[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Chapter 39: Chapter 39

"I can't get a tow truck right now, so I can get the car at noon tomorrow." Tiqi, who had just taken a shower, came over with two cups of hot milk and sat down, "Stay with me tonight."

"Yeah." Allen nodded, took the cup and watched Tiqi light a cigarette, "Tiqi..."

"Huh?" The other party turned to him with a cigarette in his mouth, revealing his firm chest in the loose bathrobe.

"Smoking is bad for your health." The boy said solemnly.

"People like us still expect to live a long life?" Tikki laughed, "Besides, tobacco and alcohol are men's soul mates."

Allen looked at him like some bad excuse.

"Look," Tiqi took a sip of his cigarette and exhaled into the air.

"What are you looking at?" Allen blinked at the faint smoke and coughed.

"It's all gone, come again. Look carefully," Tiqi took another breath, then pointed with his finger, "Look."

The smoke was exhaled in a small ring shape, gradually dispersed in the air, and finally disappeared.

"Smoke ring?" Allen asked knowingly.

"It's not over." Tiqi took another deep breath of the cigarette, and then let it out.

Not in one breath, but spit out one by one.So Allen saw a series of small smoke rings popping out, and thought it was cute and funny, so he burst out laughing suddenly.

"What are you laughing at?" Tiqi was dissatisfied as if he hadn't seen the expected reaction, and then smiled mysteriously, "I'll show you something amazing." He moved his mouth again as he spoke.

This time Allen was obviously surprised, his eyes widened.Although not quite regular, the faint smoke ring in the sky is indeed a heart shape.

"Heart-shaped?" He asked knowingly again.

"It's great." Tiqi smiled very arrogantly, just like a gold medal athlete showing off his trophy.

"Excellent." Allen said truthfully, his eyes still looking at the empty air.

"That's it?" Tiqi was a little disappointed, he thought the other party's reaction would be more exciting.

"What is it like?" the boy looked at him stupidly.

"Your reaction is too bland," Tiqi said dissatisfied, as if he was aggrieved, "This is my special skill, the scream when I pick up girls in the bar..."

"I'm a man." The boy corrected him angrily.

"Come on, why don't you try too?" Tiqi completely ignored his error correction, took out another cigarette and handed it over, "I'll teach you."

"I don't smoke." Allen didn't answer.

"Learn and learn." Tiqi blamed his uncle for abducting children.

"I don't want to learn." The child refused.

"Didn't you say you were a man just now? Men can smoke." Uncle Wei persisted.

"Nonsense, there are people who don't smoke..."

"Who is as shy as you?" Uncle Wei used the aggressive method, "If you are a man, try it."

"..." The kid fell silent.

"Try." Uncle Wei put the cigarette to the child's mouth.

The kid glared at Uncle Wei angrily, and bit the cigarette holder with his mouth open.

The aggressive method worked.

"Come on, follow me. Take a breath first..."

"Cough cough..."

"Don't suck so fast, take your time, like this..."

"Cough cough..."

"My highest record is [-] consecutive vomits..."

"Cough cough..."

"The shape of the mouth is wrong, it's like this..."

"Cough cough..."

"You still need to practice more. Here, this pack of cigarettes is for you..."

"Cough cough..."

"Come on, try again..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Allen was reluctant at first, but later he developed a competitive heart, the more he refused to admit defeat, the more he refused to admit defeat, the more choked.That embarrassment made Tiqi hold his stomach.

"Ah-choo!" Allen was about to drink water when he sneezed suddenly.

"What, you have a cold?" Tiqi reached out to touch his forehead, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever."

"It's just a sneeze." Allen held his teacup and sniffed.

"Maybe I caught a cold today, go to bed early." Tiqi pulled the quilt and was about to cover him.

"But I'm not sleepy yet." Allen looked at him and blinked his big eyes.

"Then..." Tiqi rolled his eyes, "I'll sing you a lullaby."

"Huh?" A big man singing a lullaby?

At this time, Tiqi had already climbed onto the bed on the other side, wrapping his arms around him from behind, with a gentle breath in his ears.

"Baby, you have to listen carefully, my singing is comparable to Pavarotti."

This man really never forgets to play romance.

Just as he was thinking, the man's nice voice came out softly.It's really Italian.

But what Allen didn't expect was that such a soft and soothing song sang from such a big man's mouth, it was surprisingly pleasant.

Tiki's voice always seems to have a magical power, attracting you to approach, listen to, indulge in it, and be unable to extricate yourself.But it's different when he sings.There is no charm, no confusion, no sense of oppression, his singing is so pure.It is like a clear spring in the mountains, mellow, sweet and refreshing; it is also like a breeze in the clouds, warm, warm and meticulous.It was a kind of confiding that shed all defenses, a kind of pure whisper, a kind of security that was so calm that you had to rely on it.

Alan unconsciously closed his eyes.The arms behind him embraced him, shaking gently with the melody, as light as holding a fragile treasure.The chest is so thick that one leans on it and doesn't want to move away; the embrace is so warm that one doesn't want to wake up once one falls asleep.Allen felt like he had turned back into a little baby, wrapped in endless warmth, gradually filling every corner of his body and mind.

How can there be such a solid embrace and such a beautiful singing voice in this world.

