Ember Gun

  Chapter 318 The Rootless Man

The crowd was horrified, the blood and rain mixed into a dark red turbid current rushing, and the screams and the rain mixed together, turning into a prologue to chaos, Lorenzo stood on this cold stage, He clenched the pocket knife in his hand tightly.

He could not find Moriarty under the rain curtain. It stands to reason that he would not let Lorenzo notice his own trail. This is a dangerous man. He has been eyeing Lorenzo long ago, and for Capture Lorenzo and develop a series of "games" for it.

Lorenzo's hand gently stroked the back of his neck, where he was just attacked by Moriarty, Lorenzo couldn't think that Moriarty would dare to appear in front of him. The truth was mixed with falsehood, even if it was Loren. Zuo, a deceitful veteran, was also deceived.

But Moriarty gave him the feeling that he was still playing games. He never regarded these as a fight, a war. In fact, the game was over at that moment. If Moriarty played Blade, that blow might cut Lorenzo's head, but he didn't.

  He is proving himself, taking a terrible risk to prove to himself the ability to kill himself, but if he really does this, it would be too boring for Moriarty. What he likes is games, this **** game.

  The body was hit by the running water, and the iron whistle of the mounted police reverberated vaguely, with the sound of horseshoes, they were coming.

There is no time to think about the right and wrong of these. Lorenzo has killed many monsters and many ordinary people. It is not that he has no repentance, but that he feels that repentance should be left before death. Do.

  The game has already begun. Moriarty must have some other means in the follow-up. Lorenzo could not sit still and did not hesitate. He ran wildly on the stagnant water and quickly fled the scene.

  He has a firm heart and can fight all nightmares, but before that Lorenzo needs weapons.

   Returned to 121A Cork Street. Lorenzo did not stop, but rushed into his room, bringing all the weapons prepared in advance.

Winchester was completely blown up, and the nails Lorenzo took away from the gospel church were basically cut off. Therefore, he has been using standard weapons provided by the cleansing agency recently. Because of frequent replacements, Lorenzo had accumulated a lot under his bed, like a small arms arsenal.

Shotguns, hook guns, folding knives... Under the premise of not affecting his flexibility, Lorenzo armed himself as much as possible. For a moment, he looked at the cold weapons on his body, and even felt that he was the next second. It is about to shout the holy words and go to the east march.

  Unfortunately, the Eastern Expedition was hundreds of years ago, and the old order was burned out in the night of the Holy Prophet. Lorenzo was alone. At this moment, he was fully armed and murderous.

  But after doing this, Lorenzo did not take any further action. Instead, he rested and sat on the bed, listening to the monotonous rain outside the window.

He didn’t think about the meaning of fleeing. Hercules is Lorenzo’s dark chess, Lorenzo’s communication network. This strange Rat King has no actual combat effectiveness. If Lorenzo goes to find it, it is likely that he will be It was revealed that as for the Oscar... the game has just begun, and Lorenzo hasn't lost yet, so there is no need to use the escape route at this moment.

It seems that everything has gone back to the past, Lorenzo rarely used his brain, instead of directly slashing it with a nail sword. After all, his enemies are no longer those monsters who only follow instinct, but are more deceitful than them. Moriarty.

The tragedy on the street cannot be hidden from the authorities. They must have got the news now. On the way to and from Cork Street, Lorenzo is thinking hard. He is a detective and a criminal at the same time. He is good at getting between the two. Switching, as he used to work for Shrike, now all he has to do is think about what Moriarty will do next.

His rash actions will only make the cleaning agency more and more suspicious of him, and this is exactly what Moriarty wants to see. Lorenzo's cooperation with the cleaning agency is the biggest obstacle to the Protestant group's recovery of the false Holy Grail. , They need to make the cleansing agency give up on themselves.

  If this is the case, the way to achieve this is very simple, as long as you become uncontrollable even to eliminate the organs, but what are they going to do?

  Expand the killing? He was misled by Moriarty’s hallucinations. He could mislead himself once, but there was absolutely no second time. Moriarty should know this too, so what would he do?

