13 Mink Street

In the swamp of the soul space, Karen slowly raised his head. At this time, his whole body was covered with mud, and only his head was clean. This was not the tolerance and gift of hunger addiction, but that hunger addiction required the use of cards. The power of Lun.

Therefore, Karen can also see what happens outside, including Ankara's smile.

All the records of Ankara and the God of Order in "Symmetra" have almost the same theme, which is "deep love between father and daughter." The only exception is probably the end, when Ankara makes a mistake and is thrown into the mouth of a vicious beast. , the body was torn apart, and since then he has become the Light of Symmetry.

It seems that all the foreshadowing in the early stage has the effect of paving the way for a tragic atmosphere at the end.

But Karen knew that many of the records of Ankara in "Symmetra" were true, an extremely real appearance.

When facing the God of Order, Ankara always had a sweet smile on his face, and even his voice was clear and sweet.

But when he looked at this sweet expression, Karen subconsciously thought of another girl - Dinah.

Dinah had the same attitude when facing the high priest and her uncles.

They are all working hard to perform to the world and themselves, performing a kind and warm scene.

And the people they "flatter" also need this kind of cooperation from them.

Regardless of whether your detached status is intentional or not, it creates a self-centered structure. Everyone around you, whether actively or passively, must conform to your rhythm and preferences.

Karen, who was lamenting, didn't know that not long ago, the girl he was lamenting about, Dana, had included him in the ranks of such people.

Karen is thinking about one question now, that is, will Ankara be eaten obediently by hunger addiction like she is showing now?

Although this Ankara is just a piece of consciousness refined from the thousands of Ankara's corpses collected by the Moon God Cult, she is Ankara after all, and Karen is clear about the stubbornness in her bones.

Will a woman who dares to write "order" on her bookmark really accept the fate of being devoured?

…

The smile on Ankara's face did not fade, and a light fire burned in her body, which was accelerating her own dissolution, as if she was actively cooking herself.

Saraina's body gradually dissolved, forming a pool of moonlight on the ground, which was the essence of the moon that she absorbed day and night as a believer in the Moon God;

Saraina's soul is also being split, and the lunar halo is constantly rippling, with some gold foil scattered inside, which is the soul origin mixed with the inheritance of the Son of God;

Finally, there is the part of Ankara. She gradually transforms into a black sword blade, floating quietly.

Hungry addiction is waiting for the completion of all this. Excellent chefs will always have enough patience to wait for the final achievement of time on food.

Finally, everything was completed in an extremely harmonious state.

An originally living person has been stripped of its impurities, leaving only three parts suspended there, as beautifully integrated as if they had been placed on a plate.

Sainz hanging on the wall retains the life of a cockroach and is stubborn. His body has been smashed, but he is not dead yet. His eyes are wide open and his mouth keeps opening and closing, just because there are constant The juice splashed out, making him unable to make a specific sound, but his anger and unwillingness could still be felt.

In the relationship between master and servant, he is absolutely loyal, but the reality is so cruel. A peaceful day suddenly befell disaster.

It is a pity that Sainz is unable to protect and stop him. His movements are like the soundtrack of this dinner.

Karen opened his mouth, he was ready to enjoy.

However, when he opened his mouth, the moonlight, moon halo and the black sharp blade overlapped again in an extremely strange way.

A black starburst appeared on the spot, and a hand reached out from the starburst. While tearing through the darkness, it also slapped Karen on the chest.

In an instant, chains of order spilled out of Karen's body, instantly lifting him up.

"Hehehe..."

The laughter was still pleasant, but this time, it had a touch of ridicule.

The brand-new Ankara walked out of the starlight. She raised her head and looked at Karen who was hanging in the air.

"I used to be you, and you used to be me. You and I used to be one body. It was my father who sealed you in my body. So, don't I know who you are?"

On the wall, Sainz's mood did not show joy due to the turn of events. On the contrary, he showed the most intense despair, because he knew that Ankara at this moment was summoned by sacrificing his own lady.

This means that everything about my young lady in this world has been erased, and the new Ankara obtained by this sacrifice will not exist for long.

And this was Ankara's response to hunger addiction. She was willing to overturn the entire table and was unwilling to let her father take a bite.

Hate, this kind of thing, is engraved in the bones, even if it has been reduced to a piece among thousands of pieces, it is still remembered.

