[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

That day was the last time I saw him.

The setting sun sprinkled on the river and was smashed by the waves.The person in the memory stood there, the sunlight shone on his face, making the already soft lines warmer too much.

He said it was finally over.

I'll follow you as soon as it's done.

wait for me.

He also said to take care of Allen for me in case anything goes wrong.

His answer was "You can take care of your oil bottle yourself." Such a disdainful but unconvincing sentence.

Then I saw the man turn around and leave. His back at that time seemed a little different from before.

Then the man stopped again, the setting sun dazzled his eyes, and his expression was blurred in his vision.

and also……

He said.

That song, I have the answer.

oh?You must listen to it.

Thinking like this, and waiting.He knew he would come.

But no.

What he waited for was a black uniform and muzzle.

The old drunkard said that the man had no intention of coming, and had long since made up his mind to die.

I wanted to beat him then.Beat hard.

Because he understands, he is right.

But what about promises?

The moment he heard the news of his death was very complicated. He still didn't know whether it was because of grief or the anger of being betrayed.

Or maybe both.

"Ding--"

Millennium Lord pressed a key, and the pure sound quality echoed in the room.

"Is that your answer?"

What answered him was the lingering sound that hadn't dissipated for a long time.

……

After Allen left, he kept thinking about that song.

He secretly observed the expression of the Earl of the Millennium, but found nothing.Until he heard the three notes that followed suddenly, he could finally be sure that the person absolutely understood the score.Know even more than he does.

Doubts are too numerous.One of the people who can answer these questions is no longer alive, and the other is even his enemy.Arlian is still unable to determine the Earl of the Millennium's attitude towards him, because the matter has greatly exceeded the scope of his understanding, and there must be something wrong.

People are hurrying on the street, and there are different but equally unfamiliar faces coming and going.

This strangeness suddenly became a subtle sense of security.There are no enemies, no friends, no need to make any distinctions, everyone just goes their own way, lives their own lives without intersection, and there is a large area of ​​blank space around for breathing.

A drunk man stumbled over, staggered as he passed by, and was a little unsteady when he bumped into it. Allen quickly helped him.

"Cough! Which bastard doesn't have eyes?" The drunk didn't appreciate it, "Hey, it's you! Hurry up and apologize to me!"

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it." Allen apologized obediently, even though he was the one who was hit.

"That's it? You're itchy, brat!" The drunk man was tall and aggressively grabbing Allen's collar, "I spilled all the wine, and I have to pay for it!"

"Ah? I..." Allen was taken aback just as he was about to speak, because at this moment he finally saw the face under the brim of the drunk man's hat, and his eyes widened.

"The Bureau...?!"

"Here, there's a shop here! Let's go buy wine!" Before Allen could make a sound, the drunk grabbed him and walked towards the tavern under his arm. He looked down in a daze, "Hey, isn't this the little nephew of the Martha family! He just paid back the wine money I owed me last time!"

With the waiter's welcome, the unfortunate victim was directly carried in by the drunk.

……

The office was very quiet. Mo and Fu were lying on the table studying a map.

"Here?" Mo nodded with the tip of his pen.

"It's also possible, write it down." As she spoke, Fu drew a circle there.

"There are so many suspicious places, is it the same as not remembering?" Mo glanced at the large and small circles on the map, and looked helplessly at Fu who was still drawing the next one.

"Otherwise, what should I do? Those guys' whereabouts are erratic, and I haven't been able to find the exact location. Judging from the volume of goods, it's not impossible to have every point." The last time I touched one was completely a coincidence, and Fu now regrets that time very much. I didn't catch a few minions and came back for interrogation, or I just kept following.

"But it's absolutely unrealistic to check every one of them," Mo thought for a while, then said, "Should we ask the police for assistance?"

"Are you stupid? Those turtles should know that it's too late to hide from this battle." Fu rolled his eyes at him, "Let's stop here today, and we'll do it later."

The two had already stayed up all night, there were too many things to deal with, but considering safety, it was not appropriate to involve too many people.Since the case of Sman, the order has been extra cautious in everything.Thinking that the doctor was no longer the doctor when she contacted Siman in the hospital last time, Fu was afraid for a while.Fortunately, that operation was canceled afterwards, otherwise the information would leak and the consequences would be disastrous.

