246, Faust
The days passed slowly, and Christmas finally arrived as promised.
There were lights everywhere, Christmas trees with colorful lights were set up on the street corners, and Christmas carols were played over and over in the malls.
This year's Christmas seemed particularly cold, and it looked like it was going to snow.
However, the city where the luxury apartment is located is by the sea, and the latitude is not high, so it is really difficult to snow.
Zong Jiu woke up very early. He opened his eyes before dawn, knocked off the devil's hand on him, and walked to the cloakroom on the carpet.
It was too cold in winter, so the heating in the apartment was usually turned to the highest setting. As long as you don't go out, you can wear short sleeves indoors. But in fact, this temperature was not for Zong Jiu to feel, but some people were too cold, and they liked to get close to others when they were cold, which was annoying. In the end, for the sake of his own health, Zong Jiu had to turn the heating to the maximum with a dark face.
When he changed his clothes and washed up, it was almost dawn.
The magician took the coffee from the coffee machine, took out the toasted bread slices from the toaster, spread a thick layer of ketchup on them, and stood in front of the dining table to tie his hair.
The next second, a scarred hand brushed past his fingertips, skillfully took the rubber band from the white-haired young man, and gathered his long silver-white hair that was scattered like moonlight.
The man stood lazily behind him, manipulating the shadow to help the magician massage his waist, while combing his hair with his five fingers.
Zong Jiu did not move, and let the other person comb his hair, but his eyes were still clear.
He put the plate back in the kitchen, picked up a thick cashmere scarf, put on a mask and sunglasses, and said, "Let's go."
In previous years, the city where Zong Jiu's apartment was located was far away from the small town where the old church was located. Every time, he had to book a room in a hotel in the small town a few days in advance and fly there.
But now it is not necessary. With the devil, you can easily get there by just shuttling through the shadows, which greatly saves the time spent on the road.
The black-haired devil snorted and grabbed his hand with his backhand.
The next second, the shadows that were cruising around the room suddenly rose from the ground, forming a constantly flowing ominous dome curtain in front of them, with no end in sight.
It was not the first time that Zong Jiu had experienced the feeling of falling into the shadow. Not long ago, he was forced to experience the feeling of being surrounded by shadows after losing the bet with the devil.
For humans, this alien space is undoubtedly very cold and dark, and no light can penetrate it.
Because these shadows are constantly flowing, even if Zong Jiu has excellent night vision, he can't see the slightest bit of this space.
He can only be led by the devil's hand.
Zong Jiu didn't realize that for him, putting himself in an uncontrollable range is actually a manifestation of trust. There are always some things that will change imperceptibly.
Not long after walking, it suddenly became clear.
They appeared in a narrow and dim alley.
"It's snowing."
Suddenly exposed to the air of several degrees below zero from the warm room, the magician couldn't help but tighten the scarf around his neck, and a layer of white mist appeared around the mask.
There was thick snow on the ground, without any traces of footprints, soft as if stepping on the clouds.
The town was surprisingly quiet, and only the sound of church bells in the distance could be heard, echoing empty in the sky.
Christmas has a strong religious connotation. For this city where Zongjiu lived when he was a child, people here generally have faith. Once the holiday is seven days, no one can be seen on the street. Every household has its doors closed and the shops are closed.
But the coastal city where Zongjiu's apartment is located is different. It celebrates the Spring Festival there, and Christmas is not popular at all. People still do what they should do and don't care at all.
Halfway through the walk, Zongjiu suddenly remembered something.
He forgot to buy flowers.
The old nun loved flowers when she was alive, so every time she came back, Zongjiu would bring a bouquet of flowers. Usually the hotel prepared them for him, but this time through the quick shadow travel, he couldn't remember it for a while.
There was no way, Zongjiu could only walk around this street, hoping to find a flower shop that was not closed yet.
Fortunately, there was one on the corner, and it was the only one, but it was just a jewelry store.
This small town is also a city that develops tourism as its main business. It has many local ornaments. On weekdays, various small shops are distributed around the old alleys. They sell all kinds of things, including handicrafts and contemporary witchcraft souvenirs.
The clerk standing at the door took a look at their interlocked hands and immediately showed a warm smile.
"Merry Christmas! Would you like to give your lover a ring made of our local flowers?"
Zongjiu: "..."
