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

Rabbi: "..."

The rabbi flicked through his notebook for a moment, turned his head stiffly, and looked at me in horror.

"That, that's not it." He immediately put down his notebook and walked over to try to remedy it, but because of nervousness, he even stuttered, "It was confiscated at the time, so, so it doesn't count..."

If you explain it this way...it doesn't seem unreasonable?

"But——but I will definitely accept the flowers that Sisi sends in the future!" Seeing that I didn't speak, I just raised my hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes. The rabbi quickly raised two fingers, and vowed to add, After a pause, he carefully lowered his voice, "So...you are not wronged..."

"...I won't give it away," although I didn't feel wronged at all, but since he said that, I expressed my little dissatisfaction, "Also, aren't you allergic? How do you accept it?" ?”

"Allergies?" the rabbi repeated suspiciously, his face went blank for a few seconds, and then he paused suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something, "This, this... how should I say this, it should... yes alright?"

"Whoever has allergies will say yes, wait a minute—couldn't you just lie to me when you said allergies?"

Rabbi: "..."

The rabbi looked at me very naturally for one, two, three, four seconds.

"No, how could it be! How could I lie to Sisi!" Then he denied it, his eyes touched my loose hair, and his eyes lit up, "Ah——I remembered! I am the one who loves the red flower Allergies, but not to yellow flowers! So, can Sisi send me more yellow flowers in the future? That's Sisi's hair color!"

Why is it that the allergies are not picking the type, but the color?

My eyes widened in shock, and I felt a little bit shocked by this strange new knowledge.

"But the yellow flowers... what are they?"

"Camellia, honeysuckle, calendula, hypericum, witch hazel, daffodil, winter jasmine, sunflower, oncidium, evening primrose, gamanga—any of these will do!"

I:"……"

... some of which I have never heard of.

But to be able to say so much in one breath, is it possible... I really like it?

"So, so Sisi will send yellow flowers instead? Or when I go back this time, I will ask the old man to cure my allergies, and then Sisi can send whatever she wants—no, then I will give Sisi Send flowers, okay?"

"is it okay--"

I can't say no, this person sometimes seems to be born with a talent for acting like a baby. While asking, he hugged him stickily like a doll, humming At the same time, he rubbed against my face back and forth several times childishly.

"By the way, why did Ceci suddenly think of giving a gift?" He suddenly thought of something, held my shoulders, and stepped back a little, "Ah—could it be to commemorate our first month together Zero four days?"

...What kind of day is this?

And aren't general anniversaries calculated on a yearly basis?

For example, if we are together for a year or something, then we can have a big...

——But, can I really... Can I live for a year?

I was suddenly taken aback by the dissonant voice popping out of my head.

No, no matter what, it's not like he won't live for a year, right?

Besides, I don't intend to...

"Sisi...?" The rabbi was keenly aware of my emotional changes, leaned down slightly, stroked the hair on my temples with one hand, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

My eyes regained focus, and I looked into his eyes subconsciously, but for some reason, the picture of Dr. Albert's hand hanging on the bed and the two figures intertwined with blue and red appeared in my mind again.

"...I just miss you," I blinked very slowly, completely erasing the image from my mind, just staring at him eagerly, rubbing my face against his palm, "I don't know why, this month's , especially...especially thinking about it."

·

It's night, everything is silent.

I was fully armed and sat on the bed. After guessing that the rabbi and the book were fast asleep, I went downstairs lightly like a ghost.

The front desk of the hotel seemed to be extremely sleepy. At the moment, he was propping his chin up in a drowsy state. After hearing the sound, he looked over in a daze.I fixedly looked back into her eyes, and a few seconds later, I raised my index finger and made a "shh" gesture on my lips.

The weather is not clear tonight, the pitch black night silently clings to all the corners that can be extended, and the moving clouds cover most of the moon, leaving only the dim street lamps still in the deep and dense night. Flickering half-brightly.

The street was deserted and deserted, with no pedestrians, only the rustling sound of the night wind blowing over the leaves.

Yelu floated on the ground, and after walking for a few minutes, the tide fell on the clothes and stuck to the skin, bringing waves of coolness.Even with every breath, cold air is poured into the chest cavity, which is damp and cold.

But I'm not afraid of the dark or the cold, but I feel a little guilty for hiding the rabbi like this, as if... I'm going to do something bad.

