Doomsday Egg

remaining feelings.

"come out."

He stretched out his hand to grab the boy's arm, and felt the boy tremble like an electric shock, which made his instinctive slowing down slow down, from dragging to pulling, and finally he simply hugged him out.

"Whoa—"

Who would have thought that as soon as he got out of the car seat, the boy suddenly started crying loudly. This burst of noise disturbed the tranquility of the morning and frightened the man who was the culprit.

"Hey... shut up!"

Kelan didn't expect the guy who had been whimpering and raving to make such a loud protest, so he could only cover the boy's mouth in a panic to restrain his movements as much as possible, and moved towards the courtyard of the orphanage.

The boy's struggle was more intense than he expected, and Kelan managed to control it in his arms with both hands, but when he went to ring the doorbell——

"It hurts—tsk! Hey!"

The boy seemed to see his chance of distraction, bit down on his palm, and then took advantage of the pain to divert his attention, broke free from his restraint and flew back to the car.

"Uh……"

Ke Lan stared blankly at the shivering child in the car not far away, feeling embarrassed for no reason.

The child was obviously afraid of him, but he seemed unwilling to leave him.

How can this be good?

Just when Kelan hesitated to draw a question mark in his heart, the door in front of him opened, and a small bell rang along the way, and then a young woman dressed as a servant poked her head out.

"Hello...what's the matter?"

"I...uh..." Kelan quickly looked away from the direction of the car, "Is Dean Jones here?"

"Jones... Dean?" The freckled woman looked up and down the man in front of her suspiciously, "Are you joking, are you really looking for her?"

"Yes, I have something to trouble her with, a child..."

"She's in the backyard, just go around here."

The maid didn't seem to want to hear why Kelan was looking for someone at all, so she simply gestured her left hand outwards, and then closed the door without hesitation.

what happened?The other party's inexplicable attitude made Kelan murmur.

Although Dean Jones was a weird person in the past, the various rumors spread by the young children made her look like an old witch in fairy tales—she often wore all-black dresses and walked in the middle of the night. The yard was hanging around, but it was unusual for her to get up for a walk so early, because she would sleep for more than half of the day.

Of course, this was many years ago.

Perhaps people's habits and personalities will change over time, Kelan smiled wryly.

That's right, just like himself, he is no longer as innocent as he was back then...

Because I have experienced too painful and complicated things, the nerves that can be sentimental have been numb.

Shaking his head and casting a glance in the direction of the car, Kelan walked towards the backyard.

The backyard of the orphanage accounts for two-thirds of the planning of the entire building complex. Near the main building is a place for children to play. Children who died when they were adopted, and those who grew up to be unadopted and homeless and could only do volunteer work here are buried here.

"Dean Jones, are you there?"

Kelan stood within the scope of the children's activity area, looked around, and tried to call out, but didn't get any response.

Perhaps it was still too early, and there was no one in the wide yard.

An unnatural expression was drawn from the corner of his mouth. Surrounded by sycamore trees on the too quiet morning lawn, he shivered for no reason. It seemed that a strange breath climbed up his spine and penetrated into his neck. The children's toys there seem to have something attached to them, and they will jump up from the ground as long as you blink.

Memories of the past suddenly flooded in front of him, and he saw many children in a trance... Yes, there are many children there during the day, and Lilith was one of them. If it wasn't for her illness, she might I will still be here, playing with my friends, gathering together to listen to stories told by the nuns... living a poor but happy life, instead of running around with me, and now I am still inexplicably kidnapped and killed Unknown fate...

"Tsk!"

Thinking of this, Kelan's chest felt tight.

If he hadn't listened to Jetson's instigation and committed a felony murder, hadn't taken Lilith away secretly, and hadn't lived a life of killing and fleeing, what would happen now?

There is no regret medicine to take, and he will never look back. At least he saved Lilith's life, which is the most real. As for which future is best for his sister who doesn't know how long she can live Of...he didn't know either.

Kelan walked around the children's activity area, but did not find the dean.

"Is it in the cemetery?"

He stood at the door of the gravekeeper's hut, hesitating whether to go in, but unconsciously put his hand on the door, and the door creaked open, followed by the sound of a man snoring, and the pungent smell of alcohol. stink.

