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

I couldn't find the rabbi, and I couldn't find Allen.

Obviously when they were fighting in Jordan before, they could still clearly feel that they were in two distant places one by one.But now, the rabbi seems to have been cut off by something. No matter how I searched for a location, I even climbed to the top of the tallest priest building, but I still couldn't receive a signal at all; The situation is even worse. People are being escorted into the dungeon in the new headquarters that has only been heard in rumors, but so far no one has actually seen it. However, the wisp of blood I hid under his cloak before departure showed that Went to a farther place, and seemed to be buried under the sand.

This is... did he create a clone?

Because some completely unfamiliar pictures suddenly appeared in my mind, I saw everything in a daze, my head was in a daze, and I could hardly think normally.

I can only try to follow my best way in the past, to obtain information through hypnosis—but the staff and guards who can be caught by me basically have black eyes like me, and know nothing about the exact location of the dungeon After realizing that this road was not feasible, I took the most stupid way to walk the entire headquarters, but I still couldn't find even a trace of Allen and Tim.

From this point of view, it is likely to be similar to the way Master hid the laboratory back then, using spells to enclose the entire dungeon in some kind of enchantment.

Of course, just to be on the safe side, only the higher-ups of the order and the few cardinals from the central hall who just arrived today know exactly where and how to get in.

And these people—I heard Jerry said in the cafeteria just now, it seems that they are in the conference room on the second floor, "What should we do next with Aren Walker" for final talks.

The conference room on the second floor... huh?

I suddenly stopped my meaningless search, paused, as if being drawn by something, turned around and walked towards the conference room specially set up for central dignitaries at the headquarters.

But on the way, they accidentally ran into Jonny and Tap, who were covered in wounds and grinning their teeth. It is said that they went to Ruberier to argue but failed, and they were beaten up by the guards without even seeing their faces. It was blasted out.

I was angry when I heard it, and without any abnormality, I echoed and criticized the group of people in the central hall, and then said goodbye to them as if nothing had happened, and came to the meeting room on the second floor as if nothing had happened.

But he didn't expect that the time was just right, and he saw those cardinals coming out of the room under the guard of a group of "crows".

I moved my fingers on the wall, and was about to lift my foot over, but someone grabbed my wrist and dragged me directly into the corner next to me.

"...What did you want to do just now?"

It was only when those leaders were completely out of sight that Link turned his head amidst the continuous muffled thunder outside the window, and stared at me with an unkind expression, as if he was facing a disobedient child.

"Although the marshal did submit evidence to the officer before his disappearance, which temporarily cleared your suspicion, the opportunity to act independently is not for you to act recklessly—do you know that if you took a step closer just now, you would immediately die He was regarded as a dangerous person by the central hall and locked up with Walker!"

"You mean, you will lock me and Allen together?" I came back to my senses, and pulled out a very crucial piece of information from this long paragraph of words that was essentially overflowing with maternal love.

Link: "..."

"...Walker will be fine right now," he closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and managed to suppress the emotion that I was so angry with, and turned to reason with me, "but The cardinal already wants to use extreme means to make him speak, if you act rashly at this time, not only will you not be able to help Walker, but it will only increase his suspicion."

"In that case, there's a good chance things could get out of hand."

"The worst case scenario is to use the feathers to suppress your holiness, and separate you from Walker. At the same time, Comui Lee's defense will be in vain. I am afraid that Walker will be interrogated for heresy in the central hall."

"I have explained to you the steps of the heresy interrogation in detail before, and you will not know what it is."

"Is this what you want, Cecilia."

This was not what I wanted, so I lowered my head halfway, and looked away from Link's gaze.

Link told me to go back to the room to rest honestly, but I walked to the door of the rabbi's room without knowing it.

In addition to the standard beds, tables and chairs, the rabbi's room is basically full of all kinds of books, newspapers, and various records of old and new, because there are too many and too many, sometimes even scraps There is no place—that’s why he specially assigned the key for me. Every time he wants to drag me there, or carefully hints that I can occasionally go to his room to stay, I always find reasons inexplicably in the middle The reason for abducting him to his room.

I blinked very slowly, felt in my pocket, took out the cold key that had never been used, clicked it, and opened the door.

——But now that others are missing, I... came here on my own initiative.

I didn't know what I was thinking, I just cleared a place on the carpet, then sat down, aimlessly took the stacked books, and flipped through them one by one.

