[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Commercial street, sightseeing tower top, revolving restaurant.

This is the most luxurious private room.The area is not large, but all kinds of entertainment facilities are available: card tables, karaoke machines, pianos, computers, and even two astronomical telescopes.The floor-to-ceiling windows separate the inside and the outside, and the scenery outside the window recedes slowly with the rotation of the private room.Here you can have a panoramic view of a large landscape with the sightseeing tower as the center.

Allen was sitting at the nanmu dining table, and he was finally willing to lift his buried head and sit upright until the waiters who were accompaniment to Western music were dismissed by the Millennium Lord.

It's all due to that wicked uncle, who just said "Don't wipe it, just go out like this!" and dragged himself out without any explanation.Well, with tattoos on his face, he should look more like a real bad boy now.

"Why, doesn't it suit your appetite?" Duke Millennium on the opposite side put down the tableware, "You don't seem to have eaten much."

"No, I'm not hungry." Tiqi explained, taking a sip of the wine.He really couldn't understand how the boy who had already eaten two meals still had space in his body to hold a plate of steak, a pair of chicken wings and two plates of snacks.

"Tiqi, how did the investigation go?"

"Not much progress, if possible, I would like to use the next few insiders."

"Use it if you think it is necessary. If those people don't make the most of it as soon as possible, it will be useless if they are discovered one day."

"Ok."

"But as soon as possible, the new munitions will be in place in two days, and we will start action as soon as there is a result. We must find out before then."

Allen immersed himself in eating dessert, savoring Haagen-Dazs carefully, as if he didn't pay attention to the conversation of the other two.

Does "that matter" refer to the pursuit of the holy whereabouts?

He knew in his heart that Lord Qianqian would use any means to obtain holiness. If he knew that what he had been seeking for a long time was in his hands, even [-] lives would not be enough to die.

Have an inside line?Was it planted in another gang, or the police station?or……

The odds are low, but not impossible, that the overseers of the higher church are everywhere.

If so, who would it be?

What do they want to check?

What action will be taken after finding out?

The conversation between the two seemed casual, but the key information inside was tight.As a kid who has just arrived, it is impossible for him to interrupt and ask something rashly.

Allen was hesitating whether or not he should try a routine, when he heard a cell phone ring.

"Pick up the phone," Lord Millennium got up, "You guys play for a while first."

"Yes, Lord Millennium."

Looking at the leaving figure, Allen always felt that the ringtone of the phone just now was so familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

However, all kinds of mobile phone ringtones can be seen everywhere, and it is not surprising to hear similar ones anywhere.

The carved wooden door closed silently, leaving only two people, one big and one small, in the private room.

"You seem to be afraid of him?" Tiqi, who was sitting beside him, dragged his chin with one hand and looked at him sideways.

"He is the boss, of course he will be in awe." Allen put down the empty glass, "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid," Tiqi replied quickly, "That's what happened when I was young. He said that we are now full-fledged wild wolves, the bigger the more dangerous. I think it's very appropriate."

The gentleman smiled slightly.

Allen didn't say anything, looked around the private room, and his eyes fell on the piano.There is such a feeling of nostalgia.

"You know how to play?" Tiqi keenly caught the boy's expression.

"A little bit." And only a little bit.

"Then try it," Tiqi suggested, "let me listen."

"Actually, I only know one song."

"Then play that one." Tiqi had already got up and walked to the piano, and opened the piano cover.

"But I'm not sure if I can memorize the whole score," Allen was still hesitating, "It's been a long time..."

"How do you know if you don't try it. Look, I will serve you personally," Tiqi moved the piano bench upright, "please." A graceful "please" gesture is endlessly elegant.Allen stood up hesitantly, and just about to say something, Tiqi pushed him to the piano, pressed it lightly, and sat down.

"Just play wherever you want," Tiqi patted Allen on the shoulder, "OK?"

The black and white piano keys are lined up in front of the eyes, reflecting the lights.Allen put his hand up.Familiar touch, slightly cool fingertips.With a light tap of the index finger, the low and slow a sound came out clearly.

The sound waves oscillated from the strings, climbed up the fingers along the keys, and flowed into the body, conveying the past events that had been dusty for many years to the mind one after another.Allen seemed to be able to feel the loving figure standing behind him, as if that person would come over at any time to point out where he played wrong, reached out to touch his head, and then quietly watched him continue.

The existence of this person who passed away ten years ago suddenly became clear again.

This is the only piano piece Manor taught him.He taught him hand in hand, and even the scores were taught by Mana himself, one sentence at a time.Throughout that afternoon, Mana had been so dedicated to accompany him, always with him.

Is it because of miss?

This piece of music that has been played countless times, after such a long time, is still remembered so clearly.

Allen suddenly felt touched.

Tiqi stared at the boy intently, listening quietly, with a puzzled look on his face.

The tone of this piece is sad, but it must be said to be beautiful, there is no special ups and downs, just a gentle sigh like a whisper.But for some reason, the scale seemed a little strange, and Tiqi couldn't tell what was wrong, so he felt a little awkward.Probably the composer is still a novice, so he can't grasp the smooth rhythm well.

The young man played very intently, his eyes sparkled, and he also showed some sadness, as if he had been immersed in the story written by this tragic song.

Isn't this playing well, what a modesty.

Tiqi was thinking this way, but suddenly he realized that there was another person standing beside him, and he was taken aback for a moment.Just as he was about to speak, the other party raised his hand to stop him, motioning him to keep quiet.

It must be that I was too absorbed in listening, and I didn't even know when the Millennium Duke would come back.Looking at the side face of the elder, Tiqi suddenly felt that the expression seemed to be a bit vicissitudes, and the calmness of the usual call for wind and rain was removed. Standing here at this time is only an old man with sad eyes and a silent expression.

Such a thousand-year-old man is a bit strange.

The elder's eyes wandered, as if he was looking at the person playing the piano, or at a very distant figure.As time passed, he seemed to return to that time ten years ago. The complicated past was superimposed in front of his eyes, and finally merged into a hazy coat, which was draped on the young man playing the piano.What appeared in front of his eyes was that familiar yet unfamiliar figure that he would never forget.

He still remembers.Does he even remember?

The sound of the piano was humming, and Allen was not sure if he had played it wrong. After all, there was nowhere to look for it after many years, and no one would come to correct him at this time.

The left hand is matching the chords, and the right hand deftly skims over the keys, quickly stroking out a series of scales.As the knuckles intertwined, Allen suddenly felt that something flashed through his mind, but he didn't grasp it.

It seems that a silk thread is about to be caught in an unknown place, and it will be connected into a thread, connecting the dazed end to the causal end.

With his hands moving and his fingertips moving, a minor triad popped up.The three tones resonated and trembled to the eardrums at the same moment, the wire was suddenly connected, and Alian was shocked as if being hit by an electric current.The hand playing the piano stopped suddenly, and rested on the keys in disorder, making a shocking discordant sound.

Remembered, he remembered.

"Why didn't you play it?"

The man's voice sounded behind him without warning, causing him to turn around in shock.

Yes, that inexplicable sense of familiarity comes from exactly like this piece——

The ringtone of the person in front of me called "Millennium Lord"!