[Exorcist Boy] The whole world thinks I'm a cannon fodder

"Hey—what's the matter, Tim?"

The rabbi jumped off the handle of the hammer and ran to me. Just as he was about to inquire, his eyes touched the holiness in my hand, and his expression froze immediately.

"This is... the holy rough stone? Could it be..."

"It's not Allen's."

"It's Sman... the holiness of Sman."

Li Nali and I spoke at the same time.

Seeing that she recognized her, I casually threw Shengjie over.I'm not interested in Sman and his holiness. After giving Tim a hiccupping loving rub, I went straight to the point: "Where's Allen?"

The local bamboo forests are verdant and lush, overlapping.The sky is gradually clearing up, and the thick water mist gradually dissipates with the passage of time, and the shallow and warm morning sun shines in. The deeper you go, the more quiet and empty the color is.

We soon reached the place where Tim and Allen parted ways for the last time.

If there was no pool of dark red blood that had dried up on the ground, no one would have imagined that there had been a battle here.

The dense fog condensed into full morning dew, which slowly dripped down the tall and straight bamboo joints, bent the grass blades below, and then dripped to the ground along the leaf tips, making a soft sound in the dead silence.

But it seemed to hit our hearts hard.

— Allen is gone.

Tim circled in mid-air, opened his mouth wide, and showed us what it recorded.

Siman blamed and Allen fought.

Allen desperately rescued Siman, but Siman was swallowed by black and purple butterflies, Noah appeared, and Allen...severed his hand.

Allen's holiness was destroyed.

At the end of the picture, it was fixed on his firm eyes.

"Tim," he said, "if something happens to you, no one will be able to find Master."

"So... let's go."

"Tim, let's go!"

"How...how could this be... Allen..."

Li Nali's lips moved violently, and she staggered forward a few steps, finally unable to bear the self-blame for leaving Allen alone, she sat down in front of the bloodstain.

She lowered her head, stiffly lightly touched the already blackened blood on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

I didn't speak, and the rabbi didn't say anything for the first time. Instead, he walked to the side and picked up the blood-stained Ace of Spades from the scattered playing cards.

"Zi La... Zi La..."

The black Graeme flying next to the rabbi suddenly made intermittent electric sounds, and then the bookman's voice came from it: "Can you hear me, kid."

The rabbi looked down slightly, looking at the playing cards in his hand, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Go back to the port, the messenger is coming."

Only then did the rabbi show a slight expression: "A messenger?"

"Yes, come back immediately."

Rabi paused, then turned to look at Li Nali and me.

"……Understood."

·

But we still did not give up and searched again, but still found nothing.

On the way back, no one spoke.

Li Nali kept her head down, unable to see her expression clearly; the rabbi stared ahead with a gloomy expression; and I... I was much more relaxed, rubbing the cold with my fingertips almost the whole time. hammer handle.

Actually, I'm not as worried as they are.

I trusted my instincts more than what Tim had recorded.

——In short, no matter what, no matter how dangerous it was at the time, at least Allen must not be in danger now.

My requirements for him and Master have always been low, as long as there is no fear of life.

But I can't tell the rabbi and Li Nali about this.

Because I can't explain my intuition, which sounds very unreliable and obviously falls into the category of idealism.

Speaking of it, I seem to...even the master didn't tell me.

It was more like a unique, uncanny connection between me and Allen.

Before I opened my eyes while hugging Master's calf, before Allen was brought back bloodied by Master, it already existed.

Perhaps, we are really not just a rich kid kidnapped by Master and a fatherless kid rescued by Master.

This is not the first time I have thought this way. I suspect that Master lied. In fact, Allen is me at all—I was kidnapped by human traffickers and sold to a circus since I was a child, and then I met him by chance. My adoptive father, who was rescued by Master for one reason or another, and returned to me—the younger brother.

The kind of siblings with one mother, one father and one mother.

Otherwise, how to explain this indescribable sense of familiarity?

