Undead Requiem

The "little birds" who were imprisoned in the cage were freed.The priests of Westminster Abbey on the north bank of the Thames took in these poor boys.

The teenagers in white robes look like holy white angels, but under the robes are bodies that have been trampled and left traces.Nicholas, who was crushed to death by the teenagers, was carried back by the London police.Detective Charles learned from the mouths of the teenagers that the damn fat pig had committed crimes.Now, their bodies and minds need to be baptized by God.

As for how they escaped from the cage, everyone was silent.

Detective Charles saw that the cages where the juveniles were held had been neatly sliced ​​open by a sharp weapon.This made him suspect that the person who rescued the boys was a powerful swordsman.

The body of the red-haired god of death, Ernest, was sent back to the death department.His death sparked speculation.Some even thought of the massacre about the god of death 200 years ago.

Wearing a monocle, the white long-haired Reaper Jeffrey inspected the red-haired Reaper's body. From his body, he saw two wounds, so he judged that he was killed by the Reaper's scythe.

Moreover, it was two different Death Scythes who attacked him.

In the sanctuary, he called all the gods of death together and said, "A moment of silence for Ernest." Then, he added, "Someone killed our companions. Not only that, but he also interfered with the work of the gods of death, and put human beings soul obliteration."

The gods of death were talking about it.

"He's provoking us!"

"The guy hiding in the dark, I will harvest his soul with my own hands."

"His existence is a disgrace to us."

Jeffrey raised his hand: "Quiet, quiet." The gods of death fell silent.He continued, "I need you to catch this man and take back the Death Scythe."

Then, let all grim reaper beware.Because they don't know the identity of the other party.Therefore, it is an easy animal to hunt.

After dismissing all the gods of death, Jeffrey and Walter walked to the file room.On the way, he said, "Poor Ernest. His smiling death expression told me he knew his killer."

Walter touched the sickle earring on his left ear and said, "Someone betrayed us."

Jeffrey seemed to have a headache: "If the traitor cannot be caught, it will be a disaster for us."

He believed that Walt, like him, did not want to see the death massacre 200 years ago.

Walter took off the sickle earring on his left ear and tossed it up, and the sickle earring turned into a death sickle.Holding the scythe firmly, he said, "Jeffrey, I will not let this disaster happen."

Then, with a flying leap, he left the God of Death Division and went to London to harvest the souls of the dead.

According to Willy, all painters who paint portraits of the dead are not true artists.No matter how realistic their paintings are, they are still not as good as a photographed portrait.

Therefore, from taking pictures of living people, he couldn't find inspiration, and turned to be a corpse photographer.He derives great satisfaction from taking pictures of the dead.Also because he dressed the dead as alive, he was welcomed by the families of the dead.

There is nothing more memorable than leaving a "living" photo after death.

Today, a mother sent her daughter who had just died."Mr Willie, I need a photo with my daughter," she cried.

Willie smiled and said, "Madam, your daughter must be very happy to be with you."

So Willy and the poor mother dressed up the little girl.They dressed her in her favorite dress and put on makeup.Then, Willy placed exquisite refreshments on the table for the mother and dead daughter to have a wonderful afternoon tea.

Facing Willie, he looked at his daughter who was sitting opposite him enjoying afternoon tea with him.Mother smiled.

With a "snap", the magnesium powder burned and emitted thick smoke.Thus, this beautiful picture of life and death was photographed by Willie.Then he took a few more pictures of the poor little girl.

Even in death, she looked beautiful.

The poor mother thanked him and paid a sum of money to wait for the next day when she came to pick up the picture.

At night, Willie hid in the photo room to develop photos.On the roof of his house, there is a black-clothed god of death holding a scythe waiting for the next human death.

The scorching summer is about to pass, and the children in the poorhouse are lucky to escape the summer epidemic.When Whitman went out to buy bread again, he met Sarah, who had grown up in a poorhouse.This 15-year-old woman was forced to leave the poorhouse to live alone, because she couldn't find a good family to marry and couldn't find a good job.Three years later, he finally became a gangster and survived by selling his body.And got pregnant and had several abortions.

And it was an old witch who helped them to have abortions.She used a hook to penetrate the woman's penis, and hooked out the formed and unformed fetuses.

Once, when Whitman passed outside the old witch's house, he was frightened by the screams from inside.But because of his curiosity, he secretly leaned on the window to watch the old witch give her an abortion.

He will never forget the bloody scene, as well as the drawn out, formed fetus.They hung on the hooks, moved a bit, and then never moved again.

Whitman was so frightened that he fell to the ground, the old witch came out and grabbed him and taught him viciously: "Damn it, you should be crucified and repent of your sins of living." Then, she threw the man away.

Whitman ran away without looking back.

