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

Ma Saxun came over, she was just a little surprised at first, as if she didn't know what I was up to, but within a few breaths, her face changed.

She slowly put down the hand that was about to pull the curtains, turned around, but did not answer, she just stared at me with almost sharp eyes in the mist of the full moon like a white gauze, as if Looking at something.

A chill suddenly filled my heart.

In fact, Martha didn't say or do anything, if it's true.

But at this time, she didn't immediately come over to test the temperature of my forehead with a face like "Is this kid sick?", which is already very telling.

I originally thought that even if I sacrificed the opportunity for clichés, I would give up the most suffocating possibility first, and I even thought about using the reason of "memory confusion" to explain my abnormality, but—but why? ...hit the worst trend...

However, the play still had to continue. I took a deep breath calmly, raised my hand and pressed my temple, and after a pause, I seemed to think of something, and asked casually, "Where's Culos Marian?"

Martha was silent for several seconds before answering my question: "Not here."

It will definitely not be Sisi who will say the name "Kuros Marian".

She wasn't answering... Sisi.

So it's not a simple inheritance of maternal memory - the person who copied my name and is most likely to be my mother is probably sleeping in my body at this moment, sharing a body with me....

What kind of horror story is this...

"What about others?" I asked again without giving myself a chance to think about it.

"I'm just a patron," Martha said with the usual distaste in his tone, "I don't know where that kind of guy who owes a lot of debt will be."

"...Then tell me what you know so far."

It is not surprising that a person who has lost contact with the outside world for a long time would ask this kind of question after waking up.But I didn't understand the person sleeping in my body, and I couldn't figure out what expression to use, so I simply leaned against the wall next to the cabinet, hiding my whole body in the shadows.

But Martha asked abruptly: "How much do you remember?"

She used the word "remember".

"Just remember," I rubbed in a name I had just heard, half-truthfully, "that I had just separated from Silas—by the way, where is he now?"

Before I finished speaking, Martha suddenly moved.

She broke away from this stalemate atmosphere abruptly, leaned on crutches and walked to the wine cabinet at the side, took out a bottle of red wine from it, took two goblets, put them on the table together, and pulled them apart. Chair, sit down.

During the whole process, he didn't even look at me, just opened the bottle cap: "When did you know?"

I froze in place, and after two or three seconds, I realized that I was exposed.

But...how was it exposed?

Although the performance can't be said to be flawless, I can feel that Martha has indeed been bluffed by me just now.

The problem was with the man "Sylas".

Was it "Cecilia Farley" who didn't know this person?Or is this person already dead?So when I asked where he was, I exposed my biggest flaw?

…No, even if this person is really dead, it is entirely possible that he did not remember this matter due to long-term deep sleep, resulting in amnesia—why on earth can Martha be so sure that I am just pretending?

I wanted to keep going, but I saw Martha waved his hand: "Don't waste your efforts, you have too little information, the more you talk, the more you will be exposed, and there are flaws everywhere."

I:"……"

"...Isn't this just to try and see if I can fool you?" I immediately dragged a chair over and lay down on the table weakly, "So Martha—who did you take me for just now?" Ceci Lia Farley"? She is now... this is living in my body? Sharing a body with me? You know this, and Master knows it, right?"

Martha: "When did you find out?"

The matter has come to this point, and there is nothing to hide. I paused, and then told her about the drunk man I met in St. Helens, only omitting the fact that the man was scared by me in the end. dead part.

"You have always been a smart child, Cecilia." Martha tilted the bottle slightly, and the crimson liquid was poured into the goblet under the white moonlight, "You know it is impossible to get any information, that’s why you choose to cheat from the beginning, isn’t it?”

"...You really don't want to tell me?" I suppressed the subtle discomfort of being called by my full name, and reconfirmed without giving up.

"Actually, what I know is much less than you imagine."

"It doesn't matter." I immediately compared it with my index finger and thumb, "Just tell me what you know."

"...Instead of coming to me to inquire," Martha took a sip of his wine calmly, "it's better to ask that guy Kulos in person—even if you really want to say something, I shouldn't tell you."

