[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Familiar aisles, familiar faces, familiar hurrying.It's been a long time here.

"Rabbi?" Mo was a little surprised when he opened the door and came out, "Why do you have time to come back today?"

"It's official business." The fiery red-haired boy grinned, "Link has other tasks, so let me get the information."

"Oh, I've tidied everything up." Mo handed over the things in his hands, looked him up and down, "It seems to have grown taller?"

"Of course, don't look at me like this, I also pay attention to exercise over there." Rabbi raised the things in his hand, "Thanks!"

It was supposed to be the tone to end the conversation, but both of them still stood there without moving.

"Then, what is the order this time?" Mo leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, as if he was listening attentively.

"Do you still need to ask?" The rabbi gave an expression that you understood, "Don't bother with those old men, just do it well. Oh, there is one more thing."

"what?"

"Is there any news about the whereabouts of Chief Culos?"

"No, not at all."

"Hey, I guessed it too." The rabbi looked at the Minister of Technology sympathetically, "It's really hard for you."

"Forget it, I've been used to it for a long time." Mo was quite open-minded.

The director of the Intelligence Bureau has never paid attention to any high-level orders, he is such a guy who does his own thing.

After coming out of the technical department, Rabbi deliberately took a long way to walk around the bureau.

Everything here is still the same, even though the boss is often away from home, the bureau still operates as usual and is in order.This is largely due to Mo Hefu's management, or perhaps it is precisely because of the two of them that the bureau chief, who is not doing his job properly, can disappear frequently with peace of mind.

I saw a lot of acquaintances along the way, and the rabbi greeted them with a smile, as if they had returned to the time a few years ago when a group of poor children were running and frolicking in the corridor and were finally taken to stand by the chief.

This aisle to the right leads to the library, which is the place I go to the most.At that time, I spent several hours in the pile of books, often messing up the books on the shelves, and finally the director simply let himself be an administrator there for a while.

Going straight ahead is the way to the cafeteria, which is Allen's paradise.Eating with that big eater has the effect of stimulating appetite, and there is no such thing as no appetite in his dictionary.Allen's bottomless stomach also fully satisfied Chef Jerry's sense of professional accomplishment.Oh, by the way, there was once a meatball eating contest, and there was no suspense about the winner.That was also the welcome party when Allen first came here. It seemed that everyone heard that he was unhappy about his father, so they thought of such a way together.

Downstairs, it is a practice field with mixed joys and sorrows.When we were young, we were often repaired here, and there was never a time when we came here without going back with a bruised face and a sore body.But when everyone was too tired to move, lying on the ground and laughing together, it was really indescribably happy.And the dinner after that is always delicious.

In my impression, there is one person who comes here most often.But he prefers to come alone, often, sometimes even every day.He probably still has this habit to this day.But today, he was nowhere to be seen.

After the practice field is the end of Area A of the Intelligence Bureau, and after that is Area B.Although it is said that it is also under the jurisdiction of the Intelligence Bureau, in fact, it is those guys at the top who really control it.Or to put it bluntly, it was the general.As for what that institution does, experiments, semi-finished products, and secret prisons, he doesn't want to know about those things.

Just as he was about to stay away from the place he was instinctively disgusted with, the rabbi suddenly saw a familiar figure.

It's him?When I heard Siman said that I was looking for him for something, I thought I had already gone out to do a mission, but I didn't expect to meet him here.

No, it should be said... why is it here.

"excellent--"

"Don't call me by my name."

On the one hand, they never allow people to call their own names, on the other hand, they never change their words. The conversation between these two people always starts like this, and it has not changed for so many years.

"Why are you here..." The rabbi only asked halfway through, before he saw the faintly visible scar under the collar of the other party's uniform.

burn.

"This is..." The rabbi was startled, and he guessed the reason in an instant, "Is it still going on? No wonder I don't see you often..."

"Pretend you didn't see anything," Kanda interrupted him coldly before the other party could continue speaking, with an irrefutable tone, "I'll kill you otherwise."

It wasn't a negotiation, let alone a request. This always indifferent and aloof person drew the line of dialogue with a simple order.As stubborn as he is, once a decision is made, no one can interfere.

"Alian doesn't know yet." However, the words that came out of the red-haired boy's mouth suddenly stopped the passers-by, "Is it what they mean, or you..."

Kanda didn't speak, and the fine beads of wet sweat were still hanging on his face, looking quite tired.His walking steps were not very stable before, as if he had just suffered a serious illness.

"Aren wouldn't want this. Yu, don't you still think about what happened at that time..."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kanda ended the conversation impatiently, "Stop meddling in your own business! And..."

The man stepped away, leaving only the cold voice in the air.

"If you dare to call your name again, I will kill you."

