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

Actually, I never really took it seriously.

Even though it was clearly predicted that I would be killed by a black hand, I was never really afraid-I didn't even really think about how to avoid that prophecy.

Especially after learning that the owner of that black hand might be Allen.

Even if I told Master everything, Master gave me the same answer - don't think too much, if that moment really comes, just accept it honestly.

But... do you really want to stand still and suffer?

I leaned my head on the window frame of the carriage, and through the gaps in the curtains amid the bumps and bumps, I stared blankly at the blue field that kept sweeping back outside.

I don't know how to describe it specifically, but for a moment, I couldn't remember how I felt after hearing that prophecy for the first time.

I just remember that my thoughts at the time were very simple. I like the rabbi so much. If I really hiccup and go to another world in the future, the rabbi must be as uncomfortable as possible. If I can remember me for a lifetime, it will be perfect.

But why go through the same thought again now, it's just so... so uncomfortable...

In the interlacing of blue and white, the picture of Dr. Albert holding his wife's corpse in a daze like a child flashed before my eyes again.

If I do die later, do I really want the rabbi...to be like that?

The uncertainty in my heart was stronger than when I was at Dr. Albert's house. Gradually, it was covered with strands of extremely strange, coldness that I had never experienced since I could remember. of fear.

Originally, I only thought that before I died, the rabbi could fall in love with me, and everything else was fine. Whoever lives only once, it’s the same if he dies sooner or later, as long as the people I care about can always remember heartbreakingly Me, it's not a loss.

But now I realize that what I want...doesn't seem to be this.

No matter how deeply I remember, I don't want to just live in the memory, I seem... It seems that I haven't spent enough time with him.

I still want to be next to his little finger under the table where no one can see, I still want to lie down on the table and stand up with a book and only peek at him with one eye at the side, I still want to do it while he is doing it. When making puffs, he smeared flour on his face indiscriminately, and then he kept me in his arms without touching me.

I still want him to hug me from behind and accompany me to blow the air, I still want him to stroke my temples with warm and slightly rough fingers, and I still want to be silent in the rushing night entangled with his breath.

I still want to do many, many things with him... I am afraid that I will not be able to finish it in ten or twenty years.

Even thinking about it now, even lifting bangs and kissing the forehead doesn't seem so unbearable anymore.

I still maintained the posture of knocking my forehead on the window frame, looking at the big lake passing outside that was very similar to that night, paused, slowly retracted my gaze, sat up straight, and looked at the void in front of me some point in.

What to do, I seem to suddenly not want to accept it honestly.

...I suddenly don't want to die.

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Because of the advantage of distance, although it was delayed for more than 20 days, I was the first one in the group to return to St. Helens.

However, because it is initially put into use, the various mechanisms are not yet perfect. For safety reasons, there is still one week before the next opening of the Ark.

I had nothing to do, so I stayed in the town like this, and because of a whim, I began to think about whether I should buy something for the rabbi as a return gift.

After all—it’s over, I can’t help showing off when I think about it—he bought me a whole bag full of things...

After thinking backwards from the types of gifts the rabbi bought me, and making rigorous speculations based on his usual preferences, I rushed to the barbecue shop and packed all the flavors of barbecue.

But I didn’t want this thing to be so hard to keep without the freezer. After waiting for a day and seeing no sign of the rabbis, I had no choice but to take the advice of the explorers, “Please, if you don’t eat it, it will go bad.” , reluctantly ate all night-not to mention, it was quite delicious.

Having learned the lesson of this time, I quickly turned my attention to things that can be stored for a long time-I took a fancy to a teddy bear that was about the size of my red rabbit.

"Lord Sisi, will Rabbi really... like this?" The explorers who followed me seemed to have a very complicated tone.

"Then which one do you think he will like?" I glanced back and forth among the dolls several times, and sincerely asked for his opinion, "Fox? Frog? Squirrel? Or a big rooster?"

