April 28, early in the morning.

Although it was already the end of April, it was extremely foggy today. Looking out of the window, you can only see a white expanse. Visibility is so low that you can't help but feel like you're being locked up on an island. Normally, those buildings, streets, and pedestrians seem to have disappeared, and they can only hear the sound vaguely but they can't see the shadows, which makes people feel isolated from the world.

Ernacillin's mental state today is not good, or rather, his mental state has not been good for most of April.

Almost every night, he dreamed of a young man in the training camp who shot him in the temple and a poet dressed in white like a feather falling into a sea of blood-colored flowers.

Even though they were smiling and leaving, he still felt very unwilling. They were supposed to be the pride of the sky and should have a good life, but they were ruined by the demonic followers.

He dreamed of the numb and desperate faces of the people, and of the painful and desperate cries of the children. Every night, an invisible hand would dig out the things he could hardly bear to see, place them in front of him one by one, and force him to look at the darkness and ugliness of the world.

Such days made Ernacillin suffer from insomnia every night, and even if he did, he would constantly have nightmares, and even with the help of Mr. Minno, it was difficult to sleep until dawn.

The lack of sleep and nightmares that would occur every night made Ernacillin look far paler and sicker than before, and one couldn't help but want to equate him with the fragile porcelain dolls.

He got up and changed into a plain black hooded sweatshirt and plain black trousers—this was a kind of tribute to the dead, in a sense, as long as someone remembered them, they were still alive.

He opened the door lightly, using a little trick to minimize the movement of his walk on the wooden staircase to avoid waking his parents.

It wasn't until he went downstairs that he found that his mother, Natis, had gotten up early and was busy in the kitchen, and that his father, Milton, was making tea for him in the living room with some tonic herbs—and that Enacillin's pale and sickly face had worried them all the time.

Although they did not know the details of the association's operation some time ago, it was obviously a shift operation, and Enacyrin was so busy that he did not return home for two days, and it was not difficult to guess his importance in that operation.

"Little Aaron, you have to eat more nutritious things, what do you see your face is white?" Natis took out her mother's majesty in a rare way during this time, and added some nourishing herbs to her breakfast and dinner every day and then asked Ennaxiline to eat them all.

"Maybe I've been dreaming about demons a lot lately. Enacyrin smiled helplessly, hiding what he was really dreaming of.

"You have to relax for a while, it's not good for your body to have nightmares all the time. Milton poured the tea from the teapot into the teacup and handed it to Enacillicillin, who was standing there yawning.

"I understand, father. Enacillin took the teacup and drank the bitter tea with the characteristic herbs inside.

After eating her mother's elaborate breakfast, Enacillin spread out on her chair for a while, ready to leave for work.

Because of his visible emaciation, his tasks during this time were extremely easy, all he had to do was sign in with the association every day, and then go out on the street for more walks.

Although the intention of the association was to let him relax, Enercillin just couldn't help but walk towards the harbor and various alleys, where there will always be unconcealed oppressions, such as the cheap coolies and street girls who are struggling to survive.

He always felt that he should not escape the darkness of the world, even if those people and things would keep giving him nightmares and making him feel uncomfortable, he should not run away, he should find the demonic followers who drove people into a desperate situation in order to collect despair.

The real horror and ugliness is never the demons themselves, but the demonic followers who summon them.

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

Ernacillin stood in front of the bathroom mirror in the archives, putting on the hat that came with his sweatshirt, and the pure black fabric set off him even more pale and gloomy, without a trace of the former mildness.

"Like a demon retinue of the Riffa profession. Miss Mo was disgusted when she first saw him dressed in black.

But it can't be helped, fishing, you have to have some bait and patience.

Enacillicillin took out the "painted skin" and pasted it on himself, slightly adjusting the contours of his facial features, making himself look more gloomy and pale and more aggressive - the only pity is that the current "painted skin" cannot greatly adjust a person's facial features and make Ennacillin less noticeable.

Then, he slightly adjusted the amplitude of each expression, trying to make each expression a little sickly and gloomy.

So, it should be fine, right?

He stood in front of the mirror and switched expressions a few times, and now he looked like a real, morbidly gloomy demonic follower.