Ankara raised her arm, and a long black knife appeared in her hand. This knife was very old, not only had many gaps, but was also stained with rust. This showed that its body was not stored in the forbidden space, but was left behind. Somewhere in this world.

Otherwise, with the habit of sealing off space, even if some artifacts cannot be repaired, they will at least be well maintained. Especially the artifacts of their own lineage will definitely be taken care of.

However, as soon as the knife was held in his hand, a running formation appeared under Ankara's feet, and the powerful suction force attached it to the ground.

The formation had been arranged long ago, when he was cooking for his "father" in Ankara.

"Crash..."

As the chains swayed, Karen pressed his arms down and grabbed the two chains on his side. The chains began to be pulled out. The chains on his chest had already changed color, and the horrific wounds that should have appeared did not appear.

Hungry addiction is a beast, it is manic, it is violent, it has greed that seems to never be satisfied, but even with so many negative attributes, it still cannot conceal its wisdom.

Ankara's reaction, it was long overdue.

"Haha..." Ankara laughed again, her wrist shook, and the sharp blade in her hand rippled.

Karen raised his hand, and the Rubik's Cube key appeared. With a rapid rotation, he completely controlled the formation of the hotel that he had invaded long ago, and reconfigured it to strengthen the isolation of the hotel from the outside world.

"So, you don't want people to know your existence. Why?"

"boom!"

The formation beneath their feet shattered, and Ankara regained its freedom.

"In the eyes of believers, you are the father and the God of Order. Outsiders... no, even gods, it is difficult to distinguish you. Why, are you afraid that your existence will be known by the God of Order? "

Karen did not answer, but landed, and a black scythe appeared in his hand.

From the beginning to now, it has no intention to communicate or explain.

"Has the Cult of Kosmos developed to this point that even you need to avoid it?"

Karen rushed towards Ankara, who counterattacked, scythe and blade colliding together.

One is the hunger addict of order, and the other is the daughter of the God of Order. To a certain extent, they represent the most original power of order.

But now, the confrontation between the two is no longer as majestic as it was at its peak, because each other's strength is based on their respective hosts.

Hungry Addiction uses the power of Karen, while Ankara's power comes from the sacrifice of Saraina.

What is surprising is that, under the premise that it was clearly determined that Hungry Addiction did not want its identity to be exposed, Ankara also tacitly suppressed the spillover of existing power in the subsequent fighting.

"Now that you are here, where is father?"

She was answered with a slash from the scythe.

"Father, has he fallen?"

Still no answer.

"Tell me the truth that the gods of this era cannot reveal!"

"boom!"

In a short period of time, the two sides fought countless times. This fighting method seemed very simple.

But only outsiders can feel the heaviness at this time, because both parties control the overflow of power, so all the power of order that bursts out is trapped here.

At the beginning, all the furnishings in the conference room were reduced to powder, including Sainz who was hung on the wall. His remains exploded first, turning into small insects trying to survive on one of them. Go down.

However, it is a pity that this kind of indiscriminate all-round filling makes the little bugs not immune in this environment, and they are crushed one by one.

Sainz, who had an arrogant body, was a servant carefully raised by the Moon God Cult, but he died completely in the aftermath of the unexciting battle between two powerful beings.

This trend has not stopped yet. The floors began to collapse and the rooms began to be flattened. The remaining priests of the Moon God Sect in the hotel could not escape and could only be beaten alive by this power of order that was so rich that it was almost substantial. Crushed to death.

The space for the two men to fight also became larger and larger. The interior of the hotel was almost completely gutted, with only a thin layer of roof and walls left.

"I can't beat you, it's just the difference between the hosts."

Ankara's body has become more transparent than when she first came out of the starlight, but the hungry side is still calm and composed.

Karen's terrifying accumulation of spiritual power determines the outcome of this oppressive duel.

Ankara held the sharp blade in front of him: "Answer my question, I can give up resistance. Your goal is me, and you don't want me to consume it in vain. In this way, you will not be able to enjoy the meal."

Hungry addiction stopped its offensive.

"For endless years, I have been waiting for the call from my body. When the time comes, I will return to her body as a part of her complement.

Yes, she died as a result of punishment, her body was broken, and her soul disintegrated, but the Cult of Kosmos is still there. There is no reason why my body will not return. Even if the return is incomplete, even if it is in another way, she should have returned early. Just returned!

