Undead Requiem

If it weren't for Detective Charles, the head of the poorhouse and the children would be the ghosts of "Bob the Butcher".As a result, they received donations from well-wishers.

Warm quilts and clothes, and wheat-scented flour.

When the winter's first snowfall came, Whitman and the others filled the yard with lumber.Along with the cold weather, people in the city of London kept burning black coals to keep warm, which also caused the fog in the whole city to become thicker.

The children in the poorhouse were excited on the first snow day.Even if the falling snowflakes change color very quickly.

"Whitman, after leaving the poorhouse, what kind of work will you do?" The children asked Whitman, who was about to turn 14 years old.In the auditorium, firewood was burning in the fireplace, and the whole auditorium looked warm.

Because, in another year, he will leave the poorhouse to find a way to survive.In the final year, Dean Eva will give the children who are about to leave the freedom to think about what kind of job they want to find.

Listening to the children's questions, Whitman thought about it seriously.It seemed like he never thought about what he was going to do after leaving the poorhouse?

Before Whitman could answer, the kids chirped about what they wanted to be when they grew up.

"I want to be the same as Arnold, hoping that some noble lords will hire me to be a gardener in their luxurious mansion."

"I want to be the manager of a bakery so I can have endless bread."

"I want to be a painter."

"I want to be a playwright."

"I want to be a cop like Detective Charles."

The dreams of poorhouse orphans are unrealistic.They have neither money nor a good education.So, after leaving the poorhouse, they became longshoremen or coolies on other farms.

That night, Whitman tossed and turned sleeplessly.For the rest of the year, he had to earn a fortune for himself so that he could rent a room and work after leaving the poorhouse.

As Christmas approaches, the cold street windows are decorated with confetti and Christmas trees.On the street, the noble ladies who are keen on dressing up, even if the snowflakes that fall on the ground are soaked into black, they must maintain their nobility and walk carefully avoiding the snow water.

Drury Street in the West End of London not only has the Royal Opera House, but also various galleries.This place is accessible to those with the most distinguished status.Here, you can see distinguished gentlemen and beautiful ladies everywhere.

When he walked out of the gallery, the painting that Albert was carrying in his arms was gone, replaced by £5.Taking the money he just got, Albert went to the tavern to drink a few glasses of wine.

In the tavern, someone is discussing the latest works of the great and talented painter Steffen.This upset Albert.So, he came to his birthplace, the dirty East End of London.

Here, he is like a bum, no one knows he has £5 hidden in his pocket.When he passed the poorhouse, through the railing, he saw the orphans playing in the snow in the yard.

These children are smiling like angels.They don't know that the angels that live in their bodies, once they grow, die.Without the guardianship of angels, they become as dirty as adults.

"Alvette, please take care of this painting."

A small room full of paints and paintings.Steffen, the most famous painter in London, came to Albert's rented room.An order was given to him.

He needs a pair of "angel feathers".When he completes the painting, he will be paid a fee.

"This is the commission." Steffen left the £5 and left the room that made him hate it.

Picking up the commission, Albert sneered: "When those nobles who consider themselves noble know that Steffen's paintings are all made by me, a lowly commoner, what kind of expression will they have?"

He couldn't help fantasizing.

At that time, Steffen will be ruined and kicked out of the noble circle.And he couldn't stay in London any longer.Pick up a brush and start painting.

——What a beautiful and ugly angel.

—Oh, he wanted to slit the angel's stomach with a knife.

Early in the morning, Dean Eva asked Whitman to buy colored paper and bells for Christmas.This stingy old woman warned him not to buy any candies. If he dared to spend money recklessly, he would not be able to escape her eyes.

But he knew that every Christmas Eve, Dean Eva would leave small gifts in the socks on the children's beds.Although these things are not expensive.

With the money, Whitman left the poorhouse and traveled across London's East End to the most prosperous high street.

The god of death in black who has been following him, like an annoying old man, hasn't appeared for several days.He guessed that he was tired of him, so he didn't want to waste any more precious time on him.

Thank God, it couldn't be better.

Turn one block.Something, fell from the sky and fell on his hair.He reached out and wiped it with a blood-red hand.He looked up - it was an angel.

