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

What a beautiful picture of the reunion of amnesia with their relatives. Hugs, kisses, and expressing their feelings to each other. Such a picture is almost foreseeable.

But the reality is that both sides maintain a high degree of reserve. Even if it is the first meeting between strangers before, the atmosphere may be better.

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

What about the girl in front of her? She should be in her early 20s. Although her face is calm and quiet, why does she feel so reserved and almost alert?

After being silent for about two minutes, Donald began to realize that there must be some things or conflicts between his predecessor and this girl, and it was even harder for him to speak.

Oops...what should I do now? I dare not say a word...I asked her if she had eaten? Or would I tell her that she accidentally fell and kowtowed and then lost her memory?

Donald instinctively realized that the consequences of his doing so would be very miserable, and he wisely chose to continue to remain silent.

More patient than he is, he has confidence.

"I will reduce my meeting with Freddy in the future."

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

Who is Freddy?

What is the relationship between you?

Why did you two tell me specifically when they reduced their meeting?

And in this helpless tone of compromise.

"Um......"

Apart from the ambiguous word "Yeah", Donald really doesn't know how to answer it.

I agree, no problem, I agree with your approach or it doesn't work, I don't agree, your approach is wrong, and none of these replies are appropriate.

He should avoid responding to too strong subjective consciousness as much as possible.

Hidden your weaknesses, hide your thoughts as much as possible for some unfamiliar affairs, and do not let the other party seize the opportunity, which will reveal his lack of understanding of the matter and cause suspicion and misunderstanding.

Donald now cannot withstand any temptation in the details of life.

"Hmm? No matter what you do, I will explain to you at the end that the relationship between me and him has nothing to do with what you think... You have the right to continue to be suspicious. Go home. You have been missing for a week. I told my neighbors that you went to a friend's house for a while... I hope you can have more considerations before running away from home next time. I don't have much time to search for your traces."

The girl didn't say anything more. Donald Grant's silence made her a little confused because the quarrel a few days ago was very intense, but then she felt relieved again. Seeing the man's unkempt state and the smell coming from his side, it was obvious that he had already realized the disadvantages of running away from home.

On the other hand, this is also a good thing.

Donald is of course very happy that someone leads the way. At least he doesn't have to go to the police station anymore, and he can avoid the dilemma of explaining why he doesn't even know where his home is.

The question now is what happened between the girl in front of her and her predecessor.

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

There was a conflict between the two sides, and this conflict was so small that Donald wanted to run away from home... No, in her eyes, running away from home was probably Donald's preparation for his demon-subduing ceremony. Is this a premeditated quarrel?

But it is also possible that the quarrel stimulated Donald, and he asked him to trade with the demons and also gain something.

Another key point is, after the quarrel, why did Donald run away from home like a young wife? Usually, it is not women who go back to their parents' home?

**

No. 233 Iris Street.

In front of me is a two-story building, from top to bottom, with a small balcony with a flat roof, built in mixed brown and red bricks. There are many potted plants on the protruding windowsill on the second floor. The door on the first floor is made of mahogany, with door signs hanging on it, and other houses are connected on both sides. The structure is similar, and this seems to be a living area.

When you enter the door, the home is decorated cleanly and tidy, with umbrella racks, shoe cabinets, and corridors. 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 upward stairs.

"Grant, I don't want to argue with you anymore. This is your living expenses this month, a total of 10 shillings, an increase of 1 shilling from the past. This is the last time I give you living expenses. You have been graduating from university for nearly half a year. Next, you have to find a job yourself. I remember you are studying religious teaching? You can try to interview the church's paperwork, or... in short, you have to start taking responsibility for yourself."

The wallet was handed over, and Donald subconsciously accepted it. The action was a little easy. The formulaic tone made him feel a little chilled, as if a boss was paying workers a monthly salary.

The girl looked at her with unconcealed alienation and disgust, and Donald felt it.

In fact, after he knew that his predecessor was still asking for money from a girl of about the same age for six months after graduation, he also despised himself in his heart.

The bedroom should be upstairs. When the girl walked towards the living room, Donald did not follow him, but walked up the stairs alone. He needed to sort out his thoughts and figure out his current situation and his own situation.

It was a bit inappropriate to talk to anyone before and express their opinions.

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

However, halfway through the stairs, Donald's eyes inadvertently saw the girl on the sofa in the living room. He suddenly realized a problem that he had ignored before.

I remember Donald's parents died in a grocery store fire four years ago. His marriage to the girl should have been in recent years. After all, both parties are not old.

According to common sense, after marriage, she is Donald's family, and in a strict sense, she is the only family at present. Shouldn't she cherish the loss and gain of her relatives?

Even if there are irreconcilable conflicts between the two sides, even if it is hatred, this is also a way to deepen the impression, right?

Why is my impression so vague? Even when I see her, there are only words and emotions that are so scarce that they can be described as barren.

Apart from that, there is no memory to be recalled.

The palm suddenly shrank and grabbed the handrail tightly. Donald vaguely noticed something was wrong, but he could not grasp the fleeting inspiration.

He gently rubbed his temples, continued to raise his feet, and finally arrived at the second floor.

There was another corridor, with three rooms in total. Donald pursed his lips and took the keychain in his exit pocket. There were three keys on it, one of which was the gate. He saw exactly the same in his wife's hands, so one of the remaining two keys should be the bedroom.

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

Donald Grant

I took a step back and looked at the room next to me. Sure enough, there was a door sign on it.

Infinita Alfred

这是那女孩的的名字,唐纳德心里暗自说道.

They are separated, and it is possible that... they have never lived together.

Brush ~

拧动转轮,金属莲蓬头喷出的水浇在身上,为了进行降魔仪式的唐纳德已经有一段时间没有洗过澡,干净舒服的感觉令他的心情转好.

Just while taking a shower.

盥洗室的左上角有着一个机械式的水表,暗褐色的材质,表盘内部还有露出一些齿轮,看着上面的数字跳动,唐纳德适时的关闭了水流,站在镜子前,看着里面的自己.

The lighter skin, light blonde hair with middle part and ears, is different from the wife's emerald green pupils, a high nose bridge and a thin lips. Overall, the 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 that he will make a living by relying on 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 alley before came again at this time.

Close your eyes and open it. The skin in the mirror was completely pale in an instant, the whites of your eyes turned black, and the emerald green eyes gradually dyed red...

"No!"

He roared and punched the mirror. There was someone downstairs, so he deliberately lowered his voice and restrained his strength.

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

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

He had watched a lot of movies in his previous life, regardless of whether it was true or false. There would be more or less marks on the person who was parasitized by demons or signed contracts. He wanted to confirm his status.

The result was no change, and the body was still his body, and the scene just now seemed to be just his hallucination.

Shave off the stubble and change into clean clothes. There are not many things in the bedroom. A single bed against the wall, plaid bedding and white pillows are neatly stacked on it.

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

A wooden bookcase filled with various religious books is a lounge chair, a bedside table and a radio on it.

After a simple inspection and exploration of some corners, Donald began to sort out the status quo.

Notes, dark red beads, this is something taken out of the sewer.

Several books taken out of the bookcase include religion, social environment, and especially the existence of demons.
Chapter completed!