[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

The warm sun is still there, but the mood is no longer calm.

——They are all bad people, dogs eat dogs, why should they care about their lives?

But Allen is very clear that not all of those people deserve what they deserve, and even if some people are properly guided, it is possible to return to the right path.Although the religious order will assassinate some vicious people, in Allen's view, what he hopes is to punish and call back their conscience, rather than blindly erasing them.

Although this kind of idealism will never stand in reality, Allen still hopes that one day people can understand each other and stop using such extreme methods to control violence with violence.As an undercover agent for many years, what he always thinks in his heart is to stop the criminals from continuing to run rampant, but he has always been conflicted in his heart when it comes to killing people.The earl of the millennium is really a terrible person who treats human life like nothing.

Allen stopped unconsciously.

Earl of Millennium.

This name is the barb in his heart, once pierced, it lasts ten years.

The sea of ​​flames, the sky dyed bloody by the raging flames, and the desperate loud noise when it collapsed, have been replayed countless times in sleep.It was also that night that made him an unaccompanied orphan and changed his life.And now, the culprit of all this is within his reach, easily ending the lives of nearly a hundred people in the hours after having lunch with him.

Allen clenched his fists unconsciously and quickened his pace.

But that day, when this slightly fat middle-aged man walked up to him and asked, "What's your name?", why did he have an inexplicable familiarity...and intimacy with the smiling face in front of him? ?And when he heard the person in front of him introduce himself as the "Earl of the Millennium", Allen felt that the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head in an instant, making his head ache—it was him, the murderer, the devil!

Allen couldn't remember how he left with this person. At that time, his mind was full of the vivid picture in his dream.This person can touch your head kindly like a father, or easily end your life like a god of death. He can laugh like a spring breeze, or he can be ruthless.Allen couldn't see through him, so contradictory, so bottomless.And the only thing that is certain is - this person is extremely dangerous!

After going through several trials, Allen seems to have gained some trust, but this is not something to be happy about - just yesterday after dinner, the Earl of the Millennium has proposed that since joining Noah, he will take over "business" in the future, Start with the easier tasks first.Allen understood that the "business" was killing people.

Although I pretended not to use a gun to temporarily shirk it, but it was only a stopgap measure, and it wouldn't last long.Once the Earl of Millennium lost his patience, he would either kill or be killed.What's more, he has entrusted Tiqi to find time to teach himself guns.

"Tiqi is very good at marksmanship, and he does things neatly. I haven't seen a task that he can't complete."

The subtext is - if you can't even teach him, then you are a very problematic apprentice.

It seems that I really have to be more careful in the future, and if I make a mistake, I will burn myself, and the consequences will be disastrous.As for now, he can only take one step at a time. First of all, he has to think about how to deal with learning guns with Tiqi tomorrow afternoon.

Allen was thinking hard, when a gust of autumn wind blew his face, making his robe flutter. He stretched out his hands to straighten his messed up hair, and suddenly felt some bright colors broke into his sight, so he raised his head.

— wheat field.

A large golden wheat field is covered with soft light in the setting sun, swaying in the wind.Layer after layer of golden wheat waves rippled, stretching far, far away.

What a nice view.

It is so beautiful that even the sunset is drunk.

At this time, Allen realized that he was wandering around with his mind on his mind, and had left the town and came here before he knew it.Looking at the vast wheat fields in front of him, his heavy heart seemed to be relieved a lot.

How nice it would be to live in such a place forever.

There is no Earl of the Millennium, no Black Order, no Allen Walker, no so many grievances and grievances-some are just himself.Only the ordinary, quiet, calm life.

Even if it's just one person.

How good.

——But at this moment, it seems that he is not alone.

Allen watched for a long time before he realized that there was another person standing there in the wheat field with his back to him, as if he had completely merged into the scenery, and he hadn't been aware of his existence.

Allen's eyesight has always been very good. At this moment, he squinted his eyes and looked carefully. In front of the man was a large drawing board, on which the brush in his hand was smearing casually.Allen couldn't see the things in the painting clearly, but he had an inexplicable feeling: this man, his painting, this wheat field, and everything here seemed to have merged into one, which was indescribably wonderful.The scene in front of me is like a living painting.