An angel tangled in thorns and hanging on the wall with white wings growing from its back.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of her lips, and her eyes were looking up at the sky.The clean body was entwined with thorns, and the thorns of the thorns pierced her body, causing the blood to flow down slowly, dripping down her ankles, and dripping on Whitman.

Whitman's pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth to scream.

Soon, this "work of art" attracted more and more people to watch.People marvel at the angel imprisoned by thorns, and some regard it as the greatest work of art.

Detective Charles came with someone to get the murdered woman down.Her identity was quickly found out.This poor girl is a certain noble lady.Her death caused her mother to faint on the spot and her father to cry bitterly.

Albert quickly painted "Angel Wings" for Steffen.It's a pity that his new work, "Angel Trapped in Thorns" on the street, didn't attract much attention.

Steffen was very dissatisfied with being robbed of the limelight, so he came to Albert's studio again.He complained: "Albert, you painted a failed painting, but this is something that can be forgiven. Therefore, if you can paint a more perfect and excellent painting. You will get more."

Albert replied with a numb face: "Yes sir, I will definitely draw better paintings for you."

Steffen patted him on the shoulder, and said with a threatening tone: "Albert, don't forget, I gave you everything you have in London. Without me, you are just a lowly tramp You can't even afford a piece of bread." After speaking, he left Albert's studio.

The cold winter wind poured in through the window.Holding a paintbrush, Albert was unable to write for a long time.

He stood up and headed for the East End again.

The poorhouse bought a small Christmas tree and hung confetti and bells in the auditorium.These things are enough to keep the kids happy.

Then, Dean Eva ordered Whitman to take the money and go to a farmer outside London to buy two turkeys and cook a sumptuous dinner for Christmas.

They couldn't afford the turkeys sold in London.If you can buy cheaper turkey from farmers outside the city, you can save a lot of money.

Poor Whitman, did not get money.Dean Eva believes that more things should not be wasted on him.Therefore, you can only walk.

From morning to afternoon, they went door to door asking if there were any farmers willing to sell their turkeys.But what's more, I have to keep my family buddies for Christmas Eve.

He bought a turkey from a bad old man who lost his teeth.After thanking him, he carried the turkey on his back and went door to door asking if he would sell him a turkey.

Poor Whitman managed to buy a second turkey when the sky was completely dark in the gloom.With two turkeys tied up, one on his back and one in his arms, Whitman returned to London.

It's scary to be stuck in the dark of winter, to hear the smiles of demons waiting for you to stumble into the Thames and drown, and then eat your soul.

This feeling is scary.Because Whitman could see demons flying over his head from time to time.These horrible guys are always lurking in the dark waiting for an opportunity to snatch delicious souls from the hands of death.

After finally walking on London Bridge, the city of London, which was engulfed in black mist, looked even more frightened.At night, the lamplighter is like a haunted ghost, appearing and disappearing again.And the street lamps that were originally silent also emitted light because they were lit.

But because of the fog, the street lamps with extremely low brightness looked even more weird.

Passing through the city of London, it suddenly snowed in the sky, and gradually heard the sound of carriages and horses.Whitman's tense heart was also relieved.

Entering London, the voice of the city came to my ears.

It seems that there are two worlds inside and outside.

On the way back to the poorhouse, Whitman heard faint gunshots and strange laughter.He knew that such a weird business would be accompanied by bad things.

However, he went to see it anyway.

In an alley, he saw a grinning man making art out of living people.The voice of the woman under his control became lower and lower.At the moment of dying, she saw Whitman and showed a distressed expression.

But Whitman was frightened, because above her head floated a long-haired Grim Reaper.

In the end, she lowered her head, and the long-haired death scythe swung across, cutting off the connection between the soul and the corpse.

One night later, somewhere in the city of London, another great work of art was born.

A woman whose stomach grows the flower of death, which wraps around her and makes her look like a beautiful Flora.

Once again Steffen was furious, once again being robbed of the limelight of his great painter.He found Albert in an extremely bad mood, and accused him hysterically: "Albert, you made me lose face."

Now, when the aristocrats discuss art again, they will no longer discuss him.It's the damn, inexplicable "Murder of Art."It embarrassed him.