...But no matter how guilty you are, it is impossible to take him with you. If you ask about some bad history, it will affect his relationship with my mother—my mother is second. The key is, what if it affects my impression of me? manage?

I took a deep breath, and I didn't want to think about it anymore. I just followed the sense of blood, and walked for about four to ten minutes, and then I came to a house in the suburbs that looked a little old.

It is here.

However, before I could figure out how to break the door in a gentle way, and how to wake people up after breaking the door, the door in front of me was slammed and pushed open roughly.The drunk man I met during the day dragged his luggage in one hand and carried a kerosene lamp in the other. He was about to come out when he saw me, and the kerosene lamp in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

But strangely, it is not broken, but the shadow that casts us on the ground is shortened and lengthened treacherously during rolling.

"you you……"

Instantly constricted pupils, trembling cheek muscles, subconsciously stepped back a few steps, and sat down on the ground just like in the daytime—this person really didn’t simply recognize the wrong person, but really took me. The face...as someone.

He is afraid of me.

So I stepped through the dim light of the kerosene lamp, squatted down in the dim light, and looked at his eyes with sharply constricted pupils, and then in his frightened and incoherent voice of "I didn't mean to" and "I didn't betray", Straight to the point: "Who am I?"

At the same moment when the drunk man's face froze, a layer of gloom instantly cast over the cloudy and bloodshot eye mask.

I thought he would say "Margaret Luther Campbell" like Master did.

"Fa...Fa..." But he seemed to be strangled by something, and gave me a completely unfamiliar name, "Miss Farley..."

Um?Farley?Why is my mother outside... Did she even use a fake name?

I paused, and had no choice but to continue asking, "What's your full name?"

"Sy, Sisi... Cecilia Farley."

I immediately settled in place.

Originally, I just wanted to explore the situation related to the old mother, but at this moment, it became uncontrollable.

So... because I thought the pseudonym I used before was pretty nice, so I gave it to my daughter directly?

Isn't this a bit...too perfunctory?

"Have you heard of the name Margaret Luther Campbell?"

"No...Campbell..." He opened his mouth, his eyes suddenly filled with fear, "Campbell is the pair of brothers...and Mr. Silas's last name..."

"The brothers?"

I paused slightly, this was the first person who could make other expressions besides being dull after being hypnotized by me.

"Who are those brothers?"

"No...can't say."

"can not say?"

It's not that I don't know, but I can't say.

I was even more surprised for a while, but no matter how I tried to hypnotize him, the drunk man never revealed any information related to "the pair of brothers".

Out of...loyalty?

It seems unreliable.

Is that because of firm will?

...This one is less reliable than the one above.

——Then it can only be that someone who is far superior to me has already hypnotized him before.

Who is it?

I took a deep breath and had to mention the last question by mistake in "Who is Silas", "What on earth have you betrayed" and "Why are you so afraid of me": "Then why are you so afraid of me?" Cecilia Farley this person? Did she do anything to you...?"

"I...I..." Then I saw the drunk man's face turn pale in an instant, his out-of-focus pupils trembling violently, "I was there...at that time, and I watched her...put... "

Bundle?What happened to what?

I was so anxious that I wanted to help him speak, but the drunk man suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hands to grab his neck, and pressed his chest indiscriminately, and then fell straight to the ground with a bang.

I:"……?"

The first time I encountered this situation in hypnosis, it took several seconds before I turned the person over cautiously.

But he found that the drunk's face was already blue, his eyes were bulging, and he seemed to have been frightened to death by...

Frightened to death by me—no, by someone who looks exactly like me and is most likely my mother?

Is this... an indirect murder?

Until I closed the door, left the scene, and returned to the street where only the chirping of cicadas could be heard, I was still in a daze.

But in this trance, I didn't feel any discomfort or guilt of "indirectly killing a human life".

It's like I'm used to it.

It was as if this man deserved to die, but it was a fluke that he escaped and lived for decades.

Decades...?

My mind became more and more chaotic, because I received too much information at one time, and I couldn't catch any formed ideas for a while.

A name different from the ones I had heard before, and the existence of three other people made everything more confusing—is my old mother really as simple as what Master said before?

... No, just considering that he helped Noah when he was young and went to the Ark because of it, it is not easy no matter how you look at it.

—and the point is, is that "Cecilia Farley" really... could it be my mother?

