crow can talk." The girl said in a flat voice with no expression on her face, and she turned her head to look at the pendulum clock on the desk, "It's time, it's time to go to bed Go to sleep."

With heavy steps, the girl drew the heavy curtains on both sides, turned away from the floor-to-ceiling windows, poured hot water into the washbasin to wash her face and hands, then obediently climbed onto the bed, covered herself with a quilt obediently, and lay down. Glancing at her only doll beside the pillow, a silver-gray bunny bunny, the girl closed her eyes and said calmly, "Good night." Then fell asleep as quickly as possible.

The crow (demon) on the branch is the first time he has encountered such a thing: "He is really a strange child, but—"

What would such a soul taste like?

The god of death is also idle at this time, and he changed his mind when he sensed the arrival of the devil. He leaned against the door of the mansion, and couldn't help laughing after hearing the girl's reply: "Hehe, this is really an interesting child."

Grim Reaper felt the changes in the death list in his hand. After opening it, he saw the photos and notes on it. Grim Reaper looked at the empty window again, showing an unknown smile.

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The house outside is being burned, and the temperature inside is gradually rising.

At the same time as the crow disappeared from the branches, a slender figure appeared in the girl's bedroom, standing leisurely in the center of the bedroom.

The furnishings in the house are not like ordinary aristocratic children's rooms full of toys and dolls.The many empty hooks on the wall indicate that the paintings hanging on them have been removed, and all that remains are a set of high-end oil painting tools, easels and paintings waiting to dry beside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

These paintings recorded in detail the scene from nightfall, when a large group of mercenaries rushed into the mansion, then killed and tortured, and then evacuated.

The devil walked to the corner, picked up one of the paintings of the massacre scene, looked at the sleeping girl lying on the bed sweating and breathing weakly, and said with a good mood, "Humans are really interesting creatures. "

"Yeah, this little guy is really good at drawing."

Another voice sounded from somewhere in the room. The Grim Reaper lay on the bed with his head propped on one hand, and waved at the demon with the list in his other hand, "Yo! The little one is already on my list, so please go find someone else, oh yes, I will trouble you to leave quietly again like you just appeared quietly."

"Hmph, a soul without any desire, pursuit, or pain is really too plain." But people are interesting.The sound disappeared, and so did the demon.

The Grim Reaper looked at the list that the management department had just sent back, on which was the name of the girl's photo and other notes. After closing the list, he stared at the girl who was sleeping with frowning brows and her breathing gradually weakened. He poked the pale little face with his nails and muttered, "Is it really okay to be so small?"

The note on the list said, let him bring this little guy back to the Death Management Department.

The girl who was about to lose consciousness could still feel someone poking her face, she slowly opened her eyes and looked sideways, only to see a silver-haired man with blue-gold pupils lying on his side, seeing her awake and looking at her with a smile she.

Before the man with good facial features was ready to say anything, the girl asked softly: "Uncle, are you here to pick up my god of death? How long do I have—"

Reaper kept smiling, raised his hand and patted the girl's forehead vigorously, "Hmm! Kid, it's not an uncle, it's the super handsome Oni-chan~" He opened the list again and said, "It turns out there are still 3 minutes, but Ni Sauce just flicked you lightly, so there is 1 minute left~"

"Oh, I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, it doesn't matter a few minutes earlier." The girl closed her eyes again, waiting to die.

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