I wondered, what was that "thing he wanted to show me"... that he mentioned before he set off.

But I can't find it.

I changed several positions, and in the increasingly torrential rain outside the window, I went from noon to dusk, but still found nothing.

This was expected, and I felt that I was not disappointed. I just slowly got up, walked to the bed, took off my shoes in an orderly manner, pushed the quilt in, then pulled the pillow, curled up on my side Lie on the side of the bed.

The rabbi's pillow matched the one in my room, and it was very soft. I rubbed my face against it, and just as I found a comfortable position and was about to close my eyes, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

... a little bit uncomfortable.

I paused, and slowly reached under the pillow to feel it, and then pulled out a very familiar... small notebook from under it.

—the notebook I gave to the Rabbi at St. Helens.

It’s just that the original cowhide cover is now covered with a layer of plastic book cover, and there is a line of extremely small characters in the lower left corner. I didn’t turn on the wall lamp, and I recognized it for a long time with the little light coming in from the window. "Sponsored by Jonny".

For some reason, at the same time as the smooth and delicate touch of the plastic came from the fingertips, a flash of the rabbi jumping up excitedly when he took the notebook suddenly flashed in front of my eyes.I paused, and opened it subconsciously, but I didn't want to be stopped by something just after I turned to the first page.

—I saw... myself.

I saw one... who was lying on the table, standing the open book of fairy tales upright in front of him, but didn't look at it, only secretly showing half of his face from one side, and peeping at the opposite side curiously—that is, I am now in this direction myself.

Although it is just a simple graffiti, it may be because the person who drew it observed too carefully, or the drawing is based on what he sees and feels from the first perspective. The well-known look of "I'm the most obedient, I just look at it and don't make a sound" is vividly depicted.

There is also a signature below - on x month x, in the library.

For a few seconds, I couldn't move at all, it was as if I hadn't even breathed.After maintaining this posture for a long time, I slowly turned to the second page.

——There are three pictures arranged vertically on this page. If the pictures on the previous page were static, then this time it is more like a small comic strip.

In the first picture, I quietly opened the door, and I thought I was carefully poking my head through the crack to look out, but I didn’t even realize that most of my face and hanging hair were exposed outside; the second picture It seems that he finally realized that he was found by someone, and he slammed the door shut in a hurry, and a small exclamation mark was added next to it to express his voice; on the third picture, he probably thought that the person had left, and Baozi The long-haired villain on the face tentatively opened the door again with a gap smaller than before, and secretly began to peek.

The signature is - on x month x, in the corridor.

I remember that day, it was the first day we were together, because I was reluctant to let him leave like this, and I was too embarrassed to rob someone with the bookman-in fact, the main reason is that if this is really left behind, it may be cool to see you next time It’s over—so I just kept pawing at the crack of the door, pretending to be secretly watching him go away.

But he didn't want to, it turned out that he had discovered it a long time ago.

I suddenly felt that my hand was a little heavy, and after another 2 minutes, I raised my hand numbly and turned to the third page.

This time there are two.

The first one is a painting of me sleeping soundly on my desk, with a few strands of hair stuck to my bun-like face, and a drop of transparent liquid hanging from the corner of my mouth, which is definitely after secondary processing of art; The second one is slightly different - the hair sticking to the villain's face is neatly tucked behind the ears, the corners of the mouth are also clean, and the body is also covered with a dress that can cover her whole body. Live team uniform tops.

It was the rabbi's regimental tunic.

I don't remember when it was, and after reading the date and place written on the signature, I still can't remember it.

I had no choice but to close my eyes, and turned to the fourth page...

I see a lot of me.

I puffed up my face and ate puffs, I was lying on the train window and was called to turn my head, and I took out a small notebook from my luggage, all of them were so sleepy that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. But I stayed up late with him listlessly to organize the records, I curled up on the sofa facing inside and slept soundly, with only the back of my head exposed, I lay on my side on the pillow in the morning and rubbed my face against his palm in a daze The me who pinches Tim's chubby face and pulls it to the side, the one who pinches and rubs his own face, and the dissatisfied me...it's all me.

It's all... me.

And the last one was not long ago, it was me wearing that gray sweater that could only cover my buttocks, with an arrow drawn beside it, marking "mine" in a serious manner, I paused, and the kid next to me It seems that a big emphasis number has been specially added to indicate emphasis.

