[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Kuros staggered and turned through several streets, his pace gradually became steady, and finally turned into a deep alley.

"Stop! Hey, you little bastards, stop!"

Following the woman's scolding, three disheveled little boys suddenly burst out from a shop in front, and happily ran towards the entrance of the alley.When Kuros turned sideways to make way, he saw that each of them was holding a few big apples in their arms.Red, like their little cheeks.

Only then did the owner raise his broom and chase after him.

"Which family's bastard?! Itchy skin really..."

"Hey, forget it." Kuros stopped her, and took out a few coins from his pocket, "Don't worry about the group of children, I just have some change here, you take it."

"This...how can this be done!" The shopkeeper withdrew his gaze from the direction of the alley, and looked at the man in front of him in surprise.

"Okay, okay," Kuros said carelessly, pulling the owner back to the fruit stand, "How about I get another apple?"

As he spoke, he picked one at random, wiped it casually with his sleeve, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it.

"Well, it's pretty sweet!" Kuros nodded, turned and left, "Thanks!"

The shopkeeper stared blankly at the back of the man leaving, as if watching a monster.

"Oh, this money is not enough!"

The shopkeeper finally realized it later.

This alley is very old.The storefront is old, and the owner has changed again and again. The grocery store in those days has become the fruit stand now.The rubble and wall tiles are full of traces of the passage of time.However, no matter how the shape changes, the peaceful atmosphere has never changed.

Perhaps, only people have changed.

Kuros thought so.

When he was asked about that person in the box of the tavern just now, he rarely remembered some past events.Allen's reaction at that time was as he expected, not shocked, but not calm.He knew that this day would come sooner or later, he always knew it.

But can't tell him all.Whether it's those old things, or all about Sman.If that stinky boy knew what the sect did to Siman, he would definitely not sit idly by.The church's current attitude towards Allen is very subtle, and perhaps maintaining the status quo is the best choice.

After turning another fork, Kuros took out his lighter and lit a cigarette.When he raised his head, his footsteps paused.

In front of it was a garbage dump, with many plastic bags and waste cardboard boxes, as well as some rotten and smelly fruit peels.A few flies are happily wandering in this deserted paradise.

If I remember correctly, there used to be a work shed.

many years ago.

……

The sun is scorching like fire, and the cicadas are making a lot of noise.

The three young men half squatted under the shabby work shed panting for breath, propped their hands on their knees, beads of sweat dripped on the concrete floor, soaked in, and soon faded under the scorching heat.

The tallest one slowed down first, shook off the sweat on his forehead, walked to the water pipe beside him, unscrewed it, and put his head down.

After Gududu had a good drink, the boy wiped his face and turned around.

"I'm starving to death, eat and eat!" He opened a bag of bread as he said that, "You old man, glasses, don't look at them. It's impossible to catch up after so many circles."

"I'm not afraid of him when I come here," the other two had already started looking for something to fill their stomachs, and the slightly fatter one waved his hand disdainfully, "I'm not afraid of fighting, I'm afraid of not fighting!"

"Then you don't bother to fight every time you fight."

"That's the War Supervisor."

"Dream your big head! The desire to lead is inflated..." The tall man swallowed a big mouthful of food with difficulty, and then said, "Next time, don't share the spoils if you don't work hard."

"There are old men who join the battle," the bespectacled boy who had been silent all this time said, "When I can't fight."

"That's what it should be," the tall man picked up a smoked black sausage again, "You are the chief of staff, and you fight with your brain, unlike him..."

As he spoke, he pointed at the person next to him with a sausage.

"What's wrong with me," the other party quickly interrupted him, "I fight more fiercely than you..."

"Hey, glasses, have you developed any new weapons?" The tall man directly chose to ignore it, and changed the topic and object quite naturally.

"It's still testing, it's not powerful enough." The glasses pushed the glasses, and replied purely, "Throwing it into the pond can only explode 38.5 fish."

"Five o'clock?"

"Drunkard, don't interrupt..." The old man rolled his eyes at the other party, then turned around and asked again, "What's going on at five o'clock?"

"I'm not completely dizzy, let me run away."

"That's not bad, 38... How big are the fish?"

"Probably..." Just as he was gesturing with his glasses, he could hear the noise coming from the alley.

The three stretched their necks in unison to look over, and vaguely saw some uniforms.

"Hmph, it's those bandits again." The old man cursed angrily.

"Don't get stuck there, hide away..." The drunkard pulled him.

So the three of them neatly packed up the big and small bags, and quickly shrank behind a wooden box, looking out from the gap.

That group of city management officers was yelling from door to door, smashing some tables and chairs with batons from time to time, and demanding security management fees from those small businesses.

What?You said protection fee?No, no, of course not, they are the police, public servants of the people, how could they collect protection money.

At this time, the public servant had already reached the end of the alley, very close to the work shed where the three of them were hiding.

"What? No? X's..."

There was a sound of yelling and scolding, and the sound of glass breaking one after another, and then a skinny uncle was pushed out and fell to the ground.

"Police... Police officer, please be accommodating," the uncle tremblingly begged for mercy, with a trembling voice, "There really isn't much business these days..."

"Fuck you!" A public servant stepped forward and swung his feet, "It's a useless old thing."

A group of people cursed and cursed for a while, but seeing that there was really nothing to squeeze out, they finally gave up legal education and continued to walk this way.At the end, I don't forget to reward the uncle with a few mouthfuls of spittle from the people's servants.

The three of them saw the whole process clearly behind the wooden box, their fists clenched.

"The police are supposed to catch bad guys, aren't they?" Glasses whispered, "What is this now?"

"There are no good or bad people in the world," the old man sneered disapprovingly, "only our own people and enemies."

"Friends and enemies." The alcoholic corrected him.

At this time, the people's servant had already walked outside the workshop in front of the shed, and the eyes of the three of them were all tight.

After another round of legal education, the mother and daughter were reasonably sensible and obediently fulfilled their duties as taxpayers.But the people's servants appreciated the mother's beauty very much, and when they wanted to communicate further, she quit.During the scuffle, the young daughter cried and let go of her mother, but was thrown to the ground brutally, with some blood oozing from her forehead.

The drunkard was about to rush out, but was stopped by the two.

"They still have guns." The old man pressed his shoulder.

The drunkard frowned tightly, staring at the scuffling person from a distance, as if he wanted to burn a hole in the opponent's head with his gaze.

In the past, they often brought food to them, and the woman who borrowed their place to live was already torn by several big men.The little girl who often smiled and said to them, "Brother, this is for you" was sitting on the ground in disgrace, covering her bruised forehead and crying loudly.

He heard the old man say in his ear: You can't control it, this kind of thing is too common.

Compared to the noise at the other end, the backside of the wooden box was extremely quiet.

Under the scorching sun, the hot wind swayed the branches, and the cicadas were singing in the distance, and I don't know who they were singing for.