Chapter 163

It is poor and dilapidated here, and tragedies may have occurred in every house.

Between breaths, Clara tasted a faint salty taste.

A layer of water film covered her eyes, and the salty taste permeated her mouth, making her nasal cavity a little blocked and breathing a little difficult.

Before she could speak, "God" raised His hand and placed His thick palm on the girl's head.

He shook His head, still maintaining a natural smile, not knowing whether it was comfort or always like this.

"Sorry, child."

"I can't resurrect her."

"She has been gone for too long."

"God" and Clara walked forward, walking through dark corners, walking through abandoned alleys. When passing here, Clara seemed to see the prosperity of the past, and the phantom of a pair of sisters appeared in front of her.

The sister wore a ribbon decorated with bells, and the sound of the bells jumped with her steps, which was very nice.

Clara felt more panicked with every step she took. Although the deceased was not her relative, nor was she someone she knew, she comforted herself in her heart.

One old and one young, walking silently, which was a extreme contrast to the talkativeness of the two when they came.

"God" said softly:

"Child, if you can't bear to tell her the truth, I can help you."

Not far away, the warm light behind the window was still as dim as twilight.

This is the only light in the whole town.

It is a lighthouse waiting for the lost.

"No, I'll do it."

Clara said so.

She folded the ribbon, held it in her hand, buckled the bell, moved her feet, and strode forward. Her posture was already very different from when she was walking in the alley.

The soles of her feet were attached to the cold floor tiles. The skin that should have been tender already had a layer of calluses, and the cleanest part of the human body looked dirty.

She walked quickly, not knowing whether she was avoiding the anxiety and trouble chasing behind her, or was ready to be the messenger bringing the news of death.

Just like this, Clara arrived at the window first. Before she could speak, a weak female voice came from beside the window.

"Ah, sister."

Clara was stunned, took a deep breath.

The voice behind the window paused briefly, as if realizing that the person outside the window was not the returnee, but perhaps a passerby.

"..."

"Sister told me that the place she was going to was called "Fragmentum"... where she could find valuable things..."

"If you have ever seen my sister, can you tell her to return quickly...?"

"Her sister is very lonely and is waiting for her at home..."

Her voice trembled with weakness.

"God" also came to the window, standing behind Clara, looking forward with loving eyes.

Clara took a few deep breaths and finally gathered the courage to make her voice sound as steady as possible:

"Do you have any impression of this?"

She quickly lifted the ribbon and brought it to the window sill, so the crisp bell sound rang out.

"Ling~ Ling~"

Very pleasant.

"Ah ah... it's the sound of bells..."

The weak voice suddenly regained vitality, like a blind person seeing light again, and a disabled person walking again.

The ancient language came out of her mouth, and it even brought some new vitality.

"That familiar, crisp sound... sister, is it you who are back..."

Clara was silent, and the sound of the bells did not ring again.

Sobbing sounded, the vitality suddenly collapsed, and it became weaker.

"..."

"Ah... this ominous smell..."

"Ah... ah ah..."

"No... no... how could this be..."

"Ah... sister..."

"You... finally left me..."

The weak sobbing gradually weakened.

Clara knocked on the window anxiously, seeking a response, but only got a dead silence.

She lowered her head, ready to leave, but found a small music box in the shadow under the window sill.

Turning the stagnant mainspring, the nearly collapsed mechanical structure squeezed against each other, making an unsettling music.

It was broken.

"Grandpa Hua..."

Clara squeezed a few notes from her throat, panting heavily.

"God" sighed.

Then the tightly closed window opened, and there was no one inside. The furniture was already covered with dust, and there was no warm light.

Obviously, the one talking to Clara was an illusion, a longing that did not want to dissipate.

"Let's go, let's find her sister."

"God" raised His hand and placed it on the back of Clara's neck. The warm and bright breath enveloped the latter, making her mood ease a little.

When they walked back along the road, in the misty shadow, a female voice sounded abruptly.

"My sister... she ran away from home! I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find her..."

"Her body is weak, and her eyes can't see things... If something happens to her alone outside, what should I do?"

"Ah, I am really an unqualified sister... to let such a thing happen...!"

When she walked out of the shadow, her face became clear.

She had a beautiful face, young and full of vitality, and the sound of bells rang irregularly with her running, very impatient.

"Ling! Ling! Ling!"

Clara's expression changed suddenly, and she took out the music box.

"Do you have any impression of this?"

That figure began to tremble, holding the music box, staring at it affectionately, as if gazing at a priceless treasure.

"... his is our music box..."

"Listen, my good sister..."

The mainspring worked normally miraculously. As the sound cylinder rotated at a constant speed, the sound strip plucked the reed, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Di—da—di—da—"

Extremely happy.

Extremely happy.

Extremely joyful.

"How... pleasant..."

"Wel... come... home..."

A look of relief appeared on her haggard face.

For a moment, the smile suddenly dissipated—dissolving in the Fragmentum with her.

"Sigh..."

"I don't want to say anything. There are too many tragedies in this universe, and the poor child just saw one."

"A sad story... the sisters looking for each other, in the end, they couldn't see each other again..."

"What tragedy, this is clearly a comedy. They were reunited with the "Three Brothers of Death". Hahahaha! This is a happy ending!"

"This is a mental breakdown, too weak. Unlike me, I know that everything is fake, this world is fake, and I am fake, ah hahahaha!"

"Another one went in."

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