[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

At night, the cabin stands quietly under the starry sky, with only a little light shining through the windows.With a slight creaking sound, the wooden door was quietly pushed open, and a figure stepped out.

The silver-haired boy was wearing only a single shirt, was holding a flashlight, and was slightly bowed, as if he was looking down for something.

How could it suddenly disappear?It was there two days ago.

Allen tried his best to recall the places he had walked in the past few days, but he had no clue—this wilderness looked the same everywhere, how could a person like him with zero sense of direction remember it.

Even so, Allen was still a little unwilling to give up, and pulled the weeds around him to look around.I didn't know how long I searched like this, but when I finally straightened up and looked back, I was already far away from the cabin.

Anyway, things don't run away, or...we'll have a look at them in the daytime.Thinking of this, he turned around, and when the flashlight swayed over, a face suddenly appeared.

"Hey—" Allen was terrified, and immediately glared at him, "Why don't you make any sound at all?"

"Good skill, there's nothing I can do." Tiqi smiled innocently.

"I thought you had already gone back." Allen walked back on his own, but couldn't help but look into the grass a few more times.

"No, just walk around when you are idle and bored." The man followed after speaking, "What are you looking for?"

"It's nothing." The boy quickly withdrew his gaze and walked faster.

"There is no result in searching like this," the man said slowly, and lit a cigarette, "You walked around the same place several times just now, do you know that?"

"I don't know, thank you for reminding me." Allen said angrily, but when he turned his eyes, he landed on the lighter in Tiqi's hand.

"Sure enough, this is the best one to use." Tiqi clicked off the lighter, and dexterously twirled it with his fingertips.

"when will you……"

"I saw it as soon as I opened the cabinet." The man shrugged with a cigarette in his mouth, "I thought you would find out tomorrow."

"It's rude to tamper with other people's personal belongings, Mr. Tichmick." The boy looked at him with displeasure.

"I just want to hang up my coat. And..." Tiqi said and shook the lighter again, "Isn't this supposed to be mine?"

"But then gave it to me."

"Didn't you say throw it away?"

"..." The young man choked, his gaze turned away uncomfortably, and then he said slowly, "Again...accidentally picked it up."

"Accidentally?" The long and rising ending sound brought out a bit of joy.

"If you don't want to, just take it back. Anyway, you'll have to throw it away sooner or later." Finally, the young man threw down a broken jar and turned around to leave.

The man just followed him quietly without speaking.But at this moment, Alian can still imagine that lingering smile even without turning his head.

The stars in the suburbs are always extraordinarily bright, and they also appear extraordinarily high, sprinkled in the inky night sky, twinkling quietly.

"You said..." Allen suddenly said softly, "Is Heb's death or life?"

"Brain death is obviously hopeless, and Rubelier is nothing more than deceiving himself and others." Tiqi changed the topic as he spoke, "But this kind of plan is really not something ordinary people can come up with."

"Why, do you agree with his approach?"

"It's just a casual remark, I'm not interested in doing such a nerve-wracking thing." Tiqi glanced at the person beside him, and continued, "And the person I like doesn't die so easily."

"People will die sooner or later." Allen seemed not to have heard the meaning of the words, and continued, "Speaking of which, when Link revealed the true face of holiness, why didn't you seem surprised at all?"

"There's nothing to be surprised about. It would be surprising if something so motivating is just a scrap of iron."

"Actually... I felt something when I was undergoing regular tests before, but I never thought of this level." Allen said with some emotion, "Sacrificing so many lives in order to resurrect a person, it should be said Infatuated, or cold-blooded?"

Tiqi paced back and forth, but didn't answer.The two of them walked slowly without knowing it, as if they were taking a walk.

"That day..." After a while, Tiqi suddenly said, "...I thought you were dead."

"Huh?" Allen couldn't react to this sudden sentence, "What?"

"On the bridge that day, I saw you being hunted down, shot, and fell into the river..." Tiqi said slowly, his voice unexpectedly soft, "Although I didn't see the body, but at that time... ...I really thought you were dead."

Allen stared fixedly at the man beside him, and didn't speak for a long time.

"You never told me." Finally he whispered.

"Even if I tell you... maybe you won't believe it." The man laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

"You said the same thing about the Black Flood Dragon that day. But do you know," Allen suddenly stopped, turned around, and just looked at him, "Actually, you didn't really trust me."

The man seemed to be stunned for a moment, his eyes moved slightly.Then he took a cigarette in his mouth and took a slow drag.

"I followed that river to look for you." He turned his head away as he said softly, looking at the starry sky amidst the smog, "I've been looking for you for a long time."

Allen listened quietly, before speaking for a long time.

"I believe."

"I found this later." He handed something as he spoke.

Ya Lian looked at it, and it was Tim.

"So it was dropped at that time." He looked at the golden ball, feeling quite emotional.

"I never thought of wanting you to die..." the man continued, "I didn't even when I hated you the most."

"Well," he replied softly, stroking the weather-beaten crack with his fingertips, as if trying to smooth something out, "I believe it."

"Also," the man seemed to hesitate for a while, "Your Uncle Izzy..."

"It's by my side," Allen suddenly said before he finished speaking, "Isn't it?"

The man turned his head suddenly, with obvious surprise in his eyes.

"...When did you find out?"

Allen didn't speak, just took out something and handed it over.The crumpled paper was slowly unfolded, revealing the boy with crooked eyebrows and the strange pattern overlapping the scar on his left eye.

Weird pentagram tattoos - Tiqimiq's unique taste.It seems that a long, long time ago, he even fought hard for this reason.

Tiki smoothed the painting slowly, like smoothing a treasure.

"Tiki, do you know," Allen said softly and slowly when he spoke again, "After that, I often wondered if Tiqimik and Uncle Izzy were really two different things. Man, would you actually do that?"

The man beside him looked at the painting and said nothing.

"I admit that I was very happy when I was with you. I admit that I can't let you go. But I also can't turn a blind eye to everything that happened. Tiqi, we are two different people. You can't change me, I It can't change you either."

"Does it have to be changed?" Tiqi suddenly continued, "It's not bad as it is now."

"What about after that? Can it continue like this?"

"can."

Allen turned his head and glanced at him.

"Unfortunately, I can't answer as fast as you." He paused for a while before adding, "Or to be precise, I haven't answered until now..."

"It will be very tiring to be so persistent in everything." The man scratched his head with a mature expression.

"At least if you don't do this, you won't be able to convince yourself." Allen said and looked at him, "Besides, you don't care about everything, aren't you still obsessed with preaching to me?"

"... There are always exceptions to everything." The man waved his hand and said with a smile, "You are the exception."

"That's an honor."

Allen said something casually, and just about to take a step, he heard the other party speak again.

"Maybe the answer already exists, but you just didn't look for it in the right place." Tiqi threw something up, patted it again, and stretched out two fists in front of him.

"It's neither here..."

The left fist is spread out, and there is nothing.

"Not here either..."

He opened his right fist, but there was still nothing.

"It's here."

As he spoke, he took his hand and placed it on his chest.Something was buried in the palm through the pocket.

Finally, the man let go of his hand slowly, turned around and walked away.

He lowered his head, took out the thing from his pocket, and looked at it for a long time.

——That was a lighter.

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Zoom in on the ending at noon tomorrow! ╮(╯▽╰)╭ Two chapters in a row!