【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

"Elsheed."

Surprised, Salaman and Shelan Udos explained in detail a psychological counselor with the same name they knew.

"He is a pervert himself, and he even goes to give psychological counseling to others."

Shelan Udos folded his arms and made a joke of other people's idiots.

"According to your description, he is right."

"I have another question."

"Say."

The red-haired boy's head was filled with the sound of a symphony coming out of the theater. In winter, the fountain that was supposed to work was forcibly stopped, and in the pool that was about to freeze was the tattered corpse of a girl.

"Annie...you killed it?"

"Annie?"

"You should remember that you ran out of the theater that day, and when I found you, you were in a panic. The next day, the overwhelming news was that a girl died."

"It's not me, it's Elshid." He also carefully recalled the situation that day, "He wanted to lure me to appear."

Saying that, Silan Udos clenched his fists again.

"But I think this matter has something to do with you," Salaman said while handing a dozen newspapers to Shelan Udos, "Spontaneous human combustion is rare, and this case was attacked before, when I met The night you were covered in blood."

"I don't deny your words, so what do you want to do, hand me over to the police?" He stretched out his hands, with an embarrassed smile on his face, and disappeared in a second, replaced by an indifferent indifference, "tell They I'm a vampire, let them take me away and dissect me or shoot me?"

Salaman took the newspaper from his hand and threw it on the dining table beside him.

"Would you like to stay overnight?"

"what?"

Silan Udos felt that his brain might have been dead for a long time, and he couldn't keep up with this kid's thinking.

"You failed to attack humans, and then caused the phenomenon of spontaneous combustion of the human body. I think Elshid can easily find out this matter, so it will not be difficult for him to find your residence."

"If you are wandering outside, the chances of running into him are very high, and staying at home is obviously a way to sit and wait."

"You think I can't just go straight to where he is and kill him first?"

"No, I don't doubt your ability." Salaman held his hand, still cold.

"I believe that you won't face each other in a daze after losing part of your understanding after years of not seeing each other."

"You handle things rationally, am I right?"

"Pa——" Silan Udos took his hand away and put it in his pocket, "Don't be self-righteous."

"You can live with me, which is next door to your home. If they find this place, you will find out quickly and it will be easy for you to take action."

Da-da, da-da.

Salaman took the newspaper away, walked into his room, cut out the front page news about spontaneous human combustion, pasted it into his scrapbook collection, closed the book, and threw the rest of the newspaper into the trash can.

"You can choose to stay...you can ignore what I said before...that's not what I want to say..."

He saw Shelan Udos kicking off his shoes and walking barefoot in the house.

"I just want you to stay, by my side."

"I'll protect you during the day, and shade you when the sun shines... I know you might laugh at this as a French romance, but it's not like that, I just really want to protect you."

"Who said it was a romantic talk?"

"There are too many people who have told me something that seems to be a righteous act to protect me." As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers, as if preparing to count, "Brat, you have to line up."

"Where did all those people go?"

"Dead," the golden eyes rolled around in the sockets, "all dead."

Elshid sat on his own single sofa, the curtains were dark purple close to black, he threw a dozen newspapers into the trash can under the desk, waiting for a voice——

——"Bang bang bang", the rapid knock on the door seemed to be the wailing for help from the prey that had been calculated to fall into the trap, which happened to be a signal to remind the hunter.

"Take me to kill him!!!" Opening the door is a signal eager for revenge.

Pepilus' hands clenched Elshid's collar tightly, as if to lift him up.

"You must know where he is, why didn't you kill him?!?!"

The gray eyes are no longer dull, the dirty color is the message from the moon to the beasts.

"I'm waiting for you."

With a magnetic and magical voice, Pepyrus let go of his hand.

Salaman looked nervously at Shelan Udos going in and out of each house in his house. After looking around for a long time, he walked to the entrance and opened the door.

"Remember to invite me in later."

Salaman nodded.

Then he heard the opening of the door next door, the rustling of some fabrics, and then a knock on the door.

"Please come in, sir."

He saw Shelan Udos holding a ball of black cotton...curtains in his arms?

"You have light coming in everywhere in your house, it's really annoying."

"My parents both like sunshine, so they chose this room."

"Thank them in my place. If you had chosen my room, I would have spent more time shading this room."

As he spoke, he dragged the ball of curtains into the bathroom.

"Only here is less light." Pale hand stretched out to the beam on the bathroom window, Shelan Udos took off the original white and light-transmitting curtains, and began to press the "black cloth" he brought.

"Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

"Of course there is."

"That is?"

"Don't call me sir, call me by name."

"But your name is too long."

He frowned, "That's Phoo."

"Thank you, Xi," he smiled happily like a child of a few years old, and he suddenly realized that this might be the only time since his parents decided to divorce. "By the way, let me help you do it." What?"

"You already helped me, don't call me 'sir'."

Shelan Udos jumped down from the window sill, without the sound of footsteps that should have landed, but the curtains were blown up by the breeze, and the corners of the curtains turned inward, like long waves. Salaman had an illusion that the person in front of him Standing in a boundless sea, the sky is pitch black, and a puddle of sea water is blackened. This person is pale, facing himself and retreating, the sea water rises and engulfs him, starting from his ankles, and then unknowingly covering the tip of his nose .

"Can I still use the bathroom water?"

Everything should be done properly, and Salaman felt that this guy must definitely be an Englishman.

"Of course, do you still need to heat the water?" As he spoke, his finger was about to press the button of the water heater.

"No need." He unscrewed the cold water on his own, and it became cold in the bathtub. Salaman reached out to test the temperature of the water, and he shivered from the cold.

Salaman didn't know how to understand the current structure of this non-human temperature sensory center.

But the person in front of him was not going to explain everything and began to take off the sweater Salaman gave him, leaving only a simple long shirt and shorts. "Your clothes may shrink after soaking in water, which is really troublesome."

He slowly submerged himself into the cold water, with the sound of gurgling water, he heard the voice of the ultramarine head:

"Salaman, good night."

"Good night."

Salaman left the bathroom by himself, and closed the door gently.

Even if it is an existence that is close to a dead person, he doesn't want to disturb this person's every sleep.

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