I watched this graffiti in the dim light for a long time, and my eyes were sour from the long-term immobility. After a few seconds, I blinked very slowly, closed the notebook and put it down, slowly He turned over and looked up at the ceiling above.

The sky became more and more obscure, and eventually even turned into a cold and deep black, even the last ray of light was swallowed up, and the room without the lights was completely plunged into darkness.

Because until yesterday, the rabbi had still stayed here, and there was still a breath that belonged to him on the bed and pillow.

But when I lay like this, I only felt that everything was empty, my heart was empty, and the room was also empty. The stuffy and bloated feeling was not strong, but it spread around the bottom of my heart unknowingly. In the end, it rolled into a icy vortex, which overwhelmed me.

"Rabbi...?"

I felt short of breath and had to take a short breath.After a pause, his lips moved and closed again, and then in the breath full of him, he called his name softly, softly and tentatively.

But no one covered my hand comfortingly in the next second, no one poked my face lightly with their fingertips, and no one carefully took me over and hugged me.

The room was empty and pitch black, and even the sound of the pattering rain outside the window disappeared at some point, and it was eerily quiet.

—nobody was there.

·

After IQ came back, useful information was quickly obtained.

I put the small notebook into the pocket of the windbreaker, and walked into George's ward with an almost strange calmness-the medical staff inside were very busy, and when they saw me coming in, they hurried over to stop me.

"Master Exorcist, it is not possible to..."

"Get out," I said, walking all the way to George's bed in a steady voice, "all out."

After a while of the rustling sound caused by the rubbing of the cloth while walking, only me standing in front of the bed and George lying on the bed were left in the huge ward.

He didn't look well--eyes wide open, mouth watering, as if he were in some kind of excruciating pain.

I've always known that I couldn't hypnotize a holy man, but I hadn't tried to hypnotize a holy man who was severely wounded in the genitals and whose spirit was extremely weak.

So I leaned down, stared blankly at his eyes, which had already lost sight and could not focus, and asked, "Where is Rabbi?"

George didn't answer, didn't even realize it, just let out a "ho ho" sound from his throat.

"When you were with the rabbi and the bookman," I asked again, "what happened at that time?"

George's eyes were bloodshot, and even because of the discomfort caused by being hypnotized, he wanted to close his eyes reflexively.

He looked more miserable.

But whether he is in pain, or whether there will be any irreversible consequences due to this hypnosis, have never been in my consideration.

I just casually took a pair of tweezers from the side, held the eyelid of his left eye without the slightest pity, pointed at his eyeball, which was involuntarily moving due to pain, and increased the strength several times, and asked: "When did you pull it?" What's the matter?"

"He... he was implanted with... parasites by the green-haired... Noah," George's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding at the same time, "the tongue... was... and then, it was... caught……"

Before he finished his sentence, he suddenly retched, and then without warning, an object similar to an eyeball shot out of his mouth, and it came straight to my face with lightning speed.

But in the middle, it suddenly bumped into a thin but solid wall of blood, and then the blood instantly gathered into a round membrane, trapping the eyeball firmly in it.

I paused, manipulated the blood to send it to the ward's own washbasin and rinsed it several times before bringing it back in front of me.

So, this is that unknown pathogen that George couldn't diagnose... Is it?

There is a clear sense of being spied on—is it the parasite he just mentioned?

…That is to say, a Noah with green hair implanted this in his body during the battle with the rabbi, and then took him away with the bookman.

But since they were taken away instead of being killed on the spot, it meant that they were still useful to them for the time being, and Noah wanted to get something from them.

Is it related to the identity of the scholar...?

Then this eyeball...

"—Cecilia, what are you doing here?"

However, just as I was hesitating whether to take this eyeball back and use it to obtain the specific direction of the rabbi—the possibility of this is almost zero—or to crush it now, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed Open, Link's always upright figure suddenly appeared at the door.

I immediately hid that eyeball behind my back.

"Isn't this...George is also from the Huangshan camp?" I opened my mouth and said, "So I just wanted to see if I could ask some questions about the rabbi... Who knows that this person just won't wake up."

"...I've been looking for you for a long time," Link looked quite dissatisfied, but he didn't delve into the reason why I was here. After calling me, he turned his head and left, "Come here, that guy Walker didn't say anything. If you are willing to eat, immediately follow me to the cafeteria to find a way."

