The next morning, Roland pushed open the door to his house, rubbed his eyes, and yawned.

After a good night's sleep, he woke up earlier than usual today.

"Two hours left, do you want to do something?"

At this time, the streets were still silent, and the sky was like a mirror that had been wiped out with a layer of mist, and only a faint light came out of it, which was vast and seemed peaceful and warm.

Without thinking too much, under the influence of the Covenant Spirit, Roland, who had become very self-disciplined, gave the answer.

"Sure enough, let's go for a morning run, after indulgence, you still have to return to a regular life to be happy, happy and happy......"

It's easy to get tired from fighting in anger, and although he knows that this is common sense, Roland decided to improve his physical strength for the sake of long-term planning. In order to encourage yourself, stretch your waist and cheer yourself up.

Although he deliberately lowered his volume in order not to be obtrusive, it seemed that he was still captured by someone with a keen sense of hearing.

Such a greeting came from behind Roland.

"Good morning."

Roland's body froze suddenly, when he was talking to himself, even if he didn't say anything strange, he would feel ashamed to be heard, if Roland was thirty years old, he might still be able to laugh at it, but he is not even twenty years old now.

He subconsciously turned his head to look over, and quickly searched for the impression in his mind, although it sounded like a polite greeting between people who didn't know each other well, but for some reason, the voice was a little familiar.

Then, the owner of the voice gradually walked towards him.

It was a tall, thick, neat young man with short hair, who was obviously not bad, but because of his indifferent expression, he looked too serious and made people feel intimidated.

He wears a wide robe that resembles a uniform but is not in the way. He wears a golden cross around his neck, but perhaps because of his cold countenance, he gives the impression of being more like an unpopular old-fashioned priest.

"Good morning......" Roland looked at the visitor with a strange expression, and the alarm bell had already sounded in his heart, ready to summon the killer queen at any time. Excuse me, are you a priest? ”

"Yes, that's rude," said the priest, standing at a distance that would not cause anyone to be alarmed, and stared at Roland with those unwavering eyes.

"I'm the priest of the Church of Winterwood, Yanfeng Qili."

What happened to me?

No, I didn't do anything, did I? Isn't it a crime if it is not discovered?

I shouldn't have been able to find even the ashes at yesterday's scene, even if it's the set of the Grim Reaper elementary schoolboy, it's impossible to find me, right?

Moreover, Tosaka Shichen and the church still care about this? As long as there are no traces of mystery and magic, they don't care about serial killers, how can they care about me?

Although his heart was greatly shocked, Roland's face did not show half a point, and he asked hesitantly: "My name is Roland, may I ask, does Father Yanfeng have anything to do with me?" ”

The killer queen is ready to go, as long as Yan Feng Qili has the slightest move, let him immediately appreciate the power of the stand-in, anyway, the other party is also a man, so he doesn't even need to keep his hand.

Thinking of this, Roland's gaze moved down slightly, and he saw Yan Fengqili standing in an upright posture, but the back of his hand was tightly covered by the sleeve robe.

Yan Feng Qili didn't notice Roland's thoughts and small actions, he just looked at Roland seriously and issued an unexpected invitation.

"I just heard you, so, are you going to go for a morning run?"

The scene fell silent for a while.

"Huh?"

As Roland made a surprised voice, Yan Feng Qili seemed to realize his inappropriateness and began to explain a little stumblingly.

What such as just returning to the winter wood, keen on morning exercises, no companions, etc., make this street full of cheerful air.

And Roland finally relieved himself and remembered what he had said before.

This guy won't be triggered by keywords, right? So subconsciously attracted to it?

Roland took a deep breath, felt that he needed to calm down, and then righteously rejected him to avoid trouble, yes, the attitude must be tough!

“…… Okay, but I'm not a professional, so it's not going to be fast. ”

After a while, Roland, who had already felt his body hot and sweating slightly, stopped.

"I'm done today, and I have to go to work later? Yan Fengjun, what about you? ”

"I still need to practice boxing," Yan Feng Qili replied calmly, without the slightest intention to hide, "My father once received the Bajiquan inheritance from China, and was also taught by a famous teacher, so this is my regular morning class." ”

After agreeing to continue their morning run together tomorrow, Yan Fengqili did not hesitate for a moment, ran in the direction of the church, and continued his morning exercise.

It wasn't until his back disappeared out of Roland's view that Roland shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"It's really just a morning exercise together...... I thought I was being targeted,"

It is not difficult to see through the current Yan Feng Qili, and when he knows that his character is now a pool of stagnant water, he is destined to be unable to cover it up too much.

In the process of running in the morning, Yan Feng Qili and Roland did not have any extra words, just ran calmly, and even Roland deliberately exposed a few flaws under the pretense of physical exhaustion, and Yan Feng Qili did not react.

If you get an order, even if it's just to monitor the situation, the other party can't do this, but from another point of view, you are indeed being targeted.

It's impossible to say that I don't know which of my qualities attracted Yan Feng Qili, but I didn't expect it to be such an encounter.

Could it be that gravity really exists?

Roland frowned, rested on the bench for a while, and waited until his breathing had calmed down again before he stood up and looked at the rows of vending machines next to him.

"Buy a bottle of tea and drink it, then go back and take a shower, it's almost time to go to work."

Roland walked up to the vending machine, chose his favorite drink, reached into his pocket, and unexpectedly slapped it empty.

Hey?

Roland slapped the other pocket again, and after still getting the feedback that there was nothing, his body stiffened, and then he looked at the sky wordlessly.

I made a mistake, and for my first morning run, I changed into loose clothes and completely forgot about the logistics preparations.

Forget it, bear with me for ten minutes, and then go home and talk about it.

Just as Roland was about to leave, another footstep gradually approached, and the man was wearing a somewhat fancy purple coat, with leopard ornaments at the collar, and orange hair, looking like a dandy.

The orange-haired young man looked like he had just come for a walk in this quiet place, dressed as if he had just come out of a nightclub.

He walked over Roland slightly, threw in a few coins, pressed twice on the one hundred yen barley tea option, then took out one of the bottles and handed it to Roland.

"When you go out, you will inevitably encounter this kind of thing, if you don't want to go, just give it back to me later...... Ah, I'll have something to do later, so I'll go first. ”

Seeing that Roland seemed to be frozen, the young man forcibly stuffed the barley tea, beckoned casually, and left quickly.

There is no reciprocal return, no superfluous communication, the orange-haired youth just uses a hearty smile and an optimistic attitude to do a good deed every day.

Seeing this kind of scene, even people who have a bad first impression of him will have a good impression.

But Roland couldn't do it, because he knew the young man's name.

- Ryunosuke Yusheng.

It turns out that not only the stand-in messengers, but also the wicked will attract each other.