"...No, I mean, Mr. Rabbi may be too old to play with dolls?"

I paid it back, he gave me a red rabbit anyway, I really like it, although my original intention was to have a hug from him...

"I got it," I tapped my palm in a heartfelt way, "I know what to give."

"So, do you want to wear clothes... or not?" The shopkeeper who ordered the body pillow asked in a very subtle tone while holding a notebook to record.

... No, is the question so soulful at the beginning?

I hesitated for a moment, then turned my head suddenly, indicating that the explorers, who could no longer control their facial expressions well, moved away a little, then turned around and whispered like a thief, "No, you don't wear clothes?"

"Okay, are you sure you want to wear clothes?"

No, wait, you said, what if I am used to seeing people without clothes on, and when I look at the usual ones, I suddenly feel dull?

"Then...then you still need to wear clothes?"

"Okay, then you are sure to wear clothes, right?"

"No, let me think again..."

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally came to the conclusion that I want a pillow that can be assembled manually and can be changed at any time, but was reminded by the store that there is no such pillow, and pointed the way to the mannequin shop opposite.And because the production of the mannequin would take at least one to one and a half months, I had to give up this idea.

But I want to buy headbands and scarves, but I can’t find one that is more delicate than Jonny’s handwork; I want to buy books, but I’m not sure if I’ve read them before because of his extensive research; I carefully selected a book that is exquisite and quaint, and has been blown away by the clerk from the point of view of hand feel and eye protection, and it seems to be very suitable for his identity as a scholar-but how does it compare with the previous ones? See how the leather notebook is not exciting enough.

I don't know if he will like it...

Forget it, try it out first, if you don't like it, I will destroy it.

I spent another day waiting like this. On the afternoon of the third day, after listening to the follow-up of the incident reported by the explorers about Jean, I had dinner alone and was just about to go back to the hotel, but because of Thinking about something, I accidentally bumped into a drunk man when I passed by at the corner.

"You guy..."

I instinctively rushed forward, and before I could stand still, I turned around when I first heard scolding from behind, and then suddenly a hand protruded diagonally from the front, and firmly clamped the drunk man The hand that reached out to grab me.

I was startled, raised my eyes slightly, and saw the rabbi's familiar but cold side face.

He stared coldly at the drunk man behind me, and pushed him back a few steps, almost falling to the ground.Then he glanced sideways at me, stepped forward, and protected me tightly behind him.

"you're back?"

The unexplained depression of the past few days, the small but lingering fear, and the day-by-day longing were swept away like this. I didn’t even look at the violent drunk man opposite me, subconsciously He raised his hand and moved it, but only grabbed the corner of his clothes from behind.

"Where did you come from again!" Sensing my small movements, the rabbi seemed to want to look back at me, but the drunk man on the opposite side had already stood up and raised his fist viciously, and was about to rush over, "Do you want to die? -"

However, before the rabbi could react, his voice stopped abruptly in the next second, and even his movements were fixed on the spot in a ridiculous and strange posture.

The moment my line of sight touched my head protruding from behind the rabbi, all the blood color faded from the face that was originally flushed by the smell of alcohol, and the cloudy eyes were so wide that it was almost terrifying. It seemed that I instinctively He wanted to back up, but because his legs were weak, he sat down on the ground.

"Fa, Fa..." His eyes were firmly fixed on me, as if he saw some terrible monster that could not appear here, and he couldn't even make a sound for a while.

The rabbi froze for a moment, then turned to look at me suspiciously.

I blinked and returned a look more blank than his.

What does this person mean?know me?

I hesitated for a moment, then walked out from behind the rabbi and asked him, "Do you know..."

"It's not me! It's really not me!" However, I just started, and the drunk man seemed to have seen something horrifying, and while he tried to defend himself hoarsely, he kicked his legs back on the ground, "I don't know It will become like that! I, I really didn't mean it, I didn't tell him on purpose, I don't know...don't kill me! Spare me once! Just, just spare me this time!"

