[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

"Well, if that doesn't count," Tiqi lit a cigarette, "then I'll do a magic trick for you."

"magic?"

"Yes, use the cards." Tiqi put away the playing cards on the bed and began to shuffle them, "You just need to watch and don't touch the cards."

Otherwise who knows where the cards will go.

"Come and see my mind reading skills." Tiqi smiled mysteriously, and spread the shuffled cards on the bed, "Choose ten cards."

"How to choose? You don't allow me to use my hands."

"What is the number on the left, and what is the number on the right, like this."

"Oh, the No.14 on the left, the right..."

……

"Okay. Now, you chose this one, I haven't touched it." Tiqi put the ten cards facing Alian, "Now you choose one according to your first instinct, just look at it. No need. tell me."

"Oh."

Ten cards of four different suits.Ace of squares, 7 of spades, 2 of hearts... There are also ghost cards.

Allen's eyes stayed on the black and white clown, his weird and funny face seemed to be smirking at him.

"Have you made your choice?"

"Ah."

"Okay, so now..." Tiqi put the ten cards back into the deck and shuffled them several times, with a smile on his eyes, "Let me show you what it means to have a heart."

As he spoke, he drew a card without hesitation.

"Is it this one?"

no answer.

Joker.The black and white clown was standing inside the card and winking at him, mockingly.

"Is this one?" Tiqi asked again.

Allen came back to his senses and nodded reluctantly.

"Haha. Look, we really have a good heart!" Tiqi smiled as expected, took back the cards in his hand and looked at them, "Ah."

"How did you guess that?"

"I told you, telepathy!"

"There must be skill in deceiving someone. What did you do?"

"secret."

Tiqi had an inscrutable look, Ren Juvenile refused to ask any questions.In fact, it is very simple. Among the nine number cards, there is only one "heterogeneous" mixed in, so it is easy to get tricked.

Tikki took a breath.

Joker... what?

"This is the record for this afternoon," Mo handed the restored and processed recording file and some other materials to this person who came for the third time in one day.

"Okay, thank you." The other party saluted solemnly, took the documents, but left in no hurry.

"What's the matter?" Mo saw the other party's hesitation, "Is there anything else, Inspector Link?"

"Well, it's the general's order." Link opened his mouth apologetically, "You know, he..."

"I know, hurry up again." Mo looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"Well." Link is well aware of the heavy burden and pressure of the intelligence bureau, but there is nothing he can do from his standpoint. "The higher-ups are more impatient, so thank you for your hard work."

"Thank you, everyone has been working hard." Mo pointed to the busy people in the room.

"Then I won't bother you any more. I'll wait for your good news. Goodbye..." Link was about to turn around, but he seemed to remember something, "And...Minister Zhang Mo,"

"Ok?"

"That matter..." Link said something unclear, "Sorry."

Don't know that it refers to Allen. The general's most important inspector is apologizing for his superior for the threat that incident caused to Allen.

in his own name.

"Although I can't say anything for him, Allen is not such a narrow-minded person." Mo smiled gratefully, "Just be safe."

"Yeah... as long as you're safe." Link saluted and said goodbye, then turned and left with the typical steps of a soldier.

Mo looked at the machines running at high speed and the busy members in the room, and murmured in a low voice.

"Peace... I hope."

At night, only the sound of gentle breathing can be heard in the dark room.

It has been a long time since Tiki stared at the sleeping boy without moving.He could have made more moves, but he didn't.He just leaned against the lintel of the bed like this, watching like this.

Many people have slept in this bed.All kinds.But it was the first one to lie there quietly and let him watch like this.It will also be the only one.

Tiqi seemed to show a mocking smile, but he didn't know who it was for.

There was a faint light in the darkness, Tiqi looked at the email on the phone screen, and whispered the name written on the first line.

"Kanda Yuu."

This is an unremarkable alley.

The long and narrow corridor is full of old wooden boxes and sacks, and the doors on both sides of the corridor are closed.Occasionally, a curious little head poked out from behind a door, and was immediately pulled back by family members, and then the door was slammed shut, causing the slack door plate to crumble.

There are many people living here, but there are not many people's voices.

Perhaps poverty has made these people lose hope in life. Apart from sadness, there is only a large area of ​​silence in the days when there is no food and clothing.

The window glass of the house at the end of the alley was broken, the lighting here was very poor, it was dark and damp, and the door was covered with mold.I reached out and pushed, oh, it turned out that it was not locked.

The house seemed to have been deserted for a while, and there was a musty smell in the air.There are a lot of wooden sticks, shovels, shovels and other tools piled up against the wall near the door. They may be used for going out to work, or they may be used by vulnerable women and children who are not at home all year round to ensure their own safety.

There wasn't much furniture in the room, and the cabinets and bed boards were also empty. When I opened the drawers, there was also nothing left.

Maybe they moved away, or maybe...

"Sman Dark..."

The man in the windbreaker with long wine red hair threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stamped it out.

"This thread is going to be cut off."

The burnt cigarette butts gradually extinguished, and there was no more light in the room, and there was no vitality in the room.Everything was lost in the stale air that exudes a musty smell.

