Ian stood frozen in front of the toilet door.
The woman who walked out from behind his father was reflected in his pupils.
The woman seemed to have discovered him.
"How special..." The woman stared at Ian, as if she could see through everything about Ian, and murmured softly, just when Clark was about to turn around and take another look.
In an instant.
The whole world seemed to have lost its color and faded into black and white. Clark kept turning his head, completely frozen like a solidified sculpture.
Even the air seemed to have stopped flowing.
Ian could hear his own pounding heart, which was particularly conspicuous in the frozen time and space.
"What did you do?!" He was really shocked. His invincible Superman father was affected without even resisting. The power possessed by the strange woman in front of him was really beyond his imagination.
Faced with the boy's shocked question.
"I'm just waiting." The woman tilted her head. There was also a pendant chain around her neck, but what was hanging on it was hidden underneath the black uniform.
"What are you waiting for?" Ian believed that the woman was definitely not waiting for anything simple.
"Gu~"
Ian's Adam's apple rolled.
From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of his father's petrified profile - you know, even when facing the power of the magic side, his own superman father should never have been so powerless.
The woman in front of him was definitely a "god of magic" level expert. She didn't look very old, she had the calmness of an older sister and the vitality of a young girl.
The very contradictory temperaments are intertwined so harmoniously.
To be honest, Ian found it horrible.
At first glance, she is an old monster.
"What am I waiting for?"
The woman did not respond directly. She slowly walked towards the bay window at the end of the corridor. Her long, white legs looked particularly pale in this black and white world.
"Please allow me to apologize to you, special child." The woman opened the window, looked at the night view outside, raised her hand, and grabbed the withered fallen leaves that were also frozen in mid-air.
"You will lose your father, and I will take him away. Don't worry, I promise to take good care of him." The woman turned her head to look at Ian with a gentle arc at the corner of her lips.
Ian's mind was spinning and his breathing became more obvious.
"You are Death..." Some information surged in his mind, which made his heart tremble. This fear definitely did not come from the woman in front of him.
It comes from speculation.
"You actually know about Death?" The woman was obviously stunned for a moment, and her tone was astonished. She looked at Ian carefully again, then climbed over the window and sat on the windowsill.
"No, I'm not Miss Death. How can I be as beautiful, gentle, kind, and friendly as her?" The woman turned over the dead leaves in her hand, her tone full of admiration.
Maybe there is also a feeling of yearning.
Before Ian could ask again, the woman seemed to know what Ian wanted to ask.
"My name is Tessa, and I'm the same as them." As she spoke, the woman who called herself Tessa raised her slender hand and pointed her cold, white skin towards the dark night.
There seemed to be something hidden there. When Ian hesitated for a moment and walked to the side of the woman, Tessa, his pupils shrank violently again.
Outside the window, the streets were crowded with black figures.
The all-black suits stood tall in the fading world.
The old lady in the front row was holding a black umbrella, the ribs of which were all white. The little boy in overalls was holding a chick, and there was a deep fire shining in the chick's eyes.
There were also men with solemn expressions wearing top hats.
There are men, women, young and old here, not only on the streets, but also on the roofs of houses and cars, there are people wearing black suits and keeping upright postures.
Without exception, they all looked at Ian. Everyone had a blank expression on their faces, except when Tessa smiled and raised her hand, waving at the group of people. Then they reacted.
It all looked very mechanical.
The strange group of people in suits bowed together towards the window.
Neat and tidy, with consistent movements
It was as if they had rehearsed it thousands of times. Everyone's skin was as pale as snow, and in the black and white world, this scene really looked even more bizarre.
"They are paying tribute to you...The lucky man who has this honor." Tessa glanced at the back of Ian's hand. She seemed to be able to see the brand on the back of Ian's hand.
Certain information and secrets were also discovered.
"Um, can you explain what's going on?" Ian looked at the dense crowd of men in black outside with a tingling scalp. He tried his best to keep his emotions stable enough.
"To be honest, you all have good looks. Are you interested in starting a company with me? We can allow those interesting souls to reveal a mysterious past when they gather with their families. All attendees will be shocked and doubt their lives... I believe we will be well received."
Forced humor.
Perhaps it was Ian's last bit of stubbornness.
But his concealment of his emotions obviously failed to deceive Tessa.
"I think you've figured it out." Tessa gently rubbed the dead leaves in her hands, and the dead leaves gradually disappeared in her hands. "You just don't want to admit it yet."
"Dear little one... don't be afraid, and don't be sad." Tessa wanted to raise her hand to touch Ian. "Everything has an end. That is not a punishment, but a new beginning."
Her voice was exceptionally gentle.
However, Ian dodged the pale hands.
"Impossible, how is this possible? There must be something wrong... You don't even know..." Ian wanted to say something to refute.
However, the woman's slender fingers were already softly pressing against his mouth.
"We will never make a mistake about something like this," Tessa said softly, her dark eyes meeting Ian's. Ian seemed to feel the depth in her eyes made him dizzy.
"I am the God of Death, the Grim Reaper, and so are they. There is only one reason for all of us to appear." Tessa's voice was soft and gentle, but it shattered Ian's last fantasy.
"Your father, Clark Kent, is a great man who deserves respect. So, here we are, at least the companions nearby are here, gathered together with love and admiration."
"God died today."
"The death of a saint, the death of a hero... it requires enough witnesses." Tessa's words were like thunder from a clear sky, exploding in Ian's ears and completely shattering the last bit of hope in Ian's heart.
It's like a huge boulder weighing thousands of pounds.
The boy was under so much pressure that he had difficulty breathing.
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