This is the second time. The last time was the little girl selling roses half a year ago.
As the black-haired devil next to him chuckled happily, the magician quickly let go of the hand he had forgotten to let go of, as if trying to conceal it, and objected, "No, I would like to take the liberty of asking, what fresh food does your store have?" Flowers? I just need to buy some flowers."
"Yes, please come in with me."
The clerk looked at them with regret. Although both of them wore sunglasses and masks, they knew from their stature and atmosphere that they were a very well-matched pair.
The rings in the store are not like the dazzling array of precious metals in jewelry stores, but they are a bit warm.
A small rose is carefully carved on the ring wrapped with bronze vines.
After helping the magician wrap a bouquet of white lilies, the clerk still felt a little regretful.
"Are you really not going to buy a ring? We have a romantic ancient legend here. As long as you wear a flower ring for your lover at the stroke of midnight, you can be inseparable for life and death."
"Thank you for your kindness, we really don't need it."
Zong Jiu politely refused, glared at the devil whose mask couldn't hide his happy expression, and walked out of the store straightforwardly.
They walked along the road and at the end was the old church.
Even though ten years have passed, this place is still the same as Zongjiu remembered, with gray walls and white roofs.
In winter, those plump pigeons fly to nowhere. Maybe Zong Jiu came at the wrong time. A Christmas event had just been completed here, and the snow on the stone road at the door had been trampled into ice.
The sky and the earth were very quiet, and the snow was falling heavily again, falling like catkins with no end in sight.
Zong Jiu never thought that one day he would bring another person here.
It's unbelievable and ridiculous. It was unimaginable in the past.
"Wait."
The white-haired magician stopped, smiling.
Under the reflection of sunlight and snow, he seemed to blend into the snow scene behind him.
"It doesn't seem good for a devil to enter the church?"
The devil was choked for a rare moment.
As the saying goes, one lie should be covered with a thousand lies.
In order to show his weakness after losing his magic power, the devil made up countless lies to coax the young and immature magician to bed. Now, he has shot himself in the foot.
"Of course, dear, I will wait for you outside."
He showed a sweet smile, "Don't let me wait too long. The atmosphere of Christmas and being close to the church will increase the loss of my magic power. If the magic power is lost too much, I will feel sorry for you, baby."
Zong Jiu: "..."
The devil lost too much magic power, but he should feel sorry for him. Is this reasonable?
The white-haired magician snorted coldly and walked into the church without looking back.
But the moment he stepped into the church, the expression on his face disappeared in an instant, and became calm.
At this moment, he seemed to no longer look like the high-spirited young magician, but rather like a young magician who had experienced years of despair in the abyss and experienced life and death in the infinite cycle of thriller trainee competitions.
Time can change so many things, from the initial vigilance to the current familiarity. I don't know since when, the magician who was used to being alone and hated being disturbed by others was also living in such a life with one person for a longer and longer time.
With the passage of time, his memory was gradually unlocked.
As of now, Zong Jiu has almost been able to analyze from those few memory fragments that this guy is 70% likely not a devil from hell at all, and nine out of ten sentences he said about replenishing magic were probably to coax him.
It made □□.'s head hard.
After all, he only picked up a few fragments of memory. What was their relationship in the past? Why did he still not find the lost memory after he had completely sorted out his memory line? What was his purpose? Such questions still confused Zong Jiu.
But it was almost time.
Zong Jiu had a hunch that he only needed an opportunity and waited for a coincidence to come. All those dusty things, whether memories or the past, would be returned to him.
Zong Jiu didn't like being concealed. He liked to have everything in his hands.
Or, this kind of too calm and peaceful days were like a mirror flower and water moon, which made people know that the falsehood would break with a slight touch.
It was because of this that Zong Jiu insisted on coming here. He needed to verify a guess in his heart.
Then, he would completely recover his memory.
......
After the magician disappeared at the door of the church, the devil retracted his sight.
The smile on his face disappeared all of a sudden, and he became bored.
It's been almost a year.
It's been almost a year since this dungeon started.
But in fact, the speed of time in the dungeon and the infinite cycle in the outside world is different. No matter how long time has passed inside, it will only be a few hours after you go out.
Such a comfortable life is even more incredible to the devil, and it can even be called a novel feeling that he has never experienced before.
