"Gabriel? What's wrong?'

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"Yes, it's so rare, and you're going to be absent-minded."

Gabriel's purple eyes moved, and he didn't answer.

He sat on the bench that was supposed to be empty but was now empty, echoing Randall's words and pretending to be careless, scanning the crowd in front of him.

Just now, an emaciated man looked at them, lasted at least five minutes, and then walked away without doing anything. The expression on the other party's face was definitely not kind, especially the eyes, which shone as if they were expecting something, a dangerous light.

If the other party was just an ordinary citizen, he would be on guard, but only on guard, and he would never start thinking and be uneasy like he is now.

It turned out that the other party was Howard Derrick, the clerk of the 13th District Sheriff's Bureau.

Since childhood, Gabriel has been trained by his father to memorize, store a lot of information, organize and use it. With this ability developed and trained, it is not difficult to memorize the faces of thousands of strangers and their underlying information. Before his disappearance, his father had given him an electronic list that he had asked him to remember, with hundreds of faces and messages from strangers.

Howard Derrick's face is one of them. A gloomy and somewhat neurotic man would never like to be in such a crowded place.

There must be some reason.

Is it because of him?

Gabriel's eyes fell on Randall, who was cleaning up in front of him.

"Randall."

"Well, what's wrong? I still have ...... Well, it will be done in about ten minutes, so you have to wait patiently for me. By the way, here's a song and dance parade, right? I want to go to the parade, can you take me there?'

"Okay. There's a man just staring at you, do you know him?'

"Stare at me, not at you? It's amazing, I didn't notice.'"

"A man in a white coat."

Randall's movements stopped.

He faltered.

Gabriel thought to himself.

Randall turned his head to look at him, a little nervous.

"Are you wearing a white coat, and then you are wearing glasses?"

"Yes, with glasses, thin-framed round eyes, the kind only researchers wear. Do you know that?'

Randall looked down, thinking, racking his brains for the right words to say.

Wavering, dazed, and a little at a loss, but he was not perfunctory, nor did he try to cover up and lie.

"This man...... This man's name is Howard, and he's from the Sheriff's Department.'"

When he raised his head again, he had already made up his face with a decided-made expression.

"Did you last see this man when you were taken to the Sheriff's Office?"

"Yes. The last time I was taken away, you didn't ask me why, and I didn't tell you, it's not a good thing, I'm afraid that if I don't handle it well and involve you, it will cause you trouble......

Gabriel interrupted him.

"And now?"

"Huh?"

"Now you're going to tell me?"

"Hmm. I believe I'm done, and I don't want to hide it from my friends.'"

『…… It's okay, it's already possible.'

Gabriel jumped off the bench.

Now is not the time to say these things, not to mention what the other party wants to say, what he may say, he already knows.

At first, he took the other party to the alley monitored by the security bureau, and the people from the security bureau found him and took him away. THE CHILD WHO WAS SOFT-HEARTED AND DIDN'T KILL THE KILLER IN THE SMALL TOWN OF LOTUS ACTUALLY LIVES IN HIS OWN HOUSE, AND MUST TAKE A SMALL TEST TO GUESS THE TRUE IDENTITY OF THIS PERSON, AND WHETHER HE IS IN A POTENTIAL DANGER THAT WILL ENDANGER THE SAFETY OF HIS MOTHER AND HIMSELF.

If they belong to certain organizations, or if they are trained to be used as pawns, they can take the opportunity to completely eliminate them with the help of the Public Security Bureau; If he was really just an ordinary person, unfortunately he became a victim and became a prisoner of the Public Security Bureau, he would not feel any regrets.

The speculation of these two possibilities is based on the fact that the other party has no way to get out of the security bureau, however, the other party came out unharmed.

A third speculation arises.

He is neither a terrorist belonging to some organization with a dangerous identity, nor is he an ordinary person.

-- Class A citizen.

Of all the possibilities Gabriel could imagine, it seemed the most improbable, but it was the most plausible.

If this possibility had been speculated before, then Howard Derrick's bizarre behavior just now happened to be proof of it.

It's just that there are still some things that don't make sense. He needed more intelligence.

"What's wrong?"

"It's time, it's time for the parade, don't you want to see it? Let's go.'"

"Really? I'll be right away.'"

Randall's face was smiling brightly, and his steps were brisk.

At this time, the sky was only a few traces of the setting sun, and the moon had already jumped from the western skyline, revealing its face.

All the electric lights along the 4,000-square-metre-long St. Fa Road began to go out one after another, and the lanterns hung on both sides of the road were lit one by one. Paper lanterns and candles for lighting that are only sold as goods in the D-class area, and the orange light from the fire begins to spread along the straight avenue with the movements of the lighter.

Excited shouts and laughter began to be heard from the crowd.

It's time for the parade.

The festival begins to reach its climax.

The parade begins with incredible magnificence and flickering candlelit lanterns. The gold, silver, red, white, blue, and green lights flickered and flickered, and the female conductor and the dolls played a lively march and surrounded the giant boat-shaped floats, which occupied the entire main road.

Behind the floats are men and women, young and old, dressed in fancy costumes, dancing to the melody played by the band. Fairytale princesses and princes, knights and witches, angels and demons, colorful costumes and characters dazzle Randall. Seemingly overnight, it was transformed from the dilapidated D-Class 13 of the empire into a giant playground.

Gabriel and Randle held hands tightly, and once they were dispersed by the crowd, it was almost impossible to find each other. They stood on the side of the road, pushed to the front by the crowd, colorful lights flashing over their faces, Gabriel was as expressionless as ever, and Randall was almost intoxicated by the parade.

"Gabriel, look, is that princess standing in front of you Snow White? It's Snow White!'

"I guess there's a dwarf played by a child next to her."

"The white-bearded old man in a red cotton coat...... Yes! My mother told me that in the old century Christmas there would be old people who gave gifts to their children!"

"You're talking about Santa Claus, heh, it's June, and someone is playing Santa Claus. Hey, your body is too forward, a little bit back.'"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm so excited."

Randall's face flushed with excitement and shyness, and he followed Gabriel's words and moved back a step.

"That, Gabriel."

"Huh?"

"Thank you."

"It's just a trifle. We're friends, and if we're friends, we don't need to say thank you for such a trivial matter."

"Friend......

Randall's voice was momentarily confused, and the excitement and joy that followed swept away the confusion. He put away his smile, and for the first time a solemn expression appeared on his face.

He spoke in a solemn tone as if he were taking an oath.

"Yes, we're friends!"

Gabriel's lips curled at the corners of his lips, and at that moment, the sound of metal cutting through the air was suddenly heard in his ears.

The people beside them collapsed almost at the same time as the sound sounded. Then, a bright red viscous liquid began to diffuse, expanding, like a blood rose that bloomed rapidly in the dark night.

I didn't even have time to moan or call for help, and I died in an instant.

Someone was killed.