Ember Gun

  Chapter 508 Abandoned

  Mysterious silver crown.

On the day of the celebration, when Eve saw the crown, he felt that it was something wrong. From the perspective of decorations, its workmanship was really rough, it was simply craft waste, and Lorenzo wouldn’t be a man. A person who can collect decorations.

  A gift for giving? It's not quite right. Although Lorenzo is poor, he can't give such a thing. Someone gave it to Lorenzo? Nor is it like, if you really understand Lorenzo, then he should give a knife and a sword, and the last time it should be a bottle of beer.

  Its existence is too abrupt and weird, but at the time such doubts were dispelled by joy. Seeing Lorenzo and didn't want to say anything, Eve didn't ask much, until now he saw it again.

"Thief?"

  Eve looked at the woman unkindly. In her opinion, the crown on the woman's head belonged to Lorenzo. She didn't know where the woman turned it out, and even put it on her head.

No, Eve can’t remember the details of the crown, but she remembers that Lorenzo’s crown was not worn so badly. The surface was shiny and mirror-like, while the crown on the woman’s head was full of scratches and there were stains in the gaps. Look. I have been wearing it for a long time, and have gone through a lot of hardships with women.

   "Two crowns... Did you give Lorenzo to him?"

  Eve realized this. Lorenzo's crown originated from the woman in front of her. Maybe she really underestimated Lorenzo, besides this old Dunling, he still has some friends who can be regarded as friends.

   "So Lorenzo received the crown?"

  The woman also calmed down. After learning the news from Eve, she seemed relieved and sighed.

   "Yes, he received it, then who are you?"

  Eve’s hostility towards women has been slightly reduced, but he has not completely let go of his vigilance.

She still remembers Lorenzo’s complicated network. Friends might turn into enemies in a second. She still remembers the enemy named Lawrence. How could she never think that such a lunatic used to be Lorenzo’s mentor, Ben Thinking that there would be some kind of plot that respects the teacher, the two of them stabbed each other to show their friendship as soon as they met.

   Watson did not speak, she stared at Eve, thinking about something.

During the days with Lorenzo, Watson knew very well what kind of girl Eve was. Underneath the body of a mortal was a heart yearning for danger, like a moth fighting fire, but she was not chasing the light. She was longing for a moment of residual warmth that passed by the fireworks.

Watson couldn’t say anything about everything she knew, not a single word. Once Eve knew it, she would also be on the blacklist of the Silent. If she wanted to protect Eve, she could only keep absolutely silent. So as not to disclose any information that may invite murder.

   "You don't need to know, tell me where he is?"

   Watson said slowly.

   "You don't say anything, how can I trust you?"

  Eve took the pocket knife and looked at Watson with a bad intention.

  Wason felt a headache for a while. She looked at Eve and then at the scene outside the door. The sun fell and the street people came and went.

  There was a bit of bitterness on her face, and she smiled helplessly.

   "Let me rest first."

   Regardless of Eve’s reaction, Watson raised his head after saying this, looking at the ceiling with confused eyes.

  Recall this short-term experience. It is almost ready to be compiled and published. The title of the book Watson has been thought up, and it is called "Watson's Drifting".

  Thinking that Watson himself felt a bit too ridiculous when he thought of it here, he might have been with Lorenzo for a long time, and how much was really affected, and his indifferent self was somewhat neurotic.

Since being chased by the watchman, that is, the silent one, Watson really had a bumpy journey, abruptly from the Holy Gospel Papal kingdom to Old Dunling, and encountered several raids on the road, but all of them passed without danger. When she came to the office exhausted, she found that Lorenzo was not at home. Judging from the environment at home, he should have been away for several days.

  At that time, Watson had a rather chaotic feeling for an instant. She felt like a hard-working postman and finally arrived here after all kinds of hardships, only to find that the recipient had moved.

  She hasn't figured out what to do next, her will is bound in this body, and this body also needs to eat and rest. After a simple rest, she sleeps on Lorenzo's bed.

