It was supposed to be an archive room or something, and some policeman, Chapman, looked left and right for a while to make sure no one was here. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info looked at a certain column of filing cabinets marked with the year, confirmed a column, walked in, and opened the drawers with a clean and soft movement, rummaging for something.

The not-so-bright lights above his head flickered on and off, and Chapman glanced up, frowned, and looked around again. The shadow of the shadow gives it a creepy feeling. But Chapman just pouted and continued to bow his head to go about what he was doing. Looking at the speed at which he turned, it was clear that he was aiming for something.

Something was tugging at his trouser legs.

Chapman's hand stopped, and his face was impatient, "Don't rush me! I'm checking!"

Although the sound was deliberately muffled, there was still an echo due to the environment.

The tugging continued.

Chapman frowned, took away the document in his hand, and looked at his feet, "I said don't rush......" was stunned for a moment, looked at the small tentacle that poked out of the shadow under his feet, and lost his voice.

The little tentacle shook and wrapped around Chapman's ankle and pulled it towards the filing cabinet.

Chapman wasn't sure if he was moving or being pulled, and took a step closer to the filing cabinet, almost sticking to the cold filing cabinet, the shadow also successfully covered the filing cabinet with Chapman's moving occlusive light source, and a smiling face appeared in the shadow, "Hi ~ Chapman~"

The corners of Chapman's eyes twitched, and he instinctively wanted to take a step back, "Wandel?!, how are you ......?"

In the shadow on the filing cabinet, the slender black tentacles suddenly stretched out, and a little black hand grabbed Chapman's clothes, pulled them back, and continued to stick to the filing cabinet only a little gap, "Don't retreat, I don't want to talk to the soles of your feet~ That's it, good~"

Chapman opened his mouth, he didn't expect to see this filmmaker Vendel again, and now, the timing was not good.

"You, why did you come to the police station?" Chapman felt his exhalation bounce back as he fogged over the filing cabinet.

"I'm looking for you~" I don't know if it's the bad taste of this filmmaker, and Chapman's silhouette begins to appear in Chapman's shadow.

Chapman frowned, waved his hand and easily broke off the tiny tentacles that were brittle than toilet paper, took a step back, and watched the shadow covering the filing cabinet shrink as he stepped back, accompanied by Wandel's wordless complaint, "Uh...... Just kidding, ......."

Chapman retreated to the center of the filing cabinet, frowning at the shadow shrunk under his feet, deliberately not touching any other shadows, and slowly walked directly below the light source.

"Uh......" the voice in the shadow continued, "Who taught you? Well, you trapped me. I apologize and I'm sorry. It's okay. Now, can you find a place where I can move, I'm really here for you......"

Chapman crouched down, touched his body, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, stood on the ground, and then removed the flashlight he was carrying from his waist.

"What are you going to do?!" said the filmmaker Wandel, followed by a pretending scream, "Ahhh

Chapman stood up and took a few steps back, no longer caring about what his own shadow touched, Chapman looked at the edge of the cigarette box under the ceiling, which was compressed to the point that it could no longer compress a lonely black shadow, "What are you looking for me for?" ”

"Yes, yes!" the shadow of the cigarette box spoke, looking not very happy, "After we went through all that together, I thought we were friends!"

Chapman's face twitched, Wandel didn't mention it, it's okay, if he did, then, he could only hehe. I also need to remind this police gentleman that Chapman's current 'magical' life began in what way, ah, by the way, he was possessed by the filmmaker Vendall after 'suicide'.

Chapman turned and walked away.

"Hey, you're not really going to leave me here, are you!Chapman?Chapman!"

Chapman didn't really leave, but returned to his original position and continued his work.

Let the filmmaker Wandel call for a while, and continue to be calm, "What are you looking for me for?" ”

"Tsk, I'm looking for your help. ”

"Help what. ”

"Lend your body for one. ”

Chapman put down the file in his hand and took out another file, this kind of thing needs to be answered?

"Uh, Chapman, Chapman, Chapman~Chapman~~" Vendall sang.

"Not borrowed!" Chapman pouted.

"Please~"

"No, go find someone who is going to die! Don't look for me!"

"I can't find it. If you can find me, you won't come to you, do you think I am willing to possess people who are healthy and vigorous?

Remember about the characteristics of the filmmaker, the filmmaker is too weak. Not to mention the poor way of existence that can only exist in the shadows, the most worthy of sympathy is that possession can only be deceived by deception, deceiving those who are dying, whose life has begun to emerge, and who are 'hallucinating' to the point of beginning to see another self.

"Huh. It was a mockery, and Chapman didn't want to respond. Isn't it true that you tell a policeman that there are no dying people in this city?

"Uh, what do you know, Demon Contractor, do you think your masters like me to forcibly renew the life of a dying man for a few days? Tut. And since the power of the fallen angel was fully exerted and the hellhound was controlled, the situation has been even worse, those dogs have forcibly dragged the soul out of the body regardless of whether I am still in the body! I was almost dragged away several times!"

Vandall's grumbling seemed to be going on and on—"Not to mention the saints, that angel, Camille, whatever! what's wrong with my body for a few days, as if I'm going to defile the souls of his followers, uh, it's ......"

was interrupted.

Chapman was clever, caught the cigarette case thrown over, and looked at the hooded man in front of him, "You, where did you come from??"

Bumi pointed sideways at the vent, "The Shadow Man is a pathetic creature and an important ally of ours and wizards, don't abuse it." Bumi patted the cigarette case in Chapman's hand, smiled at the shadow beside him, and then continued to look at Chapman, "What are you doing?"

"Uh......" Chapman didn't want to answer, but after a moment's hesitation, he spoke, "Demons, uh, Scoyle, want a case file in the Southeast." ”

"Oh. Bumi pursed his lips, looking unconcerned, "Your director, where's Darcy?"

Chapman pursed his lips, "I'm just a little police officer. "Well, that's the answer.

"Oh, what about James?"

"Uh, is Detective Corson at the police station?"

"Not at all. ”

"That's probably going out on a mission. ”

"Oh. Bumi looked disappointed, "Then, you go on." "Turning the filing cabinet, there was a soft sound at the vent, and the person was gone.

The tiny tentacles came out again, grabbed Chapman, and leaned towards the filing cabinet, "That's not attached, you can do something for me, it's always okay, I helped you before, you owe me, you should help me." ”

"Well, whatever. (To be continued.) )