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Beach City, restaurants.

"Thank you for the hospitality."

William Hand said dryly, pushed the door open and walked out of the restaurant. He held a food bag in his rough hands, which were full of mud and filth.

The glass door was closed, swinging back and forth under the inertia, and the restaurant inside the door was already in a mess. The seats were rickety, the cutlery was scattered and broken, and the floor was stained with oily residue and blood stains. The waiters and customers were all lying on the floor, their skin and flesh clinging tightly to their bones, like dehydrated mummies.

The most horrifying one seemed to have tried his best to crawl to a position near the door, leaving deep marks on the floor with his blood-stained fingernails. But he was unable to climb out in the end and was left in this purgatory forever.

William Hand hummed a tune and walked briskly across the street, returning to the cemetery in the suburbs. It was quiet and no one was there, only the cold wind blew through the grass, making a rustling sound. The tombstones are arranged in an orderly manner, with vague names and dates engraved on them. The trees on both sides were tall and twisted, their branches and leaves swaying in the wind, and the sound sounded like something whispering in the dark.

William came to several tombstones juxtaposed. He placed the food paper bag gently on the grave, leaned down, and kissed the damp, muddy land gently.

"It's time to get up," he said.

The ground shook for a while, then seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. Cracks spread, followed by black liquid roiling, gushing out like underground water, but dark and sticky like some kind of gel.

There was a low roar, and a palm with shriveled flesh tightly wrapped around the bones poked out from the ground. The twisted body broke out of the grave, the pale face was covered with dark filth, the eyeballs were protruding, and the clothes were rotten and stained with mud, like the dead of the God of Death.

"Hello, Dad."

"Bros."

"And...Mom."

William Hand, the Black Hand, looked at the haggard and horrified family with their heads tilted and showed an intoxicating smile.

"Look at you, you've finally become beautiful."

"come together."

He picked up the food bag from the grave and said with a smile.

"I brought dinner."

A few minutes later, they arrived at the Hande family's old house.

That's where William grew up and has memories of his entire childhood and youth.

Unlike the imagination of many people who later met the super criminal Blackhand, most people would think that he had an unfortunate childhood and that he must have had a very bad family to become the pervert he later became.

but it is not the truth.

The truth is, Blackhand sees nothing wrong with his family. His childhood was happy by his own standards. Everyone thinks he is a weirdo and he cannot fit into any group, even his own family, but this does not prevent him from loving them.

He loves his parents, loves his brothers, and knows that they also love him. This may be the weirdest part and the most difficult for others to understand.

So when he became the Black Hand, he came back here one day and killed them all.

Because in his eyes, death is eternal.

Death is the most beautiful thing in the world, the greatest gift that can be given to a person in this dirty world. He shared death for his family, just as he did for himself.

Yes, he blew his own head off a long time ago. His own body to pursue the ultimate death.

He was already dead, even now.

The abandoned Hand House exudes a spooky atmosphere, like a haunted house forgotten by time. The walls were covered with mottled paint and shocking cracks due to the ruthless destruction of time. The windows had long been shattered, leaving only a few broken window frames swaying in the wind, making creaking sounds.

A dead family sat around the dining table, eating strangely, surrounded by spider webs.

"What?"

William Hand picked up a piece of fried chicken with a fork and looked at the family members with cracked faces.

"No, Dad."

He shook his head and said to the mummy across the table with glasses on his nose.

"The family affairs are now as dead as yours, and the funeral home has closed down. There are no more dead people to bury.

But that won't happen with me here.

As long as I am here, the dead dominate everything. That’s what the future ideally looks like. "

He ate a few more mouthfuls in silence, while the four mummies sat motionless around him, staring at him with protruding eyeballs.

"What? David? No, just this time, don't worry about it." He suddenly glared at the brother next to him, "Or I will bury you back in the soil, I swear I will."

He and several mummies looked at each other for a few seconds.

"No." William said firmly, "Now that I'm at home, I'm going to do whatever I want.

This world has always been wrong. I can hear the sound of death, so I realize this. You have never had this talent, and you always think I am a freak.

David, you always bully me for this, and father, you always turn on David. You all think I have a mental problem, oh, and that incompetent psychiatrist will remember to remind me to wake him up from the dirt another day. Now maybe I can discuss with him what my personal fantasies are.

But not now, not today. "

He sat up straight and rested his chin on his fingers.

"You are very lucky. I love you. You are all my family, so I won't care about this with you. And I will give you this gift.

You will be the first to join me, and you will be the pioneers of a new world - a world dominated by the dead.

But before that, I had to find a way to kill as many people as possible in one go. Then I let them wake up from the earth, and then they would continue to do the same thing after waking up.

Then I will no longer be a freak, no longer the weirdest one. "

He said with a pleasant smile, which could even be said to be a bit sunny, but it looked a little weirder on his pale face.

"Then the whole world will be one big happy family again."

At this moment, the chandelier above the restaurant that was covered with spider webs and should have been powered off suddenly flickered twice.

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing outside the door.

"Oh, it seems we have guests."

Black Hand tilted his head and waved.

"How about you go take a look, David?"

His brother's mummy was silent for two seconds, then slowly stood up, tilted his head and walked to the door.

He reached out and opened the door.

A woman in black tights with skull-like white stripes on her body.

Silver Enchantress, a magical supervillain, is good at using screaming sound waves as weapons, and even has a significant effect on Superman and Wonder Woman.

"Oh, Enchantress, you are late." Black Hand said.

"It's so hard to find a place like yours."

The Silver Enchantress walked through the door and glanced at the mummy David with disgust.

"Do you have to meet in a strange place like this?"