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Chapter 11 the coming of death
The "Ghost City Management Office" has only two incumbents for the time being.
Su Qingxing, the guide, whose race is unknown, is responsible for going to the Underworld to test, vetting the dead who have just died, bringing some back to the ghost town and some to hell.
Architect cinnabar, of unknown race, is responsible for creating maps and scripts for building trials in the Underworld. Because his hobby is watching horror movies and horror novels, the trial world he has built is also known as the "endless world of horror".
With the exception of two incumbents of unknown race, the rest of the affairs of the ghost town are basically left to the spirits of the dead who are residents.
However, since it is the "Ghost City Management Office", it is naturally a serious department registered on the record, and it is also very normal that it will encounter some surprise inspections or material examination on weekdays.
What's not normal may be.
How could the legendary god of death personally come to the small ghost town to supervise and inspect it?
You know, the ghost town where Su Qingxing and cinnabar are located is just one of many ghost towns at the entrance to the underworld.
All ghost towns have their own numbers, and the number of Su Qingxing's ghost town is 666. From this number, we can also estimate how many ghost towns exist at the entrance to the underworld.
"it's not that I'm talking about you. From the beginning, I thought you were stupid." Cinnabar just sat cross-legged on the chair with his right hand pulling out a chocolate bar from the snack plate next to her and holding it in his mouth. "No one wants to come to such a barren place as the entrance to the underworld." As far as I know, none of the remaining guides work as hard as you do. Most of them fish in troubled waters and live on Slack Off, leaving the dead to fend for themselves in the trial. "
"maybe it's because they know that no matter how hard the guides work, there are always unstoppable ghosts and ghosts that cannot be crossed." Su Qingxing also took a piece of sugar from cinnabar's precious snack plate, "but even if there are more guides, Su Qingxing has only one."
"the guide and the guide are also different." Su Qingxing's mouth raised the arc of a smile. "maybe that's what humans say.". Different levels. "
"speaking of which, I really don't know where you come from." Cinnabar snapped her fingers in front of Su Qingxing. "I remember that the conditions for being a guide are very stringent, and it seems that there are very high requirements for pedigree. The most popular ones are Minotaur noodles and black and white impermanence, right? Which one are you, Qingxing? "
"." Su Qing glanced at cinnabar. "you too, I don't know where you came from."
"I am a small potato." Cinnabar smiled.
"aren't you different from most architects, cinnabar?" Su Qingxing looked at the computer on the cinnabar desk, and the program running on it was automatically building a new world. "I remember that most architects will only design trial worlds such as deserts, battlefields, jungles, and so on." you may be the only one who will take great pains to build a world of terror. "
"how boring that world is!" Cinnabar looked at Su Qingxing with her eyes wide open. "even Qingxing will be bored, right?"
"so the two of us, including this ghost town. They are all unique. " Su Qingxing said, directly stretching out his hand and turning the cinnabar chair to show him the bed and floor covered with books and painted paper. "even the messy degree of this room is estimated to be unique."
"I knew you were going to mess with my precious room again! This is called order in chaos! " Cinnabar said, but retreated under Su Qingxing's eyes. "all right, I'll clean it up before the inspectors come.". "
Hearing cinnabar bring up the matter of supervision and inspection again, Su Qingxing had another headache and could not help asking, "I remember you said on the phone last time that the inspectors would be here soon."
"Yes." Cinnabar spread his hand, "but suddenly got the news that his Highness death was in a temporary emergency, so the inspection was postponed." Think that if such a big shot has an emergency, it may be related to the safety of the underworld or even world peace. Where are we small potatoes interrupting? "
"then I'll go back to work while there's still time." Su Qingxing's idea of wanting to slip away was exposed.
"forget it."
Before Su Qingxing left, he heard cinnabar pour cold water there and said, "I heard that the guide was summoned on a large scale under the Temple of death. Even if the guide was working, his Highness would only postpone the reception."
"."
From the words of cinnabar, Su Qingxing read a message
If you can avoid the first year of junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth day.
So, a few hours after Su Qingxing returned to the ghost town, the legendary inspection team led by the boss arrived on time.
The streets of the ghost city, where there was no movement, were even quieter now, and all the ghosts shrank into the depths of the ghost city, as if they were afraid that if they were too close to the legendary god of death, it might be destroyed because he could not bear the power of his Highness.
This is also the first time that Su Qingxing has seen the car of death with his own eyes.
Different from the imagined picture, there are nearly ten black retro cars in front of Su Qingxing and cinnabar, and the lengthened one in the middle is the seat of death.
Many figures in black uniforms came down from the cars, holding machines that Su Qingxing had never seen before, and began to wander around the ghost town, as if recording and checking something.
However, such a move seems completely normal to Su Qingxing, which is originally a menacing inspection, and it would be strange if this group of people really came here just to see the guides.
