Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. The small, pink and tender baby has long grown into a tall girl.

She has white and delicate skin, long red hair like fire, and two braids hanging on her chest. In particular, her eyes are also pure and beautiful red. Such a girl with red hair and dazzling red eyes can easily attract the attention of people in the town. When everyone meets her, they ask her whose child she is.

"My name is Dorothy, and I'm Rafael's nephew." Dorothy is a polite girl. Coupled with her sweet appearance, she is deeply loved by the adults in the town, especially Uncle Marian.

Marian is an old bachelor. When he was young, he was said to have been a seaman. Many children in the town like to listen to his stories about adventures on the sea, and Dorothy is no exception.

Every afternoon after school, Dorothy will not go back to the bar directly, but first go to Marian's cabin by the sea to listen to interesting and exciting stories with her friends. But today is different. Dorothy didn't come with her friends. She was the only one today.

"Dorosy, where are your friends?" A different kind of joy flashed in Marian's gray eyes. He looked out of the wooden house. There was indeed no one else, so he turned around and poured a glass of brandy and sat down to drink slowly.

"They are in a hurry to go home today, so I came here alone." Dorothy smiled sweetly and said, "I haven't finished the story you told yesterday. Can you continue to tell that story?"

Marian patted her on the head, stood up and poured another glass of brandy, and handed it to Dorothy: "Come on, my little angel, would you like some?"

"But... Uncle Raphael will blame me..." The yellow cup in front of her is very powerful for Dorothy. She licked her lips and wanted to take it, but her hand shrank back when she touched the cup.

"It doesn't matter! As long as I don't tell Raphael, how can he blame you? Besides, it's really cold in my cabin by the sea! How can you warm up your body if you don't drink a little? Under Marian's persuasion, Dorothy was a little shaken. She took the cup and took a slight taste. It tasted good. After all, it was the first time to drink. Dorothy didn't know much about it. She drank it all in one gulp. After a while, two red clouds floated on her cheeks.

"Oh, my God, Dorothy, you must be drunk! Look, I'm in trouble with Uncle Marian!" Marian quickly grabbed the cup in Dorothy's hand, but she seemed to be addicted to drinking. She stretched out her little hand and asked him, "No, Uncle Marian, please pour me another cup!" I still want to drink it!"

"No, no, this time it will really make Rafael unhappy! Come on, come on, I'll take you home." Marian put Dorothy on her back effortlessly. Although she had a small protest on his back, she fell asleep for a moment.

Marian showed an inexplicable smile and sent her to the bar. Raphael looked at her figure early at the door of the bar. Seeing Marian and Dorothy sleeping sweetly on his back, he couldn't help but be shocked: "Marion, what's wrong?"

"Hey, brother, don't be angry with Dorothy. It's all my stupid attention!" Marian returned Dorothy to Raphael's arm. "It's too cold in this cabin. I wanted the little guy to warm up. Who would have thought... alas!"

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Raphael thanked her and asked Marian to sit in the bar first. She came to the back door of the bar to send Dorothy back to the bedroom, took off her clothes, covered her with a quilt, and put her clothes on the back of the chair. At this time, a note-like thing fell on the floor. Raphael bent down to pick it up and saw the handwriting on it. He was stunned for a moment, and then a disdainful smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Those guys dare to provoke! He wants to see how rampant they can be! No, he wants to tell Fred the news quickly.

At this time, it was already dark. Fred came to the bar and saw Marian sitting next to the bar and hurried over to greet him.

"I said, old man, you came early enough! What would you like to drink today? Fred went to the bar and took out a bottle of wine. "How about this?"

"Haha, I have good wine here!" Marian winked at Fred and magically took out a bottle of rum from his arms. "Brother specially shared it with you!"

"Haha, it's a great honor!"

Fred was tasting wine with Marian. Raphael calmly came to Fred and interrupted the two people with a smile: "I'm sorry, I have something to say to Fred. Fred, come here for a moment."

The two came to the backyard of the bar together. Raphael shrugged his shoulders: "I really didn't expect that you would drink that kind of thing besides blood!"

"Please, I haven't touched it at all!" Fred raised an eyebrow and said, "Say it, what's the matter?"

"Look at this." Raphael took out a piece of straw paper from his trouser pocket with a few words written in a mess. It looked like waste paper that had been rubbed by someone, but Raphael still folded it neatly.

Fred took it and began to read it by himself.

There is only one simple sentence written on it: I'm staring at this leaky fish.

"Aha!" Fred patted his palm and couldn't hide his excitement. "Can't those guys hold back? Where did you get this? I can't forget this dirty and disgusting feeling for the rest of my life! This kind of paper is like declaring their identity to the world!"

"It fell from Dorothy's body." Raphael shook his head. "It seems that this poor child can't escape bad luck."

"In fact, she looks..."

"I understand, Fred." Raphael grabbed the note, and the note immediately ignited a flame and turned into ashes in his palm. He clapped his hands gently and let them fall under his feet. "But her fiery red eyes... It's rare to have such a similar color in the world!"

"Oh, isn't it?" Fred spread out his hands and said, "I think it's just a beautiful coincidence, isn't it?"

"But..." Rafael can't refute what Fred said. After all, what he said is not wrong with the truth. "Well, I admit it, but you always have to give me a souvenir. It's not too much."

"Yes, but it is extremely dangerous to be immersed in the past and unable to return to the present. I advise you to recognize the truth as soon as possible!" Fred patted Raphael on the shoulder and walked to the lobby of the bar.

Recognize the facts?

Raphael shook his head.

As long as the bright red color does not disappear in front of his eyes, he will never forget her. The red-eyed girl whose name is also Dorothy. She gradually lost her soul, fresh blood, and turned into a dry corpse.