[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

"Uncle Izzy."

"Ok?"

"What do you think, liking... what kind of feeling?"

The artist paused for a moment while wiping the paint tray, then changed to another one and continued wiping.

"I'm not sure about this." The painter smiled and asked the boy across the table, "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?"

"It's nothing." Allen replied casually, and lowered his head to fiddle with a row of brushes hanging by the window, "I'm just curious."

"Should be happy when we are together...that kind of feeling." The painter picked up the paint tray and looked at the sun.

I am happy when we are together...

Probably like Mo Hefu.

"I miss when we are not together, and I worry when the other party is in danger... Isn't it always written like this in novels?"

happy, missing, worried...

Allen was a little distracted looking at the wheat field outside the window, and for some reason, he remembered someone again.

"But there will be many people who miss you like this..." he said, "As long as they are friends and partners, they will be like this. Isn't it?"

The painter seemed to think about it, and put down the paint tray in his hand. "That's the first person that comes to mind." He said, "Or I usually think of it inadvertently. That person should be the one I like very much."

"Eh?" Allen was taken aback.

"how?"

"Uh, it's nothing." Allen grinned, and fiddled with the paintbrush again.

He remembered the glutinous rice balls that day, the game hall that day, the street photographer that day, the grass slope that day, the fountain that day, and Tim who was thrown into the fountain pool and picked up that day.That day, no matter where he went, he would always unconsciously think of a certain figure.And after that, it's not like it didn't happen.

The first thing that comes to mind, always inadvertently, is that person.

how come.

"Why, is there someone you like?" the painter asked him suddenly.

"Huh? No..." Allen was startled, shook his head quickly, and handed over the dry paintbrush, "These are done."

Do you really like that feeling?Although the other party is a man?Speaking of which, that person never really said these two words to him.

What's more, so what if you like it.There is no longer any relationship between them.

"By the way, Allen," Tiqi put the neat brushes into the box, "in a few days..."

He raised his head, looked at the young man opposite, and spoke slowly.

"I'm leaving here."

"Report to the general, the experiment is complete and it can be recycled."

"Well, let's do it tonight."

"Yes."

Rubelier hung up the phone, seeming to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Finally... it's coming."

The general leaned back in his chair, playing with the pen in his hand, with a look of anticipation and worry.

The wind in late autumn is getting colder and colder.As soon as night fell, a lot of stars lighted up in the sky, which seemed to be a good day tomorrow.Allen was lying on the grass slope, the autumn wind was blowing on his face, but he didn't feel very cold.

There is one last time left, and the holy test is coming to an end.After tossing and tossing for so many days, he can finally take a rest.

The last time he came here, he bypassed this grassy slope.

At that time, he wanted to escape, escape from memories, escape from everything related to that person.But who knows, the more you escape, the more pervasive some things will be.In the end he didn't run away, because he finally understood himself and saw the way.He understands his feelings and what he wants to do.In fact, this is not a contradiction.

The grassy slopes here are always deserted, and it is the same today.Allen lay there in a big character, turned his head sideways, looked at the grass beside him that had started to wither and turn yellow in late autumn, and realized that the season was about to change again.

It's really fast, in a blink of an eye, it's already this season.

Allen brushed the grass next to him, it was damp and cool.When you press down with your finger, you are no longer in the grass, and you cannot see it.

That night, that man was lying in this place, so close, looking at him like that.Under the moonlight, that chiseled face smiled gently, and his dark golden eyes were full of his own shadow.

He had never realized that he missed that smile so much, liked it so much.

Yes, he likes him.He did not deny this, nor did he deny their hostile position, nor did he deny that when they met again he would still do his duty.

He used to like him, or, liked him once.

That's it.

Huang Liang's dream is so absurd.

The night sky was bright, and a shooting star streaked across the sky, flashing away in the gray eyes of the young dove.

If you can make a wish when you see a shooting star, then may we never meet again.

教团历1859年11月11日11:11

On this late autumn night, Allen, who had always been slow to realize, realized that there was already a man living in his heart, a man who had made him happy and sad, and finally left behind these men who passed away with a smile.

That person's name is Tiki.

Back in the church, when Allen walked to the laboratory, he found a few people standing at the door, most of whom were unfamiliar, except for a researcher who had examined him before.

"To do the last test today, change the place." After speaking, the white coats led him into the passage, "This time the experiment will be longer."

"Yeah." Anyway, after the anesthesia, I don't know anything, and I don't know how long it will take.

