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

Because it was too unexpected, I didn't react too much for a moment, and the rabbi somehow didn't react either.We kept opening and knocking on the door, staring at each other for several seconds, until the headband I was wearing crookedly on my head slipped down because of the wrong size, and got stuck on the bridge of my nose, covering it up. my vision.

My eyes suddenly went dark: "!!!"

I was startled, and hurried to pick it off, but I didn't want to make more mistakes in my hurry, and I just rolled my hair in a mess, and one of them was not done properly, and the hair was caught by the decoration on the hair band up.

I:"……"

Forget it, I don’t understand, just talk about it.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I exerted my strength, my hand would be held in his hand in time, and I would put it down.

"What's the matter, it doesn't hurt so hard..."

The familiar and warm masculine breath enveloped her airtightly, and there was also a slight smell of disinfectant.Because the field of vision was blocked, he couldn't see anything, and for a while, other senses suddenly became extraordinarily sharp.I could feel the itchy and hot breath brushing over my forehead inadvertently, just as I wanted to turn my head away reflexively, the messy hair on the side of my face was gently gathered by someone's hands, and then the tip of my nose also Suddenly, there was a thin layer of warm clothing, and as I raised my head subconsciously, I rubbed against the warm skin on which I don't know where.

I blinked my eyes blindfolded by the headband very slowly, and I didn't dare to move any more. I could only hold my breath stiffly, and let the rabbi hold me in a posture of hugging me. Little by little, he helped me untie the hair that was caught on the back of my head.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a few seconds, and it seemed like a few minutes, when finally a slightly relieved voice came from above my head.

I was about to hold back to the limit. When I heard it, I stepped back a few steps almost reflexively. At the same time, I yanked off the hair tie and looked at the rabbi.The strong light pouring down from the skylight suddenly poured into the field of vision, and in a trance, it seemed to surround him, radiating a vast light behind him.

I was dazzled, and when I remembered in horror that I had to suppress the hostility in my eyes, I suddenly realized that as early as the moment I saw him, the hostility that had troubled me for many days and had been surging in my body , it has already been biu'd... It scattered for no reason.

I was a little dazed suddenly, and opened my mouth, only to hear myself asking, "You're looking for me... for something?"

The rabbi seemed to be taken aback by my evasive action just now, and now he came back to his senses, looked at my expression, hesitated for a while, and then asked.

"Cersi, don't you...don't want to see me?"

"Um……?"

"It's just... no, I mean, Li Nali and Miranda both visited us after they recovered, only Sisi... I mean, it stands to reason that Sisi's personality should come," he said more and more Said, the softer the voice, the last almost dissipated in the air, "But you haven't come...so you won't come to me if I don't come to you..."

This is the first time I have seen a rabbi who can't understand a word.

And what exactly is he talking about?

"Ah, what the hell am I talking about—" In the end, even he couldn't help scratching his hair, and changed the subject, "...don't talk about that, Ceci, how is your body recovering? ?”

"...Excellent." I bent his biceps very naturally, which I could barely see.

"Then why don't you come and see those of us who haven't recovered..."

Back to this question again.

"That," I subconsciously found a reason, "because I'm a little busy."

"What are you up to—" the rabbi pursed his lips, as if he didn't even realize that he made a long sound.

...It's not a question of "what are you up to?", it's what's wrong with you, my friend?What about your personality, who looks frivolous and loose, but is actually super high in dual quotient?I haven't seen you asking questions like this before when others said such polite words?

"It's just... the holy test. Herbraska helped me test it, and the synchronization rate has increased by ten bars in one breath." I continued dryly, "It seems that this trip to the ark is not It's all bad."

"...Speaking of the Ark," I didn't expect the rabbi to hear the words, and suddenly put away the previous expression that I didn't know how to describe, and I wanted to explore but didn't dare to inquire. Looking behind me, "I have something to tell you... can I go in?"

Because his seriousness came so suddenly, I forgot for a moment what kind of dog my room looked like, and let him in subconsciously.

So the bed was messed up by me, the bra hanging on the clothesline before I could take it off, the men's team uniform that was so precious on the bedside table, and it was nailed to it after I finished the painting. The big head stick figure of the rabbi on the wall was exposed in front of the real rabbi.

I:"……"

No kidding, I jumped up and knocked him unconscious with a knife and told him that he fell asleep by himself, is it believable...

The rabbi also seemed to be burned by the things in front of him, and looked away slightly uncomfortably. Just to be on the safe side, he looked at the "safer" stick figure on the wall.

"This is..." He even took a closer look at it.

