[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Allen didn't turn on the light after returning to the room, but just sat down by the door.

Just now, my head was hot and I was a little impulsive.In this special period, how could the religious order allow itself to intervene in matters related to Noah.Since they knew it clearly, why should they embarrass Komui and the others?

How has this been going on lately.

Allen loosened his tie and looked at the empty room, realizing that he still had nothing to do.

Let's go out and relax, he suddenly thought so.

Maybe it is indeed too much pressure on myself, and it is not an answer to be bored like this.The higher-ups forbid me to meddle in the church affairs, but it's okay to go for a walk.Thinking of this, Allen opened the cabinet door to look for the clothes he wanted to change, flipped through it a few times, and then stopped suddenly.

He was clutching a coat that didn't belong to him.

A beige tight-fitting knitted sweater, but it was very loose when worn on him.Although it has been washed, the faint smell of tobacco can still be vaguely smelled on the sweater.Allen looked at the dress for a long time, as if he was thinking about what to do with it, but also as if he didn't think about anything, just looked at it.

In the end, he decided to let it stay in the original place and leave it alone. When it was playing back, something suddenly fell down with a thud.Allen looked down and saw that it was a small golden ball.

He squatted down, picked up the ball, and gently wiped off the dust on it.His fingers caressed the delicate pattern on the ball and the big cross, like petting a pet.But he didn't push it down, didn't open it.

He stood up, stuffed the ball back into his original pocket, and closed the cabinet door.

Allen changed his clothes and tidied his messy hair. When he noticed his ferocious left hand in the mirror, he seemed to think of something. He opened the drawer beside the bed and began to search. When he found the commonly used gloves, he found it again. Another thing that doesn't belong to me - a pack of cigarettes.

The cigarette case had been pinched and crumpled, and there were still about a dozen cigarettes left in it. Allen took out one and held it in his hand to look at it.

The cigarette holder is dark blue, with some golden letters and patterns on the edge. It seems to be a French brand, but I can't understand it anyway.He held the cigarette between his fingers, brought it to his lips like that man, and sucked it.

The dry cigarette holder clings between the lips and teeth, tasteless.

Allen didn't have a lighter, and he didn't smoke it a few times when he was usually doing tasks.

So he just sucked it in like this, took it off to look at it a few times, and then sucked it back again, his eyes fixed on an uncertain point, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly he seemed to realize something, stood up a little annoyed, stuffed the cigarettes back into the drawer and snapped it closed, then turned and left with the key.

When he opened the door, Allen came back, took out the golden ball from the closet, stuffed it into his pocket, and walked out of the room.

It was noon, the sun was shining, and there were many pedestrians.

Allen put his hands in his pockets and walked aimlessly on the street, watching the passers-by talking and laughing, and the vendors yelling hard.The sun was shining on those radiant faces, and it was also spreading on his shoulders equally, conveying warmth.

There was a fortune-telling stall a few steps ahead on the left, where he and Fu Zeng met.

At that time, did he know?

Heh, or rather, is there anything he doesn't know?

Going to that bar at the beginning was just a cover, to make sure that no one was following me.So, have you noticed Kanda since then?How much did you find him?

The card magic that night was actually done on purpose, why didn't I realize it at the time.The outlier among the number cards of one color, the ghost card, was himself at all.

All kinds of information during each conversation are basically intentionally told to myself.Everything is paving the way for the final action.The man's thoughtfulness and care for him all the time was also to dispel his guard and make him paralyzed.

The truth is actually so simple, as long as it is sorted out a little, it will be revealed, and every detail is cruelly clear.

The yelling gradually became more intense, and Allen felt as if someone was calling him.

"Hey, young man. Do you want to eat meatballs again?" The owner of the barbecue stall greeted him cheerfully while wiping the seasoning.

It turned out to be here.

"Well, I haven't tasted it for a long time, give me thirty skewers." I just happened to be a little hungry.

"Okay!" The boss was in a very good mood when he saw this guest.

Alian looked at the back of the boss who was busy and smiled, ignoring the surprised eyes of other customers, sitting by the stall and waiting for the meatballs.