Allen didn't continue to think about it, because he had already fallen asleep in this embrace, amidst the singing, with a childlike smile.

A night without dreams.

The temperature of the morning sun is just right on the eyelids, and the pink and soft piece in the haze, together with the fresh air, nourishes the atrium.

When Allen stretched his waist and walked down the living room, he heard busy sounds from the kitchen.The killer cooks?Allen walked to the door of the kitchen curiously, and poked his head in to have a look.

"Are you awake? Sit down and wait, it will be ready soon." Tiqi wore a gray plaid apron, the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, and the knives were shining brightly by the slender fingers.

He is cutting lettuce.

"Heated milk for you, drink some first." Tiqi added, flipping the fried egg on the pan, "Your toothbrush and towel should be placed in the cabinet next to the sink, take it by yourself."

"Oh." Allen obediently responded, and then ran to wash up.

When I cleaned myself up and sat at the dining table, a cup of hot milk was already placed on the table, filled with white steam.He picked it up and took a sip, the temperature was just right, it didn't burn his mouth but made his whole body warm, obviously kept warm all the time.

Allen sat there idly shaking his calf, occasionally drinking milk or flipping through newspapers, suddenly he felt like the eldest son of a rich family, waiting for someone to serve him with his legs crossed.And the attentive full-time nanny is showing off her knife skills in the kitchen while humming a little song in a good mood.

Sometimes life is too simple to be happy.

In the next second, this happiness was interrupted by a phone call.

When Tiqi answered the phone, Allen was drinking his last sip of milk, and when the word "religion" came to his ears, he suddenly stopped.

"Inside", "Contact", "Operation Tonight".

He heard these few words.

"Did you finish?" Tiqi turned around and asked Allen who appeared at the door, and tore off a page of sticky notes.

"Well, I cleaned the cup, where do I put it?" Allen shook the empty cup in his hand.

"Let's put it on the table first," Tiqi came over with two plates. "Wash your hands and eat, baby."

This person seems to be addicted to this nasty title.

Lying on the plate was a crystal clear poached egg, with crooked eyes drawn with salad dressing, surrounded by a few balls of fried noodles dipped in sauce, a bit like messy hair.

"Well, it looks like it." Allen looked at the poached egg seriously, then looked up at Chef Fan's handsome face, and nodded solemnly to draw a conclusion.

"It's like you too," Tikito raised the plate and pointed to the kitchen with his chin, "There are two more salads, you go and bring them out."

As he said that, he went to the dining table humming a little song.

"How could it be like me? My hair is not like that." Allen followed behind and put the salad on the table, correcting the person who was walking back to the kitchen.

"That's because there is no Shen Yun," Tiqi came back from the kitchen, took off his apron, forked two chicken wings and put them on the plate in front of Allen, "It's like this."

The little chicken wings rest on the bottom of the poached egg face, tilted to the sides, like the little arms of a villain.Looking at this proportion, one can probably imagine the small body size of this poached student.

Allen forked a chicken wing and threw it into his mouth resentfully, staring at the chef seated with round eyes, as if he was biting his arm.

"That's it for me..."

"Of course I know you don't have enough to eat, Nuo—"

Ti Qiyang brought out a basin, yes, it wasn't a bowl but a basin, the biggest salad bowl, which was full of chicken wings.

"and this--"

Another pot, full of fried noodles.

"I seldom eat it at home, and these are the ingredients for now." The chef explained.

Allen blinked, didn't answer, just grabbed another chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing harder.

After a gust of wind swept through the clouds, Tiqi wiped his mouth and stood up.

"I have something to go out, and there is a car to pick you up at the Millennium Park." Tiqi adjusted his tie in the mirror, and then took off his suit jacket, "You can play casually after eating, and I will pick up the car and come back to pick you up at noon."

"Oh." Allen, who stuffed his mouth full of food, replied vaguely.

"Don't miss me too much, baby." The man's tone was full of smiles, followed by the sound of closing the door.

The hand reaching for the chicken wings stopped. Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Allen pulled a few napkins to wipe his hands, and walked to the window with a tea cup in his hand. He saw the figure of a man getting on a car The black car sped away.

I had checked it a few times before I came here. There was no camera installed in this room, and I didn't find it after paying attention last night, so Allen rushed to the kitchen almost immediately.

After a while of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he found three stacks of note paper, white, yellow and green.The green one has a few daily necessities written on it, probably something like a shopping memo; the yellow one is very flat, as if it’s not commonly used; the white one is thinner, and looks a little sunken to the light.

It is it.

Allen quickly found a pencil, put the white sticky note paper on the table and lightly painted on it.

The gray quickly spread on the pale paper, revealing some sunken parts. Allen felt that his heart rate was a little too fast as he watched the information displayed one by one.

"9:30"

"City West Net Fishing Tackle Shop"

"Internal connector..."

The speed of application suddenly slowed down.

"Kanda……"

Pop, the refill broke.

The heartbeat that had been too fast just now was no longer chaotic, because it seemed to stop suddenly at that moment.Allen looked at the paper in his hand and felt cold all over.

Even if he guessed the next word correctly, it couldn't bring him any more anger.

What a familiar word that is.

"……excellent."