[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Ruberlier paced back and forth in the office, a little restless.

Five days, it's been five days, and they used black and white forces to go out, but they haven't caught anyone yet.At first, there was a trace in Dongcheng District, but after concentrating on a strict roundup, nothing was found, and there was no news after that.

Is it possible to give up all previous efforts like this?

No, absolutely not!After finally completing a complete set of data, the chip had to be retrieved no matter what.Although the activity of in-body stripping is better, and keeping him alive may still be useful in the future, the development of the situation has begun to go out of the controllable range.

Before Rubellier could think any more, the phone rang suddenly. He quickly stepped forward to pick up the receiver, and as soon as he put it to his ear, he heard a quick and clear sentence——

"Report sir, the target's whereabouts were found in the commercial street in the west of the city!"

Allen's injury has mostly healed, and the gauze on his eyes has also been removed.He has been thinking of leaving since he was able to move without hindrance, and the painter seemed to see his intentions, and only kept persuading him to wait until he was fully recovered, so he delayed it.

On this day, Yalian came out to breathe, the sun was very good, and the sky was blue and blue, with only a few thin clouds floating.The wind in the field is very strong, blowing towards the face with the fragrance of the soil, it is already very cold in this late autumn.

A touch of softness wrapped around his neck, and Allen turned his head to see the artist putting a scarf on himself.

"Thank you." Ya gathered the scarf together, saw that the other party was empty-handed, and asked, "Aren't you going to draw?"

"I won't draw today," the man stepped forward and walked side by side with him, "walking with you."

The boy blinked, said nothing, moved away and followed.The sun poured down from a distant place, dragging the shadows of the two people very long. The two shadows, one tall and one short, kept a slight gap and spread parallel to the ground, but they merged together at the position of the hand.Allen looked at the overlapping part, a little playful, and moved his fingers, the shadow looked like two people holding hands.

I don't know how he would react if he suddenly held Uncle Izzy's hand like this.It must be shocking, right?

Ya Lian was thinking wildly, and glanced at the side of the man's bearded face, but he didn't know that the other party was thinking about the same thing as him at the moment.

After all, the painter's hands are really precious, Alian still thought wildly, even a slovenly person like Uncle Izzy wears gloves all the time, and rarely takes them off. It turns out that painters take care of their hands like this.

I don't know if after today, I can see him painting again in the future.Allen looked at the distant sky and pondered for a while, then gradually stopped.

"Uncle Izzy..."

"Huh?" Tiqi turned around and looked at him.

"Teach me how to draw."

The young man smiled.

The commercial street in the west of the city is a bustling area, and the traffic of people remains high no matter it is day or night. Hunting down a person in this kind of place is like looking for a needle in a haystack.Of course, if there are enough people to support it, it is not impossible.

At this moment, five people were running rampant in the crowd, chasing a certain figure who was running.The kid was very agile, running around the streets like a loach, taking advantage of his small size to disappear from the crowd in a blink of an eye, making those who followed him anxious.But after all, there are fewer enemies and more enemies. Under the siege and interception of dozens of them, the scope for the target to escape is getting smaller and smaller. It's a matter of time.

The leader of the captain arranged an ambush and rushed into the store, and started searching around regardless of the store owner's obstruction. During the process, he knocked down an old lady and didn't care at all.But after a search, nothing was found. When the captain reappeared at the door of the store, his face was very gloomy, and no one among the guards outside the store found the boy's shadow, as if the target had disappeared just like that.

"Grandma, do you need needlework?" The little girl at the needlework stall greeted the business enthusiastically, but she still watched another passerby wave her hand and walk away.

The "grandmother" walked tremblingly to the corner of the street, turned to another road, and shrank the hand holding the coin purse into her sleeve.If the little girl just now had been more careful, she would have noticed that, unlike her wrinkled face, the old man's hands were soft and tender.

Careless, very dangerous.

Fu was dumbfounded to herself.Although she has already mastered the ability to change clothes in an instant, no matter how fast her movements are, it is impossible to take care of the parts other than the face and clothes in such a short period of time.Of course, generally no one pays too much attention to this.

In any case, this cover-up method worked again, and I hope it can disturb them for a while.Without knowing Alian's whereabouts, if he hastily attracted the attention of the pursuers, his crisis might be aggravated, so Fu just made trouble in a few mixed places near the religious order.It's been a few days since the previous scene in Dongcheng District, and Allen should have gone far away.

No matter where you go, don't come back.

Thinking this way, Fu raised her collar and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"What do you want to paint?" The painter set up the drawing board and opened the paint box.

"Hmm..." Allen looked at the snow-white drawing paper and thought for a while, then turned around and pointed to the cabin on the other side of the field, "Let's just draw that."

That unremarkable hut saved his life and gave him a simple and peaceful life for a few days. Looking at it from afar at this moment, it is not without some nostalgia in his heart.

"Okay," the painter nodded, and looked over, "This angle is not bad, let's draw a distant view."

After speaking, he began to talk about the composition, from near to large and far to small to blank space, and made a few gestures from time to time for the sake of understanding.Allen quietly listened to his every word and watched his every movement, earnestly and piously.

Finally decided to leave.It has been so many days, although there is no change for the time being, the pursuers may be found at any time, and it will be more dangerous to stay for one more day.Regardless of other things, it is absolutely impossible to involve Uncle Izzy.

This farewell, maybe it will be difficult to see you again.

Alian turned his head and looked at the person who was teaching him to estimate the proportion with the pen held up.The man was smiling, as if he was very happy. He spoke every word very slowly, very slowly, but also with a little bit of childish complacency.

Every time he was about to leave, this carefree man would always try to persuade him to stay.So this time, Allen decided to leave without saying goodbye.Just tonight.

"It seems... it hasn't been wiped off, and the paint has faded." Allen pointed to the mess of colors on the canvas, and looked at him for help.

"It's okay, it's normal to learn at the beginning." The painter picked up the paint tray and adjusted it, and added a few strokes on top of the unknown color block, "This side can be covered with a dark color. Write lightly...you try again."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, prolong it, but don't go out of this range..."

Before he finished speaking, the line under his hand accidentally deviated again. Just as Allen was about to stop his pen, a big hand covered it.

"Don't pay too much attention to the details, first wipe off the color block." The man's gentle voice came from his ears, bringing out a few gentle ripples in the air, "That's it, apply evenly, gently..."

The big hand with a lot of paint on the glove holds him, skillfully bringing out the movement of smearing, and the pen in the hand seems to come alive suddenly, dancing lightly on the canvas.

"...This part is the key point, so the coloring should be brighter..." The man passed his empty left hand over his shoulder, pointed to the hut in the distance, and then picked up the paint tray, "but the transition should be natural..."

So when they were coloring, the distance between the two of them suddenly became very close. Allen could even feel the stubble of the other's beard touching his neck from time to time as he spoke, itching, but he didn't feel disgusted.

Surprisingly, I feel relieved.

The chaotic colors gradually become layered under this brush stroke, and the strokes also begin to become subtle.The range of movement gradually slowed down, and at first glance, it seemed to be still.

So the two stood there with their backs embracing, the shoulder-length weeds swaying in the wind, and the scene in the painting and the people in the scene became faintly visible.