[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

When Li Nali woke up, Comui was tucking in the quilt for her.The girl's fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and suddenly she opened her eyelids, her bright eyes were half-opened, looking unsteadily at the stunned man.

"elder brother……"

Before he could utter a complete word, his vision darkened, and a weight that was not light but extremely gentle suddenly covered him, and the light faded away, replaced by a familiar breath and slightly trembling shoulders.So the unspoken words just settled down like this, turning into a piece of warmth in the throat.

Brother, I'm back.

But the head nurse didn't know much about it. Her reaction was only to throw the source of the noise out of the medical area as quickly as possible after there was a sudden howl of ghosts and wolves in the ward.

So when Captain Liba came over after hearing the news, he saw the sad-faced boss posted outside the door. He accused the head nurse of obstructing him, and at the same time, he was so wronged that his nose and tears covered his body. Finally, the head nurse gave him a note After the earth-shaking roar, he obediently kept silent, and the full-fledged rabbit looked like a wolf.

The results of the rehab checkup weren't bad, but they weren't cheering either.

Li Nali seemed to be fully awake and had no other discomfort, except that the memory of being hypnotized could not be recalled at all, except for the immature child's voice that was heard last.

This meant that they could not know the slightest bit about the situation at that time, let alone imagine any countermeasures.The same trick has been staged twice, and no one can guarantee that it will not happen again. Such a tricky ability is simply impossible to guard against.

Looking at the room filled with dark clouds, Li Nali also vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"Did something happen to me these days when I was in a coma?"

"I'll talk about this later, Li Nali should take a good rest now." Comui smiled and stroked his sister's head, smoothing her soft hair behind her ears, "It will be fine."

"Yeah, just wake up." Liba agreed, and glanced at Komui beside him, "So many doctors are helpless, if you don't wake up, this guy will go crazy."

Li Nali raised the corners of her mouth and smiled apologetically. Just as she was about to say something to reassure her brother, she suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, I'm awake now, why don't you ask Dr. Zu to try?"

Zu Meizhan has done research on psychotherapy such as psychological suggestion, and the religious group has interrogated prisoners several times and relied on him for a lot of help. Of course, this must be done when the other party is conscious.But now that she has woken up, with Dr. Zu's suggestion, she might be able to remember anything.With this in mind, Li Nali made up her mind.

"Where's Dr. Zu? Where is he?"

As soon as this question came out, the ward suddenly became quiet, and many people hesitated to speak and exchanged glances with helpless, and no one made a sound for a long time.The unanimous silence made the atmosphere even more dignified.

The weather might be fine today, Allen thought as he sat by the window.He could feel a small patch of sunlight falling on his shoulders through the window, moistening with a reassuring temperature.From time to time, there will be a few birdsong outside the window, and the tones that are a little brighter than the sun compete for the ears, light and joyful.This kind of perception allows people to relax naturally, let go of unknown worries, and only focus on what is within reach around them.

There was a wind blowing in, and a few strands of hair were brushed against her cheeks. The light in front of her eyes dimmed a few times, probably because the curtains were dancing in the wind.A fallen leaf slipped in while brushing against Allen's ear, and just as he was about to raise his hand to grab it, his other hand grabbed it first.

"I'll do it." A familiar voice sounded very close, and the owner of the voice picked up fallen leaves for him, and straightened his collar with very light movements.

It has always been like this.In the past two days after waking up, as long as there was any movement in him, this voice would always sound at the right time. "I'm coming", "Don't move", "I'm here", "Is this better"... It's amazingly sensitive.

"Thank you." Allen smiled, it seemed a bit too polite to thank you over and over again.

The other party didn't say anything, just scratched his head lightly, and then continued to paint.The room was quiet again, leaving only the rustling sound of the brush rubbing against the paper, which was gentle and continuous.The two didn't speak for a while.

Allen always feels that the painters of today seem to be a little different from those in the past, but he only stays in a vague feeling, but he can't tell the specifics.He just suddenly wanted to know what Uncle Izzy looked like at this moment.What kind of demeanor, what kind of action, what kind of mood.

"Uncle Izzy, how long have you lived here?" I vaguely remembered that he had said goodbye the last time we met, but he still hasn't left, obviously because of his sudden visit.

"Three or two months, I can't remember." The other party replied lightly.

"Did you enjoy your stay?"

"Of course," the painter laughed, "so it would be nice to stay a few more days."

Allen also laughed, because of the other party's thoughtfulness, and also because of the sincerity that was not difficult to hear.The rustling sound of the paintbrush applying paint has long since stopped, and it should have been painted.I don't know what kind of scenery it is, it's a pity that I can't witness it.

"A new work has been completed, what did you draw?" Allen asked.

There was no answer right away, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke slowly.

"Guess." The upward arc of the corner of the mouth can be heard in the tone of voice.

"How do I know?" Allen, who can't use vision, shrugged aggrievedly, "There is no hint at all. You can draw almost everything except people..."

"No, it's people."

"Eh?"

"This time," the other party's tone was surprisingly serious, "it's just a person in the painting."

Figure painting?Allen was taken aback, as if this was the first time in his impression.

"It's really surprising. Why did you draw this all of a sudden?"

"It's just a whim." The tone is relaxed, but it doesn't seem to be purely fresh.

"What kind of person is that?" It must be very special, so special that he broke his habit.Allen recalled the look on the painter's face when he said goodbye that day, and suddenly felt that the person in the painting might have the reason for his departure.

"He... is a fool."

"Eh?" His comprehension was exhausted again, and Allen thought to himself, could this special person be so stupid?So how funny is that painting supposed to be?So I became even more curious, "Then what did you paint him? I really want to see it."

The other party didn't answer, and after a while of searching, something was placed in front of him.

"No, I'll show you."

"..." Ya Lian stretched his face in the shadow beside him, "Hey, don't bring such bullies."

The man took his hand with an obvious smile and put it on the drawing board.

"He is here." The not-so-smooth touch passed over the fingers, forming a blurred outline, and then moved to a certain place, "This is his hand..."

The man held his hand and rubbed it slowly on the drawing board, as if stroking something alive.

"This is his shoulder..."

He just took him to touch and told him what was there without describing anything.

"It's his hair... his ears..."

Movement gradually slows down.

"His jaw...his face...and his..."

The movement stopped, along with the sound.

Tiqi looked at the boy in the painting and lowered his eyes slightly.The person in the painting is sitting by the window, smiling, as if very happy.The bright sunlight streamed down from the window, and a large halo covered his brows and eyes, and also blurred most of his expression, so that smile seemed a little dazed.

And the overlapping hands of the two were placed in that position, a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" The person being guided noticed the excessively long pause, so he asked.

"It's nothing, I didn't draw it well here." He replied, "Anyway, it was drawn casually, so I didn't deal with it seriously."

No one would know how many times he tried to draw those eyes and that expression, but he still couldn't draw a satisfactory look, as if there was always something missing between those familiar eyebrows and eyes.No one will know whether the missing one is true or sincere.