It should be somewhere like a filing room. A certain policeman, Chapman, looked around for a while to make sure no one was here. Looking at a certain row of file cabinets marked with years, I checked the row, walked in, opened the drawers one by one with clean movements, and rummaged through them for something.
The dim light above his head flickered. Chapman looked up, frowned, and looked around again. Ying Chuo's shadow gives this place a creepy feeling. But Chapman just curled his lips and continued to do what he was doing. Judging from the speed of his flipping, it is obvious that he knows his goal.
Something was tugging at the hem of his trousers.
Chapman stopped moving in his hands, and his face showed impatience, "Don't rush me! I'm checking!"
Although the voice was deliberately lowered, there was still an echo due to the environment.
The tugging continued.
Chapman frowned, took away the document in his hand, and looked at his feet, "I told you not to rush..." He was stunned for a moment, looked at the small tentacle protruding from the shadow under his feet, and lost his voice.
The small tentacle swayed, wrapped around Chapman's ankle, and pulled it towards the filing cabinet.
Chapman was not sure whether he moved it on his own or was pulled. He took a step closer to the filing cabinet. When he was almost touching the cold filing cabinet, his shadow successfully followed Chapman's movement and blocked the light source, covering the upper filing cabinet. , a surging smiling face appeared in the shadow, "Hi~Chapman~"
Chapman's eyes twitched, and he instinctively wanted to take a step back, "Wandel?! How did you..."
From the shadow on the filing cabinet, slender black tentacles suddenly stretched out, and a small black hand that was just a little bit ugly grabbed Chapman's clothes, pulled him back, and continued to stick to the filing cabinet with only a slight gap, "Don't step back. I don’t want to talk to the soles of your feet~ That’s it, be good~”
Chapman opened his mouth. He never thought that he would see the shadow man Wander again, and now, the timing was not good either.
"Why are you here at the police station?" Chapman felt his breath bounce back after being covered with a layer of fog on the filing cabinet.
"Coming to see you~" I don't know if it was the filmmaker's bad taste, but Chapman's outline began to appear in Chapman's shadow.
Chapman frowned, waved his hand and easily broke off the tiny tentacles, which were brittle than toilet paper. He took a step back and watched the shadow covering the filing cabinet shrink as he retreated, accompanied by Wander's silent complaint, "Uh... Just kidding, what about..."
Chapman retreated to the center of the filing cabinet, frowning at the huddled shadow at his feet, deliberately not touching any other shadows, and walked slowly directly under the light source.
"Uh..." the voice in the shadow continued, "Who taught you this? Well, you trapped me. I apologize, I'm sorry. That's it. Now, can you find a place where I can move? I really came to find you..."
Chapman knelt down, felt around on his body, took out a pack of cigarettes, stood on the ground, and then took off the flashlight from his waist.
"What are you going to do?!" Shadow Man Wandel said, followed by a scream that was probably a fake, "Ah-ah-"
Chapman stood up and took a few steps back. Now he no longer had to worry about what his own shadow touched. Chapman looked at the edge of the cigarette box under the ceiling, which was a circle of lonely black shadow that had been compressed to the point where it could no longer be compressed. "What are you looking for me for?"
"Do you need it, do you need it!" The shadow of the cigarette box spoke, looking unhappy, "After what we went through together, I thought we were friends!"
Chapman's face twitched. It was okay if Wandel didn't mention it, but if he did, he would just have to laugh. Do you still need to remind this policeman how Chapman's current 'miraculous' life began? Oh, by the way, it started when he committed suicide and was possessed by the shadow man Wander.
Chapman turned and walked away.
"Hey! You're not really going to leave me here! Chapman? Chapman!"
Chapman did not really leave, but returned to his original position and continued the work at hand.
The shadow man Wandel called for a while and continued calmly, "Why are you looking for me?"
"Tsk, I'm looking for your help."
"What help."
"Lend me your body."
Chapman put down the file in his hand and took out another file. This kind of statement needs to be answered
"Uh, Chapman, Chapman, Chapman~Chapman~~" Wander sang.
"No!" Chapman curled his lips.
"Please~"
"No! Go find someone to die! Don't go to me!"
"I can't find you. If I could find you, I wouldn't come looking for you. Do you think I'm willing to possess a healthy and energetic person? It's very hurtful, okay?"
Do you still remember about the characteristics of Shadow Man? Shadow Man is too weak. Not to mention the pitiful way of survival that can only exist in the shadows. The most worthy of sympathy is that possession can only rely on deception. Deceiving those who are on the verge of death, the revolving door of life has begun to emerge, and 'hallucinations' have begun to see other people. A person of one's own.
"Heh." This was a taunt, and Chapman didn't want to respond. Isn't it right, to tell a policeman, that there are no dying people in this city
"Uh, what the hell, don't you know yet, devil contractor? Do you think your masters like me to forcibly extend a dying person's life for a few days? Tsk. And since the fallen angel's power has been fully exerted After taking control of the Cerberus, the situation became even worse. Those dogs didn’t care that I was still in the body and just dragged my soul out! Several times, I was almost dragged away with them!"
Wandel's complaints seem to be endless - "Not to mention those guys from the Saints, that angel, Camille and so on, are sick! What happened to my body after a few days, as if I will stain the souls of his followers, eh , simply..."
was interrupted.
Chapman cleverly caught the thrown cigarette case and looked at the hooded man in front of him, "You, where did you come from??"
Bumi pointed to the vent sideways, "The Shadow Man is a very pitiful creature and an important ally between us and the wizards. Don't abuse it." Bumi patted the cigarette case in Chapman's hand and pointed at the Shadow smiled, then continued to face Chapman, "What are you doing?"
"Uh..." Chapman didn't want to answer, but he still spoke after a moment of hesitation, "The devil, uh, Skoll, wants the Southeastern case files."
"Oh." Bumi curled her lips, looking like she didn't care much, "Where's your director, Darcy?"
Chapman pursed his lips and said, "I'm just a young police officer." Well, that was the answer.
"Oh, what about James?"
"Uh, is Detective Coulson at the police station?"
"Not here either."
"Then he's probably out on a mission."
"Oh." Bumi looked disappointed, "Then, you continue." He turned around the filing cabinet, and with a soft sound from the vent, the person was gone.
The tiny tentacles extended again, grabbed Chapman, and leaned against the filing cabinet, "It's not a possession. You can do something for me. That's okay. I've helped you before. You owe me." It’s time to help me.”
"Uh, whatever." (.)