Ember Gun

  Chapter 163 Unnamed State

  Time is approaching early morning, and the sky in the distance is bright.

  The cold fog surging on the streets, solidified on every object at the transition of day and night, covering everything with a layer of frost and fog.

Pedestrians have appeared on the street. They are taking a leisurely walk, but they can't stop looking at Stuart's mansion. Last night's gunshots and the noise from the mounted police awakened most of them. They were all curious about what happened here, whispering.

  There are still a small number of soldiers disguised as mounted police guarding near the street, dismissing those prying eyes one by one.

  The atmosphere is just like this old winter day, with stinging skin in the cold.

  Lorenzo is sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes are a bit tired, and there is still pain in his mind. He is dangling a cigarette and vomiting, trying to make himself more comfortable.

The scavengers are dealing with the blood stains in the room outside. In this case, they are the best indoor cleaning. After a short survey of the scene, they have dealt with the corpses and blood stains, and the strong smell of blood permeates, which is like slaughter. The field is average.

Yawei guarded the door. He negotiated with the scavengers. Although Seleu had no feelings for this mansion, it was Stuart's property, and Yawei had to deal with it.

   Seleuc was sitting on the soft bed with her hands on her knees, looking a little depressed, as if she couldn't get enough energy.

   "Are they still cleaning up?"

  Listening to the splashing water outside the door, the scavengers must be dragging the floor hard.

"probably."

   Lorenzo replied casually. He looked at the city that was awakening outside the window, and then at Seleu.

   "Are you sure you won't sleep for a while?"

  Since arriving from the cleaning agency, Seleu has never slept. It is obvious that the girl is a very regular person, and staying up late makes her look very uncomfortable.

  Seleu shook her head, she couldn't sleep.

  This is not the first time Seleu encounters such a strange impact, the dream that almost tears his mind, the hunting dog that is accompanying like a shadow.

   "Lorenzo, you said it was... a mental attack?"

  Seleu thought for a while and wanted to ask.

  "To be precise, it is a direct attack on the will, over the distance of space, over the obstacles of the body...Of course, what I said is not necessarily accurate. So far no one knows the full picture of things like monsters."

  Lorenzo is also a little unsure of his guess.

   "But does that kind of power really exist?"

  Seleu couldn't believe it, didn't dare to face the real world.

In fact, Seleuc’s reaction was normal, the most normal reaction. The monster that has been circulating in the legend one day tore open the book and truly came to your side. All the laws of common sense were destroyed at will. You are left alone with helpless wailing and fear.

  Lorenzo did not speak. This is the reason for the existence of such organizations as the Demon Hunter's Order and the Elimination Organization.

  Not everyone can accept the unknown fear. There are always people who have to stand up as a barrier to despair, separating fear from reason.

   separates the terrifying world from the normal world.

  Humans can no longer live in fear.

   "Seleu, you need to rest."

   "But I really can't sleep, as soon as I close my eyes..."

   Seleuc said tremblingly.

She is a mature child. It is reasonable to say that no matter what kind of event it is, it is difficult to shake her, but the strange dream is different. It captures the most vulnerable point of Seleu. As long as she closes her eyes, Seleu will return to that. In the cold alley, waiting for another destiny.

  That was her nightmare.

   "I dare not fall asleep."

  Seleu looked at Lorenzo with a somewhat haggard expression.

  "Aren’t you scared?"

  She asked, the demon hunter in front of him seemed as if nothing had happened, there was no fear or anxiety about the unknown, he was just like usual, as if this horrible life had become a daily life in his eyes.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Dreaming, no one can guarantee that I will not dream of that weird thing again when I fall asleep again."

"and……"

   Seleuc recalled with horror, the new destiny in that dream, without Lorenzo’s arrival, she was still a beggar, living in the cold wind of Gallunaro.

She clearly remembered the feeling that the memory was gradually dissipating, Seleu would become a beggar in that dream, instead of the Duchess of Stuart, all the past disappeared under the mysterious power, she would forget everything, Until all of this can't be distinguished.

