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

I subconsciously glanced at Rabbi.

"...Well, let me just say I'll be here this time."

"Okay, let's go." Since the guard Mr. has been staring at me with such anticipation, it is difficult to explain clearly.The rabbi just walked up behind me, pushed me lightly, and then, like a roundworm in my stomach, before I could speak, he leaned into my ear and quickly added, "I won't go, Just waiting for you outside."

"Then we can agree, we must wait for me?" I didn't know what I was thinking, but I turned around like a conditioned reflex, and emphasized in a low voice.

"...Yes, yes," the rabbi's face was originally serious, but he didn't know why when he heard the words, as if I had said something very nice, a slight smile appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be in a good mood Tilting up, "I'm definitely waiting for you."

"By the way," after finishing speaking, he turned the young guard, who was expecting my next move, to the window of the corridor in a very familiar way, and at the same time turned his head to look at He glanced at me, "Can we chat or something—"

I knew he was saying that he would help me deal with the outside world, so that I could go to Master for questioning with peace of mind.

In order to prevent the master from doing the suffocating operation that I found out in advance that I clicked the door and locked the door-this is really not because I think too much, he has done this kind of thing no less than ten times before-I specially Without even saying hello, he just opened the door and dodged in, and then imitated the rabbi's movement last time, closing the door with his back.

After thinking about it, just to be on the safe side, he locked the door with a click.

"...What, is it coming again?"

At the moment, the master is sitting on the window sill with one leg bent and the other hanging sideways, tasting wine while looking at the increasingly cloudy sky outside the window.Hearing the sound of the door, he glanced over and saw that it was me, and immediately showed a look of joy that did not seem to be happy.

I was about to say something, but I paused, subconsciously looking at the gloomy vault behind Master.

I didn't pay much attention indoors just now, it's about to rain outside.

I just didn't expect that after so many years, Master's habit has not changed. Whenever it rains, he will sit in a literary manner...

No, wait, that's not the point!The point is - what did I say!This old man really knows what I've been looking for him these days!So he really has been deliberately avoiding me all the time!

I took a few deep breaths, and decided not to bother with the old man who had left his disciples out for several days because of his age, otherwise there was no other possibility. First, I searched under the table, under the bed and other hidden corners.

Master: "..."

Master: "What are you rummaging about? Is there something here that makes you think about it?"

"...Is there really no camera or recording?" I opened the closet solemnly, and pulled the clothes inside a few times. Has it been listed as the only S-level key protection object in the entire sect? Then in order to prevent you from escaping from prison—to observe your breathing and heartbeat at all times, didn’t they install some necessary equipment in your residence?”

"...Why, want to whisper to Master? Afraid of being overheard by outsiders?"

Finally, after a general inspection, I paused and patted the ashes on my body pretendingly, then turned around and looked at Master.

"Originally, you said that I had managed to avoid Allen to come to you to talk about business, but he wouldn't listen, and it was even more impossible to take advantage of outsiders."

The relationship between Master and I was the same as before, even our tone of voice, expression and movements did not change at all, as if we both tacitly took the unknown provocation and completely unfamiliar warning before coma as never before. Same.

The master was noncommittal, and lightly shook the goblet in his hand, signaling that I had something to say quickly.The crimson wine in the cup reflected a certain deep color under the light as bright as day.

"...Before we get to the point, let me show you something." I looked back, took out the photo from my pocket without hesitation, and handed it over mysteriously, "You must have never thought of it before. When I was on a mission, Allen took a photo for me."

"Photo?" Master raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Whoever takes a picture is like being stepped on by the tail every time, and swears that he will never be killed in this life..."

In the middle of the master's words, the voice stopped abruptly. The moment he received the photo in his hand, all expressions on his face faded instantly, and he only raised his eyes to stare at me.

Lightning flashed across the depths of the clouds, hitting the slightly tilted photo held by Master's index finger and middle finger, and the woman with long golden hair turned her head sideways, silently looking at us in the silence .

Of course, this long hair was added later, specially for this moment to fool the master.Although Allen and I were eager to do it at the beginning, but somehow the job fell into the hands of the rabbi—although I didn't expect to be able to fool anyone, after all, if you look carefully, anyone can see The appearance is painted, but if it is only a cursory glance, at least at first glance, 99.9% of people will think that this is me.

