The Devil of the Walking Street

11.

According to the two people's current positions, there is really no need to worry about whether the other party will bombard themselves behind their backs when they are not paying attention.

But whether it has ulterior motives or not is uncertain.

Swell went out again.

Everything that can be counted has been checked a long time ago, but nothing was found.

Want to go to his room?

Standing in front of the closed door of Swell's bedroom, Lan Ming's eyebrows were tangled together, and he couldn't help feeling sick in his heart.

You can clearly feel the strong holy atmosphere in the room.

The imp took a step back, took a deep breath, and turned the doorknob—no lock.

It might as well be locked.

That way you won't be able to get in.

The furnishing of the room is ordinary, not overly tidy, nor dirty and disorderly.

Every object here has a strong sense of existence in front of Lan Ming - the blessed clothes hanger, the bedside lamp with engraved inscriptions, and probably a computer desk that has been baptized.

The little devil was like a trapped animal, circling aimlessly in a circle, feeling extremely irritable.

It was as if a fly was buzzing non-stop in the brain.

How boring the Archbishop is!Isn't it just a few pieces of furniture?Is it worth it?

The router light is blinking green.Next to the computer desk is a huge wooden bookshelf, which occupies almost one-third of the entire bedroom.

Lan Ming stepped forward, trying his best to ignore the computer desk that had been baptized.His slender index finger flicked over every book on the bookshelf—"The Bible", "The Interpretation of Dreams", "The Weakness of Human Nature", "Naruto Shippuden", "Heidi's Sexology Report"...

It's all kind of a mess.

"Aren't you here..."

"What are you looking for?"

Lan Ming was startled by the man who suddenly appeared at the door. He turned around suddenly and knocked off the router beside the table.

The plastic product "slapped" to the ground, tearing off the not-so-long network cable.

The year-round router finally has a moment of rest.

However, before it had time to lower the scalding temperature, Lan picked it up again and plugged it back into the network cable: "Look for a book to read."

"So did you find it? What do you want to see?" Swell leaned against the door with folded arms.

"No." Lan Ming waved his hand: "Your taste is very strange."

"Really?..." Swell stopped the little devil who was about to leave the room: "Didn't you enjoy reading it a few days ago?" He was referring to the book "The Domineering Bishop Falls in Love with Me".

"Oh, that book is indeed well written."

The man smiled, leaning on the door with one hand, relying on his height advantage to look down at the other party: "Don't you feel sick? Every item here?"

"I just came in to take a look. You didn't lock the door yourself." Lan Ming narrowed his eyes.

Swell chuckled, and pulled out a brown paper envelope from the bookshelf: "I forgot to show you something."

He opened the envelope, and inside were a few yellowed black-and-white photos, some of which were old.

Without exception, the protagonist is the boy in front of him.

Some fell asleep unsuspectingly, some looked vigilant, and some looked at the sky comfortably...

It can be seen that they are all sneak shots.

Lan Ming's face turned cold instantly.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't take the photo." The man walked into the room and sat down at the computer desk, holding his curly short brown hair with one hand: "To tell the truth, it came from you. "

The so-called "where you are" doesn't just refer to demons.

And werewolves, witches, vampires, etc.

Lan Ming narrowed his eyes: "Is that so..."

"It seems that you already have someone in mind..." Swell turned on the computer and moved his fingers: "Could it be some perverted stalker who has had a crush on you for a long time? It is said that there are many such photos."

"...Then why do you have it?"

"Haha..." The man sneered: "The church occasionally cooperates with demons. These photos of you don't seem to be a secret among them. But you don't fit in, of course you don't know."

The little devil gritted his teeth.

Swell opened the steam login interface: "Could it be related to your so-called enemy...?"

Lan Ming didn't speak, but put the photo back into the envelope and put it away by himself.

The man was a little surprised by his calm behavior: "Aren't you angry?"

Lan Ming looked disdainful: "The photo is pretty cool, why should I feel sorry for my own photo?"

12.

Everything goes wrong.

Lan Ming was walking on the pedestrian street, holding two skewers of grilled wings in honey sauce.

While he was thinking about the menu for tonight, a little foreign girl who only reached his waist stood in the way.

Her long brown curly hair was placed in front of her long white down jacket, black tights and brown snow boots, her angelic delicate white face was smiling, and her gray pupils were staring straight at Lan Ming, who had a bad complexion.

Her cheeks were flushed, as if she had been waiting for a long time: "Hi~"

The hot air exhaled turned into white water mist when it met the cold, blurring her face.

She held out her hands to the boy.