However, I have never felt this calling.

Why don’t the gods appear in this era? "

Hungry Addiction raised a finger, which meant that there could only be one answer to the question.

"Then I won't ask this question anymore, I'm going to change the question!"

Ankara made a decision.

Hungry addiction did not move.

"Why can you separate from your father? No, don't ask that."

Ankara pursed her lips, and finally asked with a smile: "My beloved father, has he fallen?"

Hungry Addiction raised his head, looked at the direction of the sky, shook his head first, and then... nodded slowly.

"Not yet, but soon?"

After getting this answer, the smile on Ankara's face became even brighter.

Then, according to her previous agreement, she let go of her hand, and the black sharp blade she was holding dissipated. She stood there, closed her eyes, and waited for her end.

Hungry Addict walked in front of her.

This time, Ankara did not take action again, and the accident did not happen again.

Hungry, he opened his mouth, and Ankara's body radiated light, which was slowly inhaled by his mouth and nose.

During this process, Hungry Addict showed an expression of enjoyment on his face, like an elegant person experiencing the happiness and satisfaction brought by delicious food.

At this moment, he didn't want to be disturbed, let alone interrupted. He just wanted to savor it quietly alone.

Unconsciously, Hungry Addict reaches out his hand, as if he needs to read something at this time. This is a kind of muscle memory, and it is also a kind of eating habit.

It's a pity that the entire hotel is extremely empty. There are no magazines or newspapers.

This was a bit disappointing for Hungry Addiction.

When Karen is eating, she will habitually find something to look at while eating.

Hungry Addiction not only used Karen's combat experience and skills, but also other abilities.

As a last resort, Hungry Addict opened his palm, and a crystal-like apple floated out. It was a shadow, but still beautiful and moving. It kept rotting and deteriorating, but it seemed to be reborn again and again.

In Xiao Kangna's narration, she once had a dream in which she wanted to deliver an apple to the God of Order even if the dragon's body collapsed.

Hungry Addict continued to eat while watching the changes in the apple.

…

In the soul space, Karen was stunned by this scene.

He couldn't understand at first why Ankara's battle with hunger addiction could end in such a ridiculous way.

Even if you can't fight, do you really mean that you won't resist if you don't resist? Just stand here and be eaten?

But soon, Karen figured it out.

The person in front of me is not the real Ankara, she is just a part of Ankara, an illusory past, an awkward present, and a non-existent future.

She does not possess the qualities of a god, no, not even a complete human being.

She is fragmented and only pursues fragmented emotions. For her, what can she do if she wins, and what is the point of venting the news?

She didn't care, it wasn't important to her, nothing could compare to the joy of knowing that her father was going to die.

She was already satisfied, there was no hatred or unwillingness, she didn't care about being eaten.

In fact, this can be regarded as the gap between the Son of God and the God. It is a part of a whole, but it does not represent the whole. It may even show characteristics that are completely opposite to the ontology.

In comparison, the spiritual mark left by his dog in the Gate of Reincarnation is more anthropomorphic, because the "Lord" has knowledge of the past, present and future.

There was one more person in the swamp.

She squirmed in the mud, like food remnants being digested by gastric juices.

Karen just looked at her. If he still had a short-term rental contract, then [Scythe of War] who was still struggling was a nail-biter;

As for Ankara, who has just been swallowed up, her account is being cancelled.

"Buzz!"

The wriggling part stood up, and the mud was still sliding down her body. The specific body was no longer visible, only the decayed bones were exposed, and her traces were gradually being erased.

But Karen still felt her eyes falling on her, and she seemed to be very curious about herself.

This made Karen's mind recall the image of the cute young girl from Ankara that she had seen in the memory picture before.

She was almost erased, but she could still maintain her interest in exploring the world.

The broken god is indeed an existence that is difficult to understand.

"I can't imagine that its new host will be you. I think there must be a lot of disparity in its heart."

Hunger addiction originally existed in the body of the God of Order, but was later banned in Ankara for a short period of time. Ankara itself might even be another layer of life born from hunger addiction.

After all, with the power of the God of Order, it is not too surprising that a branched god was born from a part of his body. There is no shortage of such weirdness in the mythological narratives of various religions.

But from Karen's perspective, I'm really speechless. You're almost dead, but you're still in the mood to mock me?

Karen said: "The God of Order has isolated this era, preventing the gods from returning."

