So, Mr. Zhang went to take a shower, as quickly as possible, while he was wearing pyjamas, while Mrs. Zhang fell asleep as soon as she remained awake, he would not continue to look, thinking about what had happened, with his last consolation before falling asleep was the thought that even if the
So, if all he thought was that Liang Huang was involved, there was no reason to approach him, not yet, but his wife, Mrs. Zhang, was a beast when it came to her sister.
So, the Liang Huang knew very well what they thought of them and people with all the problems that this could cause, he didn't see how he and Liánhuā could get involved with anything that was worse than he thought, God protect them if his wife knew something horrible had happened to his younger sister.
Whatever had happened, meanwhile, Mr. Zhang yawned and turned around. It couldn't affect him; he hoped the house would still be standing when he woke up.
Just as he was thinking how could he be mistaken.
Mr. Zhang was perhaps drifting off into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside showed no signs of sleep.
The woman, in turn, began to compulsively clean every inch of that damn house, starting with the kitchen, apparently, cleaning was always a way for her to deal with problems, before she blew everything up, she saw a fucking guy inside the stove. that she couldn't wipe away, so, she started rubbing until she couldn't see anymore, if ever, this subject existed outside of her mind.
About that.
The street lights began to flicker and the electricity began to fail.
Someone would get a terrible slap or worse.
He was still sitting as still as a statue, his eyes fixed on the farthest corner of Hēi'àn de huíyì, 4, even though he didn't even flinch when a car door slammed into the next street, amidst lights that seemed about to go out. , in which she thought about what could happen, even if not even when two owls dived from above.
Knowing that in fact, it was almost midnight when the cat moved, then, a man appeared at the corner that the cat had been watching.
It appeared so suddenly and silently that one would have thought it had come out of the ground, when the cat's tail twitched slightly and its eyes narrowed.
No one had ever seen anything like this man in Hēi'àn de huíyì, 4, he was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, long enough to tuck into his belt.
In which he wore long robes, a purple cloak that trailed the ground, and boots with high heels and buckles.
In that his jade green eyes were surrounded by slanted eyes, he was a cross between English and Chinese, in that they were a spectral glow, with their luminous and sparkling behind the half-moon glasses and the very long nose and crooked, as if he had broken it at least twice, everyone knew the story of the nose, so let's leave it for later.
His name was Felix Brecht Ammer Ehrenberg.
Felix Brecht Ammer Ehrenberg didn't seem to be aware that he had just stepped onto a street where everything, from his name to his boots, was frowned upon, mainly, he didn't realize that whoever was waiting for him was about to destroy the street with him along.
He was busy feeling the cover, looking for something, even then, the lights began to tinkle, which didn't seem to matter, but he seemed to be aware that he was being watched, because he suddenly raised his head towards the cat, which continued to look at him. fix it from the other end of the street.
Even though for some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him, he started to laugh, he said. - I should have imagined.
He found what he was looking for in the inside pocket of his cloak, what looked like a silver lighter.
When he opened it, lifted it into the air and turned it on, then the street lights started to go out, what he didn't notice, was that right in the middle of it, the other lights that he didn't pull out, were shaking. , the house seemed to shake with him, lights flashing.
The nearby streets began to jingle, the world shook, but stopped, in which everything nearby went out with a dry click, when he turned it on again, then, the next lamppost blinked and went out, twelve times he clicked the switch. “black out”, until the only lights on in the entire street were two tiny dots in the distance, in the eyes of the cat watching over him.
Even if someone watched, or stuck out their head, and watched from the window now, even the beady-eyed Mrs. Zhang wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening on the sidewalk.
Brecht Ammer Ehrenberg put the eraser back in his cloak and walked down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat.
Even though he didn't look at the animal, after a while, he approached it.
– I imagined meeting you here, Professor. Hēi húlí Sheng Mao.
Then he turned to smile at the cat, but it had disappeared, instead he found himself smiling at a Yatagarasu-looking woman who, in that she was a woman who had the appearance of a Chinese witch, with long hair. white glasses in which she wore square-rimmed glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around its eyes.
When she did too, she wore an emerald cape, in which she had her white hair tied in a long, tight braid, looking decidedly irritated.
- How did you find out? – She questioned him.
- Ah, my dear, I have never seen a cat sit so stiffly.
– You would be breaking if you had spent the whole day sitting on a stone wall – replied the Professor. Hēi húlí.
- Why all day? – He asked her, when could he be celebrating?
I must have passed more than ten parties and banquets on the way here.
The teacher sniffed in annoyance.
– Ah, yes, I saw everyone is celebrating. – She said impatiently.
- The woman you're going to see will give you the kind of celebration you need. – She said, more than fearfully.
- She's not the type to wait for news until last. – The woman said.
It wasn't what they were expecting that they were a little more cautious, but no, even the absentees noticed that something was happening.
- Which even happened on the news. – She indicated with her head the Zhang’s' dark room. – I heard... flocks of owls... shooting stars... Now, if you didn't talk to her before, didn't send a message, what do you expect her to do now? – She questioned him.
- These two aren't completely idiots. They couldn't help but notice something, without a warning, without a letter. – He said, adding. – Inevitably, she will calm down. - He said.
- She's waiting for an answer, how much longer would this party last? – The other asked.
– Until she became suspicious?
- As for the damn shooting stars in Kent, I bet it was Loki De Osmond's doing, she's not stupid, her husband is her doormat or rather barrier. – Meanwhile you celebrate.
- That man never had much sense. - She said.
“You can't blame them,” Brecht Ammer Ehrenberg said politely. –
- We have had very little to celebrate in the last eleven years.
– I know that – replied the grumpy teacher, forget about your sister, they are still celebrating, leaving the woman in the dark, but that is no reason for us to lose our heads.
- Around us, people are being completely careless, taking to the streets in broad daylight, without even wearing absentee clothes, and spreading rumors. - She said.
From the corner of her eye, she glanced intently at Brecht Ammer Ehrenberg, as if expecting him to say something, but he remained silent, so she began again:
– It would be funny if, on the very day that the one who walks in the darkness seems to have finally left, the absentees discovered our existence.
I suppose he really is gone, isn't that right Brecht Ammer Ehrenberg?
– There seems to be no doubt. - He said.
-We have a lot to be thankful for. - He said.
- So, would you like a lemon ice cream?
– A what?... – The other replied.
Before everyone could continue talking, he introduced his lemon ice cream...
A creak at the door, the lights shook, when the wind stopped trembling, the waves stopped and the air became stuffy.
The door was ripped from its frame, with it, an extremely clean, shiny four-burner stove, a clean metal brig seeing the reflection of their faces, was thrown towards the wizard, sending him with an explosion towards the house from the front, breaking down the door with immense speed.
With that, destroying fences, while another wave of energy launched the washing machine, shiny and aluminum, then upwards along with the cat, then bursting, falling with everything in the house next door, everyone saw that the lights went out.
- Oh, I knew you were here. - She said.
At that time, the wizard came out of the house, which was reduced to rubble, a barrier shrank to the point that the house was torn to pieces, if there were other people besides him, they would never tell their stories.
- Honey, I came as quickly as possible, I'm sorry. – He said, leaving with soot everywhere.
- I heard about the parties. - She said.
- My dear, I'm sorry. - He said.