"Here we are." The researcher reminded him.

This laboratory is much larger than the previous ones, full of large and small instruments, and many tubes of different thicknesses are drawn from the instruments.In the center of the laboratory was a large operating table. The researcher pointed to the table and asked him to lie on it.Allen obediently followed suit, but as soon as he lay down, several iron rings suddenly protruded from the edge of the operating table, tightly clasping his limbs, waist and neck.

"What is this for?" Allen was a little uncomfortable.When the reaction to the experiment was strong before, if you want to prevent yourself from moving around, you just need someone to support you, and you have never been pinned to the experiment table like this.At this time, the researchers in white coats didn't have the slightest intention to explain. They were only concerned with preparing the experimental equipment. Two people stretched out their hands and began to pick off his clothes.

"Hey, wait..."

With a sizzling sound, Allen's shirt was roughly ripped open, revealing his fair chest, and a few magnetic pieces connected to thin tubes were quickly pasted on.

"Wait a minute," Allen realized that the situation was wrong, and began to struggle hard. "What are you doing?"

Zila—this time it's the shoulders, and a few more disks.

"Hey, answer me." Allen struggled harder and harder, with several hands on his body, "What is this..." There was a sudden stabbing pain in the neck, and a tube of anesthetic was pushed in forcefully , The dizziness quickly filled his mind, and Allen vaguely heard a few words in the chaos.

"Amplify the current..."

"The pacemaker also...be sure to be alive before taking it out..."

The sound became more and more blurred and farther away, and Allen felt as if he was thrown into a cold pool of water, sinking and sinking.

...before taking it out...to...live...what do you mean...

Thinking became more and more difficult, and the deep sleepiness gradually stripped him of his consciousness, throwing him into a bottomless abyss, and he kept falling.

……

For a moment Allen thought he was dead.

He didn't feel anything, he couldn't even feel his own existence, he seemed to be just a wandering soul without substance.Then there was a faint voice coming from somewhere, as if from another world, so far away, so strange.

"Allen..."

There is really a sound, far, far above the head.

"Allen..."

Someone... is calling him?

"Alan, wake up..."

Who?

"Allen..."

Well……

The eyelids seemed to be heavy, and he seemed to have exhausted all his strength to open them slightly, but he didn't catch the expected light.Allen tried his best to open it further, trying to wake up his numb senses.

"Allen, let's go..."

Someone was talking to him, very urgent, with some old voices.In the darkness, the man helped him up with his shoulders. Allen struggled to open his eyes to find the focus, and finally caught the source of the sound.

"Zu...Doctor, why..." As soon as he spoke, Allen realized that his voice was like a rusted chainsaw, and his voice was extremely difficult, and the volume was not much louder than that of a mosquito.

"Hurry up and escape from the sect." Dr. Zu put a coat on him and anxiously helped him off the operating table, "You almost died once."

"What..." Allen was about to say something when a strong dizziness hit him, and he fell forward heavily after standing upright.

"I don't have time to explain." Dr. Zu pulled the push stretcher behind him, took Allen's right arm and tried to help him up, "Pretend to be a dead body and don't move. After going out, find a way to find the "heart" and destroy it. It must be destroyed! "

"Heart? Why..." Allen, who had just woken up, hadn't fully recovered his sanity, and his thinking seemed very difficult. Before he had time to digest the meaning of this sentence, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

"Oops……"

The door was knocked open with a bang, and the light that came in suddenly made Allen's eyes hard to open. After finally getting used to it, he could distinguish a figure standing at the door.

And the man had a gun in his hand now.

boom--

Before Allen could react, the gunshot rang out.

"Doctor Zu!" The sudden change made Allen sober up, staring blankly at the bullet hole on the old doctor's forehead, completely unable to understand what happened.

At this time, the man had already walked up to him quickly, pulled Allen past him, and stuffed the gun into his hand.The large movement made Allen feel sick for a while. He just felt that the whole room was spinning, and he was powerless to resist.

"Alan Walker—"

The team members behind finally arrived, blocking the light outside the door in darkness.

"Suspected of killing Dr. Zumeizhan. I, Li Kewei, are now arresting you on behalf of the Central Office!"

The man took off his gloves and announced in a cold voice.

As soon as the words fell, several figures rushed in, handcuffed Allen's hands, set him up and walked out.

Allen, who was so weak that he couldn't resist, felt a strong dizziness under this toss, and then his consciousness was taken away by the darkness.