The cemetery keeper has found friends to pour water on each other again?

Is it just this person who can't change his habits for many years?

Kelan shook his head, put his hand to his nose, and quietly walked past the two sleeping men who were twisted and drooling, and walked to the door leading to the cemetery. Reach for the doorknob.

At this time, something suddenly stimulated his nerves and made him freeze in place.

This is a stress response from occupational instinct.

Seems like something... isn't quite right?He stood where he was, and under the snoring one after another, he slowly turned his head and looked at the two ignorant bearded men who were still sleeping.

look familiar.

Not the grave keeper with the red rosacea, but another man he had seen.

Isn't this man Detective Vittoria of the New York City Police Department?

Meanwhile, not far from here—

Two men, one tall and one short, stood side by side outside a low wall covered with cane plants and spider webs. The short man's face twitched for a long time, and finally he couldn't hold back the sonorous and forceful complaints from his mouth.

"Don Ryder, what do you mean?!"

"Who told you to come here in the middle of the night and ask me where that stubble bear went..." The tall man with an innocent face grabbed the hair that was drooping on half of his face and pulled it back from his head, revealing that he was handsome and handsome. He narrowed his eyes lazily, "In order to punish you for disturbing people's sane dreams, I brought you here to 'Face the Wall and Think About Mistakes', my dear Forensic Officer Moya."

The short man, who was trembling for no reason because of the opponent's bewitching actions, quickly lost his mind because of this cold joke that he didn't know how to spit out.

"Are you bored?!"

After yelling loudly, Moya turned and left in a panic, but Tang grabbed his arm.

"Wait, you don't want to look for that stubble bear anymore? Aren't you going to report to him the results of your forensic examination of the traces left at the scene of Levins' murder?

"Of course I want to report, that's why I was deceived by you," Moya stared at the man in front of him with an unbearable expression, "I didn't expect you, bastard, to drive for so long and travel so far to come here Planting a ghost place is just to play with me!"

"I'll just say...you really don't know what humor is," Tang shrugged, and pulled the hand on Moya's arm towards him, even pulling the owner of the arm away, "I'm the kind Someone who consumes power in vain?"

Mo Ya didn't understand Tang's meaning, he was just surprised by the man's aura that suddenly approached him, but before he could recall it, Tang squatted down, picked up his legs and lifted them up into the air, and then the two of them in strange postures Attached to the vines... knocked off a pile of cobwebs and dust.

"What are you doing?!"

Moya was paled by Tang's nonsensical actions, and instinctively struggled - because he was hugged by his legs, the position of his waist was just near the opponent's head. This ambiguous state made it rare for him to get close to others. The man in contact blushed instantly, and he was very glad that the other party didn't... No, he couldn't stare at his face.

"You still don't understand, turn over."

"Oh, that's right...wrong! Why did I turn over into someone's yard...Wow!!"

Moya's hands rested on the edge of the low wall, and he had already propped up his body before he realized that something was wrong. He was about to question, but he didn't expect the man below to take advantage of the situation to lift his butt and push him. As a result, he lost his center of gravity. Steady fell to the opposite side.

"you……!"

Moya, who descended in a parabola, emerged from a pile of weeds and leaves, stood up in a hurry, but unexpectedly kicked on a monument-shaped stone next to him, which hurt him so much Oh, screaming, but when he realized what the stone prototype that happened to be in that position was, he sat down on the ground in fright, unable to play a single note.

"What's the matter?" Compared to Moya, who was terrified and trembling with his eyes wide open, Tang, who then climbed over the wall, had a dull and calm expression, "Jones Maria, died in April 21XX, Dear her before she was alive—what, what's the problem?"

"What's the problem?!" It took Moya a long time to find the primordial spirit, jumped up and yelled, "There is something wrong with you, not only trespassing on private land without authorization, but also someone else's...other people's..."

Looking at Moya who was trembling and stammering with anger, Tang just shrugged his shoulders amusedly.

"Just say you're afraid of ghosts."

"Of course that kind of thing... Who, who is afraid?" Moya coughed hard, deliberately raised his voice and pretended to be himself.