——But Master, it's obviously the 0.1%.

"You really know," I heard my voice was too calm, "you can tell it's not me at a glance."

Even myself, if I hadn't had the memory associated with it, I wouldn't dare to say with certainty that it wasn't me.

The master paused, put the goblet in his hand on the window sill, and asked without answering, "Where did it come from?"

I don't know what kind of psychology I had, and once again concealed the rabbi: "I found it in that white room."

"Where is the white room?"

"In the crack of the sofa." I answered fluently, and even complained inadvertently, "What do you think of the person who put the photos here? Why did they put them in that kind of place? If I didn't cover Crowley's clothes , I must have missed it directly."

Master stared at me for a few seconds, then without warning, he folded the photo again and threw it back into my hand.

After the lightning, accompanied by muffled thunder after another, it finally began to rain lightly outside.Maybe it was because the window sill was cold, so the master shifted his position and walked to the sofa. After sitting down, he paused, put the goblet on the coffee table in front of him, and touched the cigarettes and matchbox.

"Tell me, what do you want to ask?"

"Actually, I just had a guess. I'm here to confirm with you." I looked around and dragged the leather chair to sit on it - so much high-grade furniture is obviously the treatment that only marshals have, "before When I met Miss Anita, she mentioned that there is a person who looks very similar to me in a photo you brought. That person should be the same as the one in the photo, right? Who is she then? Yes My... mother?"

"Continue," the master lowered his head to strike the match, "If you have any guesses, let's talk about it together."

"Also, Allen said that when he first arrived in that room, he saw a black shadow in the mirror. We followed these clues, and then felt that no matter how we thought about it, the black shadow seemed to be..."

Master didn't look at me, but listened, biting the tail of the cigarette, and took a deep breath.

"—Is it my biological father who has never been masked?"

Master: "..."

Then I was stunned to see that my master, who has always been 360° all-round without dead angles, is almost perfect from the hair all the way to the heels, was choked by myself again.

"And that's not the most important thing, the most important thing is, if it's really my father," I hesitated for a moment, then let off another bomb, "Then I... am I also from their Noah clan?"

All right, master is going to cough up even the internal organs this time.

I said that I should bring a pinhole camera or something. Once the picture of the blushing and thick neck is recorded, it will be enough for Allen and I to watch for a year.

The master coughed seriously for a long time before recovering, immediately put out the cigarette that had been spontaneously ignited for a long time, but only took one puff, and put it out in the ashtray, paused, picked up the goblet and drank it , using wine to suppress the discomfort in the throat.

"... not much strength." Then he stared at me with a very indescribable expression, with a more hoarse tone in his voice than before, "I recognize a lot of kisses."

"What do you think Noah is? Something that is bound by blood?"

I really don't blame me for this, you see, they are all "family members" and "family members" when they open and close their mouths. It sounds like they were born in this way thousands of years ago.

"I'm relieved when you say that," I nodded solemnly, and then asked again, "But let's not talk about anything else, this person really belongs to my mother, right?"

"...Just treat her as she is." Master lit another cigarette without remembering, "It will also save you little devil from recognizing your mother everywhere."

No, what is "just as"?

"This is yes, no is no, such ambiguity will confuse blood relationship?"

The master exhaled smoke, maybe because he thought I was annoying, behind the slowly winding smoke, he waved his hands as if acquiescing and perfunctory.

"Then my mother, the owner of that pure white room, and the Earl of Millennium," I thought he had given an affirmative answer, and asked, "What's the relationship?"

As a matter of fact, I didn't have any hope for this at all, and I just asked it out of the way, because judging from Master's past virtues, it is generally unlikely that he would answer me if it really involves any confidential questions.

But I don't know which nerve was choked just now, the master leaned forward to wipe the cigarette ash, and actually spoke.

"I've also met several times, so I should know that Noah has a human side." The master's expression was far from serious. He leaned back and leaned against the back of the sofa, as if he was just talking casually. Mention, "Your mother has a relationship with the owner of that room—the human side."

...Worse, it turned out that I really knew each other.

"What origin?"

"In the early years, I did him a small favor, so I can be regarded as a friend."

"A friend with a relationship like me and Allen?"