  Then it was like this, Eve held a pocket knife and confronted herself.

  Wason wanted to say anything, but couldn't say anything.

  She understood the pain of the old pope a little bit.

The old pope knew the cursed knowledge. In order to protect more people, he must remain silent. Faced with the people who came to inquire, he could not make any response. He could only witness their incomprehension and anger until Watching them embark on the same path of seeking knowledge and then die.

  This is the reason why the old pope has been reluctant to tell the new pope the secret. Once it is said, everything may get worse. If you don’t say it, he is the only one who is painful and desperate. This is enough.

  Now that the old pope’s mood, Watson understood to some extent, how similar she and Eve at this moment are to the old and new popes at that time.

Watson was also aware of the confusion and collapse of the new pope at that time. He thought the old pope was a wicked person and a sinner who betrayed the church, but in fact he was a keeper of fear alone. He has been trying to continue the gospel church. The presence.

  The old pope wants to kill the new pope. It’s very simple. Just say everything. The knowledge is like a spell. Thinking about them will invite disaster, but he didn’t do this until the new pope touched a taboo.

  She still remembered that the new pope was sitting next to the well of sublimation. He lowered his head and looked into the dark well, not knowing what he was thinking.

Too many things happened in one day. He chased the secret fury and was doused by the death of the old pope. At that time, he said that he was the most **** thing compared to the old pope. He crossed the fence. , Called disaster.

   Even more desperate are the so-called secrets, the truth of the world, the doomed end, and the endless cycle of reincarnation.

  Looking at the new pope in a daze, Watson also decided to leave from then on. This iron-cast man has been shaken. The old pope’s secrets have overturned his cognition and anger, and he has become extremely ridiculous.

The new pope’s hatred for the old pope did not know how long it had accumulated, but in the end it was discovered that the old pope was the one who had been trying to protect him and everyone. For the new pope, this was really a great irony, like The truth of Holy Night is as dramatic as it is.

  Everyone is played with by the so-called fate, in the worst possible way, pleased with the smile of fate.

  Watson didn’t know if he could survive, but she knew she could no longer bet on the new pope.

The reason why she left Lorenzo was that she hoped that another person could take on this. Lorenzo had done enough for all of this. He didn’t need to give anything anymore, but it was like a curse, Watson finally Still came back.

   "Eve, tell me, where is he?"

  Washeng said weakly. She realized that this seemed to be the first time she had communicated with Eve, but she did not expect it to be like this.

   "Do you know my name?"

  Eve felt that all this seemed even more weird.

  "Not only do I know you, I also know shrike, blue jade, Joey, kestrel..."

  Name after name came to mind. During the time he coexisted with Lorenzo, these memories seemed to be what Watson had personally experienced. Listening to these names, Eve's expression became more complicated.

   "I am Lorenzo's friend, I am not hostile.

  Knowledge is cursed. "

   Watson said, she hoped Eve could understand the meaning.

  Eve's expression was startled. Of course she understood the meaning of this sentence. The curse restricted people's communication and people's understanding.

   "In other words, what I want to ask involves curses, right?"

   Watson nodded, without speaking.

  Do you want to believe this woman? Is she trustworthy? Is she deceiving herself?

Eve's mind shook slightly, her eyes widened, and she fell into a predicament unknowingly. This was just Watson's words. Her appearance itself was extremely weird, and Eve couldn't believe it completely. Watson, and Watson, in order to protect Eve, could not explain all the information to her.

  Like a hedgehog and a rabbit. The hedgehog wants to protect the rabbit, but the rabbit is afraid of the hedgehog's spikes. The hedgehog wants to give the rabbit a hug to express his kindness, but because of its own spikes, it can't do this at all.

  Human beings are bound by such shackles, struggling painfully in reincarnation, constantly forgetting, and then paying blood to remember them again.

  The folding knife trembled slightly, and Eve fell into hesitation in the face of unclear information.

  Looking at Eve who was struggling, Watson was tired.