   "Can you tell it apart?"

   Seleuc asked.

   "Lorenzo, can you distinguish reality from illusion? What if you and I are just in a certain dream now?"

"I am not sure."

   Lorenzo said quietly, his eyes were full of complexity, he could not see the truth of this world, or the world had no so-called truth at all, it was just endless vain.

If there is no ghost that echoes in the [Gap] and without Medanzo’s help, I am afraid Lorenzo will not be able to wake up from that strange illusion, and even say that it is not an illusion, but someone is invading his [Gap] ], he shaped [Gap] into an illusory world and launched an attack on Lorenzo's will.

  This is a terrifying force. Lorenzo could not observe the position of the enemy's attack. He did not know the conditions of the attack. All of this was unknown.

   "Seleu, do you believe me?"

  Suddenly Lorenzo asked, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were deep, hiding in the shadows.

   Selenium was slightly startled, as if she didn't understand why Lorenzo would ask her, but she nodded vigorously.

In fact, in Seleuc’s life, there were very few people who had anything to do with her. After careful elimination, only Yawei and Lorenzo remained. She was the heir of the noble Stuart and the future duchess. , But in fact, there were very few people around her. Although it was said that there were thirty-two families as her backing, Seleu couldn't even remember their names.

  Who can she trust besides Lorenzo? It was the detective in front of him... the demon hunter, whatever it was called, it was he who brought himself to Jiu Dunling, and Seleuc could only believe him, the only one who could believe him.

"I see."

  Lorenzo got up, a complicated plan gradually emerged in his mind.

  He has never been a person who sits and waits for death, and there is a boiling rage under his calm eyes.

  Lorenzo is angry, he likes to keep this anger, only anger can make him full of motivation, whether it is Master Lawrence, or something else, as long as it is a form of life, then it can be killed.

  The correspondence between life and death is like a curse, no one can escape.

   squeezed Winchester tightly, and then raised the knight sword in his hand.

  On the smooth sword body, the man closed his eyes, but as Lorenzo called, he opened his eyes, and the hot fireworks boiled.

   "Medanzo."

Suddenly there was a strong wind blowing on the windows, like an invisible ghost violently knocking, everything was trembling, and then time flew by, all matter collapsed and collapsed under this action, and the whole was broken into countless pieces. The fragments flew up and turned into dusty snowflakes.

   So after the snow screen, Medanzo looked at him with a smile. He sat on the side of the bench, leaving a place for Lorenzo.

  Lorenzo has left the mansion and is located in the mysterious [Gap].

  The huge falling moon and ice field, like a dream world.

   "Come and let us talk."

  The Demon Hunter sat on the other side of the bench and asked, looking at the face somewhat similar to himself.

   "What exactly is that?"

  Medanzo looked at Lorenzo, as expected, he said.

   "Lorenzo, you really forgot a lot of things."

   "What do you mean?"

  Lorenzo frowned, something vaguely touched.

   Forgotten memories.

  In that painful hallucination, Lorenzo did see a lot of strange things, even memories that did not belong to him.

Lorenzo still remembers everything when the perpetual pump killed the demon. He seemed to have entered the demon's [Gap]. He killed the demon in the [Gap], so the real demon was He died, and his memories poured into his mind.

  ... Could it be said that this attack from [Gap] can still affect memory?

  Medanzo did not continue to explain, he said slowly.

  "Remember what I said? Lorenzo, [Gap] is our spiritual world, but this world is not closed."

  Closed?

  Lorenzo listened to Medanzo's words, and couldn't help but think of the frontal lobe resection.

  "Every [Gap] is an island in the sea of ​​darkness. Everyone is trembling in the darkness, not knowing the existence of each other, but when someone knows your location, the tide of death will flood everything..."

  Medanzo pointed to the world of ice under his feet.

   "Someone found you, know about this."