Some of the orphans in the poorhouse were abandoned by poor couples.Some of them were thrown inside after giving birth.But the harsh Dean Eva is unwilling to pay more money for the poor little ones.Therefore, only about 25 children are admitted.Once the children grow up to 15 years old, she will be kicked out, and new orphans will be added later.Therefore, once the number of children abandoned to the poorhouse exceeds the number, she either calls the police and asks the London police to take the children away, or sends the children to the church.

On the way to buy bread with a basket, Sarah stopped him.

"Whitman."

Whitman stopped, turned his head, and saw Sarah leaning against the wall, sickly, with messy hair and thin body with sunken eyes.

God forsaken this gentle woman.

When Whitman stepped forward, Sarah showed an ugly smile, and she held his hand with only bones left: "Whitman, I'm dying."

Whitman's amber-like eyes showed a sad expression: "Sarah, there is something I can do for you."

Sarah smiled: "Dear Whitman, after I die, will you remember me?"

Whitman nodded: "Of course."

Sarah looked a little happy: "Whitman, you are a kind child. May God protect you."

These abandoned orphans are children abandoned by God.Shouldn't have lived, but survived.Then, what awaits them is a hell-like ordeal.

"Whitman, I want a photo, a posthumous photo. But I can't afford the photo." Tears flowed from her dying eyes.

Before she was alive, she was not beautiful.

She wanted to be beautiful again after death.

Whitman held her hand instead: "Dear Sarah, I will grant your wish."

The woman cried: "Thank you, shallow love Whitman."

After that, Whitman continued to buy bread with the basket in hand.After watching him leave, Sarah looked up at the gray sky.In this city shrouded in fog all day long, when I think of it, there is nothing worth remembering... Ah, there is more.She remembered that when she was still in the poorhouse, she also had a beautiful smile.Later, she grew up and left there.Since then, she has completely lost her smile and beautiful memories.

Back at the poorhouse, Whitman took out a jar from under the bed, which contained the money he had saved.These sums add up to only 35 shillings.With the money, he came to Willy's shop.Then, put 35 shillings on the table and say, "Mr Willie, I want to take a picture of a woman who is dying."

Willie smiled and said, "My dear, this amount of money is not enough to pay for the photo shoot."

Whitman struggled.It is obviously too late to go to the pier to do coolies now.

Looking at the troubled look on the boy's face with freckles, Willy said kindly, "However, I am willing to work for the beautiful lady. I will accept the 35 shillings."

Whitman smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Willie."

Whitman told Sarah the good news, and Sarah smiled in relief when she heard it.

From that day on, Whitman would visit Sarah every day.Even, in the bread that Dean Eva gave them, he broke off half of his own bread and hid it, and then gave it to Sarah to eat.

Swallowing the bread with difficulty, Sarah had a premonition that her time was running out.Because, at night, she would see the Grim Reaper with a scythe flying across the sky of the Eastern District, and she could also see the demons sneaking into the dark depths.

There is a rumor in London that only those who are about to die will see the god of death and demons.

And seeing the god of death, she will soon be harvested and separated from the body by the god of death with a sickle, and then sent to hell.

"Whitman, can you stay with me tonight?" Sarah asked with a smile.

"Of course," Whitman said.

Sarah knew she was going to die.

At night, after all the lights in the poorhouse were extinguished, Whitman lit the kerosene lamp and walked out of the poorhouse carrying the lamp.But at the door, he met Dean Eva.

"Whitman, you can't save anyone." Obviously, Dean Eva knew that he was sending food to Sarah in a short time.

Whitman nodded. "Yes, Dean. But Sarah needs me."

A boy with brown hair, amber eyes, and freckles on his face, very gentle.

Dean Eva said: "God will not favor everyone. This Christmas, you are 14 years old and you have one year left. At that time, your choice will determine whether you will become a villain or a bakery. The store manager." After speaking, Dean Eva left.

Get out of the poorhouse smoothly.At night, London, soaked in thick fog, seems to be hiding monsters that appear at any time.Therefore, few children go out late at night.

Passing by a lamplighter, Whitman came to the alley, and he saw Sarah.

Sarah, whose consciousness was chaotic, saw a glimmer of light.She said, "Is that you, Whitman?"

Whitman put down the kerosene lamp and sat beside her, holding her hand: "Yes."

Sarah leaned on Whitman: "Dear Whitman, tell me the story of the past."

"Ok."

So Whitman talked about Sarah's time in the poorhouse before she was 15 years old.

Even though Dean Eva was a miserly old woman, in retrospect, their happiest memory was that little poorhouse.Older kids, take care of younger kids.Younger kids trust older kids unconditionally.

Whitman remembers Sarah holding him and comforting the crying child.She always has an angelic smile on her face.The kids all adore her.

But now, what killed her?

poverty?hunger?disease?

Or did she kill herself?

Oh no.

It was this awful city that killed her.

