The Devil of the Walking Street

22.

After dismissing a group of cheering employees, Swell slowly closed the door of the church under the surprised eyes of the grocer across the street—and locked it.

Holding his laptop in his arms, he walked to the attic with a heavy heart.

But when he was halfway up the stairs, he stopped suddenly.

This seems to be too timid.

The strange self-esteem in his heart caused Swell to return to the first floor of the church, and under the eyes of the grocer's aunt who was even more surprised, he opened the door of the church again, and the two opposite doors were completely opened to the bottom-this is only held Large-scale events, or a gesture that will only be presented when used as a wedding venue.

This is a bit ugly and mischievous.

Oh, no, Archbishop Swell is not ugly.

When Swell returned to the attic, Lan Ming had just woken up. He didn't even change his pajamas. He was lying on the sofa with his messy black hair playing with his mobile phone. The archbishop was so hot that he took off the windbreaker he was wearing outside: "You secretly turned on the air conditioner when I was gone? Do you know how expensive the electricity bill is now?"

The warm air from the air conditioner swept over, and Lan Ming squinted his eyes comfortably and rubbed on the sofa: "The air conditioner will accumulate dust after a long time of use, a lot of dust, and you don't have an air conditioner cover. I'm just helping you."

Swell snorted softly at his almost rogue speech: "I'm not going to be an example. Get up, I have something to ask you."

"What?" The little devil didn't want to move, he just turned his head, but found that he couldn't see anything with his position, so he stopped trying to torture his neck: "If you have something to say, hurry up."

Reluctantly, Siweier stepped up a long leg and stepped over the low sofa, also directly over Lan Ming's body: "Get up."

Lan Ming had no choice but to sit up and move his position to make room for the man.

Swell: "Well, don't you think about explaining it?"

Lan Ming saw the fragments of newspaper in the man's hand, and then realized that the man's bird's nest-like hairstyle no longer had a rose in a wine glass. His expression was not very surprised, but it was filled with regret and regret: "There are too many things that can be explained. Now, where do you want to start?"

"Let's start with the flowers." Swell put the newspaper fragments on the coffee table: "Do you need to prepare a glass of water for you?"

"Orange juice, hot, thank you."

"There are so many demands..."

In the end, the little devil still drank the orange juice, which was actually not a big deal. Hot water and granules were available in the attic. It mainly depended on whether Swell was willing to make more trouble.

"I learned that wine glass rose from someone else." Lan Ming glanced at the unused newspapers that had been piled aside randomly: "It doesn't matter what material you use, but it needs to be processed before folding so that it can withstand the darkness." the power of."

Indeed, when the rose shattered, a burst of black mist suddenly burst out.

The man nodded, motioning for the other party to continue talking.

"Its purpose, you can understand it as the 'Guardian' spell on the side of the church, and it's also a bit similar to a doll. It's just time-sensitive, and it will be completely destroyed after being used once—but before that, even Its 'guarding' function has failed, as long as it is not destroyed, it can also be used as a decoration." The little devil supported his head and sighed long: "What broke it?"

Swell thought of the bullet casings that fell on the ground: "Sniper rifle. It's coming at me."

Probably some enemy of the church, somehow found out about his seclusion in China... But there are so many ordinary people here, isn't the other party afraid to recruit people from the "Special Population Association"?

The man nodded his forehead, and began to think about whether his deadly enemy was still alive.

"That's not right..." Lan Ming's tone seemed to be full of helplessness, but Swell seemed to be a little at a loss from it: "It's coming for me... I'm sorry, but you were involved in the end." gone."

He covered his face, feeling that his already small brain was forcefully stuffed into an undecipherable garbled code.

In the beginning, I came here to beg for support with a shameless face, wasn't it just to get into this troubled water with Archbishop Swell, why do I regret it now?

It seemed that someone was arguing fiercely in his mind, and he felt desperate for his easy shaking.

"Ahh..." Swell didn't care much about it: "Didn't you say that at the beginning, I thought we were already friends." He thought for a while and continued: "Then, what do you mean? , Today, this person is very likely to be the person you have been hiding from, uh, that Cameron’s Patriarch?”

"Yes……"

In this case, the other party probably regarded himself as the same as the little devil in front of him.

Swell searched for information about the Cameron family in the depths of his memory.

In my impression, he should be a quite calm and friendly man, why is he so impatient today, he chose to do it directly on the pedestrian street?Anyway, you have to pick a small dark and damp corner, right?

He suddenly realized something: "How long have you been running away?"

"Can you stop using such a useless word as 'escape'? I just don't want to see him!" The little devil has been wagging its tail restlessly since the beginning, which in a sense reflects its owner's anxious mood at the moment: " It's been ten years..."

The archbishop felt that he was shocked: "The head of Cameron can let you such a little thing run for more than ten years? Even if this is China...isn't it too incompetent?"

Lan Ming exploded: "What do you mean?!"

Swell: "Literally... Is he really your enemy? I always feel that something is not right..."

Lan Ming: "Don't forget that he almost killed you today! I saved you, okay?!"

The little devil stared at each other angrily, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he was really dissatisfied with Swell's ungrateful attitude-although this disaster was caused by himself.

Seeing that he looked like a kitten, the man felt that his strange cute spots had been poked for no reason, and his heart itched unbearably. Like Shun Mao: "That's true, thank you."