In the field, he paints the scenery, and the people are in the scenery;

He was looking at the scene by the field, and there were people in the scene.

Allen really wanted to see the man's painting, so he walked over, and when he got very close, he slowed down again—he didn't want to make too much noise, so as not to disturb him.

When there were still about ten steps away, Allen could see clearly what was in the painting—the same wheat field as in front of him, realistic.But the only difference is that there are a few dark purple butterflies flapping their wings, dancing in the field.Although the tone and size are a bit abrupt against the background of the wheat field, they add a bit of vitality and a bit of strange beauty.

"Have you lost your way, little brother?" The man said suddenly, which startled Allen, feeling embarrassed that he was suddenly caught for doing something bad.

"Oh... no, no." He walked over cautiously, and explained, "I just walked here, and I came here before I knew it." Allen stopped a few steps behind the man and looked at him. past.Now I can see clearly that this person seems to be a down-and-out painter, wearing a baggy old gray sweater, his hair is a little long and unmanaged, and it is messy on his head, unkempt.

The man didn't say anything more, and was still concentrating on drawing his picture.This made Allen feel a little redundant, not knowing what to say, very uncomfortable. "Well, your painting is very beautiful." He sincerely admired, but his eyes looked at the man's shabby clothes, "I think... if you take it to a painting exhibition, it will definitely sell for a good price."

Allen suddenly felt that his kung fu of finding words when he had nothing to say was really not ordinary.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter." The man finally put down his paintbrush and turned around, with a cigarette in his other hand, he grinned, "This is my hobby, not my profession."

From the front, the man seemed to be more energetic than expected, but the thick glasses and bearded face still added a bit of vicissitudes to him.Allen realized that it was impolite to stare at people all the time, but he didn't know where to look for a while, so he looked around and retreated.

"So... Then, did I bother you? If so, I will..."

"No, look at yours, I draw mine - don't interfere with each other, right?" The man waved his hand indifferently, took a breath, "Besides, if someone likes my paintings, I should be happy."

"I'm just telling the truth. In fact, I don't know much about painting."

"You don't need to understand, as long as you like it." The man grinned, picked up the brush again, and continued to draw with great interest.

Just like it.The man's casual tone made Allen feel very comfortable. He stood quietly aside, looking at the painting that was still in progress and the person who painted it.

The man painted with great enjoyment and concentration, his hand movements were very light, and occasionally he compared the size with the pen holder, and his body turned sideways accordingly.When he paints, there is a kind of elegance that does not match his image, but it is very natural. There is a beautiful arc on the corner of his mouth, which seems to be a half-smile, as if everything in the world is under his control, and he can retract it freely.That look of contentment and enjoyment seemed to infect the surrounding air as well, which made the mood of the spectators lighten up.

The setting sun interweaves golden tulle among the ears of wheat, silently settling on the two of them.No one spoke, only the sound of the wind was left around, and the air was full of the fragrance of the earth, which was refreshing.

Allen thought suddenly: Now, he must be the person in this painting.Then he smiled unconsciously, very shallow, very light, but very comfortable.

After an unknown amount of time, Allen finally felt that it was too late to stay any longer, so he planned to leave with some reluctance.

"It's getting late, I have to go. Nice to meet you! I hope we can meet again next time." Although the man probably didn't care, Allen still thought it would be more polite to say goodbye before leaving.Looking at the man one last time, Allen turned around and left, his steps were much lighter than before.

The painter put the last touch of paint on the butterfly's wings, then put down his brush and turned around.

"Well, see you next time..."

The thick round-rimmed glasses were taken off, and the artist shook his unkempt hair in the wind. Under the lenses, his brows and eyes were deep, and his bones were distinct—this was a very handsome face.

"It will be soon."

A few pieces of fine fallen leaves were lifted high by the wind, swirled, and then fell down by rubbing the drawing board, stained with a few wet paints, which was a thick scarlet.

In the sky, the setting sun is like blood.