crazy cat angel

At night, thick darkness began to cover the land of the empire.

Seraphim's apartment was finally quiet. Even though he didn't like quietness, he still had strict requirements on the environment when he slept.

The golden and red curtains embroidered with thorn flowers cover the large floor-to-ceiling windows, blocking the bleak moonlight with strange tree shadows outside. In the bedroom, the long and regular breathing sinks between the pillows and mattresses.

The tranquility a night should have.

But soon the tranquility was broken by a black figure slowly approaching the window. A pale palm pressed against the cold glass surface, first gently caressed, then tapped, and finally turned into a violent slap.

bang bang bang!

Noisy, no doubt, the Seraphim, who had a very light sleep, was awakened, like a snake that had just finished hibernation, his body temperature was not enough for him to spit out his message excitedly to hunt again, so he chose to half-close his eyes to admire the wonderful snake. Shows brought by courtesy visitors.

bang bang bang ——!

The more violent sound almost made people think that the hard glass was about to be smashed, Seraphim moved the pillow to make himself more comfortable.

Maybe he should turn on the music and give the excited gentleman some accompaniment?

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!

There was a quick beat, and then a sudden dead silence.

The curtains were still hanging quietly, the moonlight was still dim, but the black figure was gone outside the window.

It's a pretty crude prank...

In his case, at least a bonfire party would be added outside, and if he was lucky, he might even have a barbecue.While thinking about it, Seraphim rubbed the quilt and retracted into the quilt again.

……

Dawn always comes, even if it is not so bright sometimes.

On a cloudy day, Seraphim fell into bed. The weather was very suitable for spending time in bed, but the other two members of the demolition team didn't seem to think so, or they felt that Seraph's bed was relatively high-end and comfortable.

Anyway, Darren and Norris dropped by with a message.

"Hey, do you know that Heller is dead? He committed suicide and stabbed a dagger through his hollow eye socket." Norris gestured with his finger in front of his eyes. Speaking of which, he made Heller The main murderer who went blind.

Darren waved his hand impatiently, "So, don't bother Seraphim with such boring news."

He was worried that the seraphim would suddenly take an interest in that Helle, even though it was dead.

But it seemed that it was these two unconscious guys who bothered the Seraphim. No, in fact, they were also very conscious, sharing the Seraphim's bed without invitation.

But the Seraphim didn't mind this, the only thing he cared about was boredom, interest was the proof of his life, and a boring life was equal to death.

"Well, any other interesting information or advice? I don't think I will leave my dear big bed today."

The seraphim wrapped his quilt tightly to avoid being snatched. Of course Darren and Norris were not that greedy, they just needed to sit next to the seraph.

"Let's play the game. There is still one level left in the last battle between the brave and the brave." Norris took out the game console of the same model as the Seraphim.

Darren directly called up the projection screen, "Of course I have to watch the fighting teaching. This is my heroic honor in the virtual fighting arena. I can guarantee that you, Seraph, will like me after watching it."

"No, play games!"

"I said watch the video!"

……

The final argument stopped when the seraphim's breathing became even and slow, and the two lay on the side and stared at someone who had fallen asleep.

"Like a kitten's purr, right?"

"I don't contradict you on this point."

It was a rare and ordinary day. While staring at Seraphim, the two visitors seemed to be infected by the drowsiness virus. Even though they slept well the night before, they still slowly closed their eyes on the soft bed. The three of them That's how I slept until night fell.

But not everyone can open their eyes again.

Darren opened his eyes, and he saw that the extravagant golden and red curtains were half drawn, and in front of the exposed French windows, Seraphim stood quietly with his back to him.

There was a pair of snow-white wings spread out beside him, and the faintly golden feathers fluttered down, but suddenly a splash of dark red liquid dripped along the lines of the wings, forming a pool of red on the ground.

Holy and spooky.

This picture made Darren's dormant brain wake up faster. He blinked and took a closer look. There was something hanging in front of the Seraph, and the pair of wings seemed to fit the Seraph very well because of the angle. .

He got up and walked over. The closer he got, the more obvious the astonishment in his expression became.

Norris was dead, hanged, tongue sticking out, incontinent fluid still dripping down his trousers.

It was clearly a murder, because parts of his back had been inserted into his back that were not part of a human body, and the wings had clamped into his shoulder blades like a part being forced onto another toy.

"Seraphim, are you okay?" Darren's first reaction was to appease someone who seemed to be frightened.

Seraphim just pinched the thing in his hand and was in a daze.

It's a thrill to have this happen in your own apartment, especially when you unwrap a gift in the palm of your hand and find that the carton contains an eyeball in a delicate glass bottle soaked in formalin, The long optic nerve swirls leisurely to say hello.

Brown pupils like Helle, could it be the ghost's revenge?Hehe~

"Looks like someone wants to play a game with me, an impolite player."

Seraphim shook the bottle up and down, and then stuck it in front of his eyes. From time to time, his pupils met with the little guest in the bottle. When the silence subsided, silver gray and dark brown faced each other through a thin glass .

"But I declare, game over."

Seraphim never liked to follow other people's plans.

The glass bottle fell straight from the loosened fingers to the floor, and instead of shattering, it rolled slowly into the corner like a spray paint can.

"This is a warning, Seraphim, we should leave here now."

Darren quickly checked the doors and windows. His experience told him that they had been cracked before. This apartment was like a city that had been breached, allowing secret enemies to come in and out.

Seraphim didn't care about this, "I'm going to continue to finish my handwork, baby Lina is waiting for me."

Lina is the name Seraphim gave the unfinished T-9X explosive chip, as was the pregnant Mrs. Pig, and he seems to have a soft spot for the word Lina.

Well, no one can change Seraphim's decision. When he said that, it meant that he would continue to stay in the apartment where the dead body was hung.

Darren will not dissuade him, he will only follow the seraphim.

"But until then, let's take a picture together!"

Seraphim happily approached Norris, using him as the background to make a V comparison with his head tilted. Darren soon moved over, and he made two comparisons.

"V~~~"

Click, a very commemorative photo was born, and it will be pasted on Miss Lina's face.

The three-person blasting team still got together to carry out their plan, although one of them had already gone to hell in advance.

The twilight was dark, but the cloudy weather turned for the better at this time. The beautiful full moon hung on the branches, shining bright light through the window.

Under the shadow of the moon, the thorn flower curtains swayed slightly, and a corpse with wings dangled, as if it was about to rush to the moon. Outside the window, a pale palm left a shallow greeting on the glass.

"Seraphim..."

The call hidden in the darkness did not reach the ears of the owner of the name, although he did not intend for the Seraphim to hear and respond, the uninvited guest outside the window quietly turned and left, and his figure melted into the night again.