"cinnabar." Seeing that the extended car door had been opened, Su Qingxing immediately poked his best friend around him and said, "can I borrow your glasses?"
"Ah?!" Cinnabar's expression looked dazed. "but without my glasses, I can't see anything!"
"urgent!" Su Qingxing opened his eyes wide. "Don't you have boss phobia?" I can't see it clearly! "
"but I want to see it!" Cinnabar also opened her eyes wide, and Su Qingxing and Su Qingxing stared wide, and finally dillydally took them out of their pockets. Another pair of glasses.
Cinnabar: "I have a spare pair. I'll lend it to you."
Su Qingxing: "."
Su Qingxing hurriedly put on his glasses. Although he had never seen the legendary god of death, he must not be recognized by death for some special reason.
If you are recognized by death. The follow-up result may be worse for Su Qingxing than working too hard to be in a coma!
Now Su Qingxing, dressed in a school uniform, short black hair and even a pair of inappropriate glasses, thinks he is a full camouflage.
The lengthened door opened wide, and through the inappropriate glasses, Su Qingxing saw a tall figure coming down from the car.
With a long black coat and a long gray scarf, Su Qingxing could feel the coldness even if he did not look up at the face of death.
Silver hair, black eyes, and the same legendary features.
This is the first time Su Qingxing has seen the face of the legendary god of death. although he is extremely beautiful, it has a sense of seriousness and dignity that is difficult to look directly at.
It is not the kind of cold and expressionless face, but it is really like a god above, so that people can feel that kind of unreachable even if they reach out their hands.
When death began to walk forward, all the black uniforms around them bowed their heads respectfully, and Su Qingxing and cinnabar were no exception. At this time, even if you take one more look, it seems that it can become abrupt and obvious in the crowd.
Death just stood opposite Su Qingxing and cinnabar, and the air around him seemed to stop flowing for a few seconds.
"look up." A cold, magnetic voice came.
When Su Qingxing subconsciously looked up, he was even in the mood to feel that death's voice was very good.
"your excellency is here for two purposes." It was an old man who had been following death all the time, dressed in a suit and wearing a monocle glasses, and even made Su Qingxing feel as if he had seen the old man somewhere.
"one is to record the latest data from various ghost towns." The old man looked around. "the other is to know the work of the guide."
The next second, Su Qingxing was directly pushed out by cinnabar!
What about the mutual help between the friends we agreed on?!
"Race." Death opened his mouth again, just as simple and clear.
Su Qingxing noticed that the present one did not ask his name directly, perhaps because his Highness death disdained to know the name of a small potato like himself.
But. Race?
Even in the face of cinnabar, which has been with him for a long time, Su Qingxing never mentioned his real race. He could even guarantee that after death asked the question, cinnabar would be secretly happy behind him and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.
But.
"Ghost lamp." Su Qingxing bowed his head and said that he had already made up the answer, "I am a ghost lantern."
"Ghost lamp?" The old man who followed death frowned. "isn't that the lantern kid?" Can such a weak race serve as a guide in the underworld? "
"barely." Su Qingxing smiled politely. "it's the kind that just reached the passing line."
Perhaps because of wearing inappropriate glasses, Su Qingxing always felt that when he looked at death, he felt dizzy.
Death was silent for a moment, and then simply said two words: "very good."
"number four, record the information for the guide." After all, death is death, and even if he wants to, it is impossible for him to talk to the incumbent at the entrance of the Underworld.
So when one of them respectfully came to death with a black uniform with recording equipment, he smiled politely at Su Qingxing. Then the silver-haired and black-eyed god of death turned directly away, swinging the corners of his clothes across the arc in mid-air.
Su Qingxing was busy providing relevant information to the black suit, and cinnabar breathed a sigh of relief after death turned around.
It's impossible for them to notice. Death, who walked away step by step, evoked a shallow arc at the corners of his mouth.
"your excellency, you seem to be very happy." The old man standing by noticed this.
"mm-hmm." Death admitted without hesitation.
"it's not an easy road." The old man lowered his voice. "in order not to arouse other ideas, we really went to hundreds of ghost towns and recorded thousands of data before we came here to see my wife."
"nothing." Death's mood seems to be really good, "now is very good." For the first time, I picked up the conversation. "
"then. Do you want to keep the dog's data? " The old man asked carefully.
"." Death was silent for a moment and finally said, "it's a wolf, not a dog." Keep that data and continue to use it in the future. "
The old man shook his head helplessly.
In this world, he may be the only one who knows how important the future "lady" is to her Royal Highness death.
It's a secret that can't be told, at least until adults get rid of all the annoying things.
And everything has to start from one day a long time ago.
The author has something to say: death: catch up with the words! (villains dance)