Ember Gun

  Chapter 182 Burning

  On the vast ground, the pitch-black train almost merged with the night, with the roar of machinery, and it was walking with snow waves. It ran so fast, it seemed that no past hatred and other things could catch up with it.

Lorenzo opened the door of the car, the cold wind rushed in, the soft moonlight was scattered by the snow curtain, and the night was smudged into hazy gray. They were like the fog of the old Dunling, covering every place, there are Indistinguishable voices sounded behind the curtain, as if a monster was walking forward under the heavy snow.

   looked down at the pocket watch in his hand. It has been a long time since they boarded the car. The time has come to the second half of the night. They are now far away from the gathering place of human beings. At this moment, only this train is traveling alone within a radius of tens of kilometers.

   Putting away the pocket watch, closing the door, Lorenzo muttered something in a low voice, seeming to be counting time.

   There was a slight noise in the dim carriage, and Seleu woke up, she was wrapped in a blanket, like a caterpillar waiting to break its cocoon.

   "You can go to bed again, we still have time."

   Lorenzo said.

  In the darkness, the girl shook her head.

   "A little bit of sleep."

  She sat up and leaned against the side of the cargo. In fact, she was still a little sleepy, but it was indeed difficult to fall asleep in this situation.

   A faint pungent smell reverberated in the carriage, which seemed to be some kind of chemical agent. The carriage shook and shook slightly, like a mother's cradle, but this cradle was made of steel and ran wildly on the rails at a speed of tens of kilometers per hour.

   "It's a bit like before."

  Lorenzo lit a cigarette, and a bright flame lit up in the dark, reflecting on half of his tired face.

  "Before? What happened to Gallunaro?"

  Seleu remembered as he spoke.

  It was the same many years ago, nesting in a corner of the dark night, two people chatting casually.

  At that time, Seleuc’s world was just the forgotten town. The moment Lorenzo took her out of the town, she suddenly understood the "outside world".

  In an instant her world became bigger, from that small town to Gallunaro to Inervig.

   "No, it will take longer, probably when I was still in the Demon Hunting Order."

  Lorenzo recalled.

"At that time, everyone was like this, hunting down heretics, and when you were tired, you could find a place to rest. Sitting around the bonfire, leaning on the nails, there was no speech or communication. Against the backdrop of the fire, everyone was pious. Warrior of God."

  He said hehe and laughed.

  This is a very strange feeling. Although there is no sound, you can clearly know that you are not alone. With the swaying flame, you can hear their breathing and feel their presence.

   "You seem to miss that time."

   "Yes, although the gospel church is a fool, what does it have to do with where I grew up?"

  Lorenzo thought about the past.

   "Everyone is a good person, although the good people are dead."

   "That's why you want to kill Master Lawrence that way?"

   "Of course, those are my good friends. They just died so unclearly. He thought he was fighting for the sacred, but he didn't know that all this was due to Lawrence's betrayal."

  His voice is very calm.

   "It's a pity, the demon hunter doesn't have a name. What we have is just a dull and boring code name... I can't engrave some numbers on the tombstone."

  No one responded. Seleu couldn't understand Lorenzo's feelings. The so-called empathy was actually very limited. All she could do was silence.

  After a long time, she picked up the candy cube and chewed it with a small voice, like a rabbit gnawing grass.

   "Are you still scared?"

   "Of course, great Mr. Holmes."

   Seleuc sarcastically said.

   "I'm just an ordinary weak woman, I'm not like you, the demon hunter can be alive and kicking after being shot, and I will really die if I am shot."

   "...It's not a good thing to be too mature," Lorenzo said.

   "Yes, according to a normal mentality, I should cry and scream, please let me go home."

   Seleuc said.

"Just like at that time Yawei was going to take me to some banquet, in fact, I don't want to go. I hate people who are unfamiliar. It feels like an auction. I am the exhibit on the stage, showing you the Stuart family. new toy."

   "But Yawei is very good to me. Although the old butler is sometimes very rigid, he is really very good to me. I don't want him to be embarrassed, so I have to bite the bullet, one after another."

  She muttered.

   "Actually, I should be crying and screaming, so everything is a lot easier."

