The faded person who shuttles between the everyday and the extraordinary

So he asked Rachel to put away the needle and thread, and helped him to the disinfection room again.

Just after closing the door to the disinfection room, Rachel came in and prepared to disinfect her hands. Suddenly something occurred to her. She looked up at him and asked, "Are you really not afraid of pain?"

"What nonsense are you kidding? I hate pain the most."

"But you climbed up just now? That barbed wire rolling cage that looked very painful?"

"If we don't crawl, we will both die!"

"Then..." The girl looked up at the nozzle above with some worry: "I have read in the book that when salt is sprinkled on the wound, it shrinks the cells through the osmotic pressure of salt water, and alcohol can make the cells shrink. The protein is denatured. Alcohol seems to be more painful in a short period of time, but it will evaporate soon..."

"This needs to be sprayed for 3 minutes." I don't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or despair. When An Yan pointed to the nozzle above, his face was very pale.

Because he had been disinfected down there not long ago, he had already experienced the pain of alcohol disinfection, and now this was...an extended, enhanced, all-round version of it?

At this moment, even Rachel didn't know what to say. She just opened her small mouth and hesitated for a while...

She still couldn't speak, but the sound of "start disinfection" came from above, and the alcohol like a rainstorm washed down again.

The intense pain, which was strong enough to make people tremble all over, suddenly spread from all over his body, causing his face to become distorted almost instantly, and his teeth were almost broken.

But the pain lasted for 3 minutes.

When the door of the disinfection room opened again, An Yan, who was already weak, fell to the ground exhausted. He didn't even have the strength to lift his fingertips. The wet girl squatted next to him and showed the disinfected clothes. sewing:

"Are you okay? Can you continue?"

"...It's very problematic...Please...be a little gentler to me."

"I try my best."

With that said, Rachel stuck the needle in and stitched up all the wounds on his face from head to toe.

However, compared to the alcohol pouring all over his body, the pain of the acupuncture seemed to have become insignificant.

Chapter 13 Textbook-level American Iai 4K

After suturing the wound and resting for a while, An Yan, who was exhausted, regained his mobility and returned to the room where Casey was killed with the help of Rachel.

Rachel climbed up the iron fence and used a crowbar to bend the bloody spikes one by one. When a relatively safe path was opened, Anyan climbed up again and pulled her up to the second floor.

Casey, who had been shot several times, was still lying in a pool of blood as expected, and his body was already cold.

"This damn woman is really a pervert!" Thinking of the torture he had suffered, An Yan couldn't help but kick the woman on the ground, but before the second kick, Rachel quickly stopped him: "Calm down, the wound will collapse."

"...Same." Even though he was dissatisfied, he could only hold back and asked Rachel to help search her body. He found the woman's pistol but not the magnetic card.

They had no choice but to move on, but after searching the woman's luxurious residence, they only found some food, allowing them to fill their stomachs and move on.

After spending a long time like this, I finally found the elevator leading to the upper floor. However, there was no place for inserting a magnetic card on the wall. Instead, there was a strange groove.

"...There was a sign announcing your name on the wall when you came here. This card slot is about the same size as the sign with your name on it..." Rachel stared at the groove beside the elevator and thought for a moment. , immediately went back to find the tag used when taking the photo.

It's almost like a secret room adventure. The card is inserted into the elevator door and the door opens. The elevator restarts when the up button is pressed.

While waiting for the elevator to go up, Rachel kept looking at him.

In those eyes that were as blue and calm as the lake in the middle of the night, An Yan's figure seemed to be on the verge of collapse, making him feel inexplicably uneasy:

"An Yan...are you really okay?"

"....It's a big question, don't ask."

"I'm a little worried....."

"....For a smart kid like you, can't you use some comforting lines instead?"

"I'm sorry...I'm boring." Rachel, who was already uneasy, lowered her eyes and seemed to feel a little hurt.

This also made An Yandun's headache worse: "No, I didn't mean that... You are still very interesting."

"where?"

"Hmm...she looks cute, doesn't she?"

"Is that right?"

"And personality..." He smiled, and as a habit, he wanted to try to praise his inner qualities, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he changed the topic: "Well, it is indeed very cute and beautiful."