  During the journey, she also thought about it, if she was caught in the dilemma of the old pope, she could not transmit information, and other people could not understand herself, what should she do when it really becomes that kind of situation?

  Watson couldn’t figure it out, so now he fell into a situation similar to that of the old pope.

  She started to get bored. After all, Watson was no longer a human being. What has been driving her is only the only wish in her heart and a trace of humanity that is about to be wiped out.

Watson doesn’t have time to chat, let alone cultivate a relationship with Eve, tell her some riddles and try to let her know what she is going to do. The information Watson needs is in Eve’s mind. As long as she invades her, Hua Sheng can know everything, as long as she is fast enough to reduce the intensity of the erosion as much as possible, she still has a chance to escape the pursuit of the silent ones.

  Although this might kill Eve.

[Yes, after all, you and Eve are two people who have nothing to do with each other. You know everything about Eve, but this is only seen through Lorenzo’s eyes. You are an outsider and no one knows you. The presence. 】

  There are voices echoing in the ears, as if a crowd is whispering.

  Since gaining some taboo knowledge in the old pope’s [Gap], Watson has always been able to hear something. She felt that this should not be the so-called erosion influence, because she itself is a source of erosion, a source of creation of demons.

  Thinking of this, she felt the tease of fate even more. After chasing the source for so long, she was surprised to find that she seemed to be one of the sources of this disaster.

  Fate laughed at everyone, whether it was Watson or the new pope.

  【Eve is not important. 】

  The voice rang again, torturing Watson's mind.

  During the long journey, this nihilistic voice intensified, at first it was just a meaningless whisper, gradually turning into understandable vague words, and now it has become a curse that can affect the decision.

[Today is only the first official meeting of the two of you. All the friendship and so on are just the fate of passers-by. Compared with the things you have to do, Eve’s life is not worth mentioning, you can say You don’t need to think about it at all. The sublimated you are already an existence beyond human beings. You have ascended to a higher existence. From the perspective of species, you and Eve are just like human beings and their pets. . 】

  【Do humans need to care about pets? 】

   "No need, and no need to think about it."

   She muttered to herself, responding to the voice of nothingness.

  Watson is no longer 016, she is Watson, a deformed and distorted existence.

  She has already embarked on the road of sublimation, and she has been elevated to the existence of non-human beings, and mortal ethics can no longer restrain it, and even the so-called human nature is a burden to Watson.

  Something is rising in the depths of the will. It awakens from its long sleep in the cradle, stretches out its minions, and gently strokes Watson, with an evil smile, watching all this happen.

  It is a filthy thing that originates from the depths of the soul. It is an unspeakable, unknowable, and untouchable existence. The pitch-black liquid is tumbling and surging, and bones and flesh and blood grow and die in it.

   Under the protection of the shadow, it whispered softly in Watson's ear.

  [Yes, that’s it, join us, abandon useless humanity, and rise to a higher existence. 】

  Watson’s pupils spread slightly.

  There are too many heavy things binding Watson's soul, so that she can only step on this filthy ground, but as long as...just abandon them all.

  First, a weak flesh and blood body, then his own ridiculous name, then meaningless emotions, and finally completely erased humanity...

  【Upgrade to a greater existence! 】

  The evil and hideous voices were like a flock of crows whining in their ears, urging Watson to make a decision.

   "Sorry, Eve."

Holding his hand on the crown, Watson's gaze was dull, and he tried to take it off. Eve also witnessed it. For a moment, an inexplicable sense of terror surged in his heart. It seemed that what would happen when Watson took off the crown. Thing.

Eve didn’t know what would happen, but she clearly sensed the burst of fear, and countless voices screamed in her mind, urging Eve to escape, but her body was already captured by an unknown force, and her muscles became rigid. A ball can't move.

Something is coming, originating from the darkness in the soul, the filthy thing spurned by all things in the world, it creeps and breeds in the shadow of God, until it becomes strong enough to cover everyone’s silent night. Above the body.

   Watson's hand lifted the crown of his head, and the bound will was liberated.

  (End of this chapter)