Chapter 283

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, the salty taste permeated her mouth, making her nasal cavity a bit blocked and breathing a bit difficult.

Before she could speak, "God" raised his hand and placed his thick palm on the top of 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 passed away for too long."

"God" and Clara walked forward all the way, passing through dark corners, passing through abandoned alleys; when passing here, Clara seemed to see the prosperity of the past here, 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 pleasant.

Every step Clara took made her more panicked; although the deceased was not her relative, nor was it someone she knew, she comforted herself in the bottom of her heart.

One old and one young walked silently, which was the opposite of 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 lost people.

"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 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 worry chasing behind her, or whether she was ready to be the messenger who brought the news of death.

Just like this, Clara arrived at the window first, and 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 hearing that the person outside the window was not the one returning, but possibly just 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 due to weakness.

"God" also came to the window, stood behind Clara, and looked forward with a loving face.

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 held up the ribbon and brought it to the window sill, so the crisp bell sound rang out.

"Ring~ Ring~"

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 was spoken from her mouth, and it even brought some new vitality.

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

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

Sobbing sounded, the vitality suddenly dissipated, and it was even 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 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 each other, making an unsettling sound.

It was already damaged.

"Grandpa Hua..."

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

"God" sighed.

Then the tightly closed window opened, 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 go find her sister."

"God" raised his hand, placed it behind Clara's neck, and 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 looked 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, extremely impatient.

"Ring! Ring! Ring!"

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, looking at it affectionately, as if staring at a priceless treasure.

"……This is our music box..."

"Listen, my good sister..."

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

"Tick—tock—tick—tock—"

Incomparably happy.

Incomparably happy.

Incomparably joyful.

"How... pleasant..."

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

A smile of peace appeared on her haggard face.

A moment later, the smile dissipated suddenly—dissolving in the Fragmentum together with herself.

……

"Sigh..."

"Don't want to say anything, there are too many tragedies in this universe, and the poor child just saw one kind."

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

"What tragedy, this is clearly a comedy, they got reunited at the 'Three Brothers of Death'. Hahahaha! This is really a happy ending!"

"This one is mentally deranged, too weak. Unlike me, I know everything is fake, this world is fake, and I am fake, ah hahahaha!"

"Another one went in."

…… ===== CHAPTER 285 =====