I walked towards him with the determination to die together.

There is neither fear nor anger. Although there is a little regret, it is helpless. It is impossible for a person like me to not be retribution, and if the form of retribution is "death in the fight against the murderer", it is also a retribution that is exactly what I want to do. I will regard it as the best ending and accept it happily.

If you want to say that there are regrets, the old bone in front of you is not very "qualified". In terms of evil, it is quite evil. From the perspective of ordinary people, this person is also very guilty, but if I can't even compare with me, I feel something is wrong. But now I can't beat people who are stronger than him, and if I delay, my fighting power will become less.

I used ashes with residual heat to describe my only remaining power, which I thought was appropriate. As time goes by, the residual heat will become less and less, and the ashes will eventually become colder. In other words, it does not mean that I save use, but the remaining power will be waiting for me to use.

So I have no choice but to choose, so I use it all here.

Although I don’t know what cruel things I have done before, I will go to hell with me today.

The old bone's eyes met my eyes. He took a step back again, and the muscles on his face became more and more distorted. Sighly, he gritted his teeth and took a step forward hard, and I thought he was finally going to attack.

But just as I was about to parry, he suddenly turned around and rushed and ran away.

Running... I looked at his back without expectation. I was about to catch up with him, but I couldn't lift my body and almost fell to the ground. Perhaps the power of the bone device before had taken away too much of my physical strength.

Why did he run away? Wasn't he going to seek revenge on me?

Could it be that things are only scared now? Or have other ideas?

I felt it was hard to stand, so I had to sit down against the wall first. After relaxing, I felt that the pain of the fracture of the left arm that I had deliberately ignored before had all exploded. The pain made me sweat a little, so I just wanted to lie on the ground. But the ground was a little dirty, so I still forgot it. But it still hurts.

If someone else who knows me saw it, he might be dumbfounded. Is the Demon Li Duo so embarrassed just because his arm is broken? This injury is just a scratch compared to the damage that the Demon Li Duo had suffered in the past? But there is no way. If those who have broken bones accidentally hit the base of the table at home, or if they don’t pay attention to their bare feet and step on the Lego blocks when walking, can they remain calm? They will still cry out in pain, but they should just pretend in front of outsiders.

Not long after, a sound like thunder came from afar. As soon as it came into my ears, I saw a flash of lightning at the corner of the dark alley, and a blue bird wearing a black law enforcement uniform appeared in front of me.

As soon as she saw me sitting on the ground, she hurriedly asked, "Li Duo, are you okay?"

It seems that she is worried about me, which makes me happy. But why should she be kind to a murderer like me? This is also something I can't figure out.

"I'm fine." I quickly packed up my expression and stood up to avoid damaging the brand image of the Demon Li Duo.

It's also a sad thing to say, but it's also a bad reputation for men. Even people like me who are rebellious about my past have a reflexive and protective instinct. To put it bluntly, they don't want others to look down on themselves, especially if they don't want the Blue Bird to look down on me.

"That's good... no, don't you have broken your arms!"

"This kind of injury is just a scratch to me."

What am I talking about?

"What are you talking nonsense?" She was stunned, and then asked with an extremely fast speech speed, "What have you encountered? I just received a message from the Security Bureau that you used the alarm function of the positioning bracelet."

"Wait... If you speak slowly, I will almost lose my hearing." I reminded.

Her current speed of consciousness and perception should be in a field far beyond ordinary people. If she is not careful, her speaking speed will become very fast.

"Ah...sorry." She quickly controlled her control, "Then...what was my question just now?"

I answered to the truth, "I met the old bone."

"Old bone..." Her face changed slightly, "Where did he run?"

I pointed at the direction, "But he has run away for more than a minute, and it's too late to chase after him." With the movement of the warlock and the complex terrain of the city, I didn't know where to go for more than a minute.

But Bluebird still took out his cell phone and notified a few people to search nearby. Then he looked at me, "Let's go back to the bureau for treatment first."

