Thriller Trainee

The days passed slowly, and Christmas finally arrived as promised.

There are lights and decorations everywhere, Christmas trees with colorful lights are decorated on street corners, and Christmas carols are played over and over again in shopping malls.

This year's Christmas seems to be extremely cold, and it looks like it's going to snow.

However, the city where the high-end apartment is located is close to the sea and its dimensions are not very high. It is really difficult to get snow.

Zong Jiu woke up very early. He opened his eyes before dawn, knocked off the devil's hand on his body, and walked to the cloakroom on the carpet.

It's too cold in winter, so the heating in apartments is usually turned on to the highest setting. As long as you don't go out, you can wear short sleeves indoors. But in fact, this temperature is not what Zongjiu feels, but that some people are too cold. They like to get close to others when they are cold, which makes them annoying. In the end, for the sake of his own health, Zongjiu just wears a black face. Turn up the heat on your face.

By the time I finished changing my clothes and washing up, it was almost dawn.

The magician took the coffee from under the coffee machine, took out the browned bread slices from the toaster, spread a thick layer of tomato sauce, and stood in front of the dining table to tie his hair.

The next second, a hand covered with scars passed by his fingertips, skillfully took the rubber band from the white-haired young man's hand, and gathered up his long silver-white hair that was scattered like moonlight.

The man stood lazily behind him, manipulating the shadow to massage the magician's waist, and combing his fingers together to gather his hair in his hands.

Zong Jiu didn't make any move, letting the other person comb his hair, but he was still awake deep in his eyes.

He put the plate back in the kitchen, picked up a thick cashmere scarf, put on a mask and sunglasses, "Let's go."

In previous years, the city where Zongjiu's apartment was located was unknown how far away from the small town where the old church was located. Every time, I have to book a room in a hotel in a small town a few days in advance and fly there.

But now there is no need. With someone like the devil here, you can easily reach it by just walking through the shadows, which greatly saves the time spent on the road.

The black-haired demon chuckled and grabbed his hand with his backhand.

The next second, the shadows swimming around the room suddenly rose from the ground, forming an ominous dome curtain that continued to flow in front of them, with no end as far as the eye could see.

This is not the first time Zongjiu has tasted the feeling of falling into the shadows. Not long ago, he was forced to experience the feeling of being surrounded by shadows after losing a bet with the devil.

For humans, this alien space is undoubtedly very cold and dark, with no light coming out.

Because these shadows are constantly flowing, even if Zong Jiu has excellent night vision ability, he will not be able to see the slightest glimpse of this space.

He can only be led by the devil.

Zongjiu didn't realize that for him, putting himself in an area beyond his control was actually a sign of trust. There are always things that are changing subtly.

After walking for a short time, it suddenly became enlightened.

They appeared in a narrow, dark alley.

"Snowing."

Suddenly exposed from the warm room to the air of several degrees below zero, the magician couldn't help but tighten the scarf around his neck, and a layer of white mist appeared around the mask.

There was thick snow on the ground, without any trace of footprints, and it was as soft as stepping on clouds.

The town was eerily quiet, and only the sound of church bells ringing in the distance could be heard, echoing emptyly in the sky.

Christmas has a very strong religious meaning. For the city where Zong Jiu lived when he was a child, people here generally have faith. During the seven-day holiday, no one is seen on the streets and the doors of every house are closed. Shops are also closed.

But the coastal city where Zongjiu Apartment is located is different. The Spring Festival is celebrated there, and there is no such thing as Christmas. Everyone is still doing what they should do without any care.

Halfway through, Zongjiu suddenly remembered something.

He forgot to buy flowers.

The old nun loved flowers when she was alive, so Zongjiu would bring a bouquet of flowers every time he came back. Usually the hotel prepares it for him, but this time through the quick shadow travel, he actually couldn't remember it for a while.

Helpless, Zongjiu could only walk around this street, hoping to find a flower shop that was not closed yet.

Fortunately, there is one and only one on the corner, which is just a jewelry store.

This small town can also be regarded as a city whose main business is tourism. It has many local accessories. On weekdays, various small shops are distributed around the old alleys. They are of all kinds. They sell everything, including handmade ones. Handicrafts, as well as contemporary witchcraft souvenirs.

The clerk standing at the door glanced at their interlocked hands and immediately smiled warmly.

"Merry Christmas! Would you like to give your lover a ring with our local flowers?"

Zongjiu: "..."

This is the second time. The last time was the little girl selling roses half a year ago.

As the black-haired devil beside him chuckled happily, the magician quickly let go of the hand he had forgotten to let go of, as if trying to conceal it, and objected, "No, I would like to take the liberty of asking, what fresh food does your store have?" Flowers? I just need to buy some flowers."