"Not to that level," the master didn't even look at me, "it's very ordinary."

"But why do I feel that this relationship seems a bit unusual, otherwise this photo would not appear in that room." I turned over the photo in my hand, "And there is my name written on the back, I want to entrust that Noah Leave it to me——wait a minute, no, thinking about it this way, why does it seem like you’re asking for help?”

I paused suddenly, and my gaze shifted from the photo in my hand to Master's face.

"Master, so my mother...is dead?"

"Yeah," Master glanced at me now, with a very calm expression, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, "It's not been here for a long time."

It's really... not here anymore.

Although I had this premonition before coming here, but when I really heard the affirmative answer, my mind went blank for a few seconds.

Not to mention uncomfortable, not emotional, just a feeling of "ah——so it is".

"But having said so much, Master, you really know my mother! I knew that the previous statement of 'passing by my house by accident and found that I was a good candidate for an exorcist and took me away' was false—— —You are obviously an acquaintance who committed the crime, and you have planned for a long time to come and abduct me?"

Master: "..."

"What about my parents? Have they ever come to see me?"

The rain was knocking on the window, Master's hand that was not holding a cigarette was lazily resting on the sofa, his eyes turned directly to the window, and he was silent for a long time, so long that I began to wonder if he thought this pose was beautiful and therefore planned to do so When I kept pretending not to speak, I finally opened my mouth slowly as if I had made up my mind.

"In the southwest of England, there is a small town..."

"British?" I couldn't hold back for a moment, and said in shock, "So I'm really British?"

"...your mother," the master didn't answer, just paused, and then continued, "was born in a wealthy businessman's family there..."

"So it's not a lie to be rich?" I opened my eyes wide and was taken aback again, "I thought those were..."

Master: "..."

"You, that's right, it's you," the master turned to me expressionlessly, "sew your mouth shut before I finish speaking."

...So you are afraid that my question will further poke the essence of the matter, and you will not be able to answer it yourself?

Of course, if I had ten guts, I didn't dare to say it directly, so I had to imitate what the rabbi did when he faced Kanda before, and honestly made a zip movement on his mouth.

In this way, amidst the sound of the growing rain, while smoking a cigarette, the master told me a detailed and specific story that sounded flawless, but for some reason it might be because he was too far away from me. , or maybe because I lost my memory, in short, the story made me feel completely unreal-my mother who had never masked her face, only seen it once in a photo, but obviously knew that she was not an ordinary person, Born in a wealthy merchant family in the southwestern part of England, he helped Noah once as a human by chance when he was a teenager. Later, because of some personal affairs, he did come to the ark once and left his footprints here.

But in my whole life, there was only such an extraordinary thing, and then I returned to my hometown, married my father and gave birth to me, so it is not a lie that my family was rich and the love between my parents was happy in my childhood.It’s just that all of this came to an abrupt end when I was eight years old. My parents died in a shipwreck during a long trip, leaving only a lonely child. He kindly took over me after the funeral.

It took me a long time to find my voice: "Ah, so the reason why I don't have any memories of before the age of nine is because I was too sad, so...?"

"That's not true." Master paused subtly, "You were dishonest in what you said at the time, so when I carried you out, I didn't pay much attention, and directly hit your head against the door frame."

I:"……?"

Wait, so it's been a long time, not because of a tragic life experience, nor because of being hunted down because of a car accident, nor because of some more mysterious incident, just being hit like this... bumped like this?

What to do, I always feel that my amnesia... is too substandard?

"Then I think many things in the Ark are familiar. I heard a female voice singing when Allen was playing the piano." I paused for a while before asking, "Is this all because of my mother?"

"...If you really want to get to the bottom of it, it must be the memory inherited from the mother." The master was noncommittal, "The blue-eyed kid in Venice, don't you remember?"

After thinking for a long time, I finally found such a person in my memory.

That was when Allen was not able to skillfully use his left hand to cheat. At that time, the master took us through Venice and met a little boy who claimed to have the memory of his dead mother.

How should I put it, I thought it was ridiculous at the time... I mean, it was incredible, but I didn't expect that I would get involved this time.

"It's similar to the input of a kind of emotion and memory," the master explained to me indifferently, "but at most it's just a hallucination, and it won't have any impact on daily life—just leave it as your mother Your relic."