"It's because you didn't seriously and perfectly draw better works that you made that damned cheap 'work of art' a talking point in their mouths." Steffen's expression was like an angry mouse.

Bitter and mean.

Albert apologized and said: "Mr. Steffen, I'm sorry, next time, I will definitely draw better works."

Steffen knew that he couldn't lose him until he couldn't find the next person to replace Albert.So, throwing out a pound, he said softly, "Albert, you don't have much time. This is your commission this time, and if you don't draw something better, I'll drive you out of London altogether. "

After speaking, the arrogant man left.

Facing the blank canvas, Albert's mind went blank.

Putting down his paintbrush, he headed to the East End again.

The second murdered woman appeared. Like the previous woman, she was made into a work of art by the murderer.There is no doubt that the murderer is most likely engaged in an art-related industry.

Detective Charles decided to investigate those involved.

The gentleman was standing outside the poorhouse looking at them again.This time, there was a long-haired Grim Reaper beside him, and Whitman knew that he was about to die.So he stepped forward and said, "Good afternoon, sir."

Albert looked at the amber-eyed, freckled boy and said, "Good afternoon."

"My name is Whitman."

"I'm Albert."

Although Dean Eva forbade them to let people in casually, but the dean was not there at this time.Therefore, Whitman invited Albert to the poorhouse.

A log fire burned in the auditorium's fireplace, keeping it warm inside.As soon as Albert sat down, a child with an innocent face brought him hot water.

Picking up the cup and taking a sip, his cold body instantly became extremely warm.

Thanked the kids and tried to get them some presents but found nothing.Then Whitman said, "I don't know what Mr. Albert does?"

The other kids were curious too.

Albert smiled and said, "I'm a painter."

The children's eyes widened: "Mr. Albert is amazing!"

Admired by children, admired, envied.Albert, who had never expected from others, felt something different at that moment.

What an angel, kids.

Albert laughed.

It wasn't until Dean Eva came back that Albert was kicked out by the broom.Whitman, on the other hand, was given a severe lesson.Watching Whitman being taught a lesson, Albert left the poorhouse with a smile.

This seemingly ordinary but attractive boy made an appointment with him to see his paintings.

The next day, Whitman came to Albert's studio to see his paintings as scheduled.Looking at the gorgeous paintings, Whitman showed a puzzled expression: "Is this really a painting by Mr. Albert?"

Albert was stunned by Whitman's words, and then showed an embarrassing expression.

These are all paintings according to Steffen's request.

Whitman went on laughing and said, "I want to see Mr. Albert's real paintings."

Albert showed a confused expression: "My real painting..."

Whitman nodded: "Mr. Albert's real paintings may be able to move people."

After viewing the painting, Whitman bid farewell and left the studio.

What do I want?

In order to survive in London, he became Steffen's running dog.No one knows that under the true face of Steffen, who is regarded as a great painter, it is his ghostwriting.This picture was drawn according to Steffen's request.

This is also... what he hates.

Steffen likes nobility and splendor.So let him paint beautiful ladies, rich celebrities, holy priests, and spotless angels.

These made him feel irritable, and even had the urge to destroy.This depression made him feel extremely painful.But I had to be patient.

How can I get rid of this pain?

Oh, right.

Use alcohol to numb your spirit, and then fall asleep, so you don't have to worry about anything.

On the street late at night, the little nobleman who was fighting against his mother escaped from his home.For him, his mother's preference for his younger brother undoubtedly made him angry.Therefore, he punishes his mother for neglecting him.In this way, the younger brother can no longer wrest the mother's love from himself.

drink!Late-night London was annoying...and frightening for him.Of course, he couldn't show his fearful side.Because, my father said, he was a man.

Seeing the dim street, the little noble decided to go that way.

He didn't know that behind him, there was a man following him, a man with scissors in his hand.The expression on this man's face was scarier than the devil.

And the long-haired Grim Reaper followed behind the man.

Tonight may be the day of the little nobleman's death.Or maybe it's the end of a man.

When he stepped into the dark alley, someone stopped him.

"Mr. Albert."

He turned around and saw a freckled teenager with amber eyes.