   "Then how did he do it?"

   Lorenzo asked.

  Both he and Medanzo knew who the culprit was, but they both had a corresponding tacit understanding and did not say anything.

   "Just like the Temple of Silence has contacted all the demon hunters, a beacon is needed to shuttle through [Gap]."

  Medanzo said.

   "Erosion."

  Lorenzo seemed to realize something, every nerve was warning him.

   "Yes, one of the conditions for launching the [Gap] attack is erosion, and erosion is made into a beacon."

  He continued.

   "You should know why you were attacked, right."

  The demon, the demon killed in the pump of perpetual motion, Lorenzo was affected by it at that time...Someone used it to corrode Lorenzo, or the erosion of the same origin.

   "You shouldn't have too much contact with that girl, she has been eroded by the head of Lawrence."

  Medanzo calmly told all the terrible things.

This weird thing spread like a virus. The Master Lawrence first used Horner as a springboard to erode Lorenzo and establish a beacon of attack, and then spread to Seleu beside Lorenzo. She was just an ordinary person. Resistance can be achieved as long as there is a little bit of erosion.

  It's like the Holy Grail, the "memetic" nature that can spread wildly.

   "Lorenzo, there is my presence in your [Gap], and even Watson, so you can resist a certain degree of invasion.

  But that girl has nothing, she is just an ordinary person, this time you rescued her, but in the face of that illusory will, how long can you protect her? "

  Lorenzo was silent, he clenched his fists.

  Yes, it was a war in his mind, and Lorenzo could not do anything.

  Medanzo continued.

   "That is an enemy without substance, he wanders in the world of spirit."

   "A sword made of iron, will not kill the will."

  Everything seems to be in despair. Of course, when the strange attack comes again, it will be the girl's death.

  So someone said in Lorenzo's ear.

   "But the will can be killed by another will, a stronger will."

  Watson stood behind the bench and looked at Lorenzo with a smile, as if she was holding the winning ticket.

   "Need cooperation?"

  Lorenzo stood up abruptly, he stepped back and looked at Watson warily.

   "So in the end, is this still the case? Dealing with the devil?"

  As if stepping into a certain misunderstanding, Medanzo seems to be cooperating with Watson. They are trying something.

  "It is cooperation."

   Watson corrected.

   "Isn't it still the same? Release that **** devil?"

   Lorenzo said viciously.

  Wason shook his head disappointedly.

   "Lorenzo, you still don't understand, I'm already a completely different life form from yours...that is to say, it is wrong to judge me in the way of human thinking."

   "You think I am an abominable devil, but how many times have I saved you?"

   "Have I ever deceived you for so long?"

  Watson kept asking, and forced Lorenzo to the edge of the cliff.

  "We just have the same purpose...just like humans and ants."

  She smiled evilly.

   "I am a human being, and you are the tiny ant. With your abilities, you can hardly even observe my whole picture."

Yes, if you really compare it like this, it is impossible to directly observe the whole picture of human beings from the field of vision of ants. Human beings are huge fragments under the field of vision of ants. It is like being in a high altitude. Take note of the appearance of the old Dunling. The complicated structure and details are beyond the control of the ant's simple brain.

  "In other words, you ants need to eat insects, and I hate insects, so although our goals are different, the results of reaching the goals are actually the same."

  Humans kill insects only because humans hate them to appear in their rooms, while ants kill insects for food.

   "Think about it, some unknown and terrible existence helped you kill the Imam Lawrence, but did she really want to help you?"

  Watson leaned close to Lorenzo’s ear, his breath spitting out extreme cold.

  "In the way of human thinking, you will never know me."

  Can't observe, can't describe, can't understand.

   "This is the real indescribable, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."

  　Injured his wrist, so I changed it temporarily. Then thank you readers who have given your rewards and support. Thanks to everyone, I can drag my miserable dog with an average order of 200 to 600 under the circumstances of fantasy.

  (End of this chapter)