[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

"Minister is in danger." After being dragged to a hidden corner by that person, Jonny said impatiently, "I can't find anyone to help. Fortunately, there is you, Fu, and I can only rely on you."

The person dressed as a guard in front of her is Fu after her disguise. She has been wandering around here for more than a day or two.

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Fu pressed the brim of Ya's hat and said, "What's wrong?"

"The circuit board, the circuit board of Unit [-]...has been cleaned!"

"What... what circuit board are you talking about?" Fu was a little confused.

"It's part of the receiving end of the signal." Looking at Fu as if he suddenly understood something, Jonny continued, "I peeked at it during the routine inspection the day before yesterday, and all the magnetic powder in that capacitor was cleaned up. It's..."

"Wait...Johnny, how do you know?" Fu asked suddenly, pressing on his shoulder.

"At that time... the minister told me to forget about it as if I didn't know anything." Jonny hesitated, "but I couldn't just sit back and watch. I knew how risky it was, so I was more worried. I also wanted to Help you, help him."

Fu stopped talking, and lowered her head slightly, with a familiar expression flowing between her strange eyebrows and eyes.

"The hands and feet that have been tampered with must have been discovered, and the minister must be involved in the investigation. He has been under house arrest for so many days, and I don't know how he is doing. The guards are so strict and he can't visit him. What should I do... "

"Don't think about it, it's okay." Fu interrupted him, and said softly, "That guy is very lucky, maybe it will still be delicious and drinkable in it. Don't worry, leave it to me."

With a calmer mood, Jonny looked into Fu's eyes, let go of his clenched fists, and nodded.

This is a well-lit room with a large floor-to-ceiling window through which the sunlight can illuminate the entire room.It's a pity that the owner of the room always keeps the curtains closed, and occasionally a ray of light leaks in through the gaps, creating small pieces of silhouettes on the ground.

Most of the sunlight was covered, and the room showed a quiet style, and the sound of the piano at the moment was very in tune.

It's just that the sound of the piano sounds a bit jerky, probably it's the first time the player has tried it, or it's been a long time since he played it.

Sitting in front of the piano was an elderly man, with gray hair and a fat body, making him look older than his real age.What is being played is a sad piece of music, but it is not full of sadness when listening carefully. The melancholy sound of each sentence will suddenly slow down at the end, and the peak will turn around, giving people a feeling of hope.

The melody falls back, and the aftertaste gradually fades away. When the last sound settles down, a brief knock on the door sounds at the right time, as if it has been waiting for a long time.

"Come in." The man said.

The door was pushed open, and a tall woman walked in.

"Mr. Millennium, those three people have all fainted." The woman stepped forward, seeing the Boss motioning for herself to continue, she continued to report, "The confessions of the three people are basically the same, the leg bones were all crushed, and there is not much to ask , seems to be really ignorant."

The person called Millennium Lord nodded, without looking at the record handed over, he stroked the black keys with his index finger, wondering what he was thinking.

"After all, it happened ten years ago." Lulubell closed the notebook and said calmly, "Not many people know about it now."

In other words, not many are alive.

"Well, so..." Millennium Lord stood up, opened the curtain casually, and said, "Only these people are not enough."

Yes, it's been so many years.

The golden afterglow of the setting sun spilled in from the window, plating on the scarlet carpet, and the slightly fat figure of the millennium man was elongated obliquely, making him appear taller and straighter.

After a while of silence, Lulubell seemed to think of something again, said.

"However, it's not all fruitless."

"Huh?" Boss tilted his head.

"The arrest warrant for Allen Walker was issued by the police station."

"so?"

"The theory of fleeing from the religious order," Lulubell briefly concluded, "is true."

"That's the best way to say it, but be careful when sailing for thousands of years. Find more high-ranking ones and work on it slowly. You may not be able to dig out anything." The Millennium Lord said unhurriedly, with an understatement, His eyes were filled with sadness, "The bastards of the sect are too useless. Now that they have fainted from the pain, let them wake up from the pain. Take good care of them, and don't let me kill them."

"Well, I have my own measure." Lulubell nodded slightly, and casually pulled a few strands of hair behind her ears, her gaze inadvertently fell on the spread sheet music.

"The last afterglow"

Doomsday Afterglow, a very old song.Duke Millennium occasionally listens to light music, but it seems that he has never seen this one.In other words, he popped it out with his own hands, which itself is already a rare event.

Lulu Bell joined the organization late. Although he knew that Boss could play the piano, he had never actually seen it. He only knew that this black Yamaha seemed to have a special meaning to him. Be careful.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Duke Qianqian asked as if he had seen what she was thinking.

Lulu Bell withdrew her gaze from the spotless piano stand, glanced at the person in front of her, and shook her head.

"No."

Millennium Duke smiled, stroked the piano cover with his palm, and patted it lightly.

"It's really been a long time since I played it."

This was the first money I "earned" with my own hands back then, and it was bought as a birthday present for that guy.And not long after, when he knew where the money came from, he immediately returned it to himself, refusing to ask for anything.

It's not that he doesn't know his own nature. No matter what kind of encounters he experiences, he will eventually walk on this path. As long as he can achieve his goal, he doesn't think there is anything he can't do.He can be cruel to everyone, but that person is not included.

The man who used to be called Spectacles and is now called Mana is dead.

In those days when he first came to Daoist, he suffered a lot, and although that guy kept saying he deserved it, he always "accidentally" bumped into him at a critical moment, always by coincidence "Pick up" some "useless medicine" and throw it at him when he is injured.From then on, he no longer called him "cheater", but directly called him by his name, which was never called by anyone again.

In fact, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to kill him when he thought he was betrayed.At that time, he didn't have a chance to kill or take revenge, and that person died.

But that is his person, and he has the final say on whether to live or die.The group of people in the religious order are really impatient to live.

During the turmoil that year, some people thought that the Earl of the Millennium wanted to take revenge on Mana, so he blamed the religious order.In fact, the reason he hated the Order so much was out of some kind of rage about being robbed of a favorite toy.

And now?

All of this is just like a joke.

That unfinished piano piece, that promise as the second part of the answer, he actually chose such a piece.

The last afterglow.Until the very end, do you still have a glimmer of hope?

Allen was lying on the bed alone, and the only light in the darkness came from the lighter he held in front of his eyes.

The corner of the fuselage is embedded with Givenchy's iconic pattern, which will change color with the intensity of the light. It is night now, so it is dressed in jet black.The light blue flame on the gas nozzle rises quietly, light and elegant, just like its owner.

The words that broke into my mind from Shengjie during the day seemed to be echoing all the time, lingering and disturbing.Allen fiddled with the lighter again and again, forcing himself to focus on it instead of thinking about it.

click -

despair.

click -

despair.

The bright fire light flickered and flickered, casting a blurred halo on the ceiling, which was erased suddenly after a while.This simple design lighter has good heat insulation performance, and it does not get hot after long-term use.

After staring at the flames for a long time, his eyes finally became a little dry. Allen closed the lid with a click, and the room immediately became dark.

Sure enough, the church still refused to let him go.Even if this kind of thing is done, is it possible for him to escape?In other words, it's not that you can't escape, you can't escape.

Mo, and Kanda... The sect has always followed its word, and it is impossible for him to leave them alone.

but……

Allen turned over and buried his face deeply in the pillow, almost suffocating.

Do you really have to do this?