[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Allen once saw Siman's daughter once, in the ward.

At that time, the little girl had already started to experience symptoms of blindness due to kidney failure, leaving only a gray patch of vision.The doctor said that it won't be long before even gray can be seen anymore.

"Daddy..." The girl stretched out her hand to touch her father's face, but she could only grab a ball of air feebly, "I miss you so much... Will I never see you again?"

"No," Siman leaned down, put his face closer, held his daughter's little hand and rubbed it on his cheek slowly, "Daddy will always be by your side, Daddy loves you, dear."

"Dad, I love you too." The girl said earnestly, her out-of-focus big eyes bent into beautiful arcs.she is laughing.

"Father's love will accompany you like the wind. Even if you can't see it, you can feel it...it's endless. If you can't see it with your eyes, use it here..." The father's big hand is gentle Caressed her daughter's chest, placed it in the heart, "You can see it with this."

"Like the wind..." The girl thought thoughtfully, "Dad, can I see the wind?"

"Yes," the father ran his daughter's hair, and stroked her immature ears with his fingers, "as long as you wish..."

The girl's satisfied smile was somewhat similar to her father's, and in the vague memory, they overlapped.But she would never know that the father who loved her so much, who would sacrifice everything for her, even the father who stained his hands with blood, could not see him before he died.The man who carried everything alone didn't even know that his daughter had left this world first.

God took away her time, and the church took away her father. In the life that withered before it bloomed, the child still had such a bright smile.Allen felt that anger was constantly flowing in his body, unable to dissolve, and he could not vomit.He couldn't tolerate the practices of the religious order, let alone his powerless self.What should he do?What else can he do?

"Do what you think is right."

Mo replied in this way.

Stick to your will, do what you think is right and what you can do.Just like Johnny.But what is right?He has never realized that it is so difficult to decide between right and wrong.

He walked back to the room absent-mindedly, and before entering the door, Allen found someone waiting for him at the door.

"Alan Walker, please come with us." Taking a closer look, it was probably the inspector of the Research Office.

"Well, let's go." Is it another routine examination of the whole body? The feeling is really uncomfortable.

After moving to the headquarters, since there is no mission requirement at present, the monitoring room is temporarily taken over by the Central Office, and they are directly responsible for the maintenance of the equipment.

When Mo came in, Link was directing the detection of electromagnetic interference.

"It's such a small matter, why did the general send you here? Isn't it an overkill?" Mo avoided the passing technicians and walked to Link's side.

"It's not a trivial matter. The general has always attached great importance to this, and you know it." Link saluted him and answered very officially.

"That's true. Oh, by the way, the research and development of the second function that was being urged before may have to be delayed. Recently, we are short of manpower, and Allen also needs to rest."

"Okay, I'll tell the general."

"Thanks." Mo stood beside an instrument with folded arms, flipped through the charts, and asked seemingly casually, "The work here has been taken over smoothly, do you need some historical data for reference?"

Inadvertently, a chart leaked out of his hand, and Mo leaned over to pick it up.

"For example, the original data before the function improvement, or... the monitoring records?"

Mo put down the chart in his hand, and looked at Link intentionally or unintentionally.

"There is no such need for the time being." Link looked back at him, thought for a while and said, "The general only asked us to do repairs and maintenance, but did not mention specific operations."

"That's it, then come to me when you need it." Mo patted Link on the shoulder and shook his head helplessly, "Hey, that new data room is really troublesome. There are so many things everywhere, and some materials can't be found. It's a head-scratcher."

Is he overthinking?I went to check the information on District 14 with Seaver before, and even looked at the information in the two nearby districts together. There was indeed nothing missing, and I didn’t find any problems. Something was wrong, but I couldn't tell you exactly.

"The signal at the receiving end here seems to be unstable. Is it a problem that it has not been installed properly?" Link stood in front of a monitor, carefully looking at the wavering ripples on the tester.

"Oh, this is an old problem." Mo knew it with just a glance, "It used to be like this often. Especially when testing the secondary performance simultaneously, the electromagnetic interference will be even greater. Once it lasted for a whole day."

"All day?" Link seemed a little surprised.

"Yeah, I've been busy all day for nothing." Mo shrugged in a normal tone.

Link looked at the irregular waveform on the instrument and nodded, wondering what he was thinking.

When Allen came out of the laboratory, it seemed that the effect of the anesthesia was still going on, and he was a little light-headed and groggy when he walked.

"Allen... Allen?" Someone patted him from behind, and turned to see the rabbi, "Why are you in a daze, I called you several times."