"Who are you?" The crazy Albert showed a daunting expression.

"Sure enough, Mr. Albert, who was born at night, doesn't remember me." Whitman said with a smile.

He remembered that on the way back from buying turkeys outside the city, he met the man who murdered and made "work of art", it was Albert.This man who often stands outside the poorhouse with a sad face.

day and night.

Because of Steffen's oppression, at night, he evolved another personality.This personality is ruthless and cruel.Albert didn't even know the existence of this personality.

Albert looked unkind: "Boy, do you want to interfere with me?"

Whitman is not afraid of his violence: "No, I just want to wake up the real Mr. Albert."

Albert laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha..." Then, he reached out and grabbed Whitman's neck, "You should regret meeting me tonight."

Whitman grabbed Albert's hand in discomfort, his face was blue due to lack of oxygen: "Ah... what does Mr. Albert really want? What are you running away from? Albert He is obviously a great artist who can create shocking paintings, but why did he paint such ugly paintings? Please wake up! I believe that Mr. Albert must... must be able to..."

Slowly, Whitman lost the itch.

Listening to his words, Albert had a splitting headache.

"Shut up! Shut up, little bastard!"

Albert threw Whitman out before he was completely unconscious.Then, he knelt in the snow and yelled heartbreakingly: "Ah——"

The long-haired Grim Reaper looked at Albert.

This sad man who was born for others finally came to his senses.

And the person who saved him was the young man who was freed and breathed heavily.

Taking out the book of the dead, the long-haired Grim Reaper found that Albert's life had changed.This kind of thing that shouldn't happen happened.

Who is this boy?

"I..." Albert knelt in the snow after waking up, crying, "God, what the hell am I doing... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

When Steffen came to Albert's house to pick up the painting again, the other party did not open the door.He said angrily, "This bastard must have been drinking."

The next day, he came again.Albert still didn't open the door.So, he knocked hard on the door and said, "Damn Albert, open the door for me quickly."

But the people inside did not open the door.

In the room, as if he didn't hear Steffen's voice, Albert was painting on the canvas with a smile on his face.

He painted orphans in the poorhouse, prostitutes in the East End of London, poor women waiting for their husbands, drunkards freezing to death on the side of the road, dead bodies drifting on the Thames...

A month later, Steffen decided to find another painter to paint for him and drove Albert out of London.But when he brought people to Albert's house, it was already empty.

In a gallery in the West End of London, Albert sold all the paintings he had painted in the past month to the gallery dealer.The art dealer was shocked when he saw his paintings.And decided to hold an exhibition for him in the gallery.

But after receiving the money, Albert left London with his brushes and canvases on his back.

On Christmas Eve, the poorhouse received a gift.

This gift is a painting, inside the painting, are the children and the harsh Abbot Eva, and the nun Emma.Seeing the painting, Dean Eva wanted to throw it away in disgust, but the children stopped her.Finally, helplessly hung on the wall of the auditorium.

Looking at the painting, Whitman said with a smile: "It's beautiful."

After getting Albert's paintings, the shrewd art dealer held an exhibition.People who came to visit the exhibition and were accustomed to seeing beautiful and empty portraits were shocked by the vitality of the paintings. They seemed to be able to speak, telling their own heavy stories.

Some people covered their mouths and shed tears.

Albert became famous all over London, and people rushed to buy his paintings and inquire about him, but he has disappeared in the city.

Steffen found a new painter, but it was a greedy one.Because he was dissatisfied with Steffen's low salary, he exposed Steffen as a person who pursues vanity and can't draw.

This truth caused a sensation in the entire circle of high society.People can't accept the fact that the works they collect are liars who can't paint.

So, prosecuted Steffen, a liar, and sent him to prison.

Detective Charles fails to catch the killer "The Artist."This mysterious murderer suddenly appeared and then disappeared suddenly.

Because of the change in Albert's life, the long-haired Reaper returned to the Death Department to report to Jeffrey. On the way, he met an acquaintance.Then, the acquaintance suddenly took out a sickle and killed him when he was unaware.

Before he died, he showed the same expression as the red-haired Grim Reaper.

Then, it fell from the sky.