Quickly chasing on the road at night, the sound of moths hitting the lampshades on the roadside was like pieces of peeling moonlight. If there is a seemingly non-existent cold wind that pulls him closer to the source of the smell of blood, in Italy where the four seasons are warm, this cold wind will make people feel guilty. But there is no doubt that the wind came just in time, and his sense of smell led him to approach his goal with gentle steps on the stone steps.
There was a group of figures huddled in an alley not far from him, and what he breathed out was only heat but no sound. In this country where people are caught in the wind and shadows, revealing the sound is a flaw; but now, the man can only let his body temperature escape from his body and wait for death.
A peeling light reflected his face, and his neat short hair cut off his facial features. If he didn't show a twisted and painful expression, his smile would be enough to attract the attention of women within a ten-foot radius; but he couldn't do it anymore. He smiled bitterly. The cold sweat dripping from the pores on his forehead fell on his iron-grey woolen clothes and melted into the blood stains scattered around his abdomen.
A cold light flashed before his eyes, and the man raised his eyes slightly, showing a relieved smile. The palm that was tightly twisting a piece of clothing on his abdomen suddenly lost its strength, and the pain that had almost torn apart his sanity just now could no longer bear him, even if it was a wound that was enough to cause his internal organs to fall out.
A beautiful silvery gray color emerged from the deformed moonlight. The man's hypothermic lips no longer trembled, and he even wanted to reach out and hug the lovely God of Death in front of him. He raised his feet and knelt on one knee in a pleading posture. The excessive change of posture made him think that his liver was about to roll off. Although only a column of blood was spilled, it was not far from the truth.
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