"Only appearance?"

"..."

How can I praise my inner self? ?Praise you for your decisive shooting?Or is it better to sew the human body? ——Facing the girl's slightly dissatisfied look, he really couldn't think of anything suitable to use to praise Rachel. After a long time, he suddenly had an idea and said: "You are very decisive in your actions, and you have a good head." Very smart and helped me a lot.”

"Really? Did I help?"

"Of course, without you, we wouldn't be able to take this elevator now. You should be a little prouder."

An Yan smiled and reached out to pat her head, causing Rachel to raise her head, and her calm eyes seemed to regain a glimmer of light.

It was quite interesting how he was easily hit and comforted. He also wanted to take the opportunity to change his mind and make his wound less painful... Unfortunately, the elevator stopped and the door opened again.

But what was displayed in front of them this time was still completely different from all the previous floors.

On the wide walkway, the walls on both sides are very exquisitely decorated, with candles placed every few meters on both sides, paired with dark golden bricks and stylish semicircular ceilings, creating a very solemn atmosphere.

Rachel helped him walk through the long corridor lit by weak candlelight. At the end was an open space that was unimaginably like a church hall.

There was a bright red carpet on the ground, and the glass on both sides were stained glass from the church. It even seemed to emit colorful light like sunlight, making both of them wonder whether they had reached the surface.

However, right at the end of the red carpet, stood a middle-aged man wearing a purple priest's robe, holding a red book in his hand, and a large cross hanging around his neck. He fit the atmosphere of this church very well and looked like a priest.

However, people who appear in such a place are not people who can relax their vigilance. Rachel quickly stood in front of An Yan and said vigilantly:

"who are you?"

"I am the priest of this church - Abraham Gray." The priest spoke slowly with an angry tone: "Rachel Gardner, the witch who was once an angel but fell, and the fourth house An Goose...you killed 'them' as a sacrifice, my angels! You plan to..."

Before the priest had finished speaking, An Yan, who was hiding behind Rachel and had already prepared for an American-style marriage, determined the identity of the other party's enemy. Without saying a word, he pulled out a pistol from behind Rachel's coat and pulled the trigger.

--boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Only then did the priest notice that Rachel's jacket had a slight bulge. An Yan emptied the magazine without saying a word. In the constant flash of muzzle flash, he performed a textbook-level American Iai, and instantly captured the enemy in front of him. .

The priest, whose body was constantly dancing with the projectiles, immediately fell to the ground without even struggling amidst the splashing blood, and without any counterattack. He was easily dispatched.

"That's too long-winded. What kind of angels are there? Aren't all the perverts in this building besides me?" An Yan complained speechlessly, replaced the pistol with the new magazine found in Casey's room, and walked forward directly. I want to see what this priest has.

But Rachel didn't follow him, so he subconsciously glanced back, only to find that Rachel was staring at him intently, her mouth slightly pursed as if she wasn't happy?

This made him slap his head immediately and quickly explained: "Ah, they are the perverts I am talking about. You are different. You are a real angel?"

"...You are the one, right?"

"Well... put this aside for now."

He put the question aside vaguely, and just started groping around on the priest's body, but found nothing.

In desperation, the two of them could only start the same search as usual on this floor.

But this time they were very lucky. After passing through another small church, they saw a new elevator. They only needed to press the up button to activate it automatically. Surprisingly, there was no need for magnetic cards or strange mechanisms. It was so relaxing that it was a bit disappointing.

"Next is B1. We should be able to go out soon, right?"

"Um....."

The girl with her back against the wall listened to his emotion, but she seemed to be troubled by something. She, who had always been in a low mood, was inexplicably more depressed than usual.

This made him wary: "What's wrong? Is there any trap on your floor that cannot be avoided at all?"

"It's just some traps randomly laid..."

"Then why are you depressed?"

"..." Rachel was full of energy for a while, then looked at him hesitantly: "Even if we go out, what's the point?"

"Freedom, right?"

"Does that kind of thing make sense? ....To me."

"Well~what it means to you..."

To be honest, even if he was asked about the meaning of life, An Yan would not be very clear on this kind of philosophical question.