During this period of time, the businesses of small shops and stalls on both sides of the street are booming, and many people are crowded around.While responding to the guests, the stall owners showed off their magical powers, and their hands and feet were really quick.When Allen got the meatballs and started to eat, a few people came out from the game hall diagonally opposite, cheered and pushed aside the crowd, and walked towards this side.Look at the excited look, probably won a lot of money.

The one who walked in the front quickly came to the barbecue booth and asked his companions to order something with a big wave of his hand.

"Eat whatever you want, I'll treat you!"

Looking at the proud expression of the man and the cheering appearance of his partner, Allen felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

A month ago, he also said that line with that look, and went straight to here as soon as he left the game hall.As if just yesterday.

The remaining glutinous rice balls became tasteless, and Alian paid the bill after eating hastily, and left as if fleeing.

He also remembered the laughter that night, and the glutinous rice balls scattered on the ground in a certain square one day.

No, that's fake.

Just like the childish smile of the man in the bamboo forest where the water drops are splashing, fake;

Just like the generous back in the dark and narrow corridor, fake;

Just like the contented expression when he asked him to feed the balls with his own hands, fake;

Like the domineering promise when he pressed his hand on his chest, fake;

It's like that affectionate kiss ten meters high in the sky under the starlight, it's fake;

Like a big step under the dim streetlight, fake;

Just like the intoxicating singing when he was hugging him from behind, fake.

The tenderness is fake, the considerateness is fake, the firm embrace is fake, the clasped hands are fake, and the pampering that often appears in those dark golden eyes is also fake.

All are fake.

Allen walked faster and faster, more and more hastily, as if he wanted to leave all the pretentious illusions behind, until he accidentally bumped into a peddler selling candied haws, he apologized repeatedly and stopped.

"Little friend, do you want to take a photo with your father?"

This yell passed through the noisy crowd and countless words, and was clearly heard in Alan's ears.

There, a young man was holding a little boy holding a model of Ultraman standing in front of the flower bed, adjusting his posture according to the photographer's instructions.

Allen stood there and watched from afar, watching the men and children in high spirits in front of the camera, watching them choose photos, watching them leave together, and watching the photographer continue to yell enthusiastically at passers-by.Finally Allen turned around and walked in a certain direction.

He wants to go somewhere.

The grassy slope here is very clean and slightly steep. You can bask in the sun during the day and watch the stars at night, but for some reason there are no people there.There is a fountain pool under the grass slope. Although it is relatively remote, it is not like the underground fountain in the central square that needs to consider pedestrians. It is open all day.

Allen walked around the grassy slope and slowly walked down the steps on one side.The fountain dances cheerfully in the sun, the pool is very clean, and you can see the projection of the water column on the bottom of the pool.Closing his eyes facing the sun, he heard the slight sound of water, and he stood there quietly, slowly rubbing the object in his hand.

Then he took it out of his pocket—the little golden ball.

He raised his hand and tossed it lightly. The ball drew a golden parabola in the sun, and fell into the water with a thud, carrying a string of bubbles, sinking slowly, and finally lay quietly on the bottom of the pool.

"Goodbye, Tim."

Allen looked at it and pronounced its name.The name that no third person knows, and no one will know again.

Without taking another look, he turned and left, walking resolutely.

The abandoned golden ball lay alone in the water, the sunlight spread down through the water waves, scattered into a messy piece, covering the ball in flickering light and dark.Occasionally, water droplets splashed down and fell on the water surface, breaking the shadow of the ball, as if it was broken.

Maybe it will lie here for a long, long time, until it rusts, deforms, falls apart, and is finally thrown into the trash can by the workers who clean the pool.

Against the backdrop of the unchanging sound of water, the surroundings seemed very quiet, so quiet that the flow of time could hardly be felt.

I don't know how long it took, but there seemed to be a rush of footsteps from far to near, getting closer and closer, and soon reached the edge of the pool, and then there was a rush of water breaking the calm.

Then the sound of the water soon stopped, and after a while, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and everything quickly returned to the way it was just now.Except for the water marks on the ground and the empty bottom of the pool.

The water wave swayed lazily in the sun, spreading the messy light spots on the bottom of the pool again, and the surrounding area was still peaceful, as if it had never been disturbed.