God is going to kill me!I have pasted his portrait on the wall and thought about it day and night, so how can I open my eyes and say nonsense that I didn't plot against him!

"—Is it a rabbit?" The rabbi turned to me suspiciously, paused, looked back, and changed his words uncertainly, "But... it seems a bit like a sheep, too?"

...Okay, am I overestimating myself a bit?

So how spiritual is my painting skills, so that you can't even tell that this is a person...

I just feel that I have changed for decades: "...it's a rabbit, it's a rabbit."

"It's really a rabbit," the rabbi blinked, "Isn't the painting... quite vivid?"

... You are really stabbing people in the heart.

"Don't look at it," I hurriedly brought over the team uniform on the bedside table to divert his attention, "Actually, I finished washing it early in the morning, but I just haven't found a chance..."

No, it wasn't really looking for an opportunity at all - but could I possibly say that?

"Ah, it doesn't matter, I don't have any tasks now anyway." After the rabbi took it, he stretched out his sleeves and put it on, hesitating for a moment, and then looked at the hair tie around my neck.

I realized that just as I was about to pick it up, the rabbi held down my hand again.

"Well, if Sisi... really likes it, it doesn't matter if you don't need to return it to me," he pointed to the black turban on his head, "I'll just wear this."

Because he looked as if he wanted me to "really like it", I put my hand down, but after thinking about it, I asked, "Is it really possible?"

"really."

The rabbi smiled and looked at me, and for some reason, without warning, he raised his hand and reached for the top of my hair.

I blinked suspiciously: "...?"

It was only then that the rabbi seemed to wake up with a start, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"...Really, I almost forgot the business." He took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket as if trying to hide something, and handed it to me. "Actually, I came this time to give Sisi this."

After I received it, I realized that it was not a piece of paper, but a photo folded in half.And on the back of the photo, there is a string of English written in beautiful fonts——

Cecilia

is my name.

I opened it suspiciously——

The woman in the photo has blond hair and gray eyes, wearing a well-tailored men's trench coat and dark breeches, holding a peaked cap in one hand and an envelope in the other, looking over in surprise.

A sense of weirdness suddenly arises.

For a moment, I thought I was holding a mirror in my hand, but at this moment... I was looking at myself in the mirror.

"I think," came the rabbi's voice, "this should be the one Miss Anita mentioned who looks very similar to Ceci."

It's not a matter of resemblance, except for the length of the hair, they look exactly the same.

I looked at the rabbi in a daze, and felt that the voice was not my own.

"This... is it really not me?"

Is it possible... I secretly changed my clothes, cut my hair and took a photo without even knowing it?

...what the hell am I talking about?

"What are you thinking? Of course it's not Sisi. Let alone the age, you can tell that this person is a few years older than Sisi. Just look at this." The rabbi clicked on the woman's earlobe in the photo, " She had her ears pierced."

I touched my earlobe subconsciously, yes, I don't have this.

"Besides, since I joined the sect, I have always had the impression that Sisi has long hair."

"This is indeed... I have never had short hair since I was a child."

"There is also the expression. She is surprised when she looks at it, but Sisi is not like this when she is surprised. Her demeanor, movements, and subtle changes in her eyes are obviously different from this person."

...No, you can see this?Wait, you and Shuweng can't sum up all the expressions of all the people in the cult, right?

"...But it really looks like it," I looked at the photo in my hand again, "I heard Miss Anita say that I look exactly like the person in the photo, and I thought it was an exaggeration."

"I thought it was an exaggeration at the time, but after seeing this photo, I realized...it's no wonder Miss Anita recognized the wrong person—"

"But, why is this in the rabbi's place?" I belatedly thought of the most critical point.

The rabbi paused slightly.

"I found it in that white room..."

"White room?" I didn't realize it at first, paused, and suddenly realized something, "So, that's when you covered Crowley...?"

The rabbi nodded.

……No wonder.

In this way, everything makes sense—the way he straightened his cuffs, changed the topic as if to cover up something, the things he put in his trouser pockets while carrying Allen and Li Nali on his back, and... when he met my eyes, he wanted to The expression of saying nothing.

"Sisi?" Seeing my silence, the rabbi called my name nervously, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay..."

I can't even tell how I feel right now.

At this time, even if someone tells me that everything is just a coincidence, and that you have nothing to do with Fang Zhou and Noah, I will not believe it myself.

"Assume, this person is my mother... No, it doesn't seem convincing to say that she is not after she has grown up like this." I licked my dry lips, "Since this photo was found in that white room , it means that my mother must have something to do with the Earl of the Millennium and Noah."

