[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Allen walked on the crowded street, walking quickly.

It wasn't because of habit, nor was it because of a rush of time, nor was it because he was hungry and hungry—he just wanted to get rid of the few followers behind him.These people are really good, they can keep a distance of 30 meters to hide their whereabouts without losing track.

No wonder.After going through all these things, it would be too abnormal for the Earl of the Millennium to still feel at ease with himself.

It's been a long time since I've been to the church, and I wanted to try to go back quietly, but looking at the situation, it's obviously unwise to go back now.Allen sighed in frustration, and as soon as he turned the corner, he bumped into the person on the opposite side.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't look at the road just now." The person who had been full of worries kept apologizing, and quickly squatted down to help the other party pick up the things that had been dropped on the floor.

"It's okay, boy." The other party picked up the paint box that fell on the ground, and smiled at Allen friendly. The thick swirl glasses at the bottom of the bottle reflected the sunlight, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Eh? You are—" Allen recognized immediately, "The uncle who paints!"

Tiqi had no mission today, and the injury on his hand was much better, and the weather was fine, so he became interested.

Perhaps few people would believe that a killer who takes money and kills people in seconds will be interested in an oil painting that may not be able to produce a painting after sitting peacefully for a whole day.Ketichmick is exactly such a person.

Not only does he draw pictures, but he also knows the rhythm and plays the piano well. In his spare time, he likes to read a few books and covers a wide range of subjects. He is also very interested in wine knowledge and has collected many famous wines. He also has some experience in cooking.

Several of Noah's generals mentioned Tiqi in ordinary chats, and they all had to admit: He is a person who understands life very well.

Oh, except for some sharp-tongued fake loli.

"Tiqi has a split personality. If you take every one of him seriously, you will be crazy." This is her evaluation.

Rhodes knew that this man not only liked to play with these romantic things, but also liked to make himself look like a commoner, to hang out with those little people who would be very satisfied as long as they had food and clothes every day.Also known as experience life.

Go live his experience.She, Lord Rhodes, is not interested in knowing about the humble lives of those little characters.Tiqi always thinks about something, and when the novelty wears off, he will naturally get bored.

For these comments, Tiqi always laughed them off.Everyone has their own role in life, and what sets him apart is that he can play many roles as he likes.It is a very delicate thing to look at one's own life from the perspective of other characters.Appreciating the various roles and lives in the world from the inside out will give him a wonderful sense of detachment, as if everything around him is just a story in a novel, and he is the one who knows everything and always holds the A playful spectator.

Sometimes, Tiqi is not even sure whether this so-called killer is the role he really wants to play.Or, will it be impossible to change a character if you accidentally play it too much?

Tiqi always felt that if he had lived in a normal family since childhood, he might have become a great philosopher.Of course, it's not bad to be a happy folk painter.

But when this unrestrained folk painter opened his outfit, he found that the paint had run out.

Then the scene just happened.

When he saw that familiar white figure approaching, Tiqi was overjoyed and was still hesitating whether to call him, but he didn't expect this guy to bump into him as if he didn't wake up.

And when the phrase "uncle" is called out, the good mood brought about by the unexpected meeting is greatly reduced.

"Coincidentally, we really met again." The silly boy looked very happy, "Do you live nearby?"

"No, just come and buy some paint."

"That's it." Allen stood up, passed the paint in his hand, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the brand and pattern on the package, "This one, doesn't it look cheap?"

"Huh?" Tiqi was taken aback.

That's right, even a layman can see that such a high-grade paint is worth a lot.

"Oh, it's really terrible." The uncle smiled and shrugged indifferently, "I worked several jobs at the same time and saved up wages for several months, and I just spent them all in one go."

Tiki does go to various construction sites and farms to do odd jobs from time to time.Of course, it's not for that little salary, but for fun.He likes to see different faces of different people and tell different stories with different accents, and he gladly joins them and makes friends with different partners.

"It must have been very hard." Allen carefully looked at the paint box in his hand, "Did it break? It dripped or something."

"It's okay," Tiqi didn't tell him that no one would use "drip" to describe oil paint, "but if you really feel sorry, or do me a favor."

"What's the matter?" Allen blinked blankly.

"It's very simple," the uncle who painted the picture smiled, "Come and sit at my house."

The painter lives in the suburbs, not far from the wheat field we met last time.A small wooden house with complete internal organs is next to the square pond, surrounded by open grassland, and on the hillside on the back is a small forest with singing birds.

It really resembles the living environment of a painter.

"No one comes here except me, you are a rare guest." The painter smiled heartily, pushed open the door, and let Allen into the room.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing that catches the eye are the oil paintings of various colors placed in twos and threes on the drawing boards and walls. The rest are simple necessities of life, which are enough for a painter who does not ask for much.

"It's so beautiful, it's like visiting an art exhibition." Allen said excitedly.

Some of these paintings are architecture, some are pastoral, and some are small animals, with different styles and shapes, but there are no traces of people.

"You don't seem to draw portraits very much?" Allen asked casually.

"Yes, I don't draw people." The painter opened the curtains to let the fresh air in. "Humans are the most complicated animals. You can't draw them, you have to see them."

People can't draw?This is the first time I have heard of this fresh argument.Allen looked at the painter curiously.

"Unless you can see, hear, and understand in person. Otherwise, people you don't know at all, even if you draw them, are just skins."

And he is not the kind of painter who works on the street and paints portraits for a living.He is free, wanders among all things, and does not stick to any specific representation, so he does not paint people.

Allen looked at those breezy colors and suddenly felt very envious.This is a person who lives outside of good and evil, grievances and turmoil. He is not involved in any entanglements, and he can do whatever he wants only according to his own wishes.

He is happy.So he should be allowed to maintain this happiness.And I am a person in another world completely.

"Thank you for letting me visit, this place is really great." Allen said sincerely, "But I have other things, so don't bother me."

The terrain here is remote and open, and those followers seemed inconvenient to hide when they came here, so they disappeared.But continuing to stay here in his own capacity will only bring trouble to this person.He didn't want to spoil such a rare beauty.

The painter didn't hold back either, but only smiled friendlyly.

"It's okay, if you have time in the future, you are welcome to come and sit down anytime." He said and lit a cigarette casually.

"Okay, thank you." Allen replied politely, "Then I'll go first..."

Just about to go out, the boy paused again, and looked back at the oil painting in the room, with a look of longing in his eyes.

"It's really a...remarkable hobby. Come on!"

This is the last conclusion left by the teenager, or encouragement.

As soon as the voice fell, the person had left.

The room was filled with smoke, and the painter's eyes were still on the covered door.

What a... naive boy.

But I like it.