Do not……

Lorenzo woke up abruptly. He couldn't focus all of his attention on Moriarty and the Protestant Order, and that **** letter, Lawrence’s remnant party was drifting among the old spirits, and he still had The cleansing institutions were all attracted by the Protestant group and ignored them.

  Lawrence’s remnants are the real threatening existence. They control the "Apocalypse" and have the ability to produce secret blood. They have previously tracked down those inferior secret blood that are still circulating.

Lorenzo's gaze lowered, and he clenched the pocket knife in his hand tightly until footsteps sounded from the stairwell. But today he feels a little uneasy.

  This time, instead of throwing the folding knife out coolly, he held the blade, gently pulled it long, stood up silently, and looked at his door.

  ……

Mrs. Van Lud looked at the figure disappearing in the stairs with some curiosity. Lorenzo in such a hurry is very rare. Even if he comes back **** sometimes, Lorenzo will greet him with a smile on his face, but this time Lorenzo didn't even realize that she was there, and went straight back upstairs.

  But she didn't care too much, anyway, Lorenzo was an unpredictable guy.

  Ms. Van Lud’s daily life is very simple, just like an ordinary housewife, according to the timetable she set for herself, then Madam Van Lud picked up the mop and packed up the living room.

There are only three people living here, but in fact, only Madame Van Ludder is the only one who often spends time in the living room. Lorenzo spends most of his time walking on the streets of Old Dunling, while Sieg usually stays in his room and closes. Not going out, so the place is actually clean, there is no need to clean up, but Mrs. Fanlude has nothing else to do at present, it's all about killing the time.

Humming the military anthem of her service, and looking at the strategic map on the wall from time to time, the military career is a good time for Mrs. Van Lud, but it is a pity that the tragic war and the changes of time, many people she knew died Or living in a remote place.

  But at this moment the door was pushed open, and the cold wind and rain were poured into the warm living room. The man stood at the door and paused for a long time without moving.

   "Sig?"

  Ms. Fanlude shouted hesitantly, the living room did not turn on the light, and the gloomy sky outside was only faint light falling, she couldn't see the person's appearance.

  This silence lasted for a long time, and the man raised his head and said to Mrs. Van Lud.

"I am back."

  Sieg said and walked in. He didn't open his umbrella and was very embarrassed by the rain.

  "Why was it rained on? Hurry up and change to clean clothes..."

  Mrs. Fanrude walked over while talking caringly, but as she approached her and saw Sieg’s face clearly, the kind expression gradually stiffened.

   "What happened... is it?" Mrs. Van Lud asked.

  Sig did not speak, but approached her and gave her a brief hug.

   There seems to be a glimmer of light on his face. I don't know if it is rain or tears. His cheeks are soaked in water, his expression is a bit savage, but he seems to be trying to calm down again.

  Countless thoughts surged in my mind, all voices were covered by the same sound, the sound of falling rain, endless rain, under the endless rain curtain, the hometown deep in memory.

  Sig was about to go back, he let go of Madam Van Lud, and walked towards the stairs, gradually staggering, as if there was an unbearable pain, and weird power was exerted on him.

  But these pains are no better than the pain of the soul, the pain of loneliness.

  Yes, this kind of pain has been too long, until Sieg himself is numb, and he doesn't realize the root of the problem.

  Until Moriarty discovered everything.

  The doctor, that devil-like guy, he found his own gap.

   Lifted his head and looked at the familiar place, the door opened slightly, his white eyes staring at him coldly, the man's expression was very complicated, a little disappointed, and a little self-blaming.

   "So, are you going to kill me next? Sig."

  Lorenzo was holding a folding knife, and he could feel that the slight erosion was being released in Sigg's body, and the reason was constantly being stripped from this body, and he was about to become a part of that madness.

Sieg did not passively accept hallucinogens, but he also yearned for them. From the day he left his hometown, he was like a kite with a broken wire, floating back and forth between the storm and the clear sky, a rootless one. man of.

But now Sieg got what he wanted, Lorenzo didn’t know what he saw in that psychedelic illusion, but it was certain that Sigg had always wanted it, and made him, a mediocre person, willing to fall. thing.

  Lorenzo could tell, because Sieg showed a weird smile at the moment, a satisfied and sick smile.

"does it worth?"

