Ember Gun

  Chapter 424 Road to Redemption

   "Love? What are you talking about? Mr. Holmes, don't you think that kind of thing is too heavy and extravagant for us?"

Lorenzo has also become a cute dog in Irene's eyes at this moment, but this dog is a little different from other dogs. It has sharp fangs, vicious eyes, and is full of hideousness. Muscles.

Sometimes you can’t even classify him as a dog. It’s not so much a dog as a monster with the appearance of a dog, but this monster is also very pitiful, so pitiful that Irene wants to reach out and touch him. head.

   Looking at each other, Lorenzo also realized that he was ridiculous. Irene had completely confused all of this, whether it was not important to her.

   "So for what reason did you come back? You can escape. With your ability, it is not difficult to find a place to live incognito, right?"

  Lorenzo remembered something. I don’t know how many times this conversation has been repeated, but this time is the closest to the truth.

  Tear off layer after layer of disguise, one lie after another, at this moment Irene has nowhere to go.

   "Before this, you don't need to betray the Iron Law Bureau. Ivar is a great achievement. You might get a promotion or a salary increase... Then what is the reason for you to give up this?"

   "I'm tired, Mr. Holmes."

   Irene said in confusion.

"We are all living dead, aren't we? We have long been walking dead. Although we can speak and breathe, our ending is already doomed, and everything we are doing now is just to delay the arrival of all this. That's it.

  Like you, you are a powerful demon hunter, but are you hacking for a lifetime? Or is it that you are destined to die in a battle? In fact, I know this too. I am destined to die by a failed action, but when you think about it carefully, I am just repeating everything about this bad life. Whether the ending comes early or delayed, it’s all. Nothing can be changed. "

   Irene looked very tired.

   "Instead of this, it's better to end it all earlier."

The room was quiet and terrible, and the smoke slowly rose, covering the two of them a little bit. This was a good scene. Lorenzo relaxed a little. There were noisy noises from time to time outside the house, and everyone was still working hard to clean up. room.

  Under the peaceful atmosphere, a tide of sadness surged.

  Lorenzo looked at Irene somewhat sadly, and at this moment he realized the despair in the woman's heart.

  Eileen knows the so-called emotions too much, and after knowing too much, she sees through it all. She can easily show other people what they desire. The masks overlap each other, regardless of each other.

  She was like a drowning person. She couldn't get out of the muddy sea, and she didn't want to sink to death like this. She was caught in the middle and struggled painfully for a long time.

   "I heard that you are still a priest?" Irene asked.

   "It used to be." Lorenzo replied.

   "I haven't been to church yet. Many times I want to go into the confession room and tell the priest the crimes I have committed, but I don't have the courage to do so."

  Eileen seemed to regard Lorenzo as a priest, and started chattering.

"Some things are too difficult to figure out. Just like you, you have killed too many people. For you, life is just a thing that can be destroyed with your hands. The same is true for me. The so-called love is just My tools are nothing more than my tools. I am addicted to them, and I can't tell the difference between them and the so-called tools for a long time."

   "Sounds really bad." Lorenzo said.

   "It's okay, I just feel a little sad."

"sad?"

"Yeah, sad, I may never be able to figure out what'love' is. For me, this thing is like a simple formula. You have seen the moon, and he was turned around by me. I know very well how to please others, how to capture them, even the violent Ivar did not escape."

  The cigarette burned out, Irene put the cigarette **** on the bedside table aside and watched it burn out quietly.

   "In the final analysis, all this is just an illusion given to us by ourselves. The blood flow rate increases, the heart beats vigorously, and the brain secretes that intoxicating substance. Sometimes it is a fault to be too awake."

   "You are so perfect, Irene, so perfect that you almost no longer look like a person." Lorenzo said.

"I also realize this. I have a lot of identity presuppositions. Did you know that if you like passion, I will become passionate, and if you like indifferent, I will become indifferent. Sometimes I I almost forgot who I am."

   Irene thought for a while and said.

   "I am not Irene, I am not Irene Adler."