In the past, only humanity, blood and death could interest him. But now, magicians have become his eternal source of fun, and he never gets tired of it.
The devil looked around aimlessly, and his eyes fell on the jewelry store again.
There, a scarlet rose was entangled on the dark green vines, and it was preserved and fixed on the red velvet cloth in an unknown way, like a cursed beast rose, and also like the one that never withered on the planet b612.
The loser always has to look like a loser.
He thought that even if he knew it, he would never say it.
If the magician can guess it, let it be a surprise.
The author has something to say: The long-lost nutrient solution has been updated~
————
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2021-03-29 04:35:39~2021-03-29 23:57:30~
Thanks to the little angels who threw the rocket launchers: 3 Li; 1 Ah Puw and 1 Drunk;
Thank you to the little angel who threw the grenade: Li 2; Reunion and Mo 1;
Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Liuli Baihe and Xifeng; Yun Xihe, Chen Sky., Shen Jiulin, Zhouzhou Ya, Xin Ai, Love and Song in the Cloud, Qi Xie, Su Shiyu, Yue Youhun, 47455087 , Fire Feathers are born during the day, there is a glimmer of light in the morning, 1 Saer Life Bell;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Jiu 154 bottles; Lin'an 102 bottles; Gongye Yunyao, Buyu, Chen 100 bottles; Qianying 75 bottles; Yao Wenyu. 70 bottles; Prayer, Little Star, Xiyue, Ahhhhhhhh 60 bottles; Aye, Jinjiang collapsed again! ! 58 bottles; Dongfang Dongfang 56 bottles; 1 55 bottles; Sujiu 50 bottles; 40 bottles of Baibaibaibaibai, 48198529, Cen Lin; 39 bottles of Miaoahhahahahaha; 35 bottles of Little Rabbit from the Wine Shop; 34 bottles of Palm Mingzhu, Luo Yixi; Take a big breath of witchcraft, the glutinous rice balls are rolling, Ying Zijin, 30 bottles of Zui Tiao Jian Qin, Pudding and Berry; 25 bottles of Yan Ruoxi, Le Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi; 22 bottles of Ginkgo biloba; 21 bottles of One, Two, Three, Four; Chitose, there are always unscrupulous people who want to stew me, Yue Ghost, Disaster , [Quick update for me], Shiguang, the sauce dryer, Sui, Yamata-no-Orochi, turning over the mountains without covering the ink, drunkenness, blueberry milkshake cup., February 7th, Si Yeyeye, Chai Geng Xiaoyaksha , Zhu Yilong, I did Zai, ing, Huali-light-, Molu, Lazy Yangyang,. , you can sell sunset, glutinous rice feathers, brother Xiao Zhan's Daqiao, rice, Mu Ming, 20 bottles; Yanjue 16 bottles; Huaijiu, Zi Buyan, Shu Yun Huanyue, Yanghuai, Nanbo Wanbuye 15 bottles; sowhat, 12 bottles of Peppa Pig; 11 bottles of Tangtang's faint and vague qwq; the leaves on the top of Mint's head, Yi Meng Chang'an, Jiangui, Wang Zhiqiu, Yuli, Li Ding, Skoda, Wen, Modu, Jiu Su, Ai Xiaoyu, Tong Gong, Fei, Jinjiang has no car, I love Zong Jiu’s lovely wife, the salted fish has been marinated, vest, one, Jiang Yi, Fan Luo, Mu Han, Xiao Xi Yuxun, 41920141, Suiyu Chaoge, Long Night He Youche, Little Deer Bobi, 10 Bottles of Beautiful Girl Radish Ding; Qiu Mu Wan Wan, Teng Niang. 8 bottles; namida 7 bottles; Ling Lingzi, Zhu Xiang, Yan Xiaoxi, anonymous, nyt, Fengjianbei, Eryaomu, sit and watch the clouds rise. 5 bottles; 4 bottles of Xiaohuoxi, Dusk, and Xiangming Powder; 3 bottles of Baiyin and Lingshuyu; 2 bottles of Yinghan Luoxi; 48744026, Mao, Mucihelou, Guanshanyue, Shiye, and Gugu Gu, leo., favorite sweet article, Jiang Yunjian, BTS humiliates China, a, broken kite, Ajiang Jiang, Ye Lingxue, klila, 1 bottle of Baitao Taozi;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!