"Yes, please come in with me."

The clerk looked at them with regret. Although both of them wore sunglasses and masks, they knew from their stature and atmosphere that they were a very well-matched pair.

The rings in the store are not like the dazzling array of precious metals in jewelry stores, but they are a bit warm.

A small rose is carefully carved on the ring wrapped with bronze vines.

After helping the magician wrap a bouquet of white lilies, the clerk still felt a little regretful.

"Are you really not going to buy a ring? We have a romantic ancient legend here. As long as you wear a flower ring for your lover at the stroke of midnight, you can be inseparable for life and death."

"Thank you for your kindness, we really don't need it."

Zong Jiu politely refused, glared at the devil whose mask couldn't hide his happy expression, and walked out of the store straightforwardly.

They walked along the road and at the end was the old church.

Even though ten years have passed, this place is still the same as Zongjiu remembered, with gray walls and white roofs.

In winter, those plump pigeons fly to nowhere. Maybe Zong Jiu came at the wrong time. A Christmas event had just been completed here, and the snow on the stone road at the door had been trampled into ice.

The sky and the earth were very quiet, the snow was falling heavily again, and it was falling like catkins, with no end in sight.

Zong Jiu never thought that he would bring another person here one day.

Incredible and extremely ridiculous, it would have been unthinkable in the past.

"etc."

The white-haired magician stopped and smiled.

Under the reflection of sunlight and white snow, he seemed to blend into the snowy scene behind him.

"It doesn't seem right that a devil enters the church, doesn't it?"

The devil rarely choked.

As the saying goes, it takes a thousand lies to cover a lie.

In order to show his weakness after losing his magic power, the devil made up countless lies before coaxing the young and immature magician into bed. Now, okay, shoot yourself in the foot.

"Of course, honey, I'll wait for you outside."

He showed a sweet smile, "Don't let me wait too long. The smell of Christmas and being close to the church will intensify the loss of my magic power. If the magic power is lost too much, I will feel sorry for you, too." baby."

Zongjiu: "..."

The devil has lost too much magic power, but he is the one who should feel sorry for him. Is this reasonable?

The white-haired magician snorted coldly and walked into the church without looking back.

But the moment he entered the church, the expression on his face disappeared and became calm.

At this moment, the high-spirited little magician seemed not to be seen in him. Instead, he looked more like someone who had experienced abyss of despair for several years, and had experienced life and death in that infinite cycle of horror trainee competitions. After the fight, he grew into the shadow of a young magician.

Time can change so many things, from the initial caution to the familiarity now. I don’t know since when, the magician who is used to being alone and hates being disturbed by others has also been spending more and more time with such an extra person.

As time goes by, his memory is gradually unblocked.

As of now, Zongjiu has been able to analyze from those fragments of memory that there is a 70% chance that this guy is not a devil from hell at all. There are probably nine of the ten sentences he said about mending demons at the beginning. They were all coaxing him.

It makes my head feel so hard.

After all, I just picked up a few memory fragments. What was their relationship in the past? Why did Zongjiu still find nothing about this lost memory even after he completely scratched his memory line? , what is his purpose... Zongjiu is still confused about such questions.

But soon.

Zongjiu had a premonition that he only needed an opportunity and waited for a coincidence to come, and all those dusty things, whether they were memories or the past, would be returned to him.

Zong Jiu doesn't like to be kept secret, he likes to have everything in his hands.

In other words, these days that are too calm and have no waves are like a mirror, the falseness that people know well will be broken at the slightest touch.

It is precisely because of this that Zong Jiu insists on coming here. He needs to verify a guess in his heart.

Then, completely retrieve your memory.

...

After the magician's figure disappeared at the door of the church, the devil withdrew his sight.

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared and he became bored.

Almost a year.

This copy is almost a year old.

But in fact, the time flow rate in the dungeon is different from that in the infinite loop outside. No matter how much time passes inside, it will still only last for a few hours at most after leaving.

Such a comfortable life is even more incredible to the devil, and it can even be called a novel feeling that has never been experienced before.

In the past, only humanity, blood and death interested him. But now, magician has become his eternal source of fun, and he never tires of it.

The devil looked around aimlessly, and his eyes fell on the jewelry store again.

There, a scarlet rose was wrapped around the dark green vines, preserved and fixed on the red velvet cloth in an unknown way, like a cursed beast rose, and like the one that never fades on planet b612.

A loser always looks like a loser.

He thought that even if he knew it, he would never say it.

If the magician can guess it, let it be a surprise.

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