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Chapter 22 Disaster Comes

After Alex brought the two of them here, there was nothing else.

He should have turned to leave, but hesitated, and stopped Bryce and Sheedy again.

"But you have to remember." Although he couldn't see his expression clearly through the mask, his voice was obviously hesitant, "It's nothing else to live here, but if you hear some...strange sounds at night, don't Go downstairs and check."

Sidi's eyes lit up.

"What will happen after seeing it?" he asked, "What's downstairs?"

Alex: "..."

Alex always felt that the young man seemed to be too interested in this, and for a while regretted that he had said so much.

For some very personal reasons, he didn't really want others to know the real situation here, so he said vaguely: "It's nothing...it doesn't happen every time. Anyway, as long as you don't worry about it, you will be fine."

"You two won't stay here for too long, right?" The doctor with the bird-head mask took a step back, and finally warned, "I'll come back later to deliver food, just remember—don't take anyone but me. What people handed you."

That's all Alex said. It was obviously his territory, but he left first, and there was some urgency in his back.

Like being chased by a monster.

Xidi didn't find out what she wanted to know, and concluded disappointedly: "He ran away."

There are shelves everywhere in the room left for them, and the goods are some rattan handicrafts, but they have not been taken away.

Bryce entered the room first, released two magic circles, and a small hurricane swept away some dust in the corner: "Maybe he has a reason why he can't tell us."

The child was not interested in the reason of the bird head man, walked up the stairs leading to the second floor, and asked again: "Why does he wear that mask all the time? Is it to protect himself?"

The plague doctor's mask is made of leather and stuffed with herbs that filter every breath of the wearer.

Although it can play a protective role, it must be stuffy and hot, and it has a strange smell, so it must be very uncomfortable to wear.

There were no patients in the city, and if Alex was just wandering the streets, it would be too cautious to dress like this.

"He's a doctor, so it's normal to be careful." Brace said, "If you're concerned, you might as well ask him next time you see him."

Sidi complained softly: "I don't know what he looks like..."

weirdo.

Once again making a conclusion for the epidemic doctor in her heart, Xidi pushed open the only door on the second floor.

Upstairs is a single room.

The place is not small, there are two beds placed side by side, and some facilities to guarantee life, which have not been taken away, but there are not many traces of life.

The owner has been away for a long time.

But yes, with the current state of the city, it doesn't make sense for this store to continue to open.

The room was very dark. There were two large windows on the opposite side, but the curtains were drawn tightly. The thick green velvet blocked the daylight outside, leaving only a small gap. Furry light and shadow.

Bryce's identity as a "magician" was all used by him to do housework. Xidi thought it was interesting at first, and wanted to help, but unfortunately she was pushed away by the power of the elements after standing by for a while. Keep him out of the way.

The child shrugged, went to the window, and pulled the curtains aside.

The afternoon sun is bright but not glaring, and the view here is very good. Looking out of the window, you can have a panoramic view of the entire three-way intersection.

The shops on the side of the road are next to each other, and the cobblestone road is beautifully and neatly paved. There are some lush plants growing in the corners. Although there are also weeds, it is obvious that this place used to be very beautiful.

Unfortunately, there is no one.

dead city.

There is also a row of mourning birds standing on the opposite roof. They seem to be everywhere, watching every corner of the town at all times.

Sheedy hadn't seen them fly yet.

Brice put away the last magic circle, walked to him, wrapped his arms around the boy's waist naturally, lowered his head and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

He used honorific words, but his actions were not polite at all.

"Watch the birds." Sheedy half-opened the window. "I don't like them."

The blackbirds on the opposite side of the street raised their heads together, all staring in the direction of the two, so quiet that it was shocking.

Bruce: "Why?"

Sheedy's answer was simple: "They look at me."

He hated the feeling of being observed, so he broke away from Brice's arms, propped himself up on the window sill and sat on it with both hands.

The boy's legs hung down from the window, swaying gently, obviously it was only a small second floor, but he felt a precarious sense of danger when he sat on it.

It seems that at any time, because of a whim, I will let myself fall into the abyss.

Brice didn't stop him, but hugged him from behind again, touching the boy's forearm to the wrist bone, and finally took the boy's hand and put something in his hand.

"Hope you had a good time," he said.

Xi Di turned around: "What about you?"

what to do?

Bryce straightened up, long silver hair falling from his shoulders.

He showed Xidi a nice smile, kissed the boy's forehead, and said softly, "I'm going to confirm something."

"Be good, count to twenty, and I'll be back."

……

The two of them have been together for so long, and this is the first time that Bryce has left Xidi's side on his own initiative.

