The tip of the pen touched the shoe, and the upper was slightly sunken like a soft cheek poked by a finger.

Judging from the vision and feel, there is no problem. It is still the normal shoe, but the color is different, and the part where the pen tip and the shoe are in contact with the shoe have no changes.

But for safety reasons, I threw away the pen.

Then he took out a little change and put it in Adam's pocket, which was considered compensation.

I originally wanted her to return to the car and stay by myself, but her condition really made me feel at ease.

I had to hold her hand and hold her to a place where I could see it at a glance, and then told her to stand here and not walk around. She nodded obediently, but her mind was still not in normal operation.

While paying attention to her figure, I reached into my pocket and took out a piece of chalk with a special appearance.

This chalk is bright red, the length is equivalent to a finger, and it will not get dusted when held in the hand. It actually doesn't feel like chalk, but it looks more like a small piece of cold and rough metal rod.

Although it doesn't seem precious, it is actually expensive. It was bought from merchants in the black zone after spending a lot of money. The effectiveness of chalk itself is also very simple, it can replace most materials needed to draw ritual patterns, and it is portable and durable. Although it is difficult to sustain when drawing advanced ritual patterns, when drawing more basic ritual patterns, this chalk can even play a better quality than the original materials.

The ceremony I am going to arrange now has the effect of "containing spiritual fluctuations here". Although I don't know whether it will have an effect on the current "residual impact", I can only give it a try.

Soon, by my hands, bright red patterns, like blood, were drawn on the ground, on both sides of the alley, and on the walls at the end.

After I finished drawing the last stroke of the last pattern, all the patterns around me emitted a strange red light.

At the same time, the sunset in the distance completely sank, and the alley was darkened, with only the red light that reminded people of evil, weird, and fear vaguely illuminating the surroundings, and the dark shadows that rose and fell slightly with my breath appeared on the wall.

After three seconds, all the patterns seemed to sprinkle on the beach, and all disappeared into the ground and walls, leaving no traces behind.

The red light also disappeared, and the surroundings fell into complete darkness.

This is a manifestation of the ceremony being arranged.

I took out my phone, turned on the flashlight function, and provided lighting.

Immediately afterwards, a confused "Huh" came from behind.

I looked back and saw that Adam, who was just led by me to the range of the ceremony, was holding the wall beside him, lifting his right foot, wearing white socks, and lowering his head in surprise. Although his eyes were clear, he seemed to be in confusion, as if he was puzzled: Where did my shoes go?

It seems that the ceremony has worked.

"Residual Effect", the shelter was successfully carried out.

*

"So that's it..." Adam seemed to have lost the memory he had just now, and walked out of the alley with me and murmured: "I almost entered the wall at the end of the alley..."

Now she even threw away the shoes of her other foot, letting her feet stand on the ground in white socks, like a poor girl who finally escaped from her parents with serious domestic violence, but in desperation, she didn't even have time to wear shoes.

I asked her if her feet hurt like this, and she said that although it hurts, it is better to be used to wearing shoes with only one foot.

"Why don't I lend you my shoes," I said.

"It's not good." She shook her head.

"That's it."

"Hello."

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." she sighed, "You said, what happens after I actually enter the wall?"

"I don't know, it may be stuck inside the wall or entering other spaces with completely different regularities." I thought, "That wall should not function as a door to a different space, but..."

But what? I can't describe it for a moment. Her consciousness was in a strange chaos at that time and regarded the wall as nothing, but as a result, the wall really became "nothing" to her.

This is too idealistic, but in the universe here, idealism also has a market, and the universe occasionally gives idealism a face.

I don’t know if the universe will occasionally be willful in my hometown, just because I don’t know? Or is it like a strict teacher who is not allowed to pass even a little mistake and must “do things according to the rules”?

And if she continues to walk, where will she reach?

"However, you should have solved the 'residual effect', right?" she asked instead.

"It's hard to say that it was solved, it can only be said that it was stored at the end of this alley." I analyzed it according to my own experience, "because the 'residual effects' are left in one place, the density is higher, but it will be saturated sooner or later, and the density will not continue to increase."

"But it's more dangerous than just now, right? If someone mistakenly makes an accident, wouldn't it be a disaster?" she asked.

"That's right, so we have to do the second job." After saying that, I looked at the truck not far away, with a large number of bricks and cement materials and other items, "building the wall."

In fact, if I just want to prevent ordinary people from entering the alley, I can also spend some time to arrange a small ceremony near the entrance so that those who want to enter feel that this alley is inexplicably unpleasant and far away.

But there are always some people in this world who will take the initiative to approach when they see something that makes them unhappy;

Some people are naturally slow to inspire (although it is impossible to reach my level) and can be immune to the influence of such small rituals;

Some people simply act as psychics, and can see through a ritual here at a glance. When they are curious, they go in and see what is inside, but they can never get out.

For the above three types of people, it is best not to play with fancy rituals, just build a wall here.

I chose to place this wall on the first corner of the alley.

For efficiency, Adam also changed into a blue work clothes and built a wall with me.

An interlude happened in the middle. The drone suddenly called and was for an after-sales visit. I first asked if I was satisfied with "Adam's true intelligence". After I made a satisfactory evaluation, he couldn't control his mouth anymore. "I didn't expect that Adam was actually a beautiful girl."

"She has graduated from college, so she can't be called a 'girl', right?" I said.

"You can't say that. Women with a girl's face and figure are always girls." He said strange things again, "And according to this information, don't you think she is very compatible with you? She is in the black area, but she hates evil, and you are the faceless man who makes the psychic criminals in Beaver City frightened. Maybe she is still your fan, but it must be! If it were me, she would definitely chase her immediately!"