I was completely dumbfounded by what he said, but found that as I stepped forward, some yellow liquid flowed out from between the drunk man's legs at some point, with a pungent fishy smell.

I:"……?"

The rabbi reacted one step ahead of me, quickly pulled me back, and at the same time took off the scarf at the speed of light and covered my mouth and nose.

I who have seen and smelled it: "..."

No, no, what's the situation?Is this person incontinent because of my fright?by me?

"Who the hell are you?" Rabbi turned his head and asked him with a frown, "Know us?"

"No, no, you're not her...You're not the right age..." The drunk man stared at my face, retorted in a strange tone, and when he realized that he had admitted the wrong person, he started to get up cursing again, and rushed back sternly. We shook our fists, "Don't you have eyes! Don't let me see you again next time!"

...What the hell is this?

I was about to stop him from asking again, but suddenly I heard a loud noise from the other side of the street. Along with people's screams, many strange-shaped monsters flew out of the surrounding smoke and dust, followed by a short figure It jumped out suddenly and landed on the roof obliquely in front of us.

The rabbi was surprised: "Old Panda!"

It's a scholar.

And the ones fighting with Shuweng are several LV.3 and LV.2.

It's strange, I've been here for two days, and I haven't found any demons... Could it be that they followed them?

"Hurry up and help! You half-baked brat!"

"It's here!"

I followed the rabbi and ran over, but in the middle of the road, I turned around as if being drawn, just in time to see the drunk man stumbling across the alley while leaning on the wall.

With a slight movement of my mind, a strand of blood immediately emerged from my arm, and shot|shot towards it under the cover of the battlefield.

By the time the battle was over, there was only ruins left, and everyone had run away.

I calmly glanced at the entrance of the narrow alley, and the drunk man had long since disappeared.

"Sisi! Are you okay?" The huge black hammer disappeared out of thin air, and the rabbi immediately jumped off the roof and ran towards me.

I immediately turned my gaze back and shook my head sensiblely.

Only then did the rabbi heave a sigh of relief, he stepped forward, bent over to hug me as if he couldn't help it, when he caught sight of the bookman approaching from the corner of his eye, he immediately stood up straight, and shifted his gaze to cover his ears, and changed the subject.

"Well... where was that person just now? What's going on?"

"Who?" Shuweng looked at him.

"He's just a middle-aged man, he looks like he knows Sisi," the rabbi scratched his cheeks, as if he couldn't understand, "and he looks very scared...but he smelled so much of alcohol that his nose was flushed, It must be that you have lost your mind and misunderstood the wrong person, right?"

"I think so too."

Just as I was about to nod my head, I suddenly noticed that Shuweng paused slightly under his feet, but he didn't ask any more questions. He only explained a few words to the explorers who came to deal with the aftermath, and then turned to us: "Let's go."

In this way we returned to the little hotel in town which was reserved for the order.

Because I arrived later, the rabbi and their room were arranged on the floor below me.

I went back to the room and sat on the bed in a daze for a while. Just as I was about to dig out the notebook I bought for the rabbi and look for him, I heard a knock on the door from outside.

I paused, and opened the door with a premonition that was about to come out, and sure enough, I saw the rabbi standing outside.

But before I could open my mouth, he squeezed in by mistake, quickly closed the door with his backhand, and at the same time turned me against the door, as if I had reached the limit and couldn't bear it anymore, the scorching heat was instant It fell down.

"and many more……"

In this way, I was trapped in this cramped and narrow space, close to him, my nose was full of his breath, and wrapped in some moisture with the fragrance of shampoo, following his movements, Cold drops of water dripped down the side of my neck along the tips of his loose hair, and slid into the neckline again, which made my fingers grabbing his skirt even tighter reflexively.

No, in such a short time, he still... even took a shower on purpose?

My thoughts have been so hot that I can't think normally, I can only think a little confused.