The little devil got goosebumps from being touched, and quickly broke free from his embrace, and sat down with the rogue bishop by the way: "It's too late to regret it now."

He squinted his eyes slightly, and his tail still swayed occasionally. Although the archbishop hadn't specifically studied what the frequency and method of the demon's tail swayed, he believed that the other party's mood should have eased up a little at the moment.

The winter afternoon sun shines on the two of them through the clear glass windows, and the soft air-conditioning wind caresses Swell's heart like a lover's hand. At that moment, he suddenly feels that in his long life, there is also A place to look forward to.

Like a ghost, he gently approached the little devil's soft black hair, but unexpectedly, he wanted to be noticed by the other party. Lan Ming suddenly turned his head and looked at the archbishop who was less than ten centimeters away from him with vigilance: "What are you doing?"

Swell suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately cursed himself for being obsessed with ghosts. He quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the blue sky outside the attic: "Let's talk about what happened. I've never been afraid of anyone."

and……

The archbishop smiled charmingly, and his painting style changed instantly: "Being shot in such a vague way... I haven't figured out what to do yet."

At that moment, he seemed to have returned to that dusty battlefield again.

Admired by tens of millions of believers in the church, he is called the man closest to God. He has never had a heart of compassion and compassion like God.

Lan Ming was overwhelmed by his sudden domineering aura, and after sighing, he felt a little more confident: "Then what are you going to do?"

How to do?

Being asked such a question, Swell was stuck.

Living here on the Pedestrian Street was originally intended to hide in the city and no longer care about the bad things in the church. Occasionally, the bubble guy/girl goes to nightclubs, so that I can exhaust my enthusiasm for life, and then pick a good day and auspicious day to end myself.

Brother has a church, facing the sea of ​​people, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

So now Lan Ming told Swell that for the sake of peace in the pedestrian street, the two would join hands to defeat the patriarch of the Cameron family. He really didn't know what to do as the kissing group was far away on the other side of the ocean.

Swell hesitated and said, "Eh... Maybe he is alone like us? This is China."

"..." Lan Ming felt that the other party was too unreliable: "Renault's behavior today is to demonstrate to you, he must be ready."

The archbishop didn't know how many times he was silent today.

Looking at the other party's tangled expression, Lan Ming began to wonder if it would be more reasonable to run away now.

The archbishop contemplated for a long time, and finally managed to say: "Hey, let's change the subject—how did you know he was coming today..."

"..." Originally thinking that the other party would give some constructive suggestions, the little devil forcefully swallowed a mouthful of fishy sweetness stuck in his throat, almost causing internal injuries.He took a deep breath, took a breath, and swept the fragments of newspaper on the coffee table into the trash can: "I didn't know he would make trouble today... It's just that I felt flustered for no reason yesterday." Didn't expect it to actually come in handy.

Thinking of this, the little devil's tail drooped again.

It would be nice if it didn't work.

"So this is the sixth sense of animals?" Swell looked at the two dark red devil horns on Lan Ming's head.

"Otherwise, how do you think I have been running away for more than ten years..." The little devil pretended not to hear the word "animal".

Swell shrugged helplessly: "Let's take one step at a time. Could it be that he can bring the pedestrian street over?"

Lan Ming was worried, but he could only admit that the two of them could only passively follow the sequence of events in the current situation.

With that guy's character, what happened today, he really wanted to kill Swell.

Without success, it turned into a demonstration.

If it succeeds... Lan Ming didn't dare to think about it.

Or leave?

However, I finally found it, and it feels like home.

The memory suddenly drifted back to the past. Along the way, he seemed to have been forced to get lost in the cycle of "gaining and then losing". Fork in the road, and when I turn back, I find that the road behind me has been swallowed up by darkness, and I have a choice, so I can only be forced to move forward.

"Don't think about what's there or what's not."

Although he didn't understand why the other party suddenly became quiet, but he must not be thinking of anything good, Swell suddenly put his right hand around the little devil's shoulders, and pressed him into his arms.

The little devil was frightened by his sudden movement, and struggled quickly, but found that the other party's attitude was surprisingly tough, so he could only lean against the archbishop's chest sullenly.

There was a voice in his chest shaking beside Lan Ming's ear: "Don't forget, what kind of title Archbishop Swell once had."

"...the man closest to God."

That's right, when this man was active on the battlefield, he was no less than a war machine, and was given this almost blindly worship-like title by the people of the church.

"That's fine." Swell touched the head of the person in his arms, and rubbed against his dark red devil horns maliciously, causing Lan Ming to shrink his neck: "I'm still in this muddy water."

This pose is really bad.

Lan Ming thought about it, but his body couldn't help but relax.

This time, let yourself hide behind him.

Although he calmed down the other party for the time being, the archbishop still felt like a broken vase in his heart, with no foundation at all.

I ask you how much you can worry, lying on the gun without relatives and friends.

Just when the two were sinking into an "unspeakable" atmosphere.

Swell had a flash of inspiration, he opened his cell phone address book, and showed off to the little devil in his arms: "That's right! I just found the phone number of China's 'Special Population Association' on the Internet a few days ago."

If he comes to make trouble, we will sue him.

The little devil looked at the long string of numbers starting with "400-" on his mobile phone, and felt that his escape path was dark.