He looked at himself in the mirror and slowly grinned, evoking a smile that should have been gentle and bright, but now looked gloomy and sickly.

Knock knock.

Ernacillic heard a knock on the bathroom door.

Then an indifferent female voice came into his ears:

"What are you doing? Allow me to remind you that you've been in for almost an hour and a half. ”

It was Miss Mo, she paused slightly, and added as if she remembered something:

"If you are unwell in any way, you should go to the medical team. "Instead of occupying the bathroom and not letting others solve the physiological problems.

"......" Ernacillic clearly heard what Miss Mo had not spoken, and he felt that his image might be in jeopardy. So he forgot that he still had a gloomy and pale face at this time, and hurriedly opened the door.

“......”

When Mo Mo saw such a strange, pale and gloomy face like a ghost depicted in the ancient Oriental painting album before, she subconsciously took a half step back, and at the same time, the moment she raised her hand, she had already constructed a spiritual technique!

Wow!

A large, cold balloon of water twisted slightly, and then smashed into Enercillin's head without warning, dousing him straight to the bottom.

“？”

Annecy wiped the water from his face, which had been restored, and looked at the painted cards that had been knocked down by the huge impact with a confused expression.

"Ahem...... I'm sorry. ”

Mo Mo coughed lightly, but fortunately she reacted quickly, otherwise Enacillicillin would have been doused not by the water balloon but by the high-speed waterjet that had a hole in the middle of her head.

"No, no, it's my fault, I forgot that I'm still using 'Painted Skin'. Sorry to scare you. Eneracillin withdrew the water elemental spiritual energy from his body and scattered them, and apologized to Mo Mo, after all, his appearance just now did not match the image of a person.

"What are you trying to do here?" Mo Mo didn't say what was in his heart, just bent down and picked up the "painted skin" that fell on the ground and was a little damp and handed it to Ernacillin. She was a little curious about what Ernacillin's strange and unexpected plans were—he was responsible for all the strange and unexpected pranks he and Leloa had done when they were children. As for Leloa, he's just the one in charge of action and the blame.

"Well—" Ernacillin originally wanted to pretend to be mysterious, but after seeing his teacher's slightly raised eyebrows and the smiling expression, he decided to confess honestly: "I want to see if I can fish." ”

"Fishing?"

"Yes. Since those demonic followers dared to come to Nalto, it proved that they intended to come here to develop the downline, and put a knife against the soft underbelly of the association. Ernacillin took the "painted skin" and put it back on his body, "But since they can blend in, it proves that they are not strong enough." ”

"At this time, if there is a person who is strong enough and is completely disappointed in the association, will they really not be moved? And most importantly, this person has a very important secret in their hands that must not be discovered by others. Can he really resist the temptation and not bite the hook with such bait?" Enacillicillin smiled a "gentle" after applying the painted skin.

It's a pity that this so-called "gentle" smile looks very weird against the backdrop of his current temperament and complexion.

"Not a bad idea. It's just that your smile easily reminds me of those demonic followers. "I have a very strong urge to hit you right now. This is something that Qiu Mo doesn't plan to say, after all, this cub is a cub who has been watched by everyone in the association since he was a child, although it seems that he has been a little crooked by the people of the association now, but he still can't beat it.

"That's how you can fit in with them better. Ernacillin spread his hands, anyway, the demon retinue that the turkey brought back looked like a ghost, and compared to the appearance of his face full of snot and tears at that time, his current appearance could be regarded as pleasing to the eye.

"Well, you can start fishing. I need the bathroom really badly right now. Mo tactfully motioned for him to get out of the way.

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

Today's fog is very large, and it is a large white patch, which is not very suitable for going out.

It's now half past ten o'clock in the morning on Narto time, past the busiest hours of the morning on the streets, which are deserted due to fog.

Most people don't go out in this kind of weather, firstly because the streets are deserted, and there is nothing to gain when they come out at this time except to get wet, and secondly, because in this kind of low visibility environment, the probability of demons appearing is much greater.

Therefore, at this time, the only ones who will come out to hang out at this time are those who are not willing to die.

Enaxirin walked out of the association with his head bowed slightly, and even the air around him revealed gloom.

He didn't seem to notice that several pairs of eyes had been watching him for some time not far away.

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