...that sounds even more ridiculous.

If the person who said this was not Master, I would definitely think he was talking nonsense.

"Okay," the master's little patience dragged on until now, and finally ran out, "I know the truth this time, are you satisfied? If you are satisfied, stop being an eyesore here."

Satisfied is satisfied, but I always feel that there seems to be something missing...?

My thoughts turned sharply, and my eyes unconsciously looked at the photo in my hand. Only then did I realize that something was missing, and I quickly raised my head: "By the way, Master, after talking for a long time, my mother...what is her name?"

Master's movements stopped, he was casually glanced at the photo in my hand, but he deliberately looked away when he heard the words.

"... Maggie," the master seemed to be looking at a certain point in the air, and said something reflexively, but because the voice was too low, I couldn't hear it clearly. He raised his eyelids and met my eyes, "Margaret."

"Margaret Luther Campbell," said the Master, "this is your mother's name."

At certain times, as if I had a premonition in advance, I would stare at Master intently and without blinking.

I didn't miss the momentary emotion in his eyes. It was a deep and nostalgic emotion that I was not familiar with, and I didn't know how to describe it—but unexpectedly, it was not love.

I opened my mouth: "Then what is she like..."

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

Then Graeme, who was randomly thrown in the corner by the master to wait for the ashes to fall, made the sound of one-way communication.

"Marshal? Where are you now, Marshal? Can you hear me?" Immediately afterwards, Squad Leader Liba's voice came from inside, "The meeting is about to start, and I'm waiting for you alone."

"Tch," the master immediately clicked his tongue in displeasure, and stood up reluctantly, "I actually forgot about this one."

So the pleasant heart-to-heart conversation between master and apprentice came to an end.

I was quite satisfied with the content of the whole conversation, anyway, basically everything that should be said was over, so I honestly followed Master to the door, thought for a while, and just stepped forward to help Master open the door consciously, then He was called out abruptly.

"It's been so many years, I'll give you a piece of advice." The master's voice was not heavy, let alone serious, and there was even no ups and downs in his tone, as if he was just saying it casually.Because the rain was thick outside the window and the sky was thick, after turning off the lights in the house, our surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.It was in this dim light that the master turned his face to me, "Whatever you want to do in the future, before you do it, think about that face of Allen."

At this moment, Li Shan cut through the gray and black cloud curtain, and the bluish-white light reflected on the silver mask on the left side of the master's face. At a certain moment, a kind of cold light unexpectedly refracted.

"—Imagine what kind of reaction that guy would... if he knew."

The author has something to say:

Allen: "Ah, choo! Ah, ah, choo!"

·After the whole chapter, it is true and false, full of details (you can guess which ones are true).

·This time the bomb was not only fitted with a safety catch, but also covered with a layer of super glue.

·Compared with wanting to "know" something, Ceci is more inclined to want to "tell" Master something, she basically just wants to get over it all, and has nothing to do with herself.

·The point is to show Sisi's pathological trust in Master once again. He basically believes everything. There is a reason for this, which will be explained later.

·So this time you know why Sisi will run the train with his mouth full, and just open his mouth to tell a story.

↑I seem to have explained a lot about what to do...because this chapter is really too difficult to write!It's so hard to write!Stuck until bald!If I'm bald, I'll blame this chapter! (360° turning, howling ghosts and wolves

But the difficulty is finally over, and I can finally focus on my sweet daily life!The next chapter is sugar!The next chapter is also sugar!The next chapter is still sugar!Next, next, next, next chapter... too many to count, according to the outline, it is continuous candy, are you guys ready to endure the sudden rush of candy?

By the way, a new character will appear in the next chapter. Do you want to guess who it is?

Please comment, please comment, please comment, I am really in too much pain to write this chapter...

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

By the way, take a sip of milk in advance:

It’s time to thank the benefactor for feeding——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of wind and sand;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution:

117 bottles of meow meow pill;

Momo 40 bottles;

10 bottles of Huoni’s Sanlizi;

Clear, it’s dumplings, 5 bottles of Cloud;

2 bottles of Soul Returning Home;

1 bottle of Tanaka Hanasaki;

Holding it up is a [-]-meter sprint!Chirp!