From the moment he walked out of the shadow of his adoptive father's death and greeted me, I began to feel that he was familiar.

But that kind of familiarity is very inconsistent, as if different souls were forcibly stuffed into the same shell.

I never told anyone about this strange feeling.

Although I was deeply confused by this when I was young, as I grew older and came into contact with more and more people and things, I gradually put it behind me, but I didn't expect that in this It's time to think about it.

I was slightly taken aback, suddenly a little dazed.

So, this kind of time... what time is it?

But before I could figure out the answer, I had already returned to the port, followed the rabbi and Li Nali to meet the "messenger" mentioned by Shu Weng in Graeme.

The person who came was Weng from the Asia Branch. After seeing us, he immediately took off the hood of the windbreaker.

"I am here this time, entrusted by our branch chief, to bring a word to all the exorcists."

The rabbi stood obliquely behind me, paused for two seconds, and then asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Our branch discovered and contained Allen Walker of your team at 5 o'clock this morning."

"Alian...?" Li Nali's withered eyes finally recovered a gleam of light, she walked a few steps, and firmly grabbed Weng's sleeve, "Yes, is it true? Is Alian all right? Please." Mr. Weng, please take me to Allen immediately..."

"No, please set sail now," Weng shook his head, "As for Allen Walker, he will be here to say goodbye to you."

"Farewell?" Li Nali's voice was extremely hollow, "You mean, Allen...is dead?"

"Even if he is not dead, he will no longer be able to walk with you if he loses his holiness."

Ong paused.

"I know it's painful, but... please forgive me."

Li Nali let go of her hand in a daze, and took two steps back stiffly. Crowley, who was standing beside her with a sad face, quickly supported her.

I didn't speak, just raised my right hand and pinched Tim on top of my head moderately.

I could clearly feel that the rabbi's gaze was on me, but I never turned my head, and the rabbi didn't say a word until Weng left.

·

"Yes, Master Mo, I have already informed them... Youfu over there is watching, and nothing will happen, but just in case, I will... Master Ceci?"

Weng suddenly stopped talking, and looked at me who walked out of the shadow of the narrow alley.

He put away his eager look for a second, and when he turned off Graeme, he showed his businesslike face again: "I have heard that Sir Sisi and Lord Allen are both Marshal Kulos' lovers, yours I can understand the sadness, but... please mourn."

I didn't speak, and just about to move, I suddenly felt my head sink, and then I remembered that there was Tim lying on it.

No, you can't be here, you can video.

"Hey, I have a task for you." I thought for a while, touched Tim and threw it into the air, "Go tell the rabbi—no, tell Miss Anita that I have diarrhea, let them wait a little bit I will."

I waited until Tim was completely out of sight, and then I approached Weng cautiously. This approach was good, and I suddenly realized that this man seemed a little...too tall for me.

The problem is that not only is he tall, but he also squints his eyes.

How can you let me play like this?I can't even see my eyes, okay?

I:"……"

Me: "Well, can you squat down a little bit?"

Although Weng looked puzzled, he still did as I said: "Master Sisi, you are..."

"Aren's alive," I asked bluntly, "right?"

Weng's voice stopped abruptly, and the whole person seemed to be restrained by some unknown force, and a layer of gloom instantly cast over his slightly opened eyes.

It's a trick I was born with.

Although it doesn't work for holy people and demons, but if it is human beings, as long as they are not blind and can see my eyes, I can make them do what I think Do anything.

anything.

——Of course, there must be a premise, only those simple ones.

The same principle applies to asking questions.

As a kid, I used this trick a lot against people who were trying to collect debts from me and Allen.

Allen was happy at the beginning, but he stopped me after he found that all the people I hypnotized, without exception, would have headaches, brain fever, backaches and backaches to varying degrees.

Allen didn't like that I always hypnotized others according to my own preferences and arbitrarily, and even made three chapters to prohibit me from doing so.

I thought about it, and it seemed okay not to do it. Since he doesn't like it, then I won't do it.

