On a bridge in the southern part of Puston, Donald meets his wife.

What a beautiful picture of amnesiac people reuniting with their loved ones, hugging, kissing, and exchanging heartfelt feelings, such a picture is almost predictable.

But the reality is that both sides remain highly reserved, and even the first meeting before strangers may have been in a better atmosphere.

Donald was restrained by the disgust in his mind for his wife in front of him and his ignorance of the situation, and he did not dare to speak casually, for fear that the other party would find out that something was wrong as soon as he opened his mouth.

And what about the girl in front of her? She must be in her early 20s, and despite her calm and quiet face, why did she have such a reserved and almost defensive mood?

After about two minutes of silence, Donald began to realize that there must be something or contradiction between his predecessor and the girl, and it was even more difficult for him to speak.

Worst...... What can I do now, I don't dare to say a word...... Ask her if she ate, or do you want to tell her that she accidentally fell and hit her head and then lost her memory?

Donald instinctively realized that he would end badly if he did this, and wisely chose to remain silent.

Than patience, he has self-confidence.

"I'll see Freddie less in the future. ”

After a while, the girl spoke first, but the amount of information was a bit large.

Who is Freddie?

What's the relationship between you?

Why did you two tell me when you two saw each other less?

And it was in this tone of helpless compromise.

"Hmmm......"

Aside from the ambiguous word 'um', Donald really didn't know how to pick it up.

I agree, no problem, I agree with your approach or no, I disagree, your approach is wrong, these replies are not appropriate.

He should avoid too subjective responses as much as possible.

Hiding clumsiness, hiding his thoughts as much as possible on some matters that he is unfamiliar with, and not allowing the other party to seize the opportunity, will expose his ignorance of things and cause suspicion and misunderstanding.

The current Donald can't stand the temptation of any of life's details.

"Well, whatever you do, I'll explain to you at the end that my relationship with him has nothing to do with what you think...... You have the right to remain suspicious, go home, you've been missing for a week, and I told the neighbors that you went to stay at a friend's house for a while...... Hopefully you'll have more thought before you run away from home next time, I don't have much time to spend looking around for your tracks. ”

The girl didn't say anything more, and Donald Grant's silence made her a little puzzled, because the quarrel a few days ago could be said to be very fierce, but then she was relieved, seeing the man's unkempt state, and the faint smell around him, it was obvious that he had already realized the disadvantages of running away from home.

On the flip side, it's a good thing.

Donald was glad that someone led the way, at least he didn't have to go to the police station anymore, and he could avoid the dilemma of having to explain why he didn't even know where his home was.

Now the question is what exactly happened between the girl in front of her and her predecessor.

Judging by the feedback from memory, they are husband and wife.

There was a contradiction between the two sides, and this contradiction was not so small that Donald was going to run away from home...... No, in her eyes, the runaway was probably Donald's preparation for his demon slaying ritual, was it a premeditated quarrel?

But it's also possible that the quarrel provoked Donald to trade with the demon and get something.

There is also a key point, after the quarrel, why did Donald run away from home like a little daughter-in-law, and generally not all women go back to their parents' homes?

**

233 Iris Street.

In front of me is a small two-story building, from top to bottom, flat roof, with a small balcony, brown and red bricks mixed to build, there are many potted plants on the protruding windowsill on the second floor, the first floor door is mahogany, with a door number hanging on it, and other houses on the left and right, the structure is similar, this seems to be a living area.

Entering the door, the home is clean and tidy, umbrella stand, shoe cabinet, corridor, this is the first part, the end of the corridor is the kitchen, the right side is the living room, and the left side is the stairs going up.

"Grant, I don't want to quarrel with you anymore, this is your living expenses for this month, a total of 10 shillings, an increase of 1 shilling over the past, this is the last time I will give you living expenses, you have been out of college for almost half a year, and then you have to look for a job on your own, I remember you studied religion? You can try to interview for church paperwork, you can also ...... In short, you have to start taking responsibility for yourself. ”

The money bag was handed over, and Donald subconsciously took it, this action was somewhat smooth, and the formulaic tone made him feel a little chill in his heart, as if this was a boss paying workers every month.