  Lorenzo laughed as he listened, his voice came from the darkness.

   "I still remember the first time I saw you."

  "Not the time in your impression, I actually saw you earlier."

  Lorenzo recalled the snowy alley, remembering that the man was dragging Seleuc away, and the girl’s reaction was far beyond Lorenzo’s imagination.

Listening to Lorenzo's words, the memory gradually became clear. She remembered the dream of her being chased by a hound... In fact, it was her memory. When she was dragged away by a man and the dark water passed over her, she I also remembered what I was holding tightly.

   "It's so fierce, you picked up a rock on the ground and smashed it down."

  Lorenzo thought about what it was like at the time, the screams of men, and the escape of girls. At that time, he was still a little unsure of Seleu’s identity, but after that, he was sure that this was the person he was looking for.

  The stone is her dagger, everything she can grab and smash the shackles.

   "But let alone a stone now, even a sword can't kill you."

   Seleuc said unceremoniously, and now Lorenzo is her shackles.

   "There is no way, we are too fateful friendship, I can't use your little life too much."

  The relationship between the two is a bit deformed. They are obviously criminals and hostages, but under that weird trust, they are like friends traveling happily, recalling the past, talking bad things, and then happily heading towards death.

  Seleu suddenly understood why Lorenzo and Oscar can mix so well, and anyone who can write such a **** story can also understand Lorenzo’s thinking.

The boy needs a red rose to please the girl. With the help of the big tree, the little nightingale dyes the flower with blood for the boy’s wish, but the girl doesn’t like this flower. The boy denounces love. In the end, the flower is meaningless. , Then disappeared in the wind.

  The poor little Nightingale died just like that for a little kid, but no one remembers what he paid.

   "I suddenly felt...I am the little nightingale."

  Seleu looked into the darkness, but the flames were already extinguished.

   "For your **** thoughts, I will dye a red rose with blood. I don't know if you, a little kid, will praise me."

   "Of course I will praise you. If I have a child in the future, how about I give him your name?"

  "Are you worth it?"

   "Ahahaha, Stuart's advantage is not easy to take advantage of!"

  Weird joy filled the dim carriages.

  In fact, this is a trap, enticing the arrival of Master Lawrence.

   "But don't say that, Seleu, I hate little brats."

  The voice of the witcher echoed in the darkness.

  "If I had to have any position in the story, I would be the big tree."

   "Big tree?"

  Seleu didn’t understand. In the story, the big tree offered the little Nightingale the idea of ​​sacrificing himself. In the melodious singing, he lost this friend forever.

  But Lorenzo did not respond to him. In the darkness, he lowered his eyes, rubbing his fingers lightly on the dial, watching the passage of time.

   "I am beginning to understand you, Lorenzo."

   she said.

  No one can guess a demon hunter who wanted to pretend to be himself. He survived that burning night, and he still misses his friends to this day.

Lorenzo raised his head in confusion, looked at the darkness where Seleu was, and squeezed his hands. Every inch of the metal of the pocket watch was deeply imprinted in the flesh and blood, clearly feeling the dents in every part of it. And raised.

"Yes, a person’s world actually has a scope. At that time, my world was that small town, but you opened a bigger door for me... Your former friends are also your world. Those people are familiar with you. , Know you, understand you, but one day they are all dead, no one in this world knows your past anymore."

  The sound is very light, like a piece of music playing slowly.

   "Then Lawrence ruined your world, I will kill him by all means."

   "But Lorenzo, the meaning of your life is too pitiful."

  Lorenzo didn’t know, "Poor?"

The dignified detective Lorenzo Holmes, a demon hunter from the former Medanzo branch of the Demon Hunter, chatted and laughed with the underworld boss Shrike, and called the head of the secret agency Arthur a brother, raising his hand can slash monsters, and low hands can catch Little three.

Lorenzo's first half of his life was not pitiful. He might have written a novel of several million words when he told Oscar... But he didn't know how to refute Seleuc for a while, just like When someone said it was the same, the rebuttal seemed weak.

  "You are so pitiful. Everyone has a lot of meaning. Some people are for the family, for their children, for their ideals, for a better tomorrow, and even a delicious breakfast... In short, there are many things that drive everyone to live."

