His back rubbed against the wall, the hem of James' coat was lifted by the wolf, his dangling feet fell to the ground, and the impact without warning made James's ankles ache, and the blood flow pulled by the opposite force finally returned to normal.

But James's mind was in turmoil, as if countless points of light were constantly smashing at him, and in the moment he was shrouded in red light, the images he had experienced reappeared in his mind like electricity. The former love was inexplicably pulled out, as if living again!

The rapid transition of love caused James's pupils to constrict, and the red points of light continued to crash into him, and the images kept switching, and those events that even James did not remember were stimulated and recreated by Crowley's soul exploration. These are the imprints of the soul's connection on *, those imprints made up of insignificant memories of events, which separate the countless souls that exist in the world and define the individual.

Birth, Growth...... Every interaction that James has participated in and interacted with the world has been traversed by Crowley!

When the last point of light crashes into James, it's as if time has been manipulated.

In the sound of an electromagnetic roar, the bright red light stretched the shadows of the bricks on the walls of the dark alley that turned in front of them. James clenched the saber in his left hand and the gun in his right hand rested on his left wrist, which was the standard attack stance, 'destroying the opponent's container' was the idea in James's affection.

But even though James wanted to speed up his pace, the fear of the unknown made his body instinctively slow down.

James leaned against the wall, the muscles of his shoulders bulging with tension, and the hand holding the weapon pressed against his lower body. His vision slowly deflected, the red glow on the walls growing brighter in the direction he turned.

There were still burn marks on the edges, the ashes were blown away by the air currents, and the things in James's eyes were filled with flying and dissipating ashes, and in the midst of it, there seemed to be a man surrounded by ashes!

The picture freezes, reverses!

In the sound of electromagnetism, the bright red light stretched the shadows of the bricks on the walls of the dark alley in front of them, and brightened and disappeared!

The flickering bright red was slowed down, and James maintained the instinctive contradiction between his mind and body, looking ahead. The bright red light is like a smudged color on an oil painting, constantly fading away from the turning alley! The raised bricks on the wall begin to cast on the wall when they touch the fading light!

James could clearly see that the black shadow was wrapped in a halo of light, elongated and prolonged after the bulge, until it reached the other side of the dark alley!

The shadows disappeared, the bright red light disappeared, and the original darkness of the dark alley returned.

The spike roar seemed to have stopped at some point, and James was still in the middle of a certain emotion, and from the turning alley, the bright red color patches blurred again! The red light kept pushing the dim light in the dark alley in front of James's eyes, pulling the raised bricks on the opposite wall to create inky shadows!

The shadow continued to elongate with the light, until it touched the turn of the wall on the other side, and was completely blocked by the light!

A hint of love was abruptly inserted into James's brain, and the road he entered was the only entrance and exit from the dark alley, and he could intercept the other party.

When the shadows and lights that had been stretched to the limit disappeared again, James's tensed shoulders pressed against one side of the wall. As his gaze slowly adjusted his breathing, James's gaze deflected along the source of the glow that was constantly flickering and flickering.

The canvas that had been smeared with constant smudges seemed to have been sprayed with large chunks of paint by mistake, and the scorching white light suddenly replaced the red that had been constantly flickering and disappearing, and even Crowley's slow picture could not be found out at this time, but James's eyes were already on the location of the incident!

Fixed!

Crowley's long blonde hair appears in freeze-frame, and she turns her head to look at James, the detective's pupils filled with white light. Luckily, the demon spirits he saw were dying, so he saved his eyes, only to faint afterwards.

Crowley stopped paying attention to James and turned to walk around in James' memories, her long hair sliding through the air. Even though there seemed to be a burning sun in front of James's gaze, there was no shadow unusually pulled out of the sky, but it was filled with this dazzling white light from the inside out.

Crowley walked towards the center of the light. Her fingers moved in the air, as if trying to touch something from the white light.

It's just in vain, it's just a flashback of the situation now, nothing has a substance.

Crowley's fingers slid slowly, and the freeze-frame image moved forward again, and the white light was gone!

In front of it, in the vent at the bottom of the wall, the air currents disrupt the light in a visible way, sweeping away the scattered ashes that enveloped the space where Crowley was.

James's arms were slowly lifting, his facial muscles contracting and stretching, "b-a-d-u-n-"

Crowley wasn't interested in James's twisted lips, and she quietly watched the man slowly turn around in the ashes. The other party's raised hand was obscured by the ashes, but Crowley could already guess that it was the 'murder weapon' that killed the soul.

Crowley didn't move, but the space she was in was flipping, and it was James's body that was so soft that his gaze determined the space that Crowley could see.

In the ever-compressing space, Crowley's body is moved like duckweed, the gray walls, the vanishing ashes, and finally the sky caught in the building.

Crowley waited, and just as James had thought, it was the only exit from the Dark Alley.

The slowly closing space continued to compress the world that Crowley was in, and Crowley frowned. If James didn't see it, then she retracted her assessment of James's fortitude.

In this world of sky and building walls, which is constantly compressed and darkened as James saw it, a man intrudes obliquely.

'Really the same as a pastor. ’

In James's sudden appearance, Crowley remembers the side face that looks up at an eerie angle.

Come to an end.

When the last point of light flew towards James, Crowley waved her hand, and she was involved in this section and didn't need to watch it again.

James couldn't hold back any longer, his knees went limp, his hands holding his weapon propped up on the not-so-clean ground, and he vomited.

"Is it painful to look at your life again?" Crowley smiled as she stood in front of James as she looked at the man's twitching shoulders, "I should have given you more evaluation, yours are a nice guy, and you can see why vampires value you." ”

James's whole body twitched, he couldn't respond to Crowley's words, and sadly, he couldn't find a way to face the demon in front of him. She raped his soul!

Crowley smiled and patted James on the shoulder, a look of inevitability flashing in her eyes, "Maybe I should warn you, well, or remind you to remind the vampires." ”

James's cuffs were stained with a disgusting sticky substance, he frowned, lifted his face, he wanted to stand up, but the aches all over his body didn't allow him to do so, the only thing he could do was glare at Crowley.

Crowley curled the corners of her mouth, ignoring James's anger, "You've seen hunters, those nondescript guys. Now, you've met a true traditional hunter. ”

Crowley lifted James' chin, not looking disgusted by the stench in James' mouth, "What would you choose? Remind the vampire, or be like 'Rivinch' before?"

In James's suddenly confused eyes, Crowley smiled, "Choose carefully, Oh, James Lance, if the vampire can't teach you competently, I can." ”

Janes, who was forced by Crowley, had no secrets to her, so of course, so was James's wandering stance.