"But the problem is that Master is still detained in the central government. Besides, even if we see him, he might not tell me the truth..."

"That's a matter between you master and apprentice." Martha took another sip of his wine out of nothing.

I tossed her back and forth in different ways several times, and Martha seemed to have her mouth sealed by molten iron. She didn't say a word to me in a daze, she just asked: "Are you and that bookish boy serious?" ?”

Master seems to have asked me this sentence once.

"Of course I'm serious." I didn't know why, "What's the matter? Ah... Do you want to help take care of the child? It seems that you have to wait for a few years to be serious."

Martha: "..."

"It's nothing, I just think," Martha's tone remained unchanged, as if she was really just asking casually, "That doesn't seem to be the type you would like."

"How can you say that?" I immediately corrected her rigorously, "Don't say anything else, just look at the face, it's completely the type I like?"

Martha: "..."

Martha was completely silent this time, and just poured some wine into the other goblet and pushed it over for me.

...No, why did I just drink it?

I have never drank alcohol before, but under Martha's extremely natural movements, I drank a few glasses for no reason and thought it was quite delicious, so I walked out of the living room, still a little dazed.

Until Martha called me abruptly.

"Cecilia," an old voice came from behind, "If you want to know so much, why don't you hypnotize me?"

I paused, turned around slowly, and looked at Martha.

Martha was still sitting at the table without moving, but the deep and stern moonlight outside the window was blocked by the flowing clouds, making half of her body hidden under the thick shadow. I don't know her expression at the moment.

It turned out that they already knew.

I was a little stunned, and felt that it was expected.

"...You have changed." The old man concluded flatly.

Yes, I have changed.

If it was me in the past, age and physical condition would not be an excuse. In order to achieve my goal, I would not hesitate to use hypnosis on Martha—just like I did to Weng from the Asian branch.

So what exactly did the trip to the Ark bring me... What?

I seem to have become more indifferent, with hostility surging in my heart from time to time, and I am unmoved by the life and death of others; but at the same time, it seems to become easier to be happy and satisfied, and I still worry about some things that I never cared about before. to something.

It's like standing in the middle of a scale, feeling the extremely contradictory ends, and maintaining a fragile and delicate balance on the left and right sides.

Some kind of... a balance that will be broken at any moment.

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No, what I just drank - was it really red wine, not coffee?

Even though I drank several glasses of wine, I didn't think that I was not only not sleepy, but also extremely excited. In order not to disturb the rabbi's sleep, I had to quietly go outside to blow the wind for a while.

On the west side of the church, as long as I can remember, there is a large cemetery.The night wind is cool, blowing the leaf tips, amidst the rustling sound of the sea of ​​trees, around the well-arranged tombstones in the distance, there are ghostly shadows.

I was never afraid of these things, so I put the big floral cushion that the rabbi bought during the day on the ground without mercy, and sat on it for an hour.

However, I don’t know if it’s because the moonlight is too dim, or if it’s late at night that makes people have some strange associations——I always feel that the scenery in front of me is a little unreal, just like the place full of tombstones. There must be something else.

But when I came back to my senses and thought about it carefully, I couldn't catch anything among the thousands of thoughts.

I took a deep breath, and at first I pretended to hug my knees. After confirming that the rabbi was unlikely to come out, I simply crossed my legs and digested the information I got tonight.It was around midnight before entering the church with a cold damp body.

Because I was worried that if I went back directly like this, I would freeze the Rabbi, I deliberately threw a few pieces of wood into the big fireplace that was hardly used and lit it up, and roasted myself until I was hot, and then I went back to the house while it was hot, and went to bed. After getting into the blanket, he gently took the rabbi's arm and put it on his waist, arching into his arms.

The rabbi didn't even open his eyes, but took advantage of the opportunity to hug me to his chest, and naturally rested his chin on the top of my hair, breathing evenly and gently.

Although intimacy has soared to new heights since we were together, intimacy is intimacy, and this is the first time we sleep in the same bed.