The girl looked at her with undisguised detachment and disgust, and Donald felt it.

In fact, after knowing that his predecessor graduated six months ago and still asked for money from a girl of a similar age, he also despised himself fiercely in his heart.

The bedroom was supposed to be upstairs, and when the girl walked to the living room, Donald didn't follow him, but walked up the stairs alone, and he needed to sort out his thoughts and figure out where he was and where he was.

It's a bit out of place to talk to anyone before that, to give an opinion.

The stiff relationship between husband and wife is a good buffer at this time,

However, halfway up the stairs, Donald's eyes inadvertently saw the girl on the sofa in the living room, and he suddenly realized a problem that he had previously overlooked.

Donald's parents died in a grocery store fire four years ago, and he and the girl should have been married in recent years, after all, both of them are not very old.

According to common sense, after marriage, she is Donald's family, and strictly speaking, she is currently the only family.

Even if there is an irreconcilable contradiction between the two sides, even if it is hatred, this is a way to deepen the impression, isn't it?

Why is the impression so vague? Even when I saw her, I still had only words and emotions that could be described as barren.

Other than that, there are no memories that can be recalled.

With his palms tightening and grasping the armrests, Donald vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't grasp the fleeting inspiration.

Gently rubbing his temples, he continued to lift his feet, and finally reached the second floor.

Another corridor, there were three rooms, Donald pursed his lips, took out the keychain in his pocket, there were three keys on it, one was the door, he saw exactly the same in his wife's hand, then one of the remaining two keys should be the bedroom.

He was ready to try to open the door, but it didn't have to be so troublesome, because just walking to the first door, he saw the door number hanging on it.

Donald Grant

Taking a step back, I looked at the room next to me, and sure enough, there was a door number on it.

Infinita Alfred

It was the girl's name, Donald said to himself.

They are separating and may ...... Never lived together.

Brush Lala~

Twisting the wheel, the water spewed out from the metal shower head poured on his body, and Donald hadn't taken a shower for a while to perform the demon slaying ritual, and the feeling of cleanliness and comfort improved his mood.

Just in the shower.

In the upper left corner of the washroom, there is a mechanical water meter, dark brown material, and some gears are exposed inside the dial, watching the numbers on it jump, Donald turned off the water flow in time, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at himself inside.

With lighter skin, pale blonde hair that reaches the ears in the middle, emerald green eyes that are different from his wife's, a high nose bridge and slender lips, the overall facial features look deep and three-dimensional.

If the stubble on his chin is removed, in the words of his previous life, it is entirely possible for him to eat with his face.

"This is who I am now......"

Staring at himself in the mirror, Donald adapted to his current state, but the trance that had appeared in the alleyway before came back at this time.

When I closed my eyes and opened them, my skin in the mirror turned completely pale in an instant, the whites of my eyes turned black, and my emerald green eyes gradually became red......

"No!"

He slammed his fist on the mirror with a low roar, and there was someone downstairs, so he deliberately lowered his voice, and at the same time restrained his strength.

The next second, the self in the mirror returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Palms, arms, neck, chest, back, thighs and even buttocks, Donald was naked in front of the mirror after taking a shower, and if there were outsiders, the title of pervert would probably be confirmed.

He had seen a lot of movies in his previous life, whether it was true or not, there would be more or less marks on the people who were parasitized by demons or signed contracts, and he wanted to confirm his status.

As a result, nothing has changed, the body is still his body, and the scene just now seems to be just his hallucination.

Shaved off the stubble and changed into clean clothes, there wasn't much in the bedroom, a single bed against the wall, a plaid quilt and white pillows neatly stacked on top of each other.

A desk by the window, with stationery, and a wooden chair with cushions stuffed with cotton.

A wooden bookcase stuffed with various religious books, and beyond that is a chaise longue and a bedside table with a radio on it.

After a brief tour and exploration of some corners, Donald began to sort out the situation.

Notes, dark red beads, this is something that came out of the sewers.

There were a few books from the book cabinet about religion, the social environment, and especially about the existence of demons.

And the final key, a journal found in a drawer on the bottom floor of the bedside table, with only a few pages of text inside.