——Of course, just in front of him, not doing it.

And in those places that Allen couldn't see, whether it was the strange flight attendants on the train, or the young people from the Asian Expeditionary Force, or the still young Mei Ling, and this time Weng who could tell that he was getting older at a glance. , I never held back once.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered that night without stars and moon a long time ago.

At that time, before Allen was brought back by Master, I was the only child in Martha's church.Because I ate too much dinner, I couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I got up sneakily and left the room barefoot, intending to find Master.

Thinking about it now, the most impressive thing is probably the coldness.The night in late autumn is particularly cool, the bone-deep cold seeping into the soles of the feet along the floor tiles, with an irritating itchiness creeping up in the body.But I didn't dare to move, because I was afraid that Master and Martha would find me eavesdropping.

With the little candlelight leaking through the crack of the door, I saw that Martha was sitting at the table with her back to the door, drinking one glass after another of red wine.And the master was sitting on the sofa beside him, smoking a cigarette one after another.

Martha: "You should have thought of this situation a long time ago. Cecilia is different from ordinary people. She has never had empathy and sense of right and wrong. It is not difficult to raise her, but how to guide her is difficult."

At that time, when I was young, I didn't have a clear concept of empathy and the concept of right and wrong. What I noticed more was that Master couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"I haven't heard." His tone was really not good, "he still needs to be responsible for guiding."

"It's too late to regret it now," Martha said.

After these words, they all fell silent in unison.From my perspective, I could only see Master holding the cigarette between his index finger and middle finger. The red light of the cigarette butt was flickering on and off, and the burnt ash kept falling to the ground.

Time is like water, flowing through the fingers in the blink of an eye.

To be honest, since then, I have actually been waiting for Master to come and guide me every day, but he is, as always, determined to carry out the free-range policy to the end.

So, I just grew up without any change.

To this day, I don't think I did anything wrong.

You see, don't I get the answer I want now?

As expected, Allen was not dead—although there was a hole in his heart, it was filled up by Sheng Jie in time before he died completely.Later, he was picked up by the patron saint of the Asian branch. Although he hasn't woken up yet, there is definitely no danger of his life.

In this way, everything can be aligned. The moment when I felt out of breath on the boat was probably the time when Allen was heartbroken; and the few seconds when I felt that what I lost was slowly being filled back, Correspondingly, it should be the time when Sanctification turned into particles to help him repair his heart.

Now I am completely relaxed.

As for the sanctity that no one can guarantee, and I don’t know if it can be restored—it’s better to say that it can’t be restored. If we can take this opportunity to let Allen get rid of the life of fighting and killing outside, and return to the headquarters as a An ordinary civilian or something - isn't this a typical blessing in disguise?

When I finished a series of aftermath work and returned to the port, the big ship, which was just a little short of being scrapped after a day and a night of hard work, had already taken on a new look, and a huge golden light appeared above the mainmast. The clock exudes a sacred aura throughout.

This should be the ability of the rookie named Miranda Hult.

I heard Allen mentioned her, it is said that he and Li Nali found a qualified person in the City of Reversal.

"How should I put it, although he is a little inferior, he is a very good person." He said.

I paused, rubbed my face, and tried to adjust my expression so that it didn't look like I heard the good news, and then I went back to the cabin lightly.

But he didn't want to see the rabbi smash the window with his fist as soon as he opened the door.

There was a bang, which made me freeze in place on the spot, and I was immediately stunned.

...No, wh, what's the situation?Is this mad at me?

Because I came back late?

Because I came back late and missed the voyage because of diarrhea, so... so angry?

Then your temperament... is too big...

No, I mean, although diarrhea is just an excuse and it’s not true, but it’s true for you, right? Personally, there are three urgencies, which involve physical force majeure, really—truly Are you not angry because of this?

The author has something to say:

Sisi: "Help Allen! The rabbi lost his temper with me because I was too slow to go to the bathroom!"

Allen from the Asian branch: "Hey???"

Rabbi: "No, no!"