"Eh, is it? I didn't pay attention... sorry." Allen scratched his head embarrassingly.The rabbi looked at him for a while, and said something like you don't look well, pay attention to rest, and was about to leave when Allen stopped him again.

"By the way, Rabbi, about Siman... did you know about it early on?" According to Mo, some of the inside information was learned from the Rabbi.

The rabbi stopped and glanced at him.

"Hmm." The rabbi seemed to sigh, "You know?"

Allen nodded.

"The general...probably didn't intend to keep him alive." That's why he was sent to catch the fake Siman. No one else was there except the two of them. "We have all complained about Siman, but the decision made by that person No one can change it." The rabbi stepped forward and put his hand on Alian's shoulder, "So..."

"So," Allen didn't seem to be listening to the other party's relief, and suddenly said, "Is that experiment still going on?"

He felt a slight movement of the fingers on his shoulder.

"Allen..." The rabbi looked at him, his eyes became serious, "You should understand your situation now, it's better not to do the stupid things back then, okay?"

"I just want to know," Allen repeated his question stubbornly, "is that experiment still going on?"

The rabbi who was trying to persuade stopped and looked at him for a moment.

"I don't know." He said, "I can't give you an exact answer. But what I do know is that the scale of this transfer is not small, and all departments need a rest period, as does the science class. And even if there is any research The plan, without Siman, is bound to be unable to proceed normally. But you, can your body bear it if you go in and out of the laboratory so frequently?"

"After all, you just don't want to tell me the answer?" Allen asked back.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't." The rabbi corrected him calmly, "If you have to talk about human experiments, that's all I know—" He raised the information in his hand, and Allen recognized that it was a death row list. "So don't think about it anymore. In vivo experimentation is not a child's play. It is not easy to do it. The matching type that Sman needs can also be a body donation, not necessarily what you think."

Allen looked at the death row list for a long time, but didn't speak.The rabbi said a few more words of comfort as if worried, but Allen didn't listen carefully. After a while of silence, he remembered another thing.

"Rabbi, about the Millennium Earl...how much do you know?"

"Earl of the Millennium?" The rabbi was taken aback, "He has many glorious deeds, which one are you referring to?"

"When... when he was young," Allen said uncertainly, "who did he meet? What kind of friends did he have? Or... did he know Mana?"

"When the fight for holiness was in dire straits, who didn't know Mana, he must have worked hard for it at that time. I don't know about the others... Allen? Are you okay?" The rabbi suddenly stopped After finishing the conversation, he looked at the pale Allen very worriedly.

"Huh? It's okay, I'm fine." Allen was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the other party, "Probably the effect of the anesthesia hasn't faded."

The rabbi still looked at him uneasy, but he couldn't see anything.

"Speaking of which, it seems that there have been some rumors that they had a friendship, but later Mana betrayed, and that's why the Earl of the Millennium wanted to kill him or something."

had a relationship...

Allen thought of a lot, the piano music, the phone ringing, and the meeting with Kuros in the tavern that day.

"But this is all rumored everywhere, and I don't know how true it is." The rabbi shrugged.

"Well, thank you for telling me this anyway. Rabbi..." Allen wanted to say something, but suddenly felt dizzy, the things in front of him shook and twisted without warning, and fell into a huge vortex together with the sound Here, the consciousness is inexplicably withdrawn.

"Allen... what's wrong with you? Allen?"

The rabbi's voice floated from far away, and Allen gradually regained consciousness as if he had surfaced after drowning for a long time.

"It's nothing..." He rubbed his temples vigorously, "Maybe I'm really too tired."

"You scared me to death, and you fell down like this all of a sudden." The rabbi supported Allen's shoulders, with a nervous expression on his face.

"It's really fine, just go to sleep." Allen smiled apologetically.

After his senses returned to normal, he stood up, only to find some papers scattered on the ground, which seemed to have been dropped by the rabbi in a hurry.So he also squatted down to help pick it up, and at the same time responded to the other party's advice to rest well and pay attention to the body and not just focus on eating.When he picked up the last one, he noticed the photo on it—it was a man in his forties, with a long and thin scar from the corner of his left eyebrow to his cheek, but the hostility that should have faded away under his honest eyes .

The stamp "Executed" is printed in the lower right corner of the photo.Allen looked at this face, feeling inexplicably familiar.

"Thank you." The rabbi got up and took the materials, "Go back and rest, I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Allen waved his hand, watching the rabbi disappear at the end of the corridor.

Have you seen that person?