[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

When Allen went back, he chose the small path, and it was quite peaceful without bumping into anyone along the way. Seeing that he could go to the suburbs by crossing another street, he finally relaxed a little, and at this moment, a familiar Suddenly, his figure flashed across the street, and while his retina captured the message, his heartbeat also missed a few beats.

The man is still the same.Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he is personable, without the slightest trace of hostility.

Allen stared fixedly, and forgot to hide for a while, but fortunately, the other party turned sideways and did not see this side.He seemed to be on the phone with someone, walked away a little absent-mindedly, raised the hand holding the cigarette, paused before it was brought to his mouth, and even stopped his pace - he was looking at a certain place without blinking , looking a little strange.

Allen was only puzzled for half a second, then suddenly he was startled—that was the direction of the cabin!

At this moment, Tiqi suddenly turned his head, and Allen was startled, and hurriedly dodged to hide behind the wall, his scalp became tense, and his heart beat violently.I don't know how long it has passed, but there seems to be no more noise, Allen poked his head out carefully, and checked again, the person opposite is no longer there.

Is it a coincidence?When Tiqi looked in the direction of the cabin just now, his expression was a little subtle, could it be...

Oops!

Thinking of the possible danger, Allen panicked and ran out.

Don't worry, don't!Fu is the only one in the cabin, she is so out of shape now, if she is attacked, it will be very dangerous!Please, please, just wait until he goes back!

Seeing that the cabin was getting closer and closer, there was no fire, no people surrounded, no signs of fighting, but I couldn't feel at ease without seeing what was going on inside.Allen ran all the way, rushed straight to the front of the house and kicked open the door——

"Fu!"

wow-

The moment he rushed through the door, something clanged and fell to the ground, followed by a loud curse.

"Damn you! What are you yelling, you startled me." Fu pulled the stool away angrily, and bent down to pick up the fallen things.

"Uh..." Yalian looked around and finally recognized the situation at the moment, "Are you okay?"

"What could be the matter?" Fu gave him a white look, "What's wrong with you, you were surprised."

"It's nothing, it's fine." Allen scratched his head in embarrassment, then stepped forward to help, "What are you picking up?"

"It's not you." Fu paused for a while, squatting and said, "I was still studying the baby Mana, and you kicked the door and came in. I was so scared that my hand shook and fell to the ground."

"I've been researching that for a long time, and I haven't seen any clues yet." As Lian picked it up, he looked at the people around him. Fu was doing as usual at the moment, with her usual stinking face, and the haze of the past was swept away. And light, as if nothing had happened.

Is it really all right?

Recalling the appearance of Fu in the past few days, although she was in grief, she never cried once, never made a fuss, said nothing, did nothing, never vented any emotions, just endured it alone Go on, how can you bear it.

"Then tell me, it's just such a few scraps of metal, why are they still hidden like a national treasure." Fu poured the parts she picked up into the glasses case, shook them twice, and suddenly said, "No Was it dropped by you? Maybe it was originally assembled, but it fell apart when you dropped it."

"Impossible. I noticed it as soon as I held it. There was a jingle inside, so it must have been loose." After Allen argued, he looked at the glasses case in Yanfu's hand, "Maybe the clue is on the glasses case?"

"The box is fine, I checked."

"What about the patterns on it?"

"Just a few crosses, as many as you want in the church. I'm sure the spectacle case was given to him by the church." Fu looked in and out again, and finally gave up, "Well, someday First take this pile of parts and ask the people in the optical shop to see if they know the purpose."

"we can only do this."

Allen nodded, and went on to dig the part embedded in the crack of the floor. When the force was too much, the small round part popped out with a click, and Gululu rolled a long way along the ground.Allen chased all the way to the wall, stretched out his hand against the edge of the bed, and finally pulled it out from under the bed after touching it for a long time. Several gray paper balls.

The texture of this paper is no stranger to Allen, it is exactly the kind of drawing paper that Uncle Izzy usually uses.He blew off the dust on it, unfolded it carefully, and as the contents of the painting were presented little by little, Allen's eyes widened, until finally, they were filled with disbelief.

He put down the painting in his hand, and went to tear down another group, one after another, each one was like this, and each one had the same content, which became more and more mature with the change of brushwork.Although none of these are finished drafts, it is obvious that each one has been drawn with great care.Allen unraveled faster and faster, but when he unwrapped the most tightly kneaded one at once, his hand holding the painting suddenly trembled.

"I've finished picking up everything here, is there anything missing there?" At this time, Fu had already walked over from the other side.

There was no movement.

"What are you looking at, have you found a clue?"

Still no sound.

"...What's wrong with you?" Fu finally noticed something was wrong.

pat-

A drop of warm liquid landed on the painting, snaking down the folds twisted by excessive force.

On the drawing paper, the boy named Allen Walker leaned slightly sideways, smiling so warmly in the sun.

……

At 3 o'clock in the morning, the Fourth Forensic Laboratory.

The guard on the night shift had a bit of a stomachache these two days. He kept going to the toilet as soon as he fell asleep at night, counting this trip already three times.After finally finishing the work, he returned home with a flashlight in his sleepy eyes, and couldn't help but start to complain about the damn layout of this floor—it's okay if the bathroom is too far away from the duty room, but there is such a gloomy corridor in the middle , the feeling of having to pass by the mortuary autopsy room every time I go to the bathroom is fucking terrible.

Seeing that the corridor was finally coming to an end, the guard finally breathed a sigh of relief, drowsiness began to creep up, he yawned and stretched, but his arms froze just as he stretched halfway, and the cold sweat on his back suddenly broke out ——The moment the light of the flashlight swept across the door, it seemed that a figure was reflected!

Damn, it must be dazzled, right?

After hesitating for a while, he finally raised the flashlight tremblingly, and shone it on the door glass of the mortuary. As the aperture moved up a little bit, he couldn't help swallowing again.

Finally, the light penetrated into the door, and he could vaguely see the general idea. He bravely went up to have a look, but he didn't find anything unusual, maybe he was really sleepy.Or confused.Out of awareness of his post, he lowered his head to check the door lock, and it was fine. As for whether to open the door and go in for a closer inspection...

Come on, just because of such a small duty fee, he can't afford to take his life, and there is a wife and children waiting for him to support him at home.

Finally calming himself down, the guard didn't want to stay any longer, so he quickly grabbed his collar and turned towards the duty room.The trampling sound of the slippers on the ground soon faded away, and the corridor was quiet again. At this moment, with a soft "click", the door of the mortuary opened silently.