Ember Gun

  Chapter 178 Taboo Happiness

  The scenery outside the window flew by, and the slowly falling snowflakes also rose up quickly, falling like heavy rain.

   "You seem to have a good appetite."

  Lorenzo stationed his chin and said, looking at Seleu who was stuffing bread in his mouth.

  This girl has completely abandoned those noble auras now, and doesn't care about her image.

  "It's just been a long time since I have eaten this kind of food."

   Seleuc swallowed the bread.

   "Yawei never let me eat outside things, he said that they are all junk food."

   "It can be seen that you are a continuation of the Stuart family. He regards you as more precious than anything else."

  Lorenzo also picked up a piece of bread and ate it. Although it was said that the demon hunter had strength and endurance beyond ordinary people, it was always uncomfortable to be hungry.

   "But the more he stops me, the more I want to eat, so sometimes I sneak out."

   "Like when you came to see me?"

  Every time Seleu came to find herself, the end was when Lorenzo took her to dinner and Yawei came to pick her up.

"probably."

  Lorenzo recalled his experience, he went on to say.

   "Actually, this is pretty easy to understand."

  "When I was in the church, I could often see those, those holy and noble priests. On the surface they sang the gods, but they were buried in bars and casinos behind their backs."

"Among them is the pastor who I thought was very pious. As a result, he gambled the most in the casino. I also asked him why he did it, but he said that he didn't understand. ."

  "The doctrine says that it is the original sin of mankind. In the face of that terrible temptation, no matter how strong the faith is, it will not withstand a blow."

  Can be curious...is the desire to explore the unknown also the original sin?

  Lorenzo thought about the cigarette case in his arms that he couldn't help but touched, which contained the cigarettes containing bellflower.

   "One day later, I felt like I had suddenly become acquainted, and I figured out everything."

   "Perhaps sometimes people just need this kind of thing."

"what?"

   Seleuc asked curiously.

   "Forbidden happiness."

  Lorenzo pretended to answer mysteriously.

  "The imprisonment of thought is temporary. The more you warn, the less human beings will feel afraid, but...more curious."

   "It's like a flame."

   Said Seleu.

   "Yes, I often hear those people talk about the problem of educating children."

  Lorenzo thinks of Mrs. Van Ludo, that is the story she told Lorenzo.

   "No matter how you warn your child not to approach the fireplace, he will still be curious and want to touch it. Instead of waiting for the event to happen, it is better to make him feel pain at the beginning, so the children will be in awe of the flame."

  The voice suddenly stopped, and Lorenzo sensed something, just as you know the existence of something, but you don’t know what it is, or even how to describe it.

  How humans and demons resemble everything in the story.

  Lorenzo seems to have spied all the root causes, is it possible that the demon is this "forbidden happiness"?

  It’s no use warning anymore. Sooner or later, human beings will touch the unknown power. Rather than being caught off guard at that time, it is better to release it at the beginning so that humans learn to fear the unknown.

  A painful scream flashed through his brain, which seemed to be punishment for Lorenzo's awareness of the truth.

   He frowned and couldn't help lighting another cigarette, but before he could take out the cigarette case, he was stopped by Seleu.

  "No smoking on the train."

  Lorenzo was shocked, put away the cigarette case, his expression was slightly hideous.

   "I actually always think that people like you don't smoke."

   Seleuc said.

   "For an ascetic monk, smoking is considered drinking, right?"

  Lorenzo shook his head.

  "Just use it to relieve it when you feel a little stressed."

   "Then you can eat sugar."

  Seleu stretched out his hand, it was still colored candy paper, but no one knew if it was the strange candy in it.

   "I usually eat sweets when I feel stressed."

  She said very casually, but Lorenzo keenly smelled something wrong.

  "Do you feel stressed?"

  The girl deliberately widened her eyes, and then she had a strong expression.

  "Yo-yo-yo, when has Mr. Holmes been so sensitive?"

  Seleu looked like he had seen a ghost.

  Her voice is deliberately elongated, full of mockery.

   "I thought someone like you would not understand girls' minds at all. I didn't expect to be so sensitive. Is it a detective's reasoning training? But you don't seem to be a serious detective!"

  Lorenzo couldn't help half covering his face. Once she caught a little bit, she would be chased and beaten.

  "I’m not a fool. I want to focus on the psychological state of the ‘hostage’, isn’t it right?"

  "..."

"Oh."

   Seleuc lowered his head and ate the bread again, and the atmosphere became silent again.

  It was true, she felt a little pressure, the pressure of death.

  If Lorenzo is right, this neurosis is to fulfill his great long-cherished wish and use himself to hack to death the rat named Lawrence.

   "It's so crowded! It's a good deal!"

   Suddenly a hearty voice sounded. Presumably the owner of the voice must be a young and strong guy. Lorenzo heard the voice somewhat familiar, and couldn't help but raised his head.

It was a middle-aged man with gray hair, wearing black sunglasses... Actually Lorenzo was a little hard to judge his age, because he looked really old, but the attitude of living was very young, so young. No, he smiled at each passenger from the door of the car and greeted the lady.

  The atmosphere of the entire carriage was elevated a bit by him, like a joyous dance party.

  Lorenzo turned his gaze back, and he began to pray that he would not sit across from him. This kind of eye-catching guy was the most troublesome.

  But then a familiar voice sounded again, and Lorenzo even felt that he had some auditory hallucinations, but then a familiar middle-aged man sat opposite him.

  Lorenzo was a little dazed, and the man was a little dazed, because he looked a little familiar with Lorenzo.

   "That...Excuse me?"

  Before he could come out, another man took a seat, and the seats were all now.

  Whatever you may be worried about, just come, it is the guy who mobilizes the atmosphere.

  But after he took the seat, Lorenzo's gaze froze directly, and the guy froze too. The two gazes faced each other, and the gaze under the sunglasses was enthusiastic like a long-lost brother.

  The old guy moved his sunglasses down a bit, revealing his energetic eyes.

   "Lorenzo Holmes classmate?"

  Lorenzo also moved the brown sunglasses down a bit.

   "Teacher Oscar Wilde?"

  Seleu looked at the two guys who suddenly confessed and felt a little at a loss, while the middle-aged man on the side, Director Buscalo, looked at Lorenzo’s familiar face and began to panic.

Although there were no guns on the surface, he knew that the damned Winchester was nearby. He wanted to call the flight attendant, but it might be a fast heart rate. He squeezed his chest hard, and his eyes widened, as if he was just being caught. Strangled duck.

  (End of this chapter)