I paused, and immediately followed obediently—at the same time, the blood film on my back stuffed the eyeball back intact to George.

Since he couldn't be killed for the time being, there was no reason to help him relieve his pain.

As for whether Noah on the opposite side is watching the religious order through this eyeball, will it be detrimental to the religious group or the like-what does this have to do with me?

When I was on the way, I found out that Allen hadn't eaten a grain of rice for nearly five days because he was worried that Veritaserum Potion might be put in his food.Link "was trying to cause trouble for people from the beginning to now!" "Since you don't want to eat so much, you might as well go to hell!" Allen put down his vigilance and ate something.

In the end, Jerry and I unanimously decided to write a big "Rubelier is a dog" with ketchup on the rice, and after finishing writing, I also added a rabbi that only I could draw. big head.

When he took the bowl, Link was trembling all over. In order to avoid seeing the disrespectful words, he couldn't help smashing the bowl, so he had to put another bowl on it, out of sight, out of mind .

After a pause, he still asked me with some distrust: "You just drew a rabbit's head on it, so Walker can let go of his guard?"

...Look, I'll just say no one will recognize it's a rabbi.

So do you think Allen will let his guard down?

Even Link's food delivery this time was carried out secretly behind his most beloved chief, so it was even more impossible to take me with him.

"Cecilia, Walker..." Before parting, Link suddenly turned his head and opened his mouth. After a few seconds, he changed from hesitant to speak to firm, "Walker will be fine."

I paused and nodded, but I didn't take back the thread of blood that had just been hidden under the hem of his clothes.

Although I can't do anything right now, I need to know where Allen is.

I stood in the corridor like this, looking at the densely slanted rain net outside the window, but I was silently calculating the path of the thread of blood.Link was extremely cautious. When I got to the back, in order to prevent being discovered by him, I could only let most of him get off his clothes, then found the right position, and quietly submerged into a corner of a certain wall.

But I didn't expect that less than a minute later, that wave of blood that I discarded was suddenly discovered by someone.

The creepy Senhan suddenly climbed up the spine, and at the same time that even my scalp was blown away, I walked away almost reflexively.

After running all the way back to the room, completely unable to control myself, I felt as if all the strength in my body was drained in an instant, and in the dark, I slid and sat on the ground leaning on the door panel.

I have never... even when I faced the Earl of the Millennium, I never felt this way.

It was as if the human body was acting out of some instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages before encountering fatal danger.

But even if I had already left from the original spot as early as the first time, that extreme, icy, sacred aura that almost made people tremble and nausea was still with me, like a big hand, firmly strangled my throat.

I can't even sit still.

The blood in the body seemed to have been strongly stimulated, and it froze inch by inch.I tried my best to curl up my body, but I still couldn't stop the waves of chill that came from nowhere.It was as if the whole person was torn into two halves, one half desperately wanted to be discovered, while the other half forced it to hide.

I kept curling up and couldn't get up no matter how hard I tried, and in the end, I couldn't even move my fingers.

All senses seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of water and became dizzy. I vaguely seemed to hear a loud noise, as if I heard a broadcast coming from the corridor, as well as various noisy footsteps and sounds. Voices, I seem to hear many, many voices, but they are completely mixed with the sound of rain and the messy buzzing in my head. I desperately concentrate and try to distinguish, but I still can't understand That's what it is.

The long torture didn't come to an end until the dawn appeared in the night, and the blue morning light poured in through the window.

I staggered up against the wall, as if I had been fished out of cold water, and my underwear was already soaked.

I barely gave myself time to breathe, and immediately opened the door and walked out.

There were many people in the corridor, all of them looked hurried.

Because I lay on the ground for a whole night, my legs were so numb that I could hardly walk. The morning wind came in through the window and penetrated into the clothing material stuck to my skin without hindrance. I even couldn't help shaking. , I can only walk slowly while leaning on the wall.

I don't know who I want to find, I just think that if I can meet Link, or Captain Liba and Johnny, or Li Nali and Crowley... it will be fine.

But I didn't run into any of them.

I took a deep breath, and turned to go to the underground laboratory, but when I passed the door of the dormitory building, I saw a dozen people surrounded somewhere outside.

The sky was twilight, and the thick night fog was still there. I walked over there, and then I saw a big hole in the ground there, and those staff who looked a little strange were surrounding That big hole is looking at what's being recorded.