"Okay..." I agreed, and looked at her black law enforcement uniform again, "Have you changed your clothes before?"

"This? I transformed this uniform with props." While she spoke, she took off the button on the top of the black suit.

The black suit suddenly turned blue and then decomposed into countless small blue currents. The smoke disappeared, revealing her private clothes, only the button was still left in the palm of her hand.

"Okay, the transformation is lifted," she said.

And "transformed and relieved"... Where did this person come from? When I thought this silently, she was also observing me, "It seems that you are not just a fracture, but I feel the breath of curses... Is it made of old bones? Just in case you go for a physical examination again, and there is also..."

She came over to help me while chatting.

Afterwards, she and I took a bus to the Safety Bureau and told her about the details on the way.

"So that's it... I was chasing him before, but I was led away by him with clone spell. Calculate the time, it's the same time that he ran away from you and I destroyed his clone. If he ran away later, he would be caught by me." She analyzed, "I am indeed a guy who is very good at running away. No wonder he hasn't been caught for so long."

In other words, he might not have escaped because he was afraid of me, but realized that the bluebird was going to chase him before he escaped?

"What if he wants to target me, why not use me as bait?" I suggested.

"You said this again..." She shook her head, "It's useless. According to his previous mode of action, he will escape from Liucheng to avoid the limelight."

"What a pity."

"There is nothing to regret. If he stays in Liucheng again, wouldn't you be in danger?" she said.

What I regret is here. If I have the opportunity to break up with it as soon as possible, I will at least have the power to fight.

Moreover, I have also fantasized that if the battle with him is not a death or a defeat, but a victory, will I have the opportunity to join the Security Bureau with this qualification? The other party is a criminal with extremely serious circumstances that attacked the relevant personnel and family members of the Security Bureau many times, and it would be a great achievement to take it down. Further, as long as I join the Security Bureau, I will also have the opportunity to learn secret knowledge and become a real warlock.

The so-called secret knowledge, broadly speaking, refers to all the "hidden knowledge" in the world; in a narrow sense, it refers to the knowledge that describes and manipulates the power of spirituality. Generally speaking, it only takes a narrow understanding. Once you have the knowledge of manipulating the power of spirituality, maybe I can regain my power to the point where I can fight. Although I also understand that the practice of a warlock is very difficult and takes a long time, it is still a success.

However, it is probably not that simple to join the Security Bureau. Although the law enforcement warlock has no sense of existence in secular society, it is still a national civil servant, and it is also an extremely special type, and it must have a very strict political review. If a serial murderer like me becomes a serious "law enforcement" warlock, it would be a big deal. Just like if I heard that the demons joined the witch hunting department, I would definitely feel that the Siren Blade was in the mind of the chief of the witch hunting department.

If you just want to obtain secret knowledge, there may be other ways. For example, if I can capture the old bone in private, I can torture him and dig out his brain how to practice and become a sorcerer. But I don’t know where the old bone has gone, and even if I find it, I may not be able to catch it. He is very good at running away.

What should I do to fulfill my last obsession?

After the treatment and curse removal at the Security Bureau, as well as a comprehensive physical examination, I bid farewell to the Blue Bird and returned to my temporary residence.

The temporary residence is located on the edge of the city. The living conditions are quite good, with separate bathroom and kitchen.

After two days, I still haven't met my parents, and I don't know how to explain my five-year disappearance after meeting.

My relationship with my parents has never been harmonious. Moreover, I complain that people may be called a bad person. They cannot be called an excellent parent.

I also summarized their marriage experience from a few words from relatives before. When they were young, they seemed to be single and looked at marriage and offspring from an extremely negative perspective, but in the end they could not withstand the pressure of their parents, and they got married and had children when they were just right. For such a marriage and me, they couldn’t say they loved and hated, and they kept it with an unwarranted attitude.

