[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

As soon as Allen returned to the izakaya, he locked himself in the room and didn't come out for dinner.

The others didn't know what happened and were a little worried, but they knocked on the door a few times and got no response, so they stopped asking.

Allen collapsed on the bed, wanting to force himself to sleep well, and then forget everything that happened today, but he tossed and turned for a long time, but still couldn't calm down.That painting, the appearance of that person, and every bit of their life in that cabin, all came out frantically from the depths of memory, and every time it became clear, there was a throbbing pain in my heart.

——Painting is my hobby, not a profession.

That uncle who always has a good temper, that uncle Izzy who always has unclean beard stubble and unruly hair, he just likes to draw, and he just helped himself in a critical moment , what did he do wrong?Why did it lead to such a murderous disaster?

——Killing is my profession, not my hobby.

That man obviously said so, he was so gentle when facing ordinary people outside of the task, and he didn't even make harsh moves when he taught the little bastards, why did he want to kill a painter who is powerless? ?How could he do this in order to avenge himself?

Allen turned over, buried his face in the pillow vigorously, and propped his bent elbows under his body, as if he had touched something hard and cold. He took it out and saw that it was a lighter that slipped out of his pocket.

The black body and dark blue texture can turn into water blue or light purple when exposed to sunlight. Under different temperatures and lights, it has different colors, and it is hard to tell which is the true color.Or maybe, each is its true color.

Just like its former owner.

He is gentle and elegant, he is teasing and frivolous, and he is dangerous and cruel.

Perhaps as he said, Tiqimi Ke was originally such a person, and he never changed.

The lighter was held again, and a piece of ice oozes in the palm of his hand.

There are always cigarettes in the izakaya, and there is a box at hand. Allen took one and lit it, and then imitated Tiqi and smoked it.

The nicotine was poured into the mouth along with the gas, and filled the nasal cavity with a pungent stimulation. However, before the end of the walk in the future, Allen began to cough.

This is his second time smoking.

The first time was taught by Tiqi.And he didn't learn.

He couldn't learn how to swallow clouds and mist gracefully like Tiqi, and he couldn't learn how to raise a knife with a knife like Tiqi, and he couldn't learn how to be happy with kindness and hatred like Tiqi, abandoning all the past like a bag of dust.

He can't learn.

The taste of cigarettes lingers between the lips and teeth, but only a bitterness remains.As Allen coughed, he stubbornly inhaled more smoke into his lungs, followed by a more severe cough, his throat was choked by the smell of smoke, his nose was a bit blocked, and his eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor.

Obviously Ming Tiqi can do it so leisurely, why is she so embarrassed when she changes herself?

Why can't it be done?

He thought with some anger, smoked harder and coughed harder, the water vapor in his eyes increased, and his vision became blurred.He suddenly remembered that when he smoked for the first time at Tiqi's house that day, he coughed in such embarrassment, and Tiqi sat opposite him and watched the joke.

That person was no longer the Tichmiq he knew.

It's not the Tiqi who can sing lullabies softly and say love words in a variety of ways; who will save him without hesitation, and then drive him away calmly; who will always be powerful but gentle Mick.

Not anymore.

Coughing after another echoed in the dim room, and he held the cigarette butt tightly, sobbing in the smog.

Just choked on.

Really.

Since that day, both Mo and Fu have noticed that Allen is a little different from before, but they can't tell where the change is.He still laughed often, and was still gentle and polite, but he always felt that there seemed to be something missing in that smile, empty and tired.

"Where did he go that day, do you know?" Mo moved a box of empty wine bottles to the backyard, and then returned to take the box in Fu's hand.

"How do I know." Fu helped to pack the boxes, straightened her waist and said, "When I went out, I only said that I was walking around, but when I came back, it became like this."

"Isn't he bewitched by an evil spirit?" Mo couldn't help shivering when he recalled the way Allen smiled like a spring breeze to himself when he walked out of the room.

"You're just bewitched, you idiot." Fu said angrily, and just as she was about to resume her work, she saw Anita walking over.

"The one just now is the last box, and it's already finished." The hostess opened the curtain and walked into the backyard, and smiled at them, "Business is good today, and there are a little less manpower. It's really hard for you."

"What's the matter?" Mo waved his hands and turned around, "We live here, so we should do a little favor."

"You know it's not going to help you," Fu at the side began to expose him, "If I didn't follow, you would have to move to the kitchen again."

Isn't this just hungry?

Mo smiled awkwardly, and was about to say something when he glanced at a shadow on the courtyard wall, and his expression paused.

"What's the matter?" Seeing his reaction like this, Fu became more alert.

"It seems..." I just wanted to say that there seems to be someone, but at the moment the courtyard wall is empty, and the few branches on the top of the wall are still motionless, it doesn't look like someone has been there.

There are also a lot of cats and dogs around here, maybe a little too nervous.

"It's nothing, maybe I read it wrong." Mo scratched his head and smiled apologetically.

"Did you wake up?" Fu looked around for a while and found nothing unusual, so she was relieved.

If the members of the religious order found this place, how could it be possible for them to live in peace of mind for so long.

"Stray cats. There are quite a few around here, and I will leave some food for them occasionally." Anita seemed to understand something, and then greeted with a smile after a few words, "You also go in for a rest and eat something Let’s call Walker too, today we have his favorite glutinous rice balls.”

The two didn't say much after hearing what was said, and went back to the house one after another. When Anita walked to the door, she turned around, her eyes stayed on the empty wall for a moment, and she also lifted the curtain and entered the room.

"The place where Allian lives, have you been found?" Rhodes sat on the table shaking his calf, turned to look at Tiqi who had just hung up the phone, "Why don't you go find him?"

"The news is so well-informed." The other party glanced at her, but did not answer directly.

The Millennium Lord has secretly sent someone to guard a small izakaya. This is the first time he has known about this kind of thing since he took office.It was also unexpected to find the traces of Allen and his party there by chance.

"Of course," Rhodes twisted the ribbon on the side of the skirt casually, and teased, "You are not the only one interested in things about Allen."

"You just talk about yourself, don't take me with you." Tiqi took out the lighter to light a cigarette, and stopped looking at her.

Rhodes was silent for a moment, then withdrew his joking look, and said suddenly.

"Why didn't you tell him?"

This question seemed unclear, but Tiqi paused after hearing it.

Rhodes saw it clearly, jumped off the table, turned around and walked over.

"You can't punish his love for you just because he hurt you." As she said this, she took out a piece of paper from nowhere and put it in front of Tiqi.

There was something of a scarecrow on the piece of paper, somewhat blurred after being soaked in water—part of the painting.

Did this girl follow you that day?

Tiqi took the piece of paper with a cigarette in his mouth, and rubbed his fingertips over a black spot on the scarecrow.

"Some people, miss is a lifetime."

Rhodes added this again.

Tiqi seemed to smile, and then with a twist of his fingers, he stretched out the piece of paper to the lighter that was still burning.

"But some people..."

The flames danced, brown folds appeared on the edge of the paper, and quickly curled and deformed, turning into ashes in the surging flames.

"Wrong, but also for a lifetime."

The dust and smoke dissipated, leaving only a burning pain between the fingers.