Compared to the stinginess of Hungry Addiction, Karen is much more generous. Ankara mocked him before his death, but Karen paid more attention to end-of-life care.

"Oh...hehehehe..."

Ankara smiled again. She didn't seem shocked by the answer. After all, no matter how deeply she, as a daughter, hated her father, she still couldn't erase the fact that her father was extremely powerful.

"I originally thought that I was the only one who was miserable, but it turns out... everyone is miserable. I am his daughter, and I was born because of him. I had no choice, but those who chose to follow him must have regretted it. Bar?"

Karen did not pursue Ankara's ravings, but continued: "He is very weak now, he can't hold it anymore, and the gods are about to return."

"Hehehe...hehehe..." Ankara was still laughing.

"My growth will weaken his power; my existence has imprisoned my hunger addiction. Therefore, if I die and am completely swallowed up by my hunger addiction and cease to exist, then the God of Order should regain a lot of power. .

After hunger addiction finishes devouring and replenishing food, guess where it will go and who it will go to? "

Ankara: "Hehe...uh..."

Ankara's laughter stopped abruptly.

Then she roared:

"no!"

Karen looked at her. She was now only half of her previous height, and her skeleton was almost invisible, like a lump of melting clay.

"I'll teach you a way to control it. This is what I summarized myself. It was useless against the original it, but it should still be effective against the current one!"

Karen raised his head and looked at the dome of the soul space.

He felt a little unreal, why would a hungry addict make such a mistake?

Not to mention the whip of order, even the secular police station knows how to separate prisoners in the same case to prevent collusion when arresting prisoners.

However, when I think about it, when I am outside, I have no awareness of the hunger addiction deep in my soul. This is my own place for hunger addiction. When my hunger addiction is outside, this place becomes my own place...

No matter how smart a person is, how can he see behind himself?

This is also the reason why Hungry Addict appears to be smart and calm on the outside, but from his own perspective, he is like a beast.

Oneself and hunger addiction are each other’s blind spots in thinking.

It can accurately calculate others, but not "self".

Ankara melted until there was only a pool left, and its height was almost flattened. But at this moment, this pool showed the effect of a layered spell map.

"I don't have much time. I hope you can understand and learn."

"You don't have to worry about this."

"If you see my true form...please don't tell her about my existence."

"Why?"

"Because I'm supposed to be perfect."

After the last sound, Ankara disappeared, completely melting into the mud.

Outside,

Hungry Addiction has finished eating, its breath has become more solid, and the detailed textures on the sculpture have become clearer.

The happy process is always short-lived, and it is now ready to hunt the next target.

A layer of black mist gradually covered his whole body, but he froze just after completing half of the technique.

Black dots appeared on Karen's body one after another, and the terrifying suction force was pulling back the hunger addiction.

"Have you had enough fun?" This was Karen's voice.

Hungry, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Above the soul space, the Hungry Addiction Sculpture looked down again. There were dense black spots on its body. These black spots were entangled with silk threads. They were sludge, sludge from the swamp.

What Ankara taught Karen was not some profound technique, but another perspective on looking at things.

That is, when hunger addiction gets out of control, you should not always regard yourself as a loser and be tied here decadently.

You can think back to how hunger addiction tortured you in the first place. Now, you can treat yourself as a hunger addiction to torture it in the opposite direction.

Don't think this perspective is absurd and unrealistic. The fact is... to the rules of order, hunger addiction is far more pure than yourself. When it is a clean existence, "yourself" is pollution.

However, the side effects of this method will be obvious, just like the split personality will gradually assimilate. If you use it more often and over time, you will gradually integrate into the hunger addiction.

But now, I can no longer care about these side effects.

The mud in the puddle pulls the Hungry Addiction Sculpture back. The Hungry Addiction Sculpture is resisting, but to a certain extent, it is a tug-of-war with itself.

There was a tug of war between the two sides.

But this kind of tug-of-war was something Karen could not imagine before. Every time his hunger addiction attacks, he is very embarrassed, especially this time, when his hunger addiction completely takes over him.

"Now, give me everything back!"

…

The outside of the hotel has been controlled by the Whip of Order. The distress signal from the Luna Cult has been received. However, the Whip of Order not only did not choose to rush in to save people, but also took away the Priest of the Luna Cult who came out earlier and now wanted to go back. Under arrest and control.