"I'm not interested." I said.

"How can you say you are not interested? That's right, as an idol, it's too unrestrained to pursue fans. Otherwise, your first step can start by hinting her, 'You can chase me,'" he hasn't finished.

I hung up the phone so he wouldn't continue chattering.

But it was also all his fault for saying some extra words. After returning to Adam, he unconsciously paid attention to her face and figure.

As the drone said, Adam was indeed beautiful. Although his face was disguised now, his original face was not inferior to that of now, and his figure was also beautiful. I had never paid attention to this kind of thing before.

Having said that, I had no intention of having a "beautiful encounter" with her because of this.

Many things that seem beautiful nowadays are beautiful because they keep a distance. Once they get closer, they become just "seemingly beautiful". Many men and women like each other very much before becoming lovers, but after becoming lovers, they get disgusted with each other; there are also many lovers who try to show their strengths to each other when they are in love, but after getting married, they think they can feel at ease, but they expose many flaws, and eventually they still get disgusted with each other.

Since my previous life, I have only had pessimistic and negative imaginations about love and marriage. The endless complaints of my partners on the Internet and in reality have made me stronger.

While building walls, I squeezed the nonsense of the drone out of my mind.

She was sitting high on the herringbone ladder, building a wall on one side, and showing a somewhat complicated smile, "I definitely didn't expect that one day I would help a man carry bricks; and when the sun was already setting, I would build a wall with him..."

She didn't even wear shoes... She seemed to be muttering like this.

After she said this, I felt like I had done something outrageous.

*

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when the wall was built. After all, it was the first time to build a wall, and neither of us had any experience. The appearance of the entire wall looked like a wall, but in fact it was quite unrestrained. Not only was the surface uneven, but when you looked closely, the wall itself was also a bit unsettling. It seemed that a bicycle was found and hit it would collapse instantly.

It seems that it is correct to place the wall at the first corner. If placed directly at the entrance of the alley, it will inevitably attract too much attention because it is too ugly.

But she seemed satisfied, just like a child who baked bread for the first time in her life. Even if her cheeks, hands, and work clothes were dirty by black and gray "flour", the "bread" she made was extremely good and would easily be moved by the flavor of "made by herself".

"What a good wall!" she said.

Is it a good wall? I looked at it for a while, but I couldn't find even one advantage.

*

On the way back in the truck driven by Adam, because I finally got idle, I thought diverged and remembered the ones I had just had.

It's easy for me to forget that she is actually a few years older than me.

When I was a faceless person, I always forgot my age now and unconsciously regarded myself as a twenty-four-year-old social person. Then this "society person" started learning martial arts one day, and then accumulated some practical experience. Although he was a coward, he was good at intimidation and raids, and even dressed up himself as a scary character, and gradually gained some fame;

But in fact, I am only eighteen years old now and I am in the third grade of a high school in Beaver City. The classmates in the class only know that my academic performance is not bad, and my physical education was also very good in the past. The identity in the black area started at the age of fifteen. It is definitely not that twenty-four years old sounds really nonsense, doesn’t it? However, I only need to wear a mask, or disguise, fabricate my voice, and speak in an adult tone. Others don’t know, nor do they believe it, let alone think that I am just officially adult this year.

Unconsciously, I don’t think so anymore, because I do hide the soul of an adult.

But she is a few years older than me after all. Although she has not been disguised and stands with me who has not been disguised (assuming that there is this opportunity), and is no different from her peers, but it is not so easy to confuse.

But if I add my previous life and my age together, it is not appropriate for me to eat young grass, but because I have never experienced life after the age of twenty-four, I cannot regard myself as a middle-aged man of forty-two. The words "Mentally age forty-two" sound more like self-deprecating.

While I was using these thoughts to pass the time, Adam held the steering wheel with his left hand and picked up a cardboard box from his feet with his right hand, turned around and asked me, "I'll take this back?"

Inside is the shoe that has lost its color.

"You can do it." I am indecisive about it. Although the shoes are very strange, they are originally her items. And I am neither a researcher nor a research equipment. If she wants to take it, take it away.

If the shoe suddenly changes, for example, a huge mouth with bad breath suddenly grows, and then crawls to her when she is unprepared and eats her into her stomach in one bite. Although it is regrettable, it is also the responsibility of her own poor management.

"Let me ask more questions, what are you going to do with this?" I asked.

"What should I do? I didn't think about it myself, but I can't throw it away casually," she said.

When we passed the small restaurant before, we looked at each other and went to see the boss and the boss's wife in the name of having midnight snacks. The two of us had already reconciled and seemed to realize that some strange clouds that had covered us had dissipated and chatted with us with a relieved smile. I responded all the time, but I felt that I finally put down my burden.

"Are you safe?" She asked after having a midnight snack and walking out of the small restaurant.

I feel at ease. But of course I won't say it directly. Instead, I answered the question that was not right and asked, "Let me go back and investigate, and have any vicious incidents happened nearby in the past two days. I will pay as much as possible."

She smiled and said, "Since this is the case, I will give you free."

*

The next evening, she was really asked to investigate a vicious incident.

But this incident has nothing to do with the residual impact of the blood sacrifice ceremony, nor did it happen near that small street, but in the fourth district of Beaver City, at noon today, a psychic man attacked another passerby in broad daylight, and the incident quickly entered today's midday news.

The man on the news was wearing sunglasses and a mask.

He is Hasegawa who is going crazy.

However, after discussion, we did not "catch back to the crazy Hasegawa" and put it into the next action plan. Moreover, we didn't know where to catch it, because he is now hiding again.

The point is this passerby who was attacked.
Chapter completed!