Anatoly did not know what the purpose of the Mr. Sullivan, who had given him a mysterious feeling, had brought him to this place. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

To Anatoly, the place was nothing more than an ordinary dwelling—but Sullivan asked him if anything had come to mind since he arrived.

Anatoly knew that Sullivan was talking about his amnesia.

Anatoly didn't feel like he had forgotten anything—but whether it was Sullivan's words and actions, or some of the bishop's words, and even the sudden shattering of his cross, his rational analysis led him to conclude that he had really forgotten something.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sullivan, I didn't think of anything. Anatoly shook his head.

Sullivan nodded as expected, "It's not just you, but the people who live around here don't know who lived in this room. ”

Anatoly asked curiously, "Who is living in this place?"

Sullivan said slowly, "It's a widower with a ten-year-old child. They must have only been gone for a few days, as some of the food in the fridge was still within its expiration date. It's just ......"

Seeing Sullivan pause at this point, Anatoly suddenly became more attentive.

Sullivan looked at the house in front of him at this time, as if he was puzzled: "We can't find out the whereabouts of this father and son...... It's like the world has evaporated. ”

Anatoly frowned and said, "If it's just an ordinary person, how can it be possible to hide from the eyes of the monastery." ”

"I'm afraid it's not an ordinary person. Sullivan stared at Anatoly meaningfully.

I don't know if it's a delusion.

In this moment, Anatoly seemed to feel some slight ...... in the eyes of this Mr. Sullivan Fear.

"Anatoly, you need to come with me to the monastery headquarters. Sullivan said suddenly.

But Anatoly, who had just graduated from the monastery and had just been assigned here, was puzzled.

I only heard Sulivan say indifferently: "I have a lot of restrictions on my body, and I can't perform any complete magic in this place. So I can only go to your monastery, where there are measures that I can free myself to. ”

Anatoly was stunned, for he heard Sullivan just say...... 'You'?

......

Unbeknownst to the two priests who had left, they had a pair of eyes, watching them all along, right in front of the door of the house they had been observing.

It was Luo Qiu, who was sitting on a chair in front of the house, scrolling through the screen of his mobile phone all the time, and Yuya was not here.

Of course, Luo Qiu didn't deliberately let her not be here, she just woke up early and prepared breakfast, and then went to the supermarket to buy supplies.

Lochu no longer had the hotel where he had stayed at the beginning, but quietly moved in as a temporary place to stay after Oleg quietly left Moscow with Anton Lear.

It's not that the hotel apartment prepared by the maid lady is bad.

It's just that he thinks it should be more flavorful to stay here - like the rocking chair in the front corridor, lying here makes him feel like he doesn't want to move. The hotel apartment doesn't seem to give him that experience.

Here, when Kamala was still reborn, the residual taste of happiness.

"You guys. ”

It was only after the two priests had completely left that Luo Qiu looked up at the morning sky—something seemed to be there in human perception.

But Luo Qiu, who had read the club's old account books, knew very well that there was nothing on them.

It exists, but not in heaven nor on earth.

"Paradise...... Three more years. ”

Luo Qiu stretched and stood up from his chair.

He put on the headphones of his mobile phone, then gently kicked his shoes, and jogged out of the road, along the road of the neighborhood, all the way.

It's a good morning for jogging.

On the way, Luo Qiu met a lot of people who also chose this time to run the road. People who like sports seem to be full of enthusiasm in their lives.

He met a lot of greeting people, men and women. They may be admiring the scenery along the way, which to their eyes is the color of their figures.

Luo Qiu didn't know.

He has a concept of color, but all colors seem to him to be a single hue. They are scattered and mixed together, and there seems to be a pattern, but there also seems to be no pattern.

The whole world seems to have become a black and white world in cognition.

But he suddenly slowed down, slowly slowed his pace, and finally came to an old house.

It was painted outside the walls of people's houses...... It should be said that graffiti is more appropriate.

Graffiti is not colorful, far less vivid than street graffiti, which can attract people's attention. It is not the kind of thing with irony, which can strongly express the dissatisfaction of graffiti people with society and can resonate with social people.

It's just a scan of the city on a brown wall, sketched simply with black lines – but the city is not painted to scale.

It is distorted, like the reflection of the city on the haha mirror, the straight buildings become fat, and the neat road becomes crooked.

Luo Qiu reached out and touched the wall, then grabbed his fingers...... It's not like it's drawn with charcoal, it's more like it's drawn directly with charcoal.

Rough lines.

"For a while, I went out of my way to pass through here every day. ”

Suddenly, someone was talking behind Luo Qiu. Luo Qiu turned his head and saw a man wearing a mask and a duck tongue hat, dressed in a running suit.

It should be middle-aged.

It has a very tough feeling.

Locho only glanced at it, then raised his head and took two steps back, so that he could take the whole of the painting—the middle-aged man who was running behind him also stopped here at this time, and also looked up at the twisted Moscow on the wall.

He suddenly said, "This painting is not finished yet. ”

"Hmm. Luo Qiu nodded.

The man seemed to say with some pity: "About a year ago, I started running around here in the morning, and occasionally I saw a young man painting here. It was still winter, and I was more impressed. His clothes were thin, and his face was terrible, like a vagabond. But he didn't seem to feel cold at all, all he was holding was a piece of charcoal, and when I saw it, the painting had already drawn a building coming out. ”

He seems to be telling a story that is rarely shared...... Stories to share with strangers.

"I've been watching him for days. One day I couldn't resist walking up to him and asking him. The man with the mask and hat looked at Luo Qiu at this time and seemed to smile, "I asked him, it's so cold, why don't you burn the charcoal on your hands to keep warm?"

"What did he say?" Luo Qiu asked casually.

He didn't answer me. The man shook his head, "But instead he asked me a question: He said, do you have a dream?"

"Dreams?" Luo Qiu thought.

The man nodded casually, "Yes, dreams...... To be honest, I don't know if I still have a dream. But then, I always take some time out to trot around the neighborhood for a while, both for exercise and ...... I think I probably want to see how far this guy can go. ”

He shook his head: "It's a pity that this painting was not finished in the end, and I haven't met him for a long time." Still, I would come here occasionally, thinking that maybe I would run into this guy again, and I'd take a good look at this unfinished painting here. ”

"There's something fascinating about it. Luo Qiu smiled.

The man also whispered, "That's right." Looking at this unfinished, distorted city always gives me something different, as if I was constantly on guard against myself...... I can't allow myself to live in such a twisted city. Hehe, said some boring topics. ”

"Nothing. Luo Qiu shook his head.

The man began to trot in place, and he suddenly reached out and patted Luo Qiu's shoulder: "Young man, are you Chinese? I have been to this country several times, and it is a very good country." However, if you can speak Russian so well, you might as well consider staying here and developing, young people, there will always be opportunities. ”

"It's the same everywhere I stay. Luo Qiu shook his head and said.

The man was stunned for a moment, and did not seem to care about the meaning of the sentence, so he nodded and trotted away—but not long after he ran out, a black sedan slowly followed.

Luo Qiu turned to look at the graffiti on the wall.

This is actually a painting that Yuri painted. But where he is now, is the estate of the Decabi family...... Maybe she's greeting Miss Anna, who she brought back last night.

"Dreams. (To be continued.) )