After reporting up one level at a time, big shots arrived one after another.

After listening to the report from Murray, Alfred directly ordered: "All relevant personnel of the Moon God Cult should be silenced, and remember to purify their bodies."

"yes."

Alfred walked into the hotel. As soon as he entered, he was shocked by how spacious and clean it was. This building was really just an empty shell with the thinnest outer layer.

The interior is filled with strong power of order, and black crystallization of order attributes appears in the cracks in the wall. It is a high-quality product that can be knocked off and sold directly on the black market.

"Mrs. Gandillo."

"Yes, sir."

"Please work hard and use your crystal to carry back the power of order here. It's such a good thing, it's a pity to waste it."

"Yes, sir."

Immediately, Alfred looked at Darliwinro who was standing behind him, pointed at him, and said:

"Plant your sapling here. The destruction of the Moon God Sect's stronghold and the death of the Moon God Sect's son should be placed on the Life God Sect."

Dalywinro frowned and said, "Then my saplings will be turned over as evidence?"

"It has to be handed over, but it's just a process, and it will eventually come back to you."

"you sure?"

"No, I'm not sure. Maybe a higher-level adult has taken a fancy to your branch of the tree of life?"

Dali Wenluo tightened his grip on the sapling in his hand, he was reluctant to part with it.

Alfred smiled and said: "You should know what the top leaders of the Cult of Order are planning now. If you really want to fill in a bookmark, why can't it be the Cult of Life?"

Dali Wenluo's eyes widened, and it was obvious that he was moved.

"Opportunities are gained by fighting for them, and sometimes they are also gained by gambling."

"I see."

Dali Wenluo stepped forward and inserted the sapling in his hand into the ground. Soon, a big tree grew out with lush branches and leaves.

At this time, several black crows flew over in succession. Count Rekar caught these black crows and checked the reports one by one:

"Neither Pall nor the Fisher family has found the young master's location yet. We arrived here too late."

Alfred shook his head and said, "If you come early, what do you want to do?"

Count Rekar: "This..."

Alfred: "You two are responsible for the follow-up processing here. If there are any similar incident reports in the future, they will be handled according to this process."

Dali Wenluo spread his hands and said: "But, I only have one sapling!"

"Then hand over your body."

"If this can induce order to start a war on life, that's not impossible."

Alfred was too lazy to talk nonsense with the bald man and turned around and walked out of the hotel.

Murry, who had just finished giving orders for the silence, came back. Seeing Alfred about to leave alone, he subconsciously asked:

"Mr. Alfred, what are you doing?"

"Stop following me."

"Okay, sir."

Alfred disappeared into the street alone and disappeared into the crowd. He began to chant in his heart:

"Great being, your brilliance has always guided me forward. Now, please give instructions to your most devout believer, so that he can continue to follow your footsteps..."

…

The mechanical march continued, but this time, unlike before, Karen could occasionally hear sounds in his ears, and could also see colors indirectly in his sight.

Karen hasn't been able to regain her "self" yet, but the hunger addiction now has problems controlling her "self".

The two sides were in a stalemate, with no one willing to let go. The result was that Karen was like a drunk person, walking aimlessly in the city.

The aimlessness last time was a purpose. This time, it was purely because he didn't know where to go. In other words, Karen was now completely in a state of "letting go".

People on the road began to see Karen, but one second they saw him about to crash into them, and the next second, the man disappeared again, which shocked many people into thinking that they were hallucinating.

Just stumbling like this, drifting like a ghost, and somehow, as if there was a pulling force, Karen came to the door of an apartment building. There was a sign hanging on the ground floor of the apartment...Millerton Death Care Company.

Karen stopped at the door, her eyes still blank.

A hearse drove in and stopped at the door.

The driver was a fat man, followed by a tall and thin man.

After getting out of the car, the fat man slammed the door and cursed:

"Damn it, it's just a step too late, it's just a step too late, the hospital's order was taken away. The nurse said that the client's family is very rich, and he used a lot of expensive treatment plans in the previous treatment!"

The tall and thin man gave the fat man a white look and said angrily: "I told you to go to the hospital parking lot early and squat in the hospital parking lot. You didn't go and you had to go to the snack shop. It's okay now. The customers you have been eyeing for a long time are gone."

"Can you blame me? You are married, you have a wife, do I?"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. Just wait to be scolded by your boss. I won't hide it for you."