Whitman talked about her childhood, and Sarah listened quietly.At the moment when the kerosene lamp went out and the sky dawned, Sarah's hand dropped and she lost her breath.

Whitman picked Sarah up on his back with difficulty and left the East End, heading for Willie's store.

The god of death in black standing on the roof of Willy knew that the soul to be harvested today was coming when he saw the young man carrying the dead woman on his back.

Just after dawn, Willie heard a knock on the door.It was the boy who commissioned him to take pictures a few days ago.Looking at the woman who just died behind him, Willy's eyes lit up.He took the corpse: "My dear, don't worry. I will take the most beautiful photos of her."

"Thank you, Mr. Willie."

"Now, let's clean her body first, and then put her in a beautiful dress."

Willie is a competent photographer.His hands perfectly dressed Sarah as a noble and beautiful lady.Afterwards, Willie sat her down in a chair for the photo shoot.

After taking three pictures in a row, Willie asked Whitman to go upstairs to get the flowers.Willie looked greedy as Whitman went upstairs to fetch flowers.He opened his mouth and stuck out his long tongue to lick Sarah's body.

"What a delicious soul." He admired.

These newly dead corpses can eat their souls before the god of death arrives.In this way, the god of death could not find him.You know, in order to be able to eat the delicious soul, he took away the human body and pretended to be a photographer.

Over the past year, using this body, those stupid humans have sent him a lot of delicious souls.

There is no demon who does not like to eat human souls.

Willy was drooling, deep in the hand of the devil, and when he tried to pull the remaining soul out of Sarah's body and eat it, a sickle swung.

He quickly jumped back and leaned against the wall to have a look.

Oh, it's the damn black death!

Walter, holding a sickle, showed a cruel smile: "A demon in human skin is really ugly."

The devil became angry with embarrassment: "Damn Death, I will kill you today!" Then, he opened the human body, revealing his true colors.

Withered wings, withered body, sharp nails and teeth, and greedy blood-colored eyes.He lunged at Walt.Walter spun the death scythe in his hand to block his attack, then swung it and cut his wing.The demon, who couldn't fly smoothly, flew upstairs to avoid the fate of being cut by the sickle in the next moment.

Upstairs, Whitman found flowers for the photo.As he went downstairs, there were sounds of fighting downstairs.Just as he was looking at what was going on, the injured demon flew up.He dropped the flower in his hand in fright: "Evil... devil!"

Seeing him, the demon, who didn't want to reveal his identity, stretched out his claws to kill Whitman.But the death god in black behind him had already caught up.

The sickle swung across, and the demon let out a scream.

Blood spattered on Whitman's body, and then fell to the ground. The truncated body crawled a few times, and then lost its breath.

Whitman backed away in horror, and Walt floated in front of Whitman with a scythe in his hand, and then held out his hand.

Willy, who took pictures of the dead, died.Detective Charles came to the scene of the crime and found that Willie had exploded to death, as if something had been propped from his body, and then "bang" and exploded.On the spot, a piece of minced meat.Poor Willie seemed to have been smashed into pieces by a demon.

In the messy upstairs, he smelled a strong smell of blood and rancidity, which was disgusting, but he didn't see any other corpses.On the ground, a bouquet of flowers fell.

It's really beautiful.

Back downstairs, through the last photo he took, he found a man who died of illness.And it was Whitman, a young man from the poor house in the East End, who sent him to take pictures.

So, he came to the poorhouse to find the boy.

Under the tree in the poorhouse, the gentle boy was playing with other children.

Whitman had a disturbed look on his face when he learned that the London police were investigating Willie's death.Detective Charles comforted: "My child, God is protecting you."

Whitman clasped his hands together and prayed, and then opened his amber eyes: "Mr. Detective, when Mr. Willie was taking pictures of Sarah, his body suddenly exploded. I took Sarah with me because of fear." Pull left the photo studio."

Such unimaginable things came out of the boy's mouth, and Detective Charles actually believed the boy's words.

"Mr. Detective, could it be that the devil killed Mr. Willie?" the boy asked uneasily.

Detective Charles said comfortingly: "Maybe you are wrong. Thank you, Whitman."

Detective Charles leaves the poorhouse after receiving puzzling information from a teenager.After he's gone, Whitman looks up at the black-clothed Grim Reaper on the poorhouse.

He is still there.

He said his name was Walter.

He exposes his trick of pretending not to see him.

Why didn't you kill him?What a strange man, does he know that he has a scythe hidden on his body, so he is watching him?No, no, this scythe must not be handed over to the God of Death.

Hands, involuntarily placed on the chest.

Death on the roof of the poorhouse looked at him, and he averted his eyes, and went on playing with the children.

The autumn wind blew through Walter's black hair, and the sickle earring on his left ear fluttered with the wind.

I don't know when the fog over London will dissipate.