It's over, this time it's about to end, I actually forgot to take a shower at the first time... What to do, I just had a fight with the devil, will I have that bad smell on me...

"Why don't you close your eyes..."

Then my sudden thoughts were interrupted by Rabbi's hoarse and helpless voice. He stepped back a few millimeters, and while running his fingers through the hair on the side of my face, he held my face, One side rubs lightly and itchyly on my lips.

Then suddenly he raised his hand and covered my eyes.

While pressing on him even more tightly, he also took my hand that was holding his skirt, leading me to hug his back.

I couldn't help opening my eyes slightly. At the moment when my vision was deprived, my senses, infinitely magnified by the darkness, suddenly focused on his suddenly aggravated kiss, and I almost subconsciously grabbed the clothes on his back.

This time, because no one bothered, the rabbi acted as if nothing was enough. He pressed | kissed me for a long time, until I was almost out of breath, until he lost his hand on my shoulder, and then slightly | Panting | Back away, taking away the hand covering my eyes.

I could feel that he wanted to stay away from me temporarily, but in the end he couldn't help reaching behind me, hugged me tightly, put his chin on my shoulder, and began to breathe calmly.

I was also a little breathless, my cheeks were hot around his waist, I paused, and I closed my eyes and rubbed against his face.

"I'm going back this time. I'm definitely going to find Komyi and ask him to arrange us to carry out the mission together." The rabbi's voice was hoarse, but the extremely dangerous breath just faded away, and there was a bit of tone in his tone. Childishly acting like a baby, "It's almost a month apart at every turn, who can bear it..."

Give up, I tried this two years ago, do you see that we have performed missions together in the past two years?

Um?Wait, the previous disagreement was because of Shuweng, but we are all together now, will it be...

While thinking wildly, I was honestly held by him like a big doll, stroking my hair, rubbing my head, and playing cheek to cheek for a long time, before I finally remembered the business.

"Let go, let go," I tried to push him away, "I have something to show you."

"What?" The rabbi let me go as promised.

I happily ran to the sofa and took out the packed notebook from my luggage, but just a second before handing it to the rabbi, I suddenly felt strange anxiety and hesitation for no reason.

"what is this?"

But the rabbi had already taken it and tore it apart.

"...Give it to me?" He looked at the notebook in his hand and was stunned. His eyes were originally puzzled, but after a pause for a few seconds, light suddenly lit up, "Did Sisi buy it for me?"

As soon as I nodded, the rabbi turned around suddenly, put the notebook on the table carefully and cherished, then turned back suddenly, made a "ow" like last time, and grabbed the sides of my waist at once, just like Lift me up like a child... lift me up?

I:"!!!"

Although I didn't raise it too high, the weightlessness of my feet leaving the ground still made me stunned for a few seconds. I waved my short arms reflexively, trying to support his shoulders with my hands, but the rabbi didn't He let go suddenly, opened his arms, and caught me who fell from mid-air.

...It was as if I threw myself into his arms, and I did the same thing, hugged him and turned around several times.

This person, why does this person have so many tricks...

"Why are you so happy..." When I finally stopped and saw him fondly flicking through the notebook, I couldn't help murmuring, "Why is it like the first time?" It's like receiving a gift for the first time..."

"Although it is not the first time I have received a gift, this is the first time I have received a gift from Sisi!"

Is that worth being happy about?

Although I didn't say anything, I couldn't help lowering my eyes, and while curling up the corners of my mouth, I scratched the ground with the tip of my shoe.

But soon, I found out that something seemed wrong.

"...received my gift for the first time?" I suddenly came back to my senses, and turned to him in a daze, "Then... what about the 64 flowers I sent before?"

Although they were not confiscated once, they can be piled up to form a small mountain, so it's not counted?

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Allen: "Sisi is very experienced in overturning the car, let her teach you how to fool it?"

Rabbi: "..."