"I just said that people like Allen Walker are not worthy of trust, thanks to my friend who had sympathized with him before."

"Sympathy? Are you crazy? Guess what I heard when I passed by the training ground that day. He actually said something that worried about whether the demon's soul was redeemed. As an exorcist, humans can't control it, but in Worrying about demons is disgusting."

I was about to walk closer, but my mind was still a little stiff, and I only slowly turned to the person who spoke just now.

"It's all right now. Thanks to the cover of Squad 1 where Squad Leader Liba is and Mr. Li, that Noah finally revealed his true nature."

"...It's just a pity for the inspector in the central government."

"Have you heard? It is said that when the officer arrived, the dungeon was full of blood...the death was too miserable."

Link... is dead?

Suddenly, I couldn't quite understand what they were saying.

What about... Allen?

"Not only did he escape, he also brutally killed the person who ate and lived with him for several months before fleeing, which shows how bad his nature is."

"So it's a monster at all, can't you tell from his hand?"

What's the meaning……?

Does it mean that Allen...killed Link?Then... defected?

Allen—isn't he here?

"It's been said that the so-called saving people is just pretending, and only those idiots in class 1 will treat this kind of guy as a 'family'. Ugh—your 'family' wants to kill you all."

I opened my mouth, only to feel that the sounds around me instantly became a cold and monotonous noise, piercing the eardrum like a needle, almost freezing the whole brain.

"Thinking about it now, it's not surprising. Have you forgotten who his master is?"

My fingers hanging by my side suddenly moved like a spasm.

"That's right, Culos Marian's reputation in the religious group is extremely bad. Like that kind of scum, it's not enough to teach any kind of apprentice..."

——Hot liquid suddenly splashed on the side of my face.

At the same time, I only heard a soft "click" from the bottom of my heart, as if there was a lock, and it finally fell to the ground.

I turned my head very slowly, and saw that mouth that was still talking a lot just opened with difficulty, and then suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

He seemed completely unaware of what had happened. He stared blankly at the terrified gazes of the people around him, and then lowered his head blankly, looking at the bloody sickle protruding from his chest.

There was no ups and downs in my heart, I didn't move, I didn't speak, I didn't even blink my eyes, I just took a breath of the air that was still permeated with the chill of dawn, and the long sickle swept across, sweeping away everything I had just said. Everyone was cut in two.

Because the cut was too large, even though I wasn't very close, I was still splashed with blood.

I didn't raise my hand to erase it, but I raised my head slightly and looked at the sky amidst people's belated screams—then I realized that the rainy day, which has been raining continuously for almost a whole month, actually At this time, it was completely sunny.

The clear sky after the rain seems to have been washed by clear water. It is clear and clear, without any cloud strands, and it looks... extraordinarily lofty.

The bright light of the early morning poured down without hindrance, not too strong or glaring, and warmed every corner of the courtyard just right.

Listen carefully, and you can vaguely hear birds chirping in the forest.

But on this sunny day, a little bit of coldness dripped from nowhere, enclosing me airtightly, separating me from my surroundings and everyone.

I suddenly feel cold.

I am cold, very cold.

But no matter how cold it is, this time, no one... will come to hug me.

The author has something to say:

At the moment the rabbi is sitting on a chair and being tortured, so only we can hold this cub (put Sisi in place and stuff it into balls for you

And, this is probably the long-awaited abuse ↑

Maybe it’s not strong enough, I’m not very good at writing abuse, and it’s not long, because I’m essentially a sweet essay contestant—A—(Smelly shameless

So now, apart from Master, Allen, and Rabbi, Mama Lin, who can barely be counted as a component of the safety lock, is gone.

Here at the headquarters, Sisi was really, thoroughly, the only one left.

As for George, this is his penultimate appearance, and the day of his next appearance will be his dog leash.

Then there is what the rabbi wants to show Sisi, which is the little notebook above that is full of various graffiti ↑

It's not to give her away, but just the childish mentality of wanting to show off, want to make a fuss, and want to be praised.

It must be considered sugar here, but the timing of seeing it is not right(?)

If you saw it at another time, it would probably be two people discussing, "Is it true that your family can remember every detail no matter how long or small it is...?" whispering with anticipation

Routine request for comments——

Speaking of which, I only found out today that long speeches are very annoying, and I have endured my long speeches every time. Lovely ones, you are so angelic, I love you, boboha!

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