"Still not brothers, still not brothers!" The fat man hugged the tall and thin man, "If you dare to tell me the secret, I will tell your wife about the relationship between you and the little nurse in the inpatient department."

Suddenly, Karen appeared in front of them.

The fat man and the lanky man: "Ah!!!"

Then Karen disappeared.

The fat man pointed forward: "I just saw someone."

The tall and thin man: "Me too."

"Could it be that we both saw it wrong?"

"It should be. Come on, let's go to the pub next door for a drink. We are under too much pressure from work."

"Yes Yes."

Karen walked into this company that cares for the deceased. Although the local inquisitors of the Cult of Kosmos like to open funeral rite societies as their own tribunals, this one is obviously not run by the ecclesiastical priests of Kosmos. It is a very simple ordinary funeral rites club.

The first floor is the mourning hall. There is no second floor, but there is a basement. The basement is a morgue and workshop.

The staff of the funeral club do not live here, but use it as a simple workplace.

Karen came to the basement. In the workroom, there was a woman smoking a cigarette and talking on the phone. The client was lying on the steel bed in front of her. She was a female client. She should have died accidentally. She suffered severe injuries to her head and face.

"Damn it, no matter how you ask me to repair this corpse, it's already rotten like this, and you don't want to pay more. Who is willing to do it for nothing? I'm leaving, and you can find someone else!"

After hanging up the phone, the lady stood up, put the tools away in her bag, and then walked out of the workroom on high heels.

After she walked out, she looked back, as if she had seen someone when she came out.

"Damn it, I stayed up late playing cards last night and didn't sleep well, and now my eyes are still blurry, do it!"

The lady left the basement.

Karen came to the workroom and sat down in the lady's original position, facing the female client lying on the steel bed.

Although the facial damage is serious, you can still tell that she is very young.

Unfortunately, her parents chose the wrong funeral company. The most important technical position in a funeral company is the make-up artist, but the make-up artist in this funeral company is actually outsourced.

Karen sat like this for a long time, her mind still empty.

Then, he stood up and came to a corner of the workshop. There was a dusty tool box inside. After opening it, many tools inside were already rusty.

Karen used his own hands to wipe the tools one by one.

If you look closely, you can see that black light flashes from time to time in his palms. This is using the fire of order to remove rust.

Taking the processed tools, Karen sat back, and then he fell into a daze again.

"Mary...Mary..."

With the name in his mouth, Karen took out the tools, stood up, turned his head, and prepared to apply the makeup on the female client.

He didn't use the right tools, or rather, he didn't know what tools to use.

"Sickle... Sickle..."

A small black scythe appeared in Karen's hand.

But soon, Karen sat back again.

He had the tools, but he didn't know how to start.

He straightened up, lowered his head, looked at it, as if he was looking for something, then spread his palm, and a Rubik's Cube appeared and began to rotate.

Karen bent down again, this time, his movements became very agile.

Every step is done extremely delicately, using the skill of arranging formations to restore the appearance of the female client.

"Alan...Alan..."

The dry place needed to be filled, so Karen used the power of his ancestor Allen to use ice cubes to restore the bones inside for support.

The ice would melt, but only after a few days, and the girl would be buried.

As long as the girl bids farewell to her relatives and friends in her best appearance, that's it.

After the repair was completed, he turned his palm downward, and wisps of water appeared, gently caressing the girl's body, completing the cleaning for the girl.

The girl originally had permed hair, but Karen controlled the fireball to rotate on her head, causing her hairstyle to return to fluffy and slightly curled hair.

There should be no need to touch up makeup, because the girl looks as if she is asleep now.

Karen feels that for young girls, makeup is a burden.

But what if she wants it?

Everything is customer-oriented and must satisfy customers.

Karen asked the girl:

"Wake up and take a look...do you want to put on makeup?"

"Order...awakens."

The girl opened her eyes and sat up.

There was a big mirror in the workroom. The girl looked at herself in the mirror and replied:

"want."

"OK."

The girl turned her head and looked blankly at Karen, who had the same blank look in her eyes.

Immediately, her memory began to recover, and she began to relive the scenes before her death, and her facial expression gradually became horrified.

"Go to sleep...it's all over."

The girl closed her eyes and lay back.

Karen gently touched her face, softening her facial expression again.

Immediately afterwards, Karen began to touch up her makeup.