  Lorenzo's knife is very fast and powerful. It can cut off the head of the monster in an instant. If they have any so-called pain, they will die if they don't even feel the pain.

  Faced with Sieg, who was gradually becoming weird, Lorenzo was unable to make a move for a long time.

  He had a cold face, the atmosphere was suppressed and solemn.

Sometimes it does not require extreme fear or painful encounters to make a person fall into madness, just give him what he desires most, just as a person in the dark sees the only light, he will fight desperately to catch it. Live in that light, even if there are endless thorns behind the darkness.

  What kind of light did Sieg see? Can make him fall into a nightmare, but still smiling.

   "You have to be careful of him, Lorenzo."

  Sig’s voice was a little distorted, leaning on the wall, and it was obvious that the upward stairs were not long, but he walked for a long time and did not come to the end.

   "Moriarty? That pervert, lunatic, scumbag."

  The words are very relaxed, but his expression is extremely majestic, like a cast iron statue.

This is the word Lorenzo often uses to describe himself, and it really fits him. Lorenzo just killed a person in a carriage, and maybe in a few seconds he will also kill his roommate who has been with him for many years. , But he didn't have any moral guilt, but felt furious.

   "He is special... In fact, this is my own choice. He said that playing with an ordinary person is boring, just like a tiger is playing with a mouse. It is so boring... He let me make my own choice."

  Sig's voice is a bit weak, close to the wall, the abnormality of the body has gradually manifested, but fortunately, there is no demonization that can be intuitively seen.

  This is a deal, a deal with the devil. In the woven illusion, Sigg finally got a glimpse of the hometown hidden deep in the memory, and the price is the fading reason and gradually deformed body.

Lorenzo walked towards Sieg with a pocket knife. It was a difficult decision to make. As he said to Mrs. Van Lud at that time, even if he raises a dog, after so many years, there is more or less affection. Not to mention human beings.

He once had a heart of iron and stone, but this heart of iron and stone gradually melted into flesh and blood under the warmth, and sometimes Lorenzo even felt lucky with it. He could empathize with the sorrows and joys of others. He was still a human. Rather than a pure monster.

  Sig and Lorenzo stared at each other for a short time, not knowing that the light of the pure flame was too bright, or something else, their eyes crossed, and they quickly avoided.

  It seems that he was not here to kill Lorenzo, as Moriarty said, Sieg is just a mouse, how can the mouse in the gutter kill the monster?

Lorenzo also didn't understand why Sieg wanted to come back, and he dared to show up in front of him. After living together for so long, he thought this poor autistic boy could more or less guess what he was. What kind of work are you doing?

  Of course, things like monsters are still somewhat beyond Sieg’s cognition, but Lorenzo always feels that he should be an embryonic bully in his eyes, right?

  So why do you want to come back?

Lorenzo didn’t understand it very much. If Sieg was alienated into a demon in a corner outside... Lorenzo thought that would be the best ending, just like the demon that Lorenzo hacked at will before, Loren Zuo can kill him carelessly, but now Sieg is back and appears in front of him like a kid who admits his mistakes.

   Slowly raised the folding knife. Lorenzo knew what Sigg meant. He knew that he had become a monster and did something wrong. Only Lorenzo could end this.

   "Moriarty..."

  Lorenzo whispered the name softly, his anger boiled and burned with great enthusiasm.

  But at this moment of life and death, Madame Van Lud's voice sounded.

   "Sig!"

  She has taken care of Sieg for so long. She knows exactly what kind of child Sieg is. That is not his usual behavior.

  Mrs. Fanlude had a faint worry in her heart, as if something bad was about to happen, she walked quickly over, but saw something unexpected to her.

  Lorenzo held Sig, and Sig turned his face to the inside, obscured by the shadow.

"what happened?"

  "Sigg was a little uncomfortable. It may be that he was caught in the rain. I will take him to the doctor."

  The anger just stopped, just as usual, his face collapsed, showing a mean smile.

He assisted Sieg towards the door and waved his hand to say goodbye to Madame Van Lud. The rain outside was heavy, but Lorenzo did not hold an umbrella. When Madame Van Lud chased out uneasyly, the world became white. Everyone on the street is like a gray ghost, hard to distinguish.

  (End of this chapter)