  Eileen’s words slowly lowered, when Lorenzo noticed that she had been staring at her, and then she slowly approached, reaching out and flicking Lorenzo’s face.

   "But I haven't tried to tame monsters."

   "I suggest you better not be like this." Lorenzo warned.

"Just kidding, I'm tired of this kind of thing," Irene retracted her hand, grinning, "I can't get interested anymore after Ivar. I have killed many people like this, but this time is different. I suddenly I feel sorry for the so-called guilt, and I am going to save Ivar.

   is not for any love, nor for any benefit, I think you should understand what I mean? "

   Irene asked.

  Lorenzo did not answer, he saw himself in Irene, chasing the monster himself.

  "You are trying to redeem yourself, but can this really be done?"

Lorenzo tried to kill all the demons. No one told him whether he was right or wrong, and whether he could achieve the future he wanted, but he did it because he thought that he could accomplish his own. desire.

  This is like a weird ritual, like a cold that will heal by drinking hot water. Obviously there is no necessary connection between the two, but many people just believe that drinking hot water will cure the disease.

  Eileen is the same. She feels that if she can save Ivar back, maybe she can end the life of the living dead, and she can get the so-called redemption. As for the result, will it really be what she wants? Lorenzo didn't know, no one knew.

   "But if you don't try, who knows the answer?"

  This is Irene’s purpose, pure and somewhat ridiculous.

   "I'm going to save Ivar. I want to say goodbye to this **** life. As for the rest, who cares?"

   Irene said frankly, this is a secret hidden deep in her heart. At this not bad moment, she will tell Lorenzo, who has some relationship with the clergy, all of this.

  A woman with a very sinful crime, a woman whose crime is obviously not much lighter than her... Pastor?

  Irene smiled at the thought of this. This is a good confession. Although it is simple, it is enough.

   "I started to be interested in that guy Ivar, a guy who can let you know when you get lost, it must be interesting too." Lorenzo said.

"Yvar? There is nothing special about him. He is a puppy without a disability, probably because he looks weak. He likes to roar and bark in order to appear strong. He seldom trusts a person. , But he is willing to walk behind my ass, even though he walks very hard."

   Irene said slowly.

   "So what about Hyboard? You still haven't explained why you are so afraid of Hyboard. Why is this?"

  Lorenzo asked at this moment.

   Irene did not dodge this time, she said slowly after hesitating for a while.

  "For Hyblade, I'm just a guess here... Will you believe my guess? I almost killed the moon just now, I don't think you will trust me anymore."

   Thinking of this, Irene said sadly, she didn’t know what would happen afterwards, and now her life and death depend entirely on Lorenzo.

   "Even saying that you will feel that everything just now is just my performance. I am trying to make you relax your guard, and then attack again at a certain moment to kill all of you."

  I was kind enough just now, but now my words are sharp again.

  Lorenzo pulled his head and thought for a while to ask.

  "Then why didn't you kill the Kestrel? Are you afraid to offend me completely? In fact, if I didn't replace the bullet, with the power of Winchester, the Kestrel would be dead.

  No, to be precise, if I change the bullet, you may also kill the Kestrel. After all, there are so many weapons in the piano box. "

  "Then I want to ask you, do you want to kill the moon? You have anticipated my potential actions, but also..."

   Irene thought of something, her words stopped, her pupils tightened slightly, and Lorenzo’s mysterious pupils were reflected in it.

   "Yes, the problem has come back again. I gave you the opportunity to kill the Kestrel. Why didn't you do it?"

   Lorenzo asked in a low voice.

   "Or, Miss Irene Adler is an abusive person, she wants to rub her head when she sees it?"

   Irene's expression stiffened for a long time before slowly relaxing, and she was defeated in front of Lorenzo.

   "I start to hate you."

   "I thought everyone would like bad guys." Lorenzo disapproved.

  Eileen’s eyes were a little dazed. She stretched out her hand as if she wanted to grab something, but she had nothing, she could only take it back with a bit of loss.

