At dawn, a wisp of spring breeze gently dispersed the morning mist.
The little boy Henry put on a sky blue coat, put on his little schoolbag obediently, and then walked out of the house, waiting for his father to finish packing and then take him to the countryside.
The sun has not completely broken through the clouds, and there are no pedestrians or cars driving on Licorice Avenue in the early morning, making it very quiet.
The little boy grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and stretched his feet to kick the turf on the roadside.
He originally had a happy and beautiful family, with a loving father and a gentle mother.
However, all of this was ruined by the thrilling auction two days ago.
His mother died suddenly, and his father was heartbroken and now planned to send him to the countryside to live with his grandfather.
Because of this, they need to get up early today, earlier than the sun.
Unbeknownst to Henry, his father had put a rifle in the trunk of the car.
Yes, he had already made plans. After settling his son, [Lemuel] would personally deal with the clown who was still being treated in the hospital.
If Batman can't do it, let him do it!
If the judicial system can't try it, let him do it!
The white car beeped twice behind the unhappy little boy.
"Henry, good boy, get in the car."
The sound of the whistle not only brought Henry back from his thoughts, but also woke up Remiel who was curled up in the trash can.
He opened his eyelids tiredly, rubbed his eyes as a human being, and then slowly rolled his two disobedient eyeballs.
He saw the white car speeding past the dumpster and heading toward the intersection.
Looking at this scene, Lemuel thought slowly for a while before he figured out the intention of his other self, and then he nodded in agreement.
Yes, it might be a good idea to do this and keep the children away from the damn city of Gotham.
However, before he could let go, within ten seconds, there was a violent collision at the street intersection - an imitation racing motorcycle was lying on the asphalt road, the fuel tank ruptured and leaked all over the ground. Engine oil.
There was no driver seen next to the car, and it looked like he had been thrown out.
The white car overturned on the side of the road, the glass was shattered on the ground, the body was still smoking, and the front of the car was completely deformed.
It is conceivable that the driver in the front seat must have died!
But the most important thing is that the child's painful cry came from the overturned car body, and the sound continued to weaken!
Lemuel could even see scarlet liquid gradually flowing out of the car body and seeping into the soil bit by bit.
He eagerly propped up his limp body and hurried to the scene of the accident.
Although the rotten limbs no longer obeyed the master's orders, and his feet were deformed and twisted, making him almost unable to walk, Lemuel still ran forward regardless, and walked when he couldn't run anymore. If he couldn't walk anymore, he I just kept climbing with all my might.
The rotten, blood-red pieces of meat fell away little by little, revealing the white bones inside.
Lemuel struggled to drag his body to the side of the overturned car. He raised his hand vigorously and slapped the squeezed and deformed car window. Through the blood-stained car glass, little Henry was trapped. in.
The child encountered this sudden car accident and was hit with a bloody head. Almost his whole body was pressed under the grouped car seat.
There was a big bloody hole in his head, with a broken iron bar stuck in it. Blood mixed with white liquid covered his face.
At first, he could still shout for help, but the blood that kept surging out was about to drain his life force. His calls became softer and softer, gradually becoming inaudible, and his eyes no longer continued to be bright.
Now, a thick air of death was forced inside.
Just like what Remiel had seen several times.
Henry heard the movement outside the window, and his strong desire to survive made him try to raise his eyes. His pale lips trembled a few times, and his slight cry for help was firmly locked in the car by the thick car glass.
He hit the glass with all his strength and tried to open the car door. However, he didn't even have the strength to move. How could he rescue his child by his own strength?
Seeing the light in Henry's eyes getting dimmer, Lemuel raised his head helplessly.
He looked around. On the wide avenue, a circle of people had gathered around him. Some of them were talking on the phone, while others were holding up their mobile phones to take pictures, but no one was willing to step forward and help him.
Lemuel tried to seek help from people, but his throat had already been eaten away by insects, and he could only make rough gasping sounds in pain.
Unsurprisingly, his performance made people move further back.
"...The monster...is it real or fake? It's over, the virus has really been leaked."
"It must be...it's that...zombie..."
"I thought it was just a game!"
"Did he cause this car accident?"
"Where are the police?"
"Oh my God, he's looking over here!"
"Stay back! Be careful he goes crazy!"
"I have a gun, and I guarantee that if he moves I will blow his head off!"
"Let me do it, I'm a famous zombie-killer!"
"Damn it, why didn't I know when Gotham was renamed Raccoon City!"
"It's so disgusting. There are still bugs on him..."
The crowd of onlookers were whispering recklessly, and most of them turned their attention to Remiel, unable to pay any attention to this tragic car accident.
In their eyes, Lemuel, a creature of rotten flesh and bones, was nothing more than a terrifying humanoid monster.
Maybe, even this car accident was caused by this monster!
People aimed all kinds of weapons at Remiel, recording all his pain in their mobile phones. Malice from all directions locked him completely.
He has nowhere to run!
Lemuel was forced to endure people's fear, panic and disgust, and he finally understood how terrible his current situation was.
So, he had no choice but to bow his head and give up, painfully withdrawing his idea of getting help.
The child who was already surrounded by death was still trying to open his eyes as clear as a deer. When he noticed that the person outside the car suddenly lowered his head, he vaguely sensed something.
Suddenly enlightened, Henry slowly raised his only movable hand and put it on the car window. Then, he opened his mouth and used his last strength to shout out the title - —"Daddy."
Daddy! ! !
Henry's voice was very soft. In fact, it could not reach Lemire's ears, which were surrounded by the noise around him. However, Lemire still heard it.
This call was like a giant hammer, hitting his heart hard.
Henry, his son, finally recognized his father at the last moment of his life!
His miserable father who abandoned his soul in embarrassment just to return to the past again and again!
At this moment, Remiel's extremely fragile soul was shaken once again, and the tear glands that had shrunk a few days ago suddenly started to function again.
Two lines of blood and tears streaked across his desperate face.
He looked numbly at the crowd, his blurred eyes still weeping, but the corners of his mouth slowly curved up into a weird smile.
The mirror asked him again if he wanted to go back to the past.
certainly.
Lemuel replied in his heart.
If he still fails this time, then he will no longer have any nostalgia for this world, and Remiel will abandon this hopeless world.
He will always follow his wife and children, in heaven and hell.
[as you wish. ]
The ancient mirror once again accepted his wish.
Thus, the seventh time cycle - started.