"Well, you should go to bed first." Mo put down his pen, turned around and sat down in front of the computer again, "I'll focus on those positions."

When Fu shined on Mo's head, she shuddered violently.

"Check you big-headed ghost!" Fu pointed at the wall clock aggressively, "What time is it, go to sleep!"

"What about you?" Mo rubbed his forehead.

"I'm not sleepy." Fu said while arranging the documents spread out on the table, "My body structure is different from yours."

"That also needs to sleep, it's not a robot..."

"Not too bad."

"Then I will accompany you."

Fu paused for a while, then turned around and looked at her with her hips on her hips.

"Do you want to be knocked out by me and thrown away or go to sleep by yourself? Choose one of the two." As he spoke, he raised a folder and took a picture.

"Hey, don't be impulsive..." Mo dodged and begged for mercy.

Then the folder was loosened, and the paper inside fell out.

Then the room got even messier.

The two looked at each other, and then smiled wryly.

"It's all your fault."

"It's not my business?"

The two continued to bicker, squatted on the ground to tidy up, and completely forgot about the argument about sleeping just now.

……

"The delivery location and manpower have been decided." Tiqi said, sat down opposite the Boss, and lit a cigarette casually.

"The group of people has also taken care of it?" Lord Millennium asked unhurriedly.

"Well, it's all done."

"That's good. Give me one too." The Millennium Lord pointed to the cigarette in Tiqi's hand.

Tiqi was taken aback for a moment, then passed the cigarette over.

"It seems like you haven't touched this for a long time," Tiqi ignited the boss, "Why do you want to smoke today?"

"Take it as a whim." Duke Qiannian exhaled the smoke, watching the gray on the cigarette butt spread slowly, "When people get old, sometimes they miss things from a long time ago."

"Is it related to that piano piece?" Tiqi asked.

Millennium Lord glanced at him, smiled but didn't speak.

"That's why you left him alone today, right?" When Allen played that piece last time, Tiqi noticed something strange about Boss.

"You're just too smart." The Millennium Lord lit a cigarette ash, "To spy on Boss's privacy?"

"Forget it," Tiqi shrugged innocently, "It's just curiosity."

The smoke floated up slowly in a thin line, and the smell was faint.

"One piece of music can convey many things." The Millennium Lord said without thinking.

Tiqi didn't make a sound, he knew that he would hear something different next.

……

"Come on, drink! Finish this!"

In the private room of the tavern, a drunk man was pulling a young man to fight for drinks, but the young man didn't seem to know him, and looked a little embarrassed.Probably misidentified.

"Okay, go do your work, don't stick around here." The drunk man waved his hand and drove away the waiter, "I said brat...Your drinking capacity is far more than that, why are you pretending to be gentle!"

"Uh... well, I..." The young man looked quite honest, he probably hadn't touched a few drops of wine, he hesitated at the moment as if he didn't know how to deal with it.

Drunkards drink to their heart's content.Seeing that there were only the two of them left in the private room, Allen was about to say something when he was suddenly sipped rudely.

"Come on, full!"

Then something was stuffed into his hand.

Allen looked down and saw that it was a letter.There was only one line on the envelope—brat, if you don’t want to die, just shut up!

Allen shivered, looked up at the man opposite, and could almost imagine how he growled when he said this.So I had to obey obediently, carefully opened the envelope, and took out the letter paper.

The first sentence that catches the eye is——

"Be careful of the sect, burn it after reading it!"

Allen was taken aback for a moment, and quickly understood the intention of the other party to communicate in this way.Without wasting time, he quickly scanned the contents of the letter, and from time to time responded with a few words such as "Uncle, you are drunk" and "I really don't know how to drink".Allen was ignorant of what had happened in the Order these days, and such information was exactly what he needed.

When seeing Siman's part, Allen realized the seriousness of the matter.

It turned out that Noah had already infiltrated the church.

And what follows is a little-known secret.Allen looked at every word, and his eyes caught a word - "heart".