[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

——Tiqi, how did the investigation go?

——Not much progress "beep—" If possible, I would like to use "beep——".

— Use it if you think it is necessary.If those "beeps" are not used as soon as possible, maybe "beeps" will be useless.

--OK.

——But as soon as possible, after two days, "beep beep—" start to act immediately.Before that, you have to "beep beep——"...

"What happened?!" Mo frowned, grasping the earphones to distinguish carefully, "The quality of this recording is so poor that it is almost impossible to hear what was said, and it is very likely that important information will be missed."

"Hey, I can't help it," the assistant, Sif, was also helpless. "The second studio has been working overtime recently to test the positioning and tracking performance. There are many such fluctuations in every recording."

"Continuing like this is not an option." Mo put down the earphones and stood up. "The technical difficulties will not be broken for a while, and the monitoring work here will be disturbed. If this continues, both ends will fail."

"But there is no other way, the order from above is to kill, it seems to be inspiring." Sif continued to adjust the instrument with a sad face, "It would be great if the director was here, he doesn't seem to be afraid of the people above, with him The pressure on us will be much less.”

"Don't just rely on him, work hard and concentrate." Mo patted his assistant on the shoulder and walked out of the monitoring office of the first studio.

Although the signal is very disturbed these days, what happened a few days ago can still be heard.That killer named Tiqimi Ke, he treated Allen...

I don't know what the boss will think.Every day, someone from the headquarters would come to get the monitoring records. This period of time was obviously more frequent than before, especially after Yalian joined Noah.

The general was really afraid of Noah.

This kind of deep-rooted killer group cannot be easily moved.Whether it is the surrounding dangerous environment or the cruel task that may be performed at any time, neither is really suitable for the kind-hearted child who makes people feel distressed.Those high-level people in the church only care about the overall situation, the success or failure of the task, whether the important holiness is exposed, and how many of them will care about the feelings of the young man who is only regarded as a holy vessel.

Allen has always been so obedient, telling him to do anything, as if he didn't want his life.Of course, he had no choice - if he wanted to escape, the cult would capture him even if they overturned the entire city.

Would Mana have regretted his research if he could see what he sees today?

Although that is also forced.

Yes, how many of us are not forced.Or, it was forced willingly.

For the so-called justice.

When he was about to walk to the second studio, Mo saw Fu who had just returned from a mission.

"Hi!" He greeted with a smile, "Welcome back."

"Hi..." The girl pulled her disguise, looked a little tired, and yawned, "I'm going to sleep for a while."

"Oh, good." Mo stood there for a long while watching Fu's leaving back.

Still the same.Regardless of whether the task is dangerous or not, successful or not, this strong and capable girl never needs extra care such as "are you tired?" "It's hard work!"She will always say "I'm going to sleep for a while.", and then go to the next battlefield full of energy the next day.

His expression darkened for a moment, Mo retracted his gaze, switched back to work and pushed open the door of the second studio.

The warm water rushed over the young man's body, washing away the burdens on his body and the exhaustion in his heart.

Allen turned off the shower valve and went to get shampoo.When he touched the cold tiles, there was a sudden sharp pain in his left hand, and Allen couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"What's wrong?" the person outside the door asked.

"It's nothing." Although the pain was severe, it was only fleeting like lightning. Allen raised his left hand and clenched his fist. Apart from a slight numbness, there was no other abnormality.

Probably the little finger injury is not fully healed.

"I put your clothes at the door," Tiqi's voice sounded from outside, "Do you want me to wash with you?"

"No, thank you." A tone of not bothering you.

Tiqi's naughty laughter came from outside the door, probably because he had already guessed the expression of the people inside.

Ever since we went to the playground together that time, this man's frivolous remarks from time to time have become commonplace.But the two of them never made it clear. Tiqi always kept a joking tone, and he avoided them all, ignored them, and didn't say much.

Allen was a little thankful for Tiqi's attitude.He didn't want to analyze the man's motives for doing this and saying these words, he didn't want to know.Because once the mission is over, none of this matters.

But why, I always feel that there is something hanging in the air, not high enough, not low enough, very unsteady.

Let's keep it like this.Allen started to wash his hair, and the foam quickly grew in the snow-white hair, blending together with the same color.The white head in the mirror looked like a little old man.

His gaze fell to the left forehead.

The tail dragging under the upside-down pentagram has strange lines, winding all the way to the cheek.The tattoo drawn by Tiqi has faded a lot under the washing of the water, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it lightly twice, and it disappeared.

It would be great if the memory could be wiped without a trace like this.

Or maybe, what remains after erasing is that thin, real scar.

Allen turned on the water valve, fine water lines sprayed down, and white mist appeared in the bathroom again.