Why do you even have the same name as me?

I just feel like a layer of water is covered in front of my eyes, but at the same time, there is something ready to come out, within reach.

But a second before I was about to touch it, I quickly withdrew my hand, paused, and walked in front of the reception desk who was lying in the hall, sound asleep, and went upstairs.

·

"Haha - I heard it will take four more days to open the door. What are you going to do during this time?" The rabbi didn't know about my going out last night. After stretching himself, he spread jam on a slice of bread , while looking at me sideways, "Is there any arrangement for Sisi?"

I really have an arrangement: "I want to meet someone."

"Huh?" The rabbi was taken aback, glanced at the bookman, and while the bookboy raised his head to drink the soup, he quickly stuffed a slice of bread into my mouth, and then asked nonchalantly the moment the old man raised his head, "What's the matter?" Is there anyone you know around here?"

"One of Master's sponsors lives in the suburbs of Liverpool, not too far from here." I chewed the slices of bread with a puffy face, and replied inarticulately, "Because I used to take care of me and Asia when I was young." Lian, I just want to go and see."

"Sponsor of the Marshal," the rabbi continued to look at the bookman from the corner of his eye, and then stuffed another piece in while the bookman wasn't paying attention, "Speaking of which, I think of Miss Anita, and I don't know they went back to Guangzhou What's going on in the end——huh? Wait, something seems wrong? So this time this one belongs to the marshal too..."

I know what he's thinking: "This time it's an old woman."

"Hey—has the marshal's charm become so great that even the old lady cannot be spared?"

"No, I was spared," I shook my head seriously, "because the old lady still doesn't like him."

Yes, I decided to meet Martha.

Martha is the second person I have seen besides Master since I can remember.

And from the conversation between her and Master that night about "how to guide me", it can be known that she must know something.

Master is still far away in the center, and he doesn't know when he will be released, so the best solution to know the truth is to go to Martha—although she is unlikely to tell the truth.

But maybe... you can try to cheat.

The rabbi naturally offered to go with me. When he said that, I was worried that the bookman would go with me. Fortunately, the old man didn't seem interested, so he only told us to come back within the specified time.

St. Helens is not far from Liverpool, and it takes a short time to get there by train. However, on the way to the station, the rabbi had a whim and suggested, "Otherwise, just take the hammer."

"But can you find your way?"

"Isn't there a railroad track, you can always find it if you follow it—"

For some reason, the rabbi seemed to be looking forward to it, and I was also looking forward to it.

After all, from the very beginning, I really wanted to be able to hug his waist from behind when sitting on the hammer, but after sitting on the hammer so many times, I never realized it once.

However, the rabbi didn't give me a chance to realize my obsession this time - he just hugged me in front of him.

I:"?"

"No, wait, this posture seems to be unsteady..."

Before I finished speaking, the rabbi manipulated the handle of the hammer, and swished straight out of the greenery.I couldn't sit still at all, and under the influence of inertia, I directly slammed into his chest sideways.

However, at this time the rabbi didn’t hold on tighter and tighter as he usually did. He grabbed the handle of the hammer across the front of me with one hand, and looped my back weakly with the other hand, and he could fall down anytime, anywhere. Surprised by his situation, I immediately hugged his waist tightly reflexively.

Then the hammer flew even faster.

I:"……"

After he finally had enough of playing, slowed down, and wrapped his arms around me tightly, I loosened my grip on his waist, and carefully raised my head from his neck.

Then I realized that because the hammer handle was stretching too fast, my loose long hair was blown into a mess by the wind, and it was constantly sweeping the rabbi's face.

I hurriedly dug out the spare hair rope from my pocket, and just about to tie my hair up, he guessed the intention, pressed my hand, and kissed me on the face.

"Don't tie it up, I like Ceci's hair."

...Do you like being covered in hair?What kind of peculiar hobby do you have?

Of course I didn't listen to him, I just continued to move, and the rabbi kissed me on the side of the cheek again as if deliberately making trouble for me.

"Don't make trouble, I'll give my hair to..."

Then I was supported by the back of the head, and in the entanglement of my hair, I was blocked from my unfinished words.

I:"……"

Just kissed yesterday, yesterday!Is this an addiction?It's definitely addicting, right?

And let’s not talk about anything else, the most important thing is——

You should open your eyes and watch the road!

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