I was a little nervous at first, and my heart was beating non-stop, but soon, my heart was filled with that strange sense of satisfaction and fullness.The whole person was like being soaked in warm water, as if no matter what bad information he had received before, all the coldness disappeared in the familiar and warm breath that enveloped him.

I suddenly felt relieved, I just pressed my face against his chest through the unlined clothing, and closed my eyes.

But clinging to clinging, after the initial stickiness, I... I can't stand it.

What to do - hot, too, completely, sleepy, unable to fall asleep.

I hesitated again and again, so I had no choice but to pick up his arm secretly, how did I take it up, and how did I put it down, and then quickly retreated to the bedside.

But he didn't want the rabbi in his sleep to sense something, frowned slightly, closed his eyes and groped in front of him a few times, then leaned over again and put his arms up.

I:"……"

You, where are you going?That's ass!

My face was on fire, and I quickly helped him correct the position. After a pause, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, and immediately took his arm down again.

Then he hitched up again.

I:"……"

I twisted slightly, and decided to let the arm fall by itself without making a fuss.

Then he hitched up again.

In short, it’s like a child kicking the quilt because it’s too hot, but the annoying adult keeps covering it up. No matter how hard I try, he will stubbornly put it on.

Finally, he opened his eyes in a daze, sat up, and carried me to the inner side of the bed as easily as if he was holding a child, and then lay down on his side intact, holding me who was trying to push against the wall. He took it back into his arms involuntarily, and didn't speak the whole time, and immediately continued to let out a long and slow breathing sound after hugging him.

Me who has no love in life: "..."

This, this person didn't wake up at all.

I spent half the night like this, and I don't know when I fell asleep, I just remember a good night's dream.Then when I opened my eyes the next morning, still a little dazed, I found that the rabbi who won the victory last night was lying face to face with me, and he was gently twirling the hair on the side of my face with his fingers.

I looked at him, blinked, and didn't hold grudges, instead, I moaned and took the initiative to put my face against his warm and rough palm.

Then the rabbi's eyes seemed to be rubbed into light, and he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed me all the way along the side of my forehead. In the end, he even turned me over and bullied me.

I didn't react at all: "..."

No, why is this person's movements so proficient - no, the key is, how did he do it so, so naturally?

But I don't know if it's because of the angle. Lying on the bed like this and looking up at him, I always feel that something is different from usual.

For a long time, because of his usual sloppy and childish protective look, I almost ignored his unique... that kind of danger as a man.

At this moment, he subconsciously put his hand on his chest, but he took it away and pressed it very naturally. He leaned down, kissed hard and hot, and murmured: "Today is so real..."

reality?

"And...you don't even close your eyes..." The rabbi complained inarticulately, and then pressed me to grind it. Just as the hand that lost his head was about to go down uncontrollably, he suddenly realized something, " Wait? Do you not close your eyes?"

"Hey——Sese Sisi? Is, is, is it me?"

"Cersi got up and ate—heh heh heh! Cerce, Sissi, you and your husband are starting to have a baby right now!"

I:"……"

I lay on my back and tilted my head, glanced at the rabbi who accidentally fell to the ground with a "boom" due to double fright, and his clothes were very disheveled, exposing his collarbone and half of his chest, and then glanced at the door. After bumping into some restricted-rated big scene, Baba, who was shocked and twitched frantically with motherly love on his face, paused, turned over to face the wall calmly, pulled the blanket calmly, and calmly... Meng Lived in his own head.

...If I say now, that we haven't had time to do anything—no, nothing, I'm completely innocent, will anyone believe it?

The author has something to say:

It is always extra exciting to be seen by her mother's family.

Ask——As a novice in love, what do you urgently hope that the other party can learn first?

Ceci (with dull eyes): "Loosen up, loosen up, loosen up when hugging."

Rabbi (covering face with one hand): "Kiss...you can close your eyes when you kiss."

So it's really not the Rabbi's fault. After all, the biggest advantage of Sisi in the dream is that he will actively close his eyes every time.

This is the difference between true and false Sisi - no, it is the only magic weapon to distinguish reality from dreams↑

Of course—that Sisi who pushed himself into someone's arms in the middle of the night and then found it too hot is a big pig's hoof!

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