   Seleuc’s voice echoed.

   "But you are different, Lorenzo, the purpose of your existence is just for revenge. Those guys who have taken your past away, you kill Lawrence, will continue to kill the demons until you kill all the demons."

   "Although your life is fulfilling, go to classes everywhere and be a detective, but in fact this is just your disguise. A madman can't integrate into this society. You need to disguise yourself more like an individual."

  "But you are not like a person, you are a weapon pronounced Lorenzo Holmes.

Your real life is completely filled with violence and anger. Look at the excitement when you cut the monster. Only then will you feel that you are truly alive. Only then can you go back to a long time ago and go back to hunting. While the demon sect was still there, pretend that your friends were still there, everyone happily hacking the demons. "

   Seleuc concluded, and couldn't help but marvel at his conclusion.

   "Your life is too hell! The listener is sad and crying!"

  The voice is brisk, like talking and laughing between friends, but it seems so heavy.

Suddenly something came, and Lorenzo was too late to prepare a counterattack. He raised his head violently, and then the cold metal against his forehead, with the vision of the Demon Hunter, he could tell in the dark. This person in front of me.

   "Lorenzo, you really are planning something, right."

  Seleu was carrying an aluminum thermal rifle on Lorenzo's head. Although it was not clear what this thing was, from the appearance of the gun, Seleu knew that it was a weapon.

  This is what she found out from the pile of goods. After opening the wooden cover, it was filled with such weapons. The conversation just now only diverted Lorenzo's attention. At this moment, Seleu held her stone tightly.

   "You lunatic, all this was not a temporary hijacking from the beginning, right, you avoided everyone's sight, what do you want to do?"

  Lorenzo is a lunatic, but she is not. The deformed trust gradually broke, Seleu asked in a trembling voice.

Everything is very strange. The two escaped from the industrial area very smoothly, the train journey, and the temporary change of trains. Lorenzo may know the existence of this secret line, but how does he know it will be accurate at a certain time? Appeared?

  At that time, the heavy snow screen had a very short visible range. If it weren't for that brief approach, no one would have noticed a dark train just moving in parallel with them.

  Not to mention the key to open the car, and the weapon of this car.

  "You have planned all this...what do you want to do?"

   Seleuc asked.

  Lorenzo didn't answer in a hurry. Instead, he picked up his pocket watch and watched the passing of time.

   "Just right, almost done."

   "What's almost there? To be clear! Lorenzo!"

   Seleuc pressed the thermal rifle against Lorenzo's forehead harder, and squeezed his finger on the trigger, trying to make the demon hunter obedient.

  But Lorenzo said with a little smile.

   "Seleu, I have been thinking for a long time, thinking about what Master Lawrence really wants?"

   "Why are you worthy of his attention."

   Not afraid of the muzzle, Lorenzo continued.

   "If he wants to shake the cleansing mechanism, then he should try to hunt Arthur, and if he wants to shake the rule of Inervig, he should attack the queen."

   "Of course, I don't know the feasibility of these, but at least it is."

   Stretched out her hand, directly held the muzzle, and broke it apart. Seleu's strength was no better than Lorenzo. She tried to pull the trigger, but there was no response.

  "This weapon needs to be fired."

  Lorenzo answered casually.

  Seleu didn't know the use of these weapons at all, she was just a little girl who could hit people with rocks.

   took the weapon straight away, and Seleu turned to the ground. Although her vision was dark, she could see Lorenzo clearly, because the burning white in her eyes lit up the darkness.

  He has no expression on his face, like a sculpture in a church, the angel that casts down the punishment.

  Seleu felt the fear for the first time, which originated from Lorenzo's fear.

   "So just like before, is this another trick?"

At that time, Lorenzo lied to her, saying that he was her distant relative, so he lied Seleuc back to Old Dunling, and this time he deceived Seleuc here with a strange story. It was not credible at the beginning, and I actually expected it in return.

"maybe."

  Lorenzo said, grabbing Seleu's clothes, he just lifted her up.

  "I have always been confused about the actions of Master Lawrence, but until one time...the burst of inspiration, I suddenly understood."