……

"You mean, he really..."

"Yes." Boss Noah, with white temples, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, held a goblet in his hand, and said in a low voice, looking at the endless stream outside the window, "Although the hair color has changed, it's been so many years. He was also burned to death in that fire. But from the first moment I saw him, I was [-] to [-]% sure. And now..."

Boss turned around slowly and took a sip of his wine.

"Ten percent."

The person on the other side didn't answer.

"It's impossible for anyone else to know that song." The man's tone was firm, "Alan Walker is his son."

It seemed unexpected, and it seemed unexpected.The man in suit and leather shoes standing aside had a deep complexion and remained silent. There was no wave in his dark golden eyes, and he could not see much emotional ups and downs.

I can't tell whether it's joy or sorrow.

……

This is a more inconspicuous alley.

It was dark, dirty, and the air was filthy. Every look behind the window was full of hostility and murderous intent.

Traces of the fight can be seen everywhere on the side of the road, broken glass, broken chairs, and occasionally some bloodstains.Some have already been dried and turned black, and some are still new.

In the corner of the alley, there was the sound of a woman crying, very low, as if she didn't dare to disturb anyone, but it also contained some heavy sadness.

The man in the windbreaker came to the door of this house, wanted to knock on the door, but hesitated for a while, then turned and walked to the window on the other side.The man's long wine-red hair and the left half of his face under the half mask were vaguely reflected on the dusty window glass.

A corner of the window paper on the glass has come off, and through this corner, the weeping woman can be seen squatting on the ground, in front of a pile of rotten vegetable leaves, from which she is picking out relatively complete and edible vegetables. Leaves, put them in the porcelain basin with a corner missing.The woman sobbed while picking, stopping from time to time to wipe off the tears on her face with the black cloth wrapped around her arm, and her hand holding the vegetable leaves trembled slightly.

Behind the woman is a wooden table against the wall, with a simple spiritual tablet on it.In the photo is a man laughing loudly. His eyes are beautiful and energetic. A long and thin scar extends from the corner of his left eyebrow to his cheek, but it doesn't look fierce. Instead, there is a bit of gentleness in his smile.

In the small plate in front of the altar was a piece of vegetable leaf, which seemed to be the biggest one compared to those in the porcelain basin.

The visitor outside the window stared at the photo for a while, then seemed to give up the visit and turned to leave.

When I walked out of the alley to the street, the air seemed to be a little fresher.

The masked man in the windbreaker took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

"Looks like this one is broken too." He shook the cigarette case but found that it was empty. The man crumpled the empty box in disappointment. "Today is really bad luck."

It was approaching noon, and the streets were crowded with people, and the voices of vendors hawked one after another, occasionally mixed with a few dogs barking.

"It's time to eat," the man thought, and looked up at the shops on the street. "The wine there is good, let's get some cigarettes..."

As soon as the man took a few steps, he bumped into a figure.A closer look revealed that it was a small girl.

The girl ran into this man who was nearly two meters tall, as if she had hit a solid wall, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little girl," the man apologized, leaning over and touching the girl's head, and helped her up, "I didn't notice you, where did you fall?"

As he spoke, he looked the girl up and down, and reached out to pat her dusty buttocks.

"Hey, have you touched enough! You pervert!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, you'll be found out."

"It's best to find out, and then tie you back as soon as possible, so we don't have to pretend to be confused every day."

"It's not that easy to tie me up."

"How long will it take you to go back? All the staff at Mo's side have been working overtime for five consecutive days."

"Then hang on for a few more days."

"Are you still human?"

"No."

"roll!"

"Then I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

"The innocent passer-by was injured by you, you should give some pension at least."

"No money."

"go to hell!"

"Little girl, be careful next time, goodbye."

The man waved his hands and got up to leave.

"Well, humanistic care." The man stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Then get some wine on credit first, and try Medusala today."

The sun is shining brightly and the wine is in full swing.

In the outpatient clinic, the doctor is examining a little girl who broke her leg.

"Does it hurt here?"

The little girl shook her head.

"What about here?"

"Well."

Wax Flower has always felt that Dr. Siman at work is the most gentle, and that flat and calm smile has a reassuring effect.He also likes children very much, and the children who come to the hospital also like this gentle and kind doctor.

I heard that he himself has a lovely little daughter who seems to be suffering from some serious illness, and the family is short of money, and will not be able to raise medical expenses for a while.As a doctor and also as a father, this kind of thing must make him uncomfortable and anxious.Wax Flower sympathized with this well-known male doctor, but there was nothing she could do.

"There is no injury to the bones," the doctor put down the girl's trousers, helped her up, and said gently, "Be careful next time."

"Well, thank you doctor." The girl sat up blinking her eyes, stretched her hand halfway, thought for a while and changed another hand, holding the doctor's broad palm.

At this time, a nurse knocked on the door outside the clinic.

"Dr. Sman, someone is looking for you."

"Got it," the doctor turned and walked out, "here."

The door of the consulting room was gently closed, and the doctor standing outside opened his palm, and there was a rolled note lying inside.