Esther poked the crow's neck tentatively: "Why do I feel you are so familiar..."

The crow did not avoid her fingers and allowed Esther to gently rub its neck. There was a smile in its eyes: "Yes, why?"

Esther immediately retracted her hand like an electric shock. The contemptuous tone in this rhetorical question reminded her of that strange little insect. This made her subconsciously search the coffin, and sure enough, she found the little bug curled up in a ball in the corner, which looked very autistic.

"Hey, wake up, are you okay?"

After Esther held the little bug in her hand, it bit Esther very hard. Esther's hand shook because of the pain, but she tried her best to hold it up without letting it fall. Esther was quite depressed. : "It's because I don't admit it, so there's no need for the bite to be so painful. You weren't so fierce before..."

The crow suddenly answered: "If you think it's fierce, you can let me eat it."

Esther looked at the little bug on her hand, and then at the crow that was still stained with dirt. She suddenly waved hard to drive away the crow that had been landing on her lap, and nervously held the hand of the little bug. He held it in his arms and looked at the white-rimmed crow with caution.

"It is the best friend I have ever met since I opened my eyes in this world! Even if I am the only one who thinks so, it is still my friend! I will not let you hurt it!"

The crow flapped its wings and landed on the tombstone, rolling its eyes humanely: "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious!"

No one spoke for a while. Esther always felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. She subconsciously looked at the little bug in her hand and found that it was raising its head curiously at her.

[People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today’s moon once shone on ancient people. ]

The crow couldn't spit out ivory from its mouth, but it spit out two sentences in Chinese with a clear accent, and even its tone was full of lamentation.

Esther's eyes widened, and then she immediately kicked the idea that the crow was also a time traveler out of her mind, and seriously thought about its attitude just now and its familiar way of getting along. She once said this casually when she was confiding, with only the little bug by her side.

The sighing tone was exactly the same as Esther's at that time, and she remembered it very clearly.

"Then you just suffocated under the quilt..."

"Okay, I get it! You don't have to say it anymore! So you, you really are - then who is it?" Esther looked at the little bug on her hand and then at the crow, repeating this action back and forth several times. all over.

The little bug couldn't help it anymore. When it spoke, its voice was filled with a smile that looked down upon Esther: "I am Amon."

Esther looked at the crow again, and the crow innocently blinked at her and said, "I am Amon."

Esther was still blushing because of embarrassment, but now she became expressionless: "Should I cooperate with you and say 'I am Amon'?"

"What a pity, you can be, I have an honorable name -"

Before the little insect finished speaking, Esther interrupted him mercilessly: "Crow has said this many times before, but I am really not stupid. All extraordinary people should know not to recite honorary names casually. Something! No matter how careless you are, you should be alert to this!"

The crow laughed again. The fun it had tonight was enough to offset the frustration of the past few months, especially now that it was another Amon who felt the frustration. This made the crow enjoy the farce even more.

But this is a cemetery after all, not a safe place suitable for a tea party. If we continue to waste time like this, it will be dawn, and the patrolling Nighthawks are likely to come over. It is necessary to urge Esther to leave here as soon as possible.

"But you are indeed dead, Esther. You have been lying here for several days. Do you want to come and see your tombstone?"

When Esther looked at her epitaph and cried and laughed, the little bug that had been put in her pocket clearly felt that her emotions were being transmitted along the invisible bridge. It felt like It was countless thunder sounds superimposed together.

The impact of such strong fluctuations of emotions was too great, and the little bug felt pain because of it. It instinctively curled up and entered a closed state, and fell into a deep sleep to isolate itself from the bombardment of Esther's excess of humanity.

It's so terrifying. How can a clone of a born mythical creature stand this? No wonder the clone of Sequence Seven has been having fun today, it turns out he is still here waiting to trick me!

We must find an opportunity to trick her into chanting the honorable name, so that the main body will notice this place...

Of course, the crow didn't know what the little insect was planning. It watched Esther wiping her tears with her sleeves happily: "So you'd better think about what to do, while packing your own coffin."

Of course Esther knew what it meant. Resurrection from the dead was not a good thing. It would only frighten other people who saw this scene and be wary of her: "This is really a strange experience. I have to bury my own coffin." .”

"Better than digging your own grave."

"Speak as if you have really done it." Esther picked up everything in the coffin. Except for the silver holy symbol and more than ten soles of cash in her pocket, she had nothing on her body, and she was once again in poverty. Her head hurt when she thought about it.

But what had to be done had to be done. After covering the coffin board, she grabbed a shovel and dug up the soil hard. She couldn't bear to bury the coat and newsboy hat beside her directly in the coffin, so she simply put them on herself because the sleeves The hem and hem were too long, so Esther could only put the coat over her shoulders as a cape.

The crow next to him kept shaking off the dust on his body, making Esther's tombstone dirty: "If you haven't thought about where to go, I have already thought of it for you."

"You always want me to go to Jianhai County, but I don't want to go there. Winter will be here in two months, and I have to find a place to start from scratch. Although I also dream of living a safari life, that is only in adventure novels. A romantic story. It will be freezing all over the world, and I won’t have the confidence to resist."

"So you can go and ask for help from Amon over there - a member of the family."

Esther twitched her lips, used a shovel to pat down all the soil on her grave, and stepped on it twice: "Don't tell me that your whole family is called Amon? Then how do you distinguish each other?"

She shook the shovel in her hand: "Where did you get this? You have to return it."

The crow flew to Esther's shoulder and waved its wings in the direction of the tombkeeper's hut: "But before returning the things, maybe you are a little interested in another unlucky guy?"

"Another unlucky guy?" Esther stopped just as she was about to walk to the tombkeeper's hut. She instantly figured out who the crow might be pointing to, and her face showed sadness, "He is indeed... you know the direction. Really? Take me to see it, thank you."

The crow pointed in another direction with its wings, walking out of several rows of quiet epitaphs, Esther's eyes fell on a black and white photo of a young man.

The young face without wrinkles is very bookish, and the black hair is combed to the sides of the forehead. Even just looking at the photo, Esther can recall Klein's gentle brown eyes. He was always a little polite and reserved. He laughs, but never mind joking to liven up the atmosphere.

"The best colleague." Esther muttered softly.

In addition to being a time traveler, he also has many other secrets, Esther thought sadly, maybe she will never know what happened to him. Obviously two people can become the best friends who have the most common language in the world, supporting and helping each other in this different world, and encouraging each other to go further together.

But before this happened, I was already gone forever, my friend.

Esther carefully wiped Klein's tombstone with her sleeves and straightened the bunch of white flowers that had begun to wither in front of his grave.

[Comrade Zhou Mingrui, good night, I wish you a good dream. ]