   "He owns the "Revelation", the key to refining the secret blood. The church is severely damaged and unable to make an effective pursuit, and the cleansing agency can hardly threaten it."

   "This is already a very good terrorist. All he needs now is... the foundation to support all of this."

  He looked at the **** the side, looking straight into the cold eyes.

   "Then, with you, the Stuart's home as the hub, and the weird ‘memetic pollution’, he must be able to erode a huge group in an instant, right?"

  Seleu's heart instantly became cold.

   "Yes, it should be like this. You are connected because of the war grant. This is an oath, a contractual commitment. This can be connected."

   "With that illusory vow, he controls the huge system... He may not be able to do it for a while, the credibility has been planted, and the virus will only continue to spread."

  The girl's face was pale.

"how is this possible."

  "This is the truth. Master Lawrence owns the Holy Grail, and that ghost just mentions its forgotten name, it will cause trouble, not to mention the oath at the cost of blood."

   Strange memories echoed in his mind. Lorenzo didn't know how the Demon Slayer finally contained the Holy Grail, but the fear in his instinct warned him, but he immediately laughed.

   "It might mean that a family died."

   "So, like I said, only when things really come will I know what choices I will make."

  Lorenzo smashed the wooden box with a punch, and the weapons and ammunition stored in it poured out. He randomly picked a few and inserted it into his waist.

   "I defeated Master Lawrence once in [Gap], and also robbed a part of his consciousness. I know exactly what he will do."

   "His body is almost unable to support it, the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail is about to kill him, he has no time to wait...He has come."

  Lorenzo suddenly put down the girl, and firmly covered her head with both hands, which seemed to calm the trembling body.

  "Don't be afraid of Seleu, just like this kind of ghost habit."

The demon hunter comforted her and injected a Florent medicine directly into Seleu's body. The chaotic vision suddenly became clear. Then the girl saw the dumped box with the Florent medicine inside. It has been injected empty.

   "Lorenzo..."

  Seleu saw the row of clear needles on Lorenzo’s neck, and he didn’t know when the lunatic poured all the potions.

   "There is no way, he is too strong, strong and desperate... I have tried my best to limit Master Lawrence, but facing the terrible erosion, this is still a problem."

  From the beginning, this Florund potion was not prepared for Seleuc. She was just incidental. The real user was Lorenzo, and he needed to stay awake in the face of fear.

  Seleu looked at him in confusion, she was already a little hard to distinguish whether this demon hunter was good or bad. This lunatic wanted to use herself to seduce Master Lawrence, but he also bet on his life.

  The overdose of the medicine made Lorenzo’s expression distorted, his blood vessels skyrocketed, and it seemed that the fragile mortal body was about to collapse in the next second.

  The anger has been burning, almost welling out of this persistent body.

  "You have also seen the monster in my consciousness. You can't beat her. That weird [Gap] can no longer save you, so you can only go there in person, right?"

  Under the threat of Watson, Master Lawrence did not dare to attack from [Gap] anymore, he would come in person.

  Lorenzo didn't seem to be just talking to Seleu, he stared at the girl's eyes, and the heavy snow curtain was reflected in the icy blue pupils.

  The tranquility was broken for an instant, and countless sounds rang around the carriage, as if thousands of people were beating the carriage hard, and a sharp crash sounded, as if countless sharp knives were cutting the metal, bursting out dazzling sparks.

  Seleu could not contain the bitter cold in her heart, she tightly grasped Lorenzo's hand, and in despair, she could only hold on to this **** demon hunter.

  The wind and snow reflected in the pupils appeared in the eyes of another person, the scarlet figure standing on the roof of the roaring wind, the spike sword in his hand was already attached to a layer of thin ice.

   "It's so good."

  Master Lawrence exclaimed.

  The low temperature and coldness greatly restricted the power of the demon. Except for Lorenzo and Seleuc, there were no living persons within a few kilometers, which directly cut off the possibility of Master Lawrence invading the consciousness of others and fleeing the battlefield.

  This is a Jedi, this is the battlefield that Lorenzo carefully selected for him.

  The final death match.

  (End of this chapter)