Carlos stood up abruptly, the movement was so big that it almost alarmed Gal, he just came back to his senses, forced himself to turn and walk into the bathroom calmly.
Facing himself in the mirror, he whispered a mantra that was divided into two parts. At the end of the first part, Carlos found a looming antler-like pattern under his collarbone, and he frowned. , and then read the second paragraph, a thin white, smoke-like thread protruded from the skin at the antlers, floating in the air.
Carlos stared at the white silk, his face darkened, and after a while, he asked softly, tentatively: "Leo Aldo?"
The silk thread snapped and turned gray, hanging down lifelessly.
Carlos covered his face with one hand, leaned against the smooth tiled wall of the bathroom, and murmured, "It really is you."
Three hours later, the search work was completely stopped, and a group of highly stressed hunters returned to the hotel for a temporary rest. Aldo and Evan were the last to come back. Aldo sat down as soon as he entered the room, although his facial expression seemed Very normal, Louis who had been waiting for him still found that the moment Aldo sat down, there was a fleeting relaxation on his face after exhaustion.
While everyone was not paying attention, Louis walked up to Aldo, bent down and asked in a low voice, "Do you need a rest, sir?"
Aldo waved his hand and said softly: "The shadow demon is very cunning, especially after being seriously injured by us, I asked someone to remove all the monitors and replace it with a new magic circle around it, so that it will not be alarmed. If it appears again, I will will know."
Fortunately, he seldom speaks loudly, so he temporarily concealed his weakness.
Only Carlos, who was standing in the corner, raised his head, and his eyes fell straight on Aldo's face. Aldo seemed to sense it, raised his head, and met his gaze.
Carlos saw that the eyes of this man, who was always invisible, were filled with some kind of expectation, like a person who was about to starve to death, longing for a mouthful of hot soup, but he didn't get the owner's permission. , not even daring to touch... that kind of silent expectation and begging.
But at this moment, an ugly claw appeared out of nowhere, pinched Aldo's chin with the audacity to surprise everyone, and actually forced his head to the side!
Amy immediately sat down next to Aldo: "Don't look at it, don't look at it... look at it! Your eyes are going to fall out, okay? It's fun to be numb in front of everyone, right? Drink this first."
A glass was stuffed into Aldo's hand. He didn't react for a while, and looked at this maverick and courageous therapist in shock.
"It's glucose, you need to replenish your strength," Amy glanced at him critically, "You really should look in the mirror and take a good look at your overindulgent/sexy appearance."
Aldo: "..."
Evan, who was sitting on the side, had a premonition with experience that he might be affected by the fish in the pond, so he moved his butt decisively to take refuge.
"What are you doing? It's just sugar water. It's not poisonous." Amy raised her legs and said, "I heard that His Excellency the Archbishop has a lot of bad records in the history of healers. You won't even cooperate with this?"
Probably because he was so shocked that Aldo didn't say anything, and silently poured a few mouthfuls of the glucose solution in the cup.
Amy winked at him aggressively, and twisted his collar with her fingers: "Do you want me to check your body again?"
"The last person who dared to be so presumptuous with me, do you want to know what happened to him?" Aldo grabbed his fingers expressionlessly and pulled him off his body.
"Well, I think the horror story can be left until dawn." Amy withdrew her hand in a precarious manner, but after thinking about it, she decided to remind him as a therapist, "Of course I still suggest you check For a moment, um... just in case there's a problem—if you die, it doesn't matter who someone belongs to, right?"
"Really?" Aldo had a slightly nasal voice, and gave him a lazily sideways glance, but the words that he said sent chills down the spine, "It doesn't matter, one day, I will drag him to hell with him."
Amy's back froze—even though she had realized that she had been deceived by the image of the sanctimonious archbishop in the history books, it was the first time that she intuitively felt the astonishing hostility of this man.
Aldo's eyelids were a little heavy. At this moment, he realized that Amy might have given him something to calm his nerves. He raised his eyes and glanced at Amy. Aldo warned in a low voice, "If someone touches me while I'm asleep , the consequences will be serious, I'm not joking."
Amy reviewed the current affairs with a green face and said: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have been slapping the tiger's butt. I was warned and still groped."
"Call Carl over here," Aldo complained casually, "The mosquito repellent on your body gave me a headache."
Emmy: "..."
I really want to throw the ashtray on this man's head, how can there be such a hateful person in the world!
When Amy went to Carlos, he was whispering to Louis about the Shadow Demon.
"It feels a little strange to me," Carlos said, "but I can't say it out. Anyway, you'd better be careful. From now on, don't act alone."
Louis was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly reacted: "Yes... If this shadow demon ate the memory of that old Krystal, does it know about the key?"
"If that's the case, I can't figure out why the key fell into the belly of the drummer," Carlos frowned, "and what happened to the black fish? Why didn't the shadow demon track down the key, but followed it all the way?" Priest Krystal?"
Louis thought for a while: "Why don't I take someone to visit this Priest Kleisto?"
Carlos hesitated for a moment—he knew that although Louis was serious enough to be a bit rigid, he was not an old antique who could not deal with people, otherwise Mr. Sculler would not be able to hand over the administrative management to him, so he nodded: "If possible , find someone to watch him."
"By the way, put on more clothes." Amy interjected/entered.
Before Louis could turn around, he crashed into the coat unfolded in Amy's hand. It looked as if he was wrapped in clothes by the other party, and Louis was so embarrassed that he was about to explode—Ping An The sudden forced kiss at night has not been explained clearly yet!
"No need." Louis avoided him without looking.
"Going out in the early morning is the easiest time to catch a cold." Amy held the clothes and handed them forward. "Although Mr. Louis catches a cold, it is very tempting to lie on the bed and let others deal with it, but still..."
