【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

There were incongruous graffiti on the old street, and Silan Udos shook his hand, adding a little red to the messy graffiti. He began to think about how to deal with the corpse, and kept looking at the whole street.

It's not remote, but this street is surprisingly long and narrow, and the jagged buildings are well designed, forming a few blind spots here. He looked up at the moon, and looked down at the steaming sewer mouth with the cold light. There was a smell of toiletries.

Shelan Udos started dragging the corpse.

He was walking on the dark street, and his good night vision allowed him to see everything clearly. He began to spell out the names of every small shop, French, English, Spanish...and some old Latin, which he enjoyed The process of merging languages ​​is much better than the process of catching prey.

"...Opéra..."

His eyes stayed at the entrance of a large theater, the Italian style of architecture, the inside of the glass windows was coated with a layer of shining gold chandelier, he suddenly remembered the invitation letter, which was taken into the bedroom by himself In the drawer, because I was going to tear it up, but stopped in the middle of tearing it - I don't know why.

It wasn't an interesting psychological process. In short, he decided to accept the invitation, but he hadn't replied to Salaman yet. He suddenly wanted to see how Salaman would react if he didn't get a reply for a long time.

Thinking of this, he was taken aback by himself. Such a boring thought could come out of his mind. Shelan Udos attributed everything to living too long and wanting to have fun, but who can tell the truth?

"Mr. Elshid, please believe me, I swear I remember everything I saw yesterday..." He lowered his head and gasped for breath, "But the moment I knocked on the door, I couldn't remember anything Woke up."

What an embarrassing expression he should have!

"I was so impressed with what I saw yesterday that I wrote it down on paper, but the paper disappeared, which is very strange."

Who can believe his words?

If this kind of absurdity can really be completely convincing, it would not need the effort of those enlightened minds in the seventeenth century.

This memory is really special and dramatic:

His own life was disrupted by a person. He wanted to know something about that person. He had a lot of desires. He succeeded, but what happened after he succeeded?That's the funny part - he'd forgotten all about it, completely, leaving nothing behind, as if nothing had happened or happened.

"It's okay, it's not your fault." Elshid's smile made Salaman think that he really believed his absurd words.

"It's normal to forget things you desperately want to remember, and you don't have to feel like you've done anything wrong."

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that my appearance will disrupt your plan, so what should we do now?"

"...Well...Actually, I didn't have any plan at all. The purpose of asking you to come here for psychological counseling today is almost to pretend to show the school." Documents were stuffed in.

"What?!" Salaman's red eyes were full of surprise.

"Don't be so surprised, I'm a psychological counselor, so I have more authority on whether the counselee needs counseling, rather than listening to those schools who say, 'This child always fights and is mentally abnormal, can you counsel for four days?'" nonsense."

Elshid had already started clearing the table.

"I judge that you don't need further counseling. I am more authoritative than those people, am I not?"

"Ah... indeed!"

Elshid was really disappointed, he was full of interest in the person named Pho... whom Salaman saw yesterday, but since Salaman couldn't remember anything, he had no choice but to end it hastily.

"I heard that the school will have a play performance next week?"

"Yes, it's a great honor that my script was selected. Would you like to see it?"

"Oh? You wrote it alone, the perfect script?"

"No, with my neighbor...he told me a lot of history."

Don't tell him.

"It sounds like the neighbor has a lot of research on history."

"Yes, and the history he told is very...real, it feels like he is a person from that era."

Don't share secrets with others.

"That's right! He is, that person who seems to be called Phoo or Phon."

Elshid's expression froze for a moment.

Sharing a secret with others is not a secret. You give the key to a locksmith, and he will unlock your secret and lock it in a space where you don't have the key.

"Mr. Elshid, will you come to participate?"

"Ah, if I have nothing to do, I will probably go... Will the neighbor go too?"

Speaking of this, Salaman was a little embarrassed, "I gave him the invitation letter, but he hasn't replied yet."

Elcied said something, but was interrupted by the clock striking eleven. It was noon and the French needed rest.

"Then I'll go first, Mr. Elshid, thank you very much."

"No, nothing."

The dark-haired man he saw before closing the door was muttering something.

"Isn't he bound to show up?"

"What a pity."

Shelan Udos was woken up.

That's right, from a long distance, I could hear some familiar footsteps stepping on the ground quickly, my lungs beating violently, and white mist could be imagined coming out of my mouth and nose.

He knew that Salaman was here to find him, but he would not come to the door immediately after hearing the sound, so he needed to pass the time, taking the Rubik's Cube casually, which was the only memorable Christmas gift.

He repeats messing up, putting together, messing up, putting together, as if this is the whole of life, because no matter how proficient he is in spelling, the moment his cold hands turn the Rubik's Cube, he feels extremely heavy, as if he has a sense of mission.

"Boom boom boom——"

Shelan Udos hopes that Salaman can learn to adjust his breathing before knocking on the door. He doesn't like the sound of others knocking on his door hurriedly. The slightly condescending urging attitude makes people uncomfortable.

"Click-"

The door opened slowly with the creaking sound of the door hinges. In the darkness, a pair of golden eyes shone like the sun. The black sunlight hit Salaman's pupils directly. The ultramarine youth leaned against the wall, wearing a thin shirt , holding his chest with one arm, and holding the Rubik's Cube in the other—it has been solved for the sixth time. He glanced at the somewhat embarrassed students in front of him.

"Excuse me, have you seen the invitation letter I sent you?"

"..." Shelan Udos suddenly said nothing, which made Salaman very embarrassed.

He saw some embarrassing expressions on the handsome face, Salaman pursed his lips tightly, and he could see his frown through the bangs. Waiting a little longer may have cold sweat sliding down his forehead, which is very novel and interesting.

Shelan Udos laughed suddenly, and Salaman looked a little shocked again. He really couldn't figure out what the man in front of him was thinking.

"You need to invite me in next Wednesday."

Shelan Udos raised his head, his golden eyes became softer.

"Invitation? I have already given you the invitation letter..."

Salaman felt that the other party had damaged the invitation letter, it didn't matter if it was damaged, as long as he opened his mouth, he would give him another copy——

Back then, I prepared more than one invitation letter for him!

"No, that's different."

Shelan Udos shook his head, this time the smile was a little... sad?Salaman felt that he made a mistake in describing it.

"Remember those times?"

He walked out the door, looked at the bulging right pocket of Salaman's jacket, stretched out his hand, and took the key.

He didn't know what the other party was going to do. The young man took the key and opened the door. There was a light on the defense line and the horizon. Those were his eyes.

Shelan Udos threw the key back to Salaman and stood in front of the door.

"Remember those times?"

Shelan Udos asked again.

He staggered, finally stood still, and looked at the furnishings in Salaman's house.

"I asked you, 'Can I come in the house?'"

He opened his eyes wide. He remembered that there was only snow and moonlight in the sky one night, and Shelan Udos quietly climbed up to his window. What other time?Shelan Udos stood at the door but did not come in. He wanted to greet him, that man who was as cold as a corpse, but Salaman felt that he had a gentleness that was higher than ordinary people. This was a strange idea.

"Yes, you can come in."

Salaman heard himself answer like this.

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