Before he left, it was a thin and sharp ice pick that was stuffed into Sidi's hand.

Bryce pinched Sidi's little scythe before, but he couldn't pay him another one, so he temporarily used magic to make some of these things.

On the contrary, she knows Xidi very well.

Sidi put the large handful of ice picks aside, picked one out of them, and held it up to the sun for a closer look.

It is made of ice, without any impurities or air bubbles. It is very cold in the hand, but it does not melt at all after being exposed to the sun for a while.

Both ends of the ice pick are sharp, just the right length for a teenager to hold easily, and they are shiny, which Sidi likes very much.

He held the thing, pressed the tip of one end against his throat from bottom to top, and gradually used some strength.

...it didn't work out, the tip of the ice pick began to melt when it touched his skin, and this side quickly became a blunt weapon that didn't cause any damage.

There was also water dripping from the child's hand.

This was obviously done by Bryce too. He never liked that Sidi was injured. I'm afraid it was some kind of magic restriction imposed on the ice pick.

Annoying, but forgive him anyway.

Anyway, Xidi just wanted to give it a try, and didn't have any urgent needs for it.

The boy thoughtfully licked the drops of water on his hands.

……Sweet.

The suicidal birds on the roof didn't move, and even gathered more and more. They appeared from nowhere, and they didn't even hide, staring at Xi Di quietly and sinisterly.

It's like teenagers have something they want.

Sidi hated the look.

He asked the birds softly: "What do you want?"

Birds don't talk, birds don't talk.

It was so far away that it was hard to say if they even heard Sidi's voice.

The boy lowered his delicate eyebrows and said to himself, "Forget it."

He threw the ice pick up and caught it accurately, without even aiming, he threw the ice pick out casually.

Thin ridges of ice carried the sound of the wind, piercing the chest of a dead bird.

"what--"

The black bird was caught off guard, spread its wings and flapped twice, finally let out a human-like scream, and fell downstairs.

Sidi: "One."

The dead bird's body fell on the stone road, a little blood slowly seeped out, soaked its own feathers, and flowed out along the cracks in the stone road.

The city has its own hidden drainage system. The stone road is high in the middle and low on both sides. The little blood eventually flows into the ditch full of weeds.

It turns out that even things that feed on corpses have red blood.

Blackbirds all over the city flew up, covering the sky and covering the ground.

Siddie: "Two."

Another black shadow landed in the distance and fell into an invisible alley.

Sidi: "Three."

The birds in one place dodged to the side as if they exploded, and a gap appeared briefly in the flock of birds.

The boy shook his legs, hummed a ditty that seemed to be his own, and counted slowly from one to eighteen.

The setting sun was as red as blood.

The Succeeding Bird hovered around unwillingly at first, but finally realized that it was impossible, and whoever got closer would die first, so they began to scramble to escape.

Siddie: "Twenty."

Skip nineteen, and he shot through two of the slowest-flying deathbirds with an icepick.

The black flock of birds finally flew out of his range. Xidi achieved his goal and didn't chase after it. He held the last ice pick with his backhand, and without looking at it, he stabbed hard behind him.

Someone took Siddie's wrist lightly, raised his hand again, and kissed his fingers.

The ice pick was very cold, and the teenager's fingertips and joints were frozen with a thin layer of red.

Xidi turned around, raised the ice pick, and seriously asked for credit: "This is reserved for you."

For this reason, he took a special aim, and finally shot down the two blackbirds with an ice pick.

It's not easy.

Brice smiled indulgently: "I'm glad you can remember me."

There was no suicidal bird left outside, so Xidi jumped off the window sill, put her arms around Brice's waist, and complained softly, "You've been away for a long time."

He killed a full twenty birds, for a long time.

Xidi: "Have you confirmed everything you want to confirm?"

Brice: "Well, when I came back, I met the plague doctor, and he brought some food."

Siddie: "Cookies?"

Brace: "No biscuits."

Sidi: "Oh."

Hearing that there were no biscuits, he quickly lost interest. He didn't even ask what Bryce was doing out. Instead, he stood up a little bit, held the ice pick, moved carefully and seriously, and picked Brace away with the pointed end. Knotted ties on the chest of the garment.

"Close the curtains..." he muttered vaguely, "there are dead birds outside."

Sheedy didn't like those birds, not even dead ones.

The overheated twilight was covered by green velvet, the young man's face was bright red, his eyes turned into thick gold that was more dazzling than the setting sun at some point, sticking to Bryce's body like fudge, moaning and begging him to kiss.

Just bullying the bird can only barely reach this level.

He is spoiled.

No way.

The author says:

The child counts to 20 very well.

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