   "Ival is very smart, so smart that he is willing to deceive himself, the moon is a stupid thing, too stupid end is... he is pure."

   "Pure?"

   "Yeah, don't you think it's good? He is different from us. He doesn't wear any mask. You can read his bad heart directly from his bad expression."

  Pure? Still big-hearted? Lorenzo also couldn't tell, but he remembered the scene on the train when he came. In fact, everyone was under a lot of pressure, but only the Kestrel was the only one who had been knocking on the triangle iron and cursing and jumping out of the car.

  This...is also an advantage?

  "This is a clear and pure person. If there are more such people, the world will not be so bad, but you also know very well that such a person will live soon, and he may be really lucky to live until now."

  "Is that so? I hope Kestrel can learn a lesson from you." Lorenzo said.

   "He can't learn. If he really learned the lesson, then he should kill me directly instead of letting me survive. This is what he should do." Irene replied.

  The rising smoke gradually dissipated. As the effect of the medicine faded, Irene faintly felt the pain of the attack, and Lorenzo also noticed this, he said.

   "This thing will become addictive if you use it too much, so bear with it."

  He thought for a while and said again.

   "Aileen, I can trust you, but you need to pay for it."

   "What's the price?"

   Irene asked curiously.

  Lorenzo did not answer. He stood up, walked to Irene's side, lowered his body, and approached her with an incomparable face.

   "Let me see your heart, then I will know whether your guess about Hybade is true or false."

  Gray-blue eyes are close at hand, like mirrors, Irene sees herself in them, embarrassed herself.

   "Inner heart? Yes, but would you believe it?"

  Eileen obviously understood Lorenzo wrongly. She had opened up to many people, but everyone was cheated miserably by her.

   "Yes, there you have no reservations, no more so-called masks at all."

  Lorenzo reached out his hand and pressed Irene’s face as he said, his fingers opened her eyelids forcibly, and forced her to look at herself. Irene felt vaguely disturbed, and then she saw it.

  In the eyes that are like the deep sea, in the deepest darkness, there is fire light, white and pure fireworks, as if there is a scorching sun hiding in it.

   "It's so beautiful..."

  I don't know if it was the stinging eyes or sincere regret, Irene looked straight at the strong sun and shed tears. It was also at this moment that Lorenzo felt it.

  Countless emotions impacted his will. He saw the phantom of a woman, from child to adult, from innocence to wearing a mask.

  Everything is presented in his eyes, without reservation.

   "No! Lorenzo! Stop!"

  Eileen was struggling suddenly. She didn't know what Lorenzo was doing, but she felt it. Someone tore off the mask layer after layer, trying to peek into the secret she hid in the deepest part of her heart.

  But it's too late.

  Eileen’s struggle gradually stopped, and everything returned to tranquility.

The cool sea breeze hit Irene’s face, she looked around in confusion, she found herself on a fishing boat, and not far away Lorenzo was lying on the railing, looking at the sea. The beautiful dusk at the end of the plane.

   "I remember here..."

   Irene's hand gently brushed across the cabin, the real touch made her bewildered.

   "Yes, right here, at the end of the journey between Ivar and Ivar. After night fell, the ships of the Iron Law Bureau intercepted us..."

  She looked at Lorenzo, and Irene couldn't figure out how all this would happen again before her eyes.

   "Where is this?" Irene asked.

  "The depths of the soul, you can call this place [Gap]."

  Lorenzo didn't look back, his voice came slowly.

   "So you saw it all?"

   Irene asked again.

   "Well, I saw it all."

  Lorenzo turned around slowly as he spoke.

  He did not destroy Irene’s will, so under this incomplete [interval] invasion, the memory Lorenzo saw was also incomplete.

  It was just the refraction of one faint light after another, but from the remnants of each corner, Lorenzo could see everything clearly.

  The evening light reflected on Lorenzo's face. Irene was stunned. The emotions were intertwined. Lorenzo looked at Irene blankly, but tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

   "I believe you, Irene Adler."

  (End of this chapter)