"I said no!" Louis patted his hand away, tightened his coat with low pressure, and strode out with an ugly face.
For Louis, it was simply impossible to accept people like Amy—the person that Instructor Meguert hated most in his life to be a sensationalist. In his eyes, Amy was no longer absurd, but absurd.
Amy's hand was hanging in the air. For a moment, Carlos almost thought that he saw a little sadness on the face with heavy makeup so that the nose and mouth could not be distinguished. Who knew that the next moment, the heavy coat in Amy's therapist's hand With a choking smell, it rushed towards his face and fell into his arms.
Carlos immediately took a step back, turned his head and sneezed loudly.
"Tsk," Amy looked at him with a toothache, "you two are really a couple, you are so unlovable."
Carlos rubbed his nose and muttered, "As if I wanted to sneeze."
Amy looked at him unhappily: "That's why you have a problem with the nasal mucosa, come to me some time to check your delicate nostrils—whoever asked me to come to you, he just drank a glass of glucose supplemented , was brought down by me."
Carlos followed his gaze to look at Aldo, who was on the sofa with his hands folded on his stomach and his head tilted to one side, and his tongue tied: "You... what?"
"What's the big deal?" Amy waved her hand impatiently, "You've been knocked down by me before, don't be so rare."
Carlos: "..."
"Don't let others touch him when he's asleep, does he think he's a girl with a chastity ring? Everyone is thinking about his noble butt?" Amy muttered dissatisfiedly, and kicked Carlos who was stunned with the back of her foot. Feet, "And why are you an exception? Don't tell me it's a telepathy!"
"I was his therapist," Carlos replied dryly.
Amy was taken aback, and then asked: "Didn't you get kicked out during the internship period, so you can only change careers as a hunter?"
"So it's just his exclusive therapist." Carlos twitched the corner of his mouth, "And hunters are such a shameful profession, Mr. Berg... Well, don't step on my feet, you are overweight! Ma'am, ma'am okay?"
"Oh, that's how it is." Amy paused and said with emotion, "It's not easy for him to live to this day, no wonder he's abnormal."
Carlos realized he couldn't afford to mess with him and ran away.
Amy looked at Carlos carrying that ridiculous coat, hesitated for a long time before walking over slowly, put it on Aldo lightly, and then, as if she was used to doing this, she took the corner of the coat Flatten it, hold Aldo's shoulders, slowly let him lie down, take off his coat, roll it up, and stuff it under his head as a pillow.
A series of actions, so natural that it seems to have been done millions of times.
Amy leaned against the corner and lit a cigarette for herself—look, he was once surprised that others were pushed away again and again just like him. At least there are memories to talk about as comfort.
What is this for yourself? Amy flicked the cigarette ash and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Sometimes when he disgusted Louis, it was really a bit deliberate, hoping that maybe one day, he would see himself clearly from the increasingly disgusting eyes of the other party, and he would give up and stop pestering him.
And in this way, maybe... no one will think that he is actually pursuing Louis seriously, right
What a great idea.
When Aldo woke up, everyone had dispersed, rested, and went out. Before he opened his eyes, he frowned—the clothes covering him had a lingering "mosquito repellent" effect. Potion" taste.
Aldo sat up and pulled the thing aside in disgust, only to realize that Carlos was sitting in front of the monitor with his back facing him, his head propped on one hand, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
It wasn't until he walked over lightly that he realized that Carlos had his eyes open.
The green-eyed man sat there expressionlessly, as if in a daze, staring at a certain grid of the laptop keyboard with a dim expression.
"Card… "
Carlos suddenly grabbed his left wrist.
For a person like Aldo who has the conditions to be a hooligan, and who has no conditions to create the conditions to be a hooligan, this is simply a wish. His normal reaction should be to wrap his fingers around it in the next second, and then bend down to circle him. In the chair, while the iron is hot, ask for a kiss or something.
But Aldo seemed to be scalded, and suddenly pulled his hand back.
Carlos squeezed all the veins on the back of his hand, but Aldo didn't twitch. Carlos raised his head slightly, his eyes were covered by the shadow of the brim of his hat, and it looked almost dark black. He opened Aldo's fingers without saying a word, and said briefly to his palm: "come out."
This is not a spell, but it makes people clearly feel the field formed by the spell around him. A faint scar slowly appeared on the skin of Aldo's palm, and disappeared out of thin air after a while.
"That's it?" Carlos looked up at him. "And the injury under my ribs?"
Aldo sighed, stretched out his other hand, gently stroked the soft long hair on the back of his neck, and whispered, "I am willing."
Carlos stared into his eyes, reached into his trouser pocket, and a piece of black object fell out and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"The horn of the shadow demon," Carlos said softly, "the treasure that manipulates the dream was originally a means of healing. In extreme cases, the therapist can use the dream as a medium to slowly transfer the damage caused by the dark erosion on the opponent to On myself..."
"The damage from the dark erosion is not that serious to me, and it only takes a week to recover. I have a special constitution, as you know." Aldo interrupted him, "And... I owe you this."
Every night when Carlos fell asleep, he could clearly tune his spirit into the same frequency as the other person, and clearly feel the scars on his body.
Carlos let go of his hand slowly, he sighed suddenly, and whispered, "You don't owe me anything, Leo—I told you so."
"but… "
"I can't give you what you want." Carlos stood up and picked up his crumpled clothes from the sofa, "I seem to have forgotten to tell you that I'm married There is already a woman named Flaret because of me—as a Flaret, no matter how bastard you are, you will only be loyal to one person in your life, so... I am very sorry."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Aldo's response, he put on his clothes and left the monitoring room, and walked to the street in the morning light.