There is only a small withered yellow light in the huge office. The interior layout is extremely simple, with only office desks and chairs and some empty glass cabinets. This has led to only tough lines in this space without any soft beauty.

A man was lying on the desk, his hands were raised, his fingers stretched out, and he kept circling around the yellow light bulb of the small lamp.

"Click-Click-Click-" The ice maker in the corner of the room continued to make ice cubes. Every few seconds, a square ice cube fell into the storage tank of the ice maker, making a crisp sound.

"Da, dada, dada..." The man hummed an unknown tune in his mouth, and his eyes dissipated unconsciously due to thinking.

That face was a very familiar face Jiang Shu had.

Clow.

He opened the watch, and the schema-illuminated light screen was projected on the ceiling, while he remembered the appearance characteristics of the face with interest.

The face on the light screen is Jiang Shu.

At this time, a call reminder appeared in the projected corner on the ceiling.

It was called by the man named Tang.

Clow yawned and answered the phone.

"You're back?" Tang's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah." Clow nodded, and he reached out to take out a piece of white square paper, then folded it on his own, and replied casually while folding it, "No chance was found."

"Don't have a chance?" Tang's voice could not hear much emotion. He did not think deeply, but just narrated his request, "In three days, find Diller Dick. At the same time, he grabbed Jiang Shu and Liu Tingruo, regardless of life or death."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Clo replied weakly.

"What do you want to do?" Tang was a little confused, "I need..."

"No." Clow interrupted Tang without hesitation, with a little dissatisfied in his tone, "Please keep in mind the mental illness."

"beep--"

The phone has been hung up.

Don looked at the words "The other party has hung up" displayed on the watch and frowned slightly.

For some reason, he had a vague premonition that Clow might have been out of his control.

But now, like other "undead" creatures, Clow is a creature he summoned and should be under his control.

Maybe it was because of this guy's mental illness.

Tang thought for a while, but there was no result.

Then we can only use other means to monitor Crow.

Although it would take more energy, he didn't care at all. After all, this spiritual man had really defeated the three major armies head-on.

Some efforts are also worth it.

The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was that he could not understand Clow's behavioral pattern with his thinking. He had been secretly observing Clow for a long time through surveillance, but it was still fruitless.

This made him wonder whether he could guarantee that Clow would not lose control at all. If Clow lost control...

It's also hard for him to imagine the consequences.

On the other side, Clow had already folded the two origami works in his hand: one looked like Jiang Shu, and was wearing a suit and tie; the other looked like Liu Tingruo, wearing a white coat.

He still lying in a lie position. He placed the two paper men on the edge of his head and stood there. Then he turned his head to look at the two paper men standing side by side, and suddenly blew his breath and blew them down and threw them to the ground.

He suddenly felt a little bored.

I don't want to do anything and don't bother with that Dick Tang.

Jiang Shu, Liu Tingruo.

These two names are very familiar, but he can no longer remember much.

The Dead.

He calls himself that now.

Although he still has a body and feels touch and is still moving in this world, he knows that he is a dead person, but he is only resurrected by Dick Tang using unknown means.

He shook his body, turned over, and turned out the area of ​​the desk, so he felt the real sense of weightlessness and let his body fall to the ground.

This pain is real.

It really doesn't seem like this is a strange dream.

Clow looked at the two black tarot cards in his hand, one was the "magician" and the other was the "hanging man". He carefully observed the changes in the patterns on the tarot cards, and then threw them aside.

He got up from the ground, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

The layout of the bathroom is exactly the same as the layout of the office, and it is both in a minimalist decoration style.

There are only showers, toilets, dressing tables and half-length mirrors.

Clow took out a folded red plastic basin from the cabinet next to him and spread it out with great enthusiasm. The plastic basin was big and completely unfolded like a large bathtub, enough for him to lie in it, but his legs needed to be placed on the edge of the plastic basin.

Then he ran to the office, took out the large basin of ice, ran into the bathroom, and poured the whole basin of ice into the large plastic basin.

Clow bent down and buried his head in the ice, feeling the coldness in it.

This was a very novel experience for him.

He is now in a semi-biological human and semi-mechanical state, still flesh and blood. Even at his request, almost all of his body is composed of flesh and blood, but most of the sensory information is directly provided to the brain by different types of information collectors, and it will not trigger this body's protection mechanism.

It's very simple. He can feel the cold now, but he will never feel pain or pain because of the cold.

Then, Clow took another goblet and placed it on the edge of a large plastic basin.

"Ah--" He lay comfortably on the bed made of three or four layers of ice, making a sound of swaying scream.

He took out a knife and slashed his wrist.

The blood slowly oozed out and condensed into a red line at the edge of the knife. The line flowed down with gravity, and then slid across Crow's fingertips and dripped into the goblet.

The red liquid gradually disappeared from the bottom of the cup and gradually spread upwards.

And Clow just let his blood flow out and flow into the transparent goblet. He just smiled and looked at the scene in the mirror.

Transparent ice cubes, transparent goblets, bright red blood, bright red plastic basin.

Behind the snow-white wall background, a handsome blonde man in a slightly wet white shirt lay on the ice.

Such death undoubtedly has a strong visual beauty.

"Wow, world famous paintings." Crow couldn't help but praise.

Then, he closed his eyes and hummed the unknown tune again, "Da, dada, dada..."

As time goes by, the scenes reflected in this bathroom are completely different.

Within three hours, it is withering; if the time is longer, blood will overflow from the goblet, and a pool of blood will appear on the floor of the bathroom, which is a mess; if the time is longer...

That is the view of giants.

And the beauty of this work of art depends on when his body was discovered.

Clow smiled with his eyes closed, and his fingers of his other hand beat in the air in the rhythm of minor tunes.

What is art? This is called art.

——

Tang deep frowned under the cold white light. He couldn't help but grit his teeth, and then suddenly overturned all the documents and pens on the desk in front of him.

He rarely loses his composure and only develops such anger when things completely lose their control.

Clow committed suicide because he wanted to know what the undead would become after his death and whether he could continue to be called the undead.

“…”

Tang, who received this news, was stunned for a while. He thought that it might be difficult for him to guess the mentally ill-treated thinking, but he did not expect that Clow's thinking would be so difficult to guess.

If you say you die, you will die.

He didn't know what he should do.

In the three days after Clow's death, he could no longer pull him out of the world of the dead.

Even after three days, it will cost a lot of resources to summon Clow back again.

and……

He remembered the task he had assigned earlier, which was also three days.

He had his own arrangements these three days and could not spare any energy to deal with Jiang Shu and his group, which was likely to cause a lot of trouble to his plan.

——

At about six o'clock, Jiang Shu opened her eyes.

In the end, he and Liu Tingruo returned to the secret base.

It is said to be a secret base, but it is actually just a small building hidden in the border area of ​​the CD area. The small building is connected with other buildings and grows unscrupulously in this place similar to a slum.

Yes, the slums are the area where people in the lower middle level of the fifth district live. The surroundings are not too chaotic or peaceful, and everything is equal.

However, no one would have thought of a fully armed building in this place.
To be continued...