Ember Gun

  Chapter 465 Watcher

  Seleu left, and 121A Cork Street seemed rare and peaceful at night. It was like a sleeping old man, peacefully nesting in the corner of the street. Except for the flickering signs, everything was simply plain.

Lorenzo simply cleaned up the room, dumped the **** to a corner, and wiped clean some of the hairy and moldy areas. Although not tired, it is not troublesome. In Lorenzo's view, this is not necessarily easy to cut the monsters. Where to go.

  After cleaning up roughly, Lorenzo returned to his room, stepped up the stairs, and came to the two doors. It may have been a long time since he saw these. At this moment, Lorenzo was in a very strange mood.

For a moment he remembered the past, the other door was half-hidden, and there was a rumbling sound of sleep... It was a pity that he couldn't go back. Since the storm, Lorenzo had locked Sieg's room. , Everything inside is what he looked like when he left, as if he might come back suddenly one day.

   didn't think too much, after so long, Lorenzo had accepted what happened at that time, he pushed open the door of his room, sat by the window, and looked at the dim street.

After turning on the radio, the radio host talked about some neighbourhood things. He picked up a bottle of wine that had been opened for a long time and sniffed the taste. After he died from food poisoning, he took a big mouthful.

  It's just nightfall, and there are still passers-by on the street. Some young people just came out of the bar, swaying, yelling loudly while walking, and finally leaning against the street lamp, holding the light pole and vomiting vigorously.

Seeing this scene, Lorenzo couldn't help laughing. It felt like observing the living habits of small animals. After drinking and throwing up, the young man lay down on the ground. His friends laughed and laughed. The guy stepped on the sticky vomit and slipped and fell on the side of the road.

  In fact, from this point of view, the world is still quite joyful.

Lorenzo turned his gaze back. He looked at the empty room. Only then did Lorenzo realize that he was a bit boring. At this kind of moment, he could not think of anything other than going to bed. .

  Thinking about that, he climbed onto the bed and covered the quilt. The street lamp fell into the dim room through the window, barely reflecting the corner of the ceiling, and you could see some messy posters sticking to it.

  Some new store advertisements, travel flyers, and some weird rally promotions, which were printed at different times, some were a few months ago, and some were a few years ago.

   "Ah... it's fast."

  Lorenzo looked at the familiar poster, and all the memories of the past appeared in front of him for a moment. At this time, he had a sense of hindsight. When he looked back, he realized that everything had passed so long.

There are some new posts on it, but most of them are cut newspapers. The black-and-white newspaper has a vague appearance of Seleuc. There is a large line on the side that says "Young Duchess", and one is real-time. Excited, people admired that this may be the biggest rainy season in Old Dunling in recent years, and then there is a leaflet, a leaflet of the Orthodox Church.

  These weird things make up Lorenzo's new life. When he sees these, he feels a little incredible. It has been so long since he came to Old Dunling.

  Think about it carefully, the mentality is completely different.

Lorenzo used to be indifferent to the people and things around him. The world is not destroyed. It is no different for Lorenzo, but now he loves the world so rarely, he can’t just let all of this fall into flames. middle.

  Slowly closed his eyes, but there was a stream of light overflowing in the gap of the eyelid, the secret blood was rising, and the heart beat violently.

  Power·Gabriel.

  At the end of the Maruri port, in order to escape Lawrence’s pursuit, Lorenzo stepped into the darkness, crossed the [Border], and disturbed the Silents.

   Judging from Lorenzo's current understanding, these monsters will not let themselves go so easily. Lorenzo is thinking about when they will appear. This is a hidden crisis.

  But... more of curiosity.

   Judging from Shermans’ notes and the intelligence that Lorenzo learned later, the truth of the Red News incident was already obvious. Lorenzo waited for Merlin’s news only to completely affirm all this.

  Now Lorenzo is very curious, as if there is an invisible force tempting him, and the silent guards [boundary], then what is behind [boundary]?

  Do you say that the [truth] that you have been chasing is just after the [boundary]? If it is true, then why do they want to keep all this firmly guarded so that no one knows it?

  Lorenzo wanted to give it a try, just like when he was in the port of Maruri, he wanted to try again, stepping into the darker darkness, crossing the [Border] to peek at the mysterious corner.

The erosion spread out from the body, and the will gradually detached from the body. Lorenzo didn't know where he would go. If he didn't say how he felt, he felt like he was diving, constantly falling into the depths of darkness. , Like a drowning man, the icy water enveloped him, and looking down there was only a desperate darkness.

  Yes, just like in the port of Maruri, let your will and secret blood be allowed to step into the darkness until you cross the [Border] and disturb the sleeping monsters.

  In a fully conscious perception, this is a vast and dark sea, Lorenzo felt that there is an ocean current surging from below, bringing trembling cold and death.

  He is going to cross over, and a dim starlight shines behind [Border], just like the dim starry sky that Watson showed him in [Gap].

  Lorenzo was about to see all this, getting closer, and the sleeping monsters all felt the strange visitor Lorenzo, they opened their eyes slightly, revealing bloodthirsty fangs.

  The atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme. Just as Lorenzo was about to detonate all of this, he suddenly stopped, revealing a smirk of awkwardness.

The next moment Lorenzo opened his eyes, and the secret blood also calmed down instantly. His head was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't do more stays