A passerby's voice came from not far away: "What a beautiful little girl."

Out of the corner of his eye, Lan Ming saw that someone had already taken out their mobile phone to take pictures, so he picked up the girl and walked outside.

"Igetyou~" The doll-like girl leaned on Lan Ming's shoulders, her voice soft and sweet.

Lan Ming asked in English, "Why are you here, Weiji?"

"Guess~" The girl named Weiji grabbed Lan Ming's hat: "What kind of ridiculous outfit is this? Cat ears are cute?"

Lan Ming ignored him and strode towards the security booth outside the pedestrian street.

Seeing this, the girl quickly tugged at his clothes: "Stop! Where are you taking me?!"

The little devil pushed open the door of the security booth. There was sufficient heating in the room. He stepped in and said to the man in uniform, "Uncle policeman, she said that she and her family were lost."

"Hey! What did you tell him?!"

Lan Ming pressed her struggling body, with a worried expression on his face: "She is very scared and wants to wait for her mother here."

"What are you doing?! Lan Ming, what do you mean!"

The police uncle saw that the two of them were chattering after a while, and could only vaguely hear a few words, so he nodded and signaled Lan Ming to put her down.

No longer acting innocent and harmless: "Wait a minute! Let's make a deal!" The little girl clasped the little devil's clothes tightly with both hands, and whispered in English unwillingly in his ear: "I didn't expect to meet You, let me draw a tube of your blood, and I will not tell him your whereabouts."

Lan Ming paused, put Wei Ji down, raised his head and said to the policeman, "She is arguing for candy, she must be spoiled."

The police uncle understood: "I remember there is a bag of big white rabbits in my room." After saying that, he walked into the security booth.

"Thank you." Lan Ming evoked an extremely sarcastic smile at Vigil, turned around and left.

Why are you willing to let him go like this?

The doll girl shook her hand, and suddenly a hollow plastic cylinder about half a finger long appeared in her right hand, stabbing at the back of the boy's hand.

Without looking at it, Lan Ming grabbed the girl's wrist with his backhand, grabbed the small object in her hand amidst her screams of pain, dropped it to the ground, and stepped on it.

The crackling sound of plastic shattering felt like it was crushing her heart.

"Byebye~" The boy's tone was teasing, but Vigil couldn't help but take a small step back.

With a victorious smile, Lan Ming closed the door softly, separating the warmth of the room from the cold wind.

"Shit!"

"Hey!" This sentence was understood, and the police uncle who had just walked out handed the toffee to Wei Ji: "How can a little girl say dirty words?"

13.

Lan Ming returned to the attic, but the busy man Swell was still not there.

His shoulders drooped, and his thin back carried an indescribable loneliness.Raising his head, as if making some kind of decision, he opened the door of his room, took out the hiking bag under the bed, and began to pack his luggage.

I didn't bring many things with me at the beginning, and I didn't buy a change of clothes later, because Lan Ming, the idler, washed it every day.

He picked up a beige scarf from the head of the bed - it was given to him by Swell.

As a reward for helping to take wedding photos.

Although that time the man lost his precious motorcycle.

Lan Ming hugged his hiking bag and sat down heavily on the small sofa in the attic living room.

His brain was confused, he simply put on the cat ear hat, stared at the wall and started to daze.

Are you leaving?

Although I have only lived here for just over a month, I am more at ease than ever.

Even though the landlord is very unreliable...but surprisingly nice guy.

[Congratulations to Swell for getting the "Good Person Card" X1]

Here... it's like having a home.

The little devil rubbed his face irritably, his heart was in a mess.

Sitting for half an hour, it was not until the phone vibrated wildly in the purse that the thoughts far away from Jiuxiao came back.

[Master Landlord: Don't run around at night, wait for me to come back and eat hot pot. 】

Lan Ming was stunned, he clicked on the message but didn't know what to reply, unconsciously stared at the text message in a daze again, when the screen went black, he clicked on it, continued to be in a daze, then blacked out, clicked on again, went dark again, clicked on again open……

The Sogou input method was so molested, it was finally overwhelmed, and it ended itself.

["Sogou Input Method" has no response! 】

"..."

The little devil gritted his teeth and uninstalled it, and replaced it with the input method that comes with the system.

The thumbs of both hands flickered on the screen a few times, and then pressed down:

[Thank you, I'm going to trouble you. 】

Lan Ming sighed, put the hiking bag back into the room, threw himself on the bed, and simply started to take a nap.

Something really happened... Let the landlord go out and block it.

The little devil thought so, without any regard for the wishes of the person involved.