[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

The darkness, the boundless darkness, accumulated around him as if it had substance, and his limbs were as if they were filled with lead, and he couldn't lift his strength. There were dull pains in his hands, as if being crushed by countless wheels.

In the bottomless darkness, there seemed to be a few traces of scarlet.In the chaotic colors and chaotic picture, a face appeared vaguely.Whose face is this?Can't see clearly, it's still a chaotic red.Looking down, the neck under this face was cut off by a piece of glass, and a viscous dark red liquid kept coming out of it, and it suddenly opened its bloody mouth like a few small snakes and rushed over. The blood-stained eyes snapped open—

"what!!--"

Allen sat up suddenly in shock, and the lifted bed sheet slowly fell to the floor.

Is it a dream?

it's a dream...

Fortunately it was a dream.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.As soon as he got used to the darkness, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the window.

"ah!……"

The exclamation faded away in the middle of it, because he had already seen the true face of the "figure" - the hanger with the coat and hat hanging on it.

It was too much of a fuss.Having worked in the underworld for so many years, is it possible that he still believes in such absurd remarks as the resurrection of the dead for revenge? It's really bad.

But he was real, he killed someone.And it was the first time to kill two in a row.

Although he has been dealing with various gang organizations before, Allen has never had direct contact with killers, nor has he killed anyone.Not to mention that the organization would not entrust this kind of task to him, a brat, even if there was a similar situation, Allen would cleverly shirk it.The usefulness of this queer imp is not in force, so no one can blame him.

But just like the vicious man with wine-red hair reminded him many times: if there is no now, it does not mean that there will be in the future. Sooner or later, his hands will still be forced to be stained with blood.Even, that blood may belong to someone who is very important to him.

Although he was not convinced, he had to admit that at least half of that old drunkard's prophecy had come true.

The moment he felt the sharp weapon in his hand pierce the flesh, Alian felt that his whole hand was shaking.When he left, he glanced at the corpse, and the strong smell of blood made him feel sick, and he almost vomited out.

The hideous face with tearing eyes came to mind again, Allen quickly shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

His back was drenched in cold sweat, and the pain became clearer after waking up. Allen felt that there was almost no pain in his body.The left eye was only wounded to the flesh, and it has been bandaged up without any serious problems; the brain is as groggy as if it has been trampled by thousands of camels, and the bones in the whole body seem to have fallen apart, and the little finger of the left hand is indeed dislocated. .

Due to the implantation of holiness, coupled with years of physiological fusion and electromagnetic wave stimulation, the nerves in Allen's left hand became exceptionally developed, and even a small injury would cause excruciating pain.So Fu said it was a ticking time bomb in his hands.Fortunately, other than increased pain, no other harm has been found for the time being. Fu always reminds him to pay close attention during each routine inspection, and inform her immediately if there are signs of side effects.

But on the other hand, thanks to this exceptionally sharp left hand, Allen's ability to cheat at the gambling table skyrocketed, and soon became his unique skill to ensure his foothold in the world.

Originally, he wanted to go back after the dressing was finished, but Tiqi asked him to listen to the doctor's advice and stay in the hospital for two days for observation.Instead, he went home after treating the wound himself.

He lost too much water in a cold sweat. At this moment, Allen felt as if his throat was on fire, and it was so dry that he felt uncomfortably dry.The jug next to the shaker was empty.It seems that I have to go out to fetch water.

Allen got up unsteadily and got out of bed.

The aisle was depressingly quiet, and the cold wind came in from nowhere and blew at the ankles, making people hairy.I don't know what time it is in the middle of the night, and there is no one on the way.Some wall lamps have long been broken and have no light, or they are still flickering irregularly due to malfunctions. Finally, the road to the water room is almost completely dark. Allen swallowed hard and walked in.

When he came out, it was like having another nightmare. Allen touched the clothes that were soaked by the spilled water, thinking that he had to change again.There was also a shirt left by Tiki in the room.

Tiki.

When thinking of this person, Allen's footsteps suddenly slowed down.

What would he think about that day?Suspicious?Will you question yourself the next time you meet?How should he answer?

In fact, Alian himself didn't quite understand what happened.At first, I thought it was the religious order's actions without notifying themselves.But later it was discovered that the group who attacked them was vicious and sophisticated, and they were obviously members of the underworld.And judging from their actions and attire, they don't seem to be sent by the religious order at all.What's more, how could it be so easy to scare the snakes when they put a long line to hang the big fish.

Is that a struggle of interests between gangsters?

No matter how I think about it, it should have nothing to do with me, but why do I always have an inexplicable sense of guilt in my heart?

Allen thought of the steaming glutinous rice balls in the square, of the back that was always in front of him, of the butterfly dart, of the hand stretched out to him, of the phrase so gentle Talking like a dream.

"We go home."

Family?

Where is home, where is home.

He, Allen Walker, has long since lost his home.Or if you have to say it, the church is his home.

But this "home" cannot be easily returned.As long as he was undercover, he had to be vigilant all the time, not to expose his organization, so he could only rent a hut anywhere and spend long days and nights alone.How dare he expect a "home".

He was afraid of loneliness, that's why he was so easily moved, so easy to soften his heart to the enemy who casually gave him a little care.Yes, that's it.

"You are so old and immature."

Allen said to himself like the bad bureau chief who took him in.

Just as he was thinking about it, a familiar shadow at the end of the corridor suddenly diverted his attention.

Seems to be……

Yes, if I read correctly, it seems to be him.

What is he doing here?

The figure disappeared in a flash, and Allen quickened his pace to catch up. The sound of slippers rubbing against the floor echoed in the empty corridor, which was very clear in the darkness.

He rushed to the corner and turned around to see if there was anyone there.There was only one street lamp flickering tenaciously in the empty corridor, and there was no moonlight outside the window.

Did you see it wrong?

Maybe I haven't woken up yet.

Allen yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes and went home.

But wait.

go back from here...

How should I go?

Kanda was not interested in this mission - he always disdained to do such villainous actions as killing a person who had no resistance or even unconsciousness.But after all, it is a task, and it is secretly assigned by the superiors.Despite his disgust, he had reasons to obey from the start.

The street lights in the hospital were not very good, and the corridors were poorly illuminated, which made it easier for him to move around.

As soon as he found the ward where the target was, he heard someone walking in the corridor. The door was unlocked, and Kanda quickly ducked in and hid in it. After the sound had faded away, he then approached and began to carefully check the sign with the name of the patient—— It was really effortless.This kind of intensive care unit for seriously injured patients has such weak protection measures that this private hospital can really close down.

Kanda looked up at the target of this assassination.

The religious order is not like the police station. Their actions are based on concealment, and guns and ammunition are used in large quantities in an unassuming manner, so as not to leave clues about the source of the guns such as those bullet marks.Therefore, except for a few snipers, these assassination forces use cold weapons as much as possible.Of course, there are also crazy guys who like to go barehanded.

Kanda used a knife, and his weapon made it easier for those who found the dead to think it was a slashing of an internal gang dispute.Another reason for him to perform this mission is that he is special.

He will absolutely complete the task, keep it secret, and never ask why.

Kanda drew his knife out of its sheath, quietly approached the bed, and stared at the unconscious man's face exposed outside the quilt.

step……

"bald".

two steps...

"One-eyed".

Three steps...

"Hooked nose".

Stop and stand still.

——Yes, that's him.

Kanda put the knife on the man's neck, his face frosted.

With just a light touch, the scarlet liquid moistened the snow-white bed sheet without hearing the sound of skin being cut.

The person standing on the side wiped the knife twice on the quilt, and retracted the scabbard.He closed his eyes in disgust.