The rabbi didn't object.

"But if this is really my mother—as an aside, this must have been filmed at least 20 years ago. Why does it look so new?"

Is it a matter of time flow?

"This should have something to do with the flow rate of the ark itself," the rabbi obviously thought of going with me, "the time inside may be absolutely static, the animals and plants will not age and die, and the buildings will not oxidize and decay, as long as there is no external force." Influenced, everything will always remain in a relatively perfect state.”

He paused, suddenly remembered something, and asked me instead.

"By the way, Ceci, did you ask the marshal about the picture that Miss Anita was talking about? What did the marshal say?"

"I haven't had time to ask this yet...and since I returned to the headquarters, I haven't seen Master again."

"...Wait a minute, the Marshal didn't run away again, did he?"

"Not really." I thought for a while and added two words rigorously, "It is said."

"What is rumored..."

"But what I'm thinking now is," I flipped through the photo, "Why is my name written on the back? Generally speaking, if you want to write it, you should also write your own name, right?"

"Could it have been reserved for you?" The rabbi suggested a possibility.

"But, why did you leave it to me? To let me see what my grandma looked like when she was young? Taking a step back, even if it was really left to me, how did the person who put this photo know that I will definitely be in the future?" Entered the ark, entered that room?"

The rabbi was silent for a moment: "About this, I actually have a guess."

It's over, judging by his expression, you can tell that it must not be a good guess.

"Didn't Allen say before that when he first came to that room, he saw a black figure? I was wondering if that black figure was—" He showed a strange expression, "Ceci's dad?"

dad?

I subtly stuck my shell: "...you really dare to guess."

But when you think about it carefully, it is reasonable, which is scary.

"So," the rabbi hesitated, "ask Allen?"

I looked at him, blinking slowly.

"What, what?" Allen, who ran to the ark again at some point, and was forcibly dragged back to his room after we found out, repeated doubtfully, "Want to know what the black figure I saw looked like? "

"Yes, you heard that right. Didn't you say that when you first arrived in that room, you saw someone in the mirror? What did he look like?" I directly provided him with a pen and paper, "Here, draw it .”

"No, it's too sudden... No, it's too strange!" Allen was completely in a state of confusion, "Why are you curious about this?"

I had no choice but to tell the rabbi carefully within the scope of his knowledge.

Allen was so shocked that he even dropped the hamburger in his hand. Tim, who was lying on his head, wrapped his tail in time, and then ate it by himself.

But before Allen could ask in detail, I pasted the paper on his face.

However, I obviously ignored his painting skills that were as spiritual as mine. After wasting four or five sheets of paper, under the division of labor and cooperation of Allen's description and Rabbi's writing, I finally came out with a fresh piece of paper. portraits.

I took it over and looked at the man on the paper who was wearing a windbreaker like a man, but his mouth was grinning to the ear, and the big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

"Now you can basically rest assured. From a genetic point of view, I definitely have no blood relationship with this steamed bun." The more I thought about it, the more I felt it made sense, "Or it must be a genetic mutation—no, just With this appearance, even if it is genetic recombination, it will not be able to give birth to a daughter like me."

"Although there seems to be nothing wrong..."

Allen looked very speechless.

"But why does it sound so narcissistic?"

The author has something to say:

When the rabbi hugged and untied the hair band, Sisi (inner os): Fortunately, I washed my hair!Luckily I washed my hair today!

Alian: "But, can't you untie it from behind? Why do you have to hug it from the front? And what kind of play is blindfolded? You guys are playing too much."

Rabbi: "..."

Sisi: "..."

Kuros: "Look, I really recognize my father everywhere."

Neia who spoke for the first time: "? I feel offended."

And why do you guys think that I'm going to abuse, I won't abuse, the next part is the part I am most looking forward to in the whole book, except for the necessary truth line and LV.4 (will not write in detail), it is basically sweet all the way The sweet daily life is called "How to keep thrilling when two people are in love... no, I mean, single with red face".

Trust me, this part is absolutely sweet!Silly and sweet!

(By the way, I heard that after the update during this period, sometimes the small update logo will not appear on the cover. The update time is basically every other day. As long as there is no leave, it will definitely be updated. This month is an odd day, 1, 3, 5, 7 and so on.)

Asking for comments as always, Boboha——

[As usual, can I use your little jiojio to step on the author's favorite duck in the column (～￣▽￣～)】

Mistake, the thanks for Bawang ticket and nutrient solution can’t exceed 7 days, wait for me to sort it out manually, and thank you in the next chapter QAQ

(Sure enough, nothing can be delayed...)