They often go home very late, sometimes they really work very late, and more often they go to play cards or mahjong. They often only stay alone when I go to bed. I vaguely remember that there were nannies in the past, but they never appeared again since I could take care of myself. At that time, I would occasionally have nightmares. Although my parents never say "If you don't obey, you'll throw you away", they often dream that they would move home without saying hello and leave me alone.

But what made me more impressive was that I was alone in the dark bedroom, afraid of ghosts so much that I didn’t even dare to sleep. At that time, I was really afraid of darkness and ghosts. Because I was criticized for turning on the lights all night before, I didn’t dare to turn on the lights randomly. Later, I thought that they probably didn’t care about the electricity bills, but they were just criticized casually in accordance with the thrifty social virtues. It was completely because I overreacted. After one time, I woke up from a nightmare with cold sweat, I consciously worked harder to study and do housework, hoping to get attention and praise from my parents, but this effort was probably the wrong direction from the beginning. After that, I endured to the limit, or more because of the rebellious mentality of adolescence. I had a big fight with them and thought I was self-righteous. I was really immature. Many things that thought were huge at the time, but when I grew up, they looked back, were nothing more than sesame things.

Then, it was the spring outing in April 17, when I met "it" on the unknown mountain and wandered around...

Late at night, I sat on the bed in my temporary residence and recalled every bit of the past. Unconsciously, my mind was occupied by the figure of "it".

Even if there are only ashes, I want to see "it" again.

So what if you see it? "Recognize it even if you turn into ashes" is nothing more than a metaphor. If you put the "it" ash together with other ash, you cannot distinguish it from it. Such ash...

I put my body flat on the bed and closed my eyes. After I empty my thoughts, my ears occasionally had silly murmurs. In the desolate time I spent with "it", these illusory murmurs also sometimes sounded in my ears. I once wishfully believed that this was "it" trying to communicate with me in some mysterious way, or it might be a revelation containing mysterious power. Later, all my thoughts were falsified, and the murmurs were still wandering in unknown ways.

With my silence of murmuring, I fell asleep and had a dream.

A dream about memories of the past.

What appears in the dream is a dim and narrow basement, with the faint light coming from the crack of the door being the only source of lighting. Trying to squint your eyes, you can capture the ghostly silhouette from somewhere in the dark, that is "it".

It stayed silently in the corner of the basement, still with its blood-free white skin, and its quiet vision of not knowing what it was thinking. It was like a female ghost crawling out of a deep pool, full of dampness and death. However, in that dampness and death, this delicate body is so beautiful that I can smell the subtle sensationalism from it. However, it is afraid that it does not even understand the meaning of sensationalism. This sensationalism does not arise from it, but from my turbid inner world.

It was my first year of encounter with it. At that time, I held its hand and wandered everywhere, occupying a small cottage with a basement in a small town outside. In the dark and narrow basement, I wore a large and heavy iron collar for it, and bound it here with thick iron chains like a tied animal. Because I was deeply afraid that I would lose it, and that it would leave me alone while I was asleep. Although it had never alienated me, I could not understand what it thoughts.

However, was it that I imprisoned it, or did it imprison me by my side? I had long been unable to leave it.

I hugged it tightly as if I was afraid of the dark child, burying my face deeply in its arms. It also hugged my head gently, but I couldn't feel the gentleness and soothing from this action. Maybe I just found a position that I felt more comfortable with.

But I still imagined that this was its care for me, and even tried to find some kind of maternity in it, and slowly closed my eyes.

----

The next day, I saw the blue bird again in the evening.

Recently, she would ask me out for a meal every evening, not only to find a place to have supper, but also to work as a supervisor. I am happy to do this, reporting on her life's recent situation and doing psychological test questions she gave her.

But she looked a little weird today. When I arrived at a restaurant she had made an appointment with, which was famous for its delicious steak, she was sitting in the seat deep in the middle looking at a document, looking out of her mind.
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