……

The first thing Kanda did when he returned to the room was to lie down.He didn't even turn on the light, and almost slumped on the bed.Overwhelming exhaustion.

There is still not much progress today, and the results of repeated testing are nothing more than adding some new scars.The rejection reaction became more intense after encountering the electric current, and countless burns were left after a few times of exposure.

But what are these worth?Compared with those rotting and smelly corpses.

Even though he had to endure endless torture, even though he was injured repeatedly, and even though there was no hope of ending, he survived after all.As the only survivor in the third laboratory, he has survived to this day.

So is that lucky?God really gave him a great gift.

In fact, there were originally two cases of miracles in which people survived such experiments.Yu Kanda is one of them.In another case, it had turned into bones many years ago.

"Father said that someone who can be called by name directly must be a very, very important friend."

That idiot Bean Sprouts who knew nothing had told him so many years ago.

"So, it seems that you have very good friends."

Those immature eyes contained the purest color, as well as excessive sincerity and envy, which were too dazzling.

"Hello, my name is Allen Walker. How about you?"

It might have been a sunny afternoon, in the underground practice field where the sun never sees, the little boy said so, and stretched out a clean little hand to him who was covered in dust after a fight.Such a warm smile gave him the illusion of seeing the sun.

An illusion that shouldn't be there.Like the sun shouldn't be here.

He hates him.Can't tell why.

"Hello! His name is Kanda Yu, and I'm Alma, hehe." The annoying guy next to him is always so talkative, "Are you also Yu's friend?"

It's boring to make a claim, why add "also"?

He didn't know when this silly brat appeared in the practice field, but when he told Alma that it was for practice or just a fight or anyway, when the fight was inexhaustible, he suddenly heard the unexpected crisp Laughter—it was from this kid who came out of nowhere and squatted aside to watch.

When those gray eyes looked over, they were full of bright colors. He really didn't understand why there was something to be envious of in such a dark place.

"Get out of the way, don't hinder my cultivation. Bean sprouts." I don't understand, but I don't understand, anyway, he just hates this brat, his dazzling brightness, and seeing him appear here.

This is not the place for a limp kid like this.

"What bean sprouts, my name is Allen! Allen Walker." The kid was obviously dissatisfied, "I told you just now."

He didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to talk.

But the kid still came here often, almost every day.Sometimes you can even see him sitting at the next table in the cafeteria and gobbling it up, and you can see him wandering around like a headless chicken in the aisle with gloomy eyes.

When did the religious order take in such a fool.

"That little guy named Allen is here again," Alma pointed to the sideline, where the kid was sitting chatting with another red-haired kid, listening intently without blinking his eyes.

Kanda had noticed it early on, but he just wanted to ignore this existence.

"Speaking of which, it seems to be the first time I've seen you nickname someone." Alma looked at him curiously, the silhouette cast by a small amount of forehead hair just covered the thin horizontal scar on the bridge of the nose.

"Is there anything special about that kid?"

"It's nothing." Kanda put on a stance without looking sideways, "It's just annoying."

"Haha, you hate too many things." Alma smiled slyly, waved her hand and threw a punch.Cultivation began again.

This training ground is full of vagrants picked up by the church in the streets and alleys. The church provides them with shelter and food, and correspondingly cultivates combat power from them.

At the same time, it is also used as an experimental material.

Children's immune system is not yet fully developed, and the degree of rejection during the test will be correspondingly lower.But even so, the number of people in the practice field is still decreasing and increasing day by day, increasing and decreasing.

By this time, the immature faces that were sent in at the same time as them could no longer be seen, leaving only the two of them.

"I think he really wants to be friends with you." Alma's duel training was very serious today, with sharp fists and kicks, and impeccable defense.

Kanda remained silent.A look of indifference like I don't need any friends.

"Excellent," Alma called his name, "if I disappear one day, will you be lonely?"

Kanda still didn't say a word, looking like what the hell question is.With the tacit understanding over the past few days, the person who asked the question obviously knew that the other party would not answer.

"Hey, if it were me, maybe it would be."

These were the last words Alma said to him.

It was also the last time he saw that smiling face that always stuck by his side and called him You.

Maybe it was too tired, my temples were throbbing, and there was a dull pain.Kanda dragged his tired body to get up, planning to take a shower.He opened the cabinet to find a change of laundry, and after rummaging through it for a while, he stopped.

It seemed to be the one under the pressure...

Forget it, I probably remembered it wrong.Anyway, it's useless to keep that kind of thing.

Kanda took the clothes to wear, put the rest back, covered the blank bottom of the cabinet, and then closed the cabinet door with a snap.

Maybe one day cleaning the room will pop up again.

There was the sound of rustling water in the bathroom, and the only light in the room seeped out from inside, smudged on the frosted glass, and was shattered by the water vapor.