When Allen changed his clothes and entered Tiqi's room, he was on the phone.

"Are you sure? Okay, send it to me directly. Well, bye."

When Tiqi hung up, he saw Allen coming in. He threw the phone on the bed casually, and walked forward to look at it—as expected, no matter how tight the clothes were, they became loose and tempting for him.

"You really aren't strong enough, no wonder you were beaten to pieces." Tiqi grabbed the boy's shoulders and squeezed them.

"It's not the same for you, I thought you could get it done quickly." Allen countered righteously, "Speaking of which, when you taught me how to use a gun in the bamboo forest, you hid the gun like a magic trick, why did you hide it that day? It's a critical moment, but you didn't bring anything with you?"

"I brought some water guns that day, how can this compare. If it wasn't for teaching, who would carry more than a dozen of them every day? Do you think I am moving the gun storage?" Tiqi said, and suddenly he wrapped his arms around The young man said, "By the way, it's still early, and it's not time to go to bed. Would you like to play some games?"

"What are you playing?" Allen's gray eyes were full of vigilance.

"Play what you're good at."

"Eh?"

Tiqi turned around and found something from the bedside table.

"Are you sure...you want to play this?" Allen pointed to the stack of playing cards in Tiqi's hand, and asked in a fox-to-rabbit tone, "With me?"

"That's right, come here." Tiqi sat cross-legged on the bed and began to shuffle the cards, "I know you are good at this game, but I am also a person who has been in the casino for more than ten years, and I have slaughtered no fewer fat sheep than you .”

Allen didn't speak, and sat on the bed.

"I've been wanting to compete with you since I saw your abilities that day," Tiqi said with high spirits, "It's really itchy to suddenly find a rare opponent."

"Then," the boy said calmly, "if you want to play, there must be rewards and punishments to make it interesting."

"Of course, the loser has to pledge a valuable item to the other party as a price." Tiqi has already shuffled the cards and put them between the two. "You go first. Or do you shuffle it again? lest I do something wrong."

"No need," Allen reached out to touch a card, looked up and smiled, his eyes sparkled, "Come on, I'll relieve the itching for you."

The wind was blowing, and Tiqi knew that the demon soul had possessed him.

"Then let's get started." Very well, I was really fooled.

Two 10 minutes later.

"Straight Flush——" Tiqi showed his cards, and smiled slightly in victory, "And it's led by A. It's over."

"Straight Flush——" Allen didn't show any weakness, and placed the one-color spade card on top of Tiqi's row of hearts, "And it's the Ace of Spades in the lead, what a pity."

The young man still maintained a sheep-like smile, watching the changing situation on the face of the man who threw himself into the trap.

"No way," Tiqi said with disbelief on his face, "You can figure this out? Hey, I miscalculated."

The annoyed expression on the man's face was so pleasing to the young man's eyes.

It turns out that you also miscalculated.

"Hey, what a pity for my fiery heart," Tiqi said plaintively, pointing to the stack of hearts, and then ordered Allen's spades, "Sure enough, I was "hacked". "

"I would like to accept the bet," the boy smiled gently and stretched out his hand, "I got another change today, thank you for your patronage."

"Of course I'm willing to admit defeat." Tiqi sat up calmly, and the annoyance he had just now suddenly dissipated, "I just said that it would be good to use valuables as collateral, right?"

"Yes..." Allen felt a little strange about Tiqi's subtle expression changes.

"Then," Tiqi suddenly approached and kissed the young man's brow, "Just this..."

Before the boy could react, Tiqi pinched his palm and pressed it to his heart, holding it tightly.

"And this." The eyes met, and the expression was burning like drunk, "I will mortgage it to you together."

The young man stared blankly at the other party, forgetting to speak for a moment.

"Indefinitely." The man added.

on purpose.

Deliberate, deliberate, deliberate... this person must have done it on purpose!

Allen's ears felt hot, and he finally realized that he had been fooled a long time ago.This cunning man did it on purpose from the beginning.

"What, what a mess, don't deny it!" Allen withdrew his hand, "Don't even think about fooling around like this, it's expensive..."

"Precious stuff, right?" Tiqi smiled deeper, "Isn't my affectionate kiss plus a whole beating heart precious enough?"

"Of course not enough, you are talking to yourself." The boy was unmoved.

"Hey...you can't show some face. Do you cooperate more, it's so boring." Tiqi looked disappointed, "It's rare to think of a fun idea. If you lost just now, I will ask you to mortgage yourself to me .Look, with such a clever way of picking up girls, don't you feel a little bit of admiration for your teacher?"

"No." Allen's hot cheeks had already cooled down, and something seemed to have dropped in his heart, leaving a piece of space.

"Besides, there's no such thing as picking up girls here, I'm a man."