Rachel seemed to understand that it was not a good idea to ask this kind of question to others, so she changed her words: "What are you going to do, Mr. An Yan? What do you want to do after you get out?"

"....What I want to do most now? Go back to my hometown and get married?"

"I'm asking seriously."

"Then if you see me like this, what else can I want to do?"

"What?"

"Of course you should go to a regular hospital and receive regular treatment." He lowered his head silently, looked at the red stitches on the back of his hand, and couldn't help but let out a big sigh.

Even without looking in the mirror, he could feel that he was covered in wounds with red stitches. He must now look like a perverted murderer in a B-level movie, even more perverted than the perverts in the building.

But Rachel didn't think much, and just murmured with a hint of emptiness: "Then... what should I do?"

"This..." He was also asked for a while.

Rachel's parents have died, and it's really hard to imagine the rest of her life. Other than going to an orphanage, there probably won't be any surprises.

But based on her condition, it should be a facility like a children's nursing home, but can Rachel really adapt to that kind of facility?

He thought hard for a while and subconsciously blurted out: "How about you continue to follow me."

"...Follow you?" Rachel raised her head in surprise, but he did not avoid the gaze, and crouched down with a smile: "Yeah, you have nowhere to go anyway, why not just follow me? Why? Sample?"

"....But, you are a child too, right?"

"It's okay, I will find a way to support you."

"Raise me?"

"...I'm sorry to say it smoothly, but that's about it." An Yan gently grabbed Rachel's cold little hand with her uninjured hand, and pulled her out like that. She didn't seem to be too well. He was willing to step out of the elevator and said without looking back: "If it doesn't work out, we can go wandering on the streets together."

"....Be with me?"

"Otherwise who else?"

"Really...can you? Come with me?"

"Of course, you have a little confidence in yourself. It's better to say that a cute girl like you is willing to follow me. I have to doubt whether I saved the world in my previous life." He shrugged casually, but he didn't The girl behind him, unaware of it, looked at him with a strangely burning gaze.

However, when he noticed the strange gaze behind him, when he subconsciously looked back, Rachel silently lowered her head again, allowing him to think thoughtfully before stepping onto the B1 floor.

.......................

.......................

With the help of Rachel's resistance, he easily avoided the trap and walked through the hallway that looked like an ordinary house, arriving at what should be the living room of the house.

But at this moment, Rachel lowered her eyes again and hesitated to move forward.

The closer she got to the living room, the more she was swallowed up by the past. The past and inexplicable fear made it difficult for her to move forward. When she met An Yan's puzzled look back at her, she pursed her lips and said, "An Yan, I'm still here." It’s fine here, just kill me right here.”

"why?"

"....please."

Although she understood that An Yan had long known what she was in the past, the impact of words and reality were different. She only hoped that An Yan could kill her with his own hands before everything was known.

"Don't you want to atone for your sins? Why do you just want to die now? Didn't I say that death does not mean redemption?"

"...Now, it's okay." The girl bit her lips and gave a different answer than usual.

There is no way to say it, so let your own mouth tell you what you have done.

She just doesn't want to be hated by her angel now, although she doesn't understand why she doesn't want to be hated so much.

But in front of her were familiar scenes. Behind the door at the end of the dim corridor, what was there in the living room? Even if she didn't want to, she would still think of everything when she looked at the door.

Only An Yan, she didn't want him to see what was inside... If she had to go there, she hoped it would be after her death.

At this time, An Yan noticed that the fingertips of the little hand in his palm were trembling slightly. When his fingers moved to the girl's slender wrist, he could feel her pulse beating violently.

This made him smile helplessly, then let go of Rachel's hand, squatted down, put his hands on her face, and stared straight into her evasive eyes:

"I almost understand what's behind this. To say I understand your mood is definitely a lie, but I can probably understand your thoughts, and I'm almost used to this kind of thing. After all, it was me who asked you to kill just now. If you’re crazy, then I’m probably also crazy for letting a kid like you kill someone.”

"are you crazy?"

"Although you are like this, but...as long as you don't sew me, we can talk about anything. Don't worry, my ability to accept has been honed since childhood."