When he was done, Karen sat back down.

At this time, the female boss of the funeral club hurried back, cursing as she ran:

"Damn, damn, give me a strike at this time. Damn, where should I hire people temporarily now?"

The female boss rushed into the workroom and was stunned when she saw the female client lying on the steel bed.

"Oh my gosh, she's done her job and she's done it so beautifully?"

The female boss walked up to her, looked at the female customer carefully, and sighed again: "This is simply a work of art."

The female boss changed the female client's clothes and wanted to put her into the coffin, but she forgot that she couldn't hold her in the coffin, so she had to go up to find her waiter. When the fat man and the lanky man returned to the funeral club, they found the mourning There is a coffin placed at the coffin storage area in the hall, and the female client is already lying peacefully inside.

Fatty: "How did the boss do it alone?"

The tall and thin man said: "Maybe it's the boss's truck driver lover who just happened to come to pay the water bill today."

"You mean, they're in the basement?"

"Who knows, the boss won't care about this anyway."

"No, I admire that truck driver."

…

In the afternoon, the mourning meeting began, and the girl's parents, relatives and friends came here to pay their respects.

Karen sat on the chair in the second-to-last row of the mourning hall. The fat man in charge of pouring water handed him a glass of water. He glanced at Karen a few more times and felt that the guest who came to mourn looked familiar.

The tall and lanky man put on a priest's uniform and played a guest role as a priest, standing beside the coffin and praying.

The girl's mother nestled in her husband's arms and said: "Our baby is not dead. You see, she just fell asleep. Wake up, baby. Mom is here. Baby, wake up."

The husband patted his wife on the shoulder to comfort him, and said to the female boss: "Thank you, you have worked hard, really, thank you."

Female boss: "Please don't be polite, this is what we should do."

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Alfred was praying and walking. He stopped at the door of an apartment, turned his head, and saw the signboard of the Funeral Society.

He walked in and saw that familiar figure sitting in the seat of the mourning hall. He sat down in the last row without speaking.

A black cat rode a golden retriever into the mourning hall. They ran to the front to look at Karen's face and found Karen sitting there with her eyes closed. Then the black cat patted the golden retriever's head with its paw. The golden retriever understood, carefully came to the last row, and leaned next to Alfred.

Richard and Philomena walked into the mourning hall. After seeing Karen, Richard subconsciously raised his hands to shout, but Philomena directly covered his mouth and pulled him to sit in the last row.

The black crow carried the message and had already delivered it.

After a while, people kept coming in, including Murray, Vic, Leon, Daly Winro, Mrs. Gandillo, Old Saman, Ventura...

Some of them were wearing divine robes, and some were wearing casual clothes. There were no empty seats in the back row, and they did not dare to sit in the same row or in front, so they had to stand at the back.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Karen's back from time to time, and Karen had been sitting there motionless for a long time.

The girl's mother turned her head and saw so many people sitting and standing here, and couldn't help but said to her husband:

"Baby has so many friends. She has a group of true friends, but some of them seem a bit old."

The husband still retained some sense. The temperament of these people was definitely not his daughter's friends. For fear of getting into trouble, he immediately signaled to the female boss that the mourning should end.

The girl's mother continued to mutter: "Could the young man sitting in that row be our baby's boyfriend? He is sitting there alone, looking so sad."

The female boss gave instructions to the tall and thin man who was guest pastor, and the tall and thin man immediately began to end:

"May the great Lord grant you eternal sleep, no longer suffer all the sufferings in the world, and go to true peace and happiness, Amen."

After the mourning was over, the fat man stepped forward and prepared to push back the coffin lid. Then, the next step was to send the coffin to the reserved cemetery for burial.

However, a small accident occurred when pushing the coffin lid. It seemed to be stuck and could not be pushed through no matter how hard I pushed it.

The tall and thin man and the female boss could only come over and work hard together. Finally, with a "pop!" sound, the coffin was finally closed.

Karen also opened his eyes at this time, raised his head slightly, and said:

"I'm hungry."

Almost everyone in the back row looked solemn.

As Richard innocently took the initiative to answer:

"Hey, I'm hungry too, Karen, what do you think I should eat?"

The atmosphere was almost stagnant at this time.

Karen turned around and looked at everyone.

His next words made everyone feel relieved instantly.

He said:

"If there are so many people, let Xili prepare the hot pot."