[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Chapter 141 Chapter 141

Time always flows in its own way, regardless of grievances, regardless of prosperity and decline, and never stops for a moment.

The city is still what it used to be, and the churches and beliefs are well preserved.Not many people know what happened on the roof of the westernmost church, and not many people know what kind of world and what kind of splendor it has experienced under that spire.

Once the truth of the Holy Project was revealed, there was an uproar in the church.Such appalling inside stories made the black sect no longer have a foothold on the side of justice.More and more people chose to quit, and the police station was busy clearing up their ties, so this once powerful organization finally collapsed.

However, the protagonists of this series of events withdrew from the stage early.

After that day, Allen never saw Tiqi again.No one came to the cabin, and it looked empty.Mana's belongings were wrapped up by him and buried next to the tomb, together with the two copied scores.He stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, with one hand in his pocket, holding the crumpled note.

He found it lying in the closet when he returned to the cabin the night before the final act.There is only one sentence written above.

"I'm waiting for your answer."

got windy.The trees swayed and made a soft noise.And when the silence returned, the cemetery was already empty.

But at this moment, the cafeteria at the former site of the Intelligence Bureau was full of commotion.

After the disbandment of the religious order, everyone will go their separate ways. Some want to go back to their hometowns, some want to go to other cities, and some plan to stay and join the reorganized police station to continue to guard their beliefs.Later, I don’t know who proposed to have a breakup meal, so that Chef Jerry can show his skills again, so everyone hit it off and came back here.

Everyone had a great time eating and drinking, no matter if they were friends with each other, strangers or even quarrelsome, they were all clean and crisp.

Compared to the chattering and laughing here, which was full of noise, the minister's office on the other side was very quiet.

Except for the file cabinet that has been evacuated, everything here is still the same.Fu paced slowly, stroking the dusty desk with her fingertips, and finally she stopped, looking at the hanging portrait on the wall with a stinky smile, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Hey, I've grown taller..."

She said softly.

"Idiot Mo."

……

"Ha, I won again! Drink!" The rabbi smiled, and the other party begged for mercy just as he was about to refill the drink.

"I won't come, I won't come, no one can beat you with this punch..."

"It's just luck. Come again!" The rabbi still refused to give up, and muttered while drinking, "Speaking of which I ate so much today, why isn't that big eater Allen here?"

……

The wheat fields in late spring are full of vitality, and the sunshine is surprisingly good.

The man in front of the easel leaned slightly, and in front of him was a painting with only a few strokes.He just looked at it for a while, as if he was thinking about how to deal with the large blank space.

Just as he was walking, the man let go of his hand, and the paintbrush suddenly fell down.However, when he came back to his senses and was about to bend over to pick it up, a hand suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

The paintbrush was gently picked up and handed over like this.

He didn't answer, just grabbed the hand holding the pen and pulled it suddenly, the boy suddenly lost his balance and fell into his arms.

That's the weight of his life.

……

Fresh bouquets were placed in front of the grave, a bunch of cosmos and a bunch of gladioli.

It seemed to be the first time that the two came to sweep the grave together.

"Smoking in the cemetery, do you dare to respect the dead?"

"I'm used to it." Kuros took another puff of cigarette without repentance, and said, "Besides, he won't mind this."

The illusory smoke slowly dissipated, and soon disappeared. The two looked at the name on the tombstone, and no one spoke for a long time.The small silver piece was still held by the Millennium Earl, slowly caressing it.

"What's your plan for the future?" The person who was still puffing up the clouds suddenly asked.

"Leave." The person on the side answered concisely, "I will never come back to this city in the future."

"Where's Noah?"

"Disbanded."

"...It really doesn't look like something you would do."

"After so many years, I have everything I should have, and I'm tired of it." The Earl of the Millennium sighed uncharacteristically, and said, "Good old people like him are dead, but we two villains are still alive. If there is If any god exists, he must be blind."

"Don't confuse me with you," Kulos said quickly, "You are the only villain standing here now."

"Just you old pervert and old drunkard, what kind of gentleman are you pretending to be?"

"Speaking of... the tape contained more than melody. What did Mana say?"

"forget."

"You old fellow, don't be ignorant of good and evil. I found the clue."

"Who knows..."

The small silver piece finally peeled off its shell, revealing a translucent crystal that reflected some brilliance in the sunlight.With a firm hand, and then slowly spreading it out, only fine powder remained in the palm.

A gust of wind blew up the powder, dissipated, and drifted away one after another. Accompanied by a butterfly dancing with the wind, it crossed the treetops, swept across the stream, and finally flew into a large field. Layers of wheat waves swayed with the wind, showing the The only place to stay.The butterfly flew down, just so silently, and stopped at the corner of the drawing paper.

The sky is bright and clear, the sun warms the spring breeze, and the colors are colorful, and in the last blank space, two overlapping figures are outlined.

One butterfly, two shadows, three loves.

In this world, there will never be a more beautiful picture than this.

Now, isn't the answer here?

(End of the article)

The author has something to say:

There is always a day when the story is told.But it's not the end of the day.

Parallel lines have no intersection and likewise no end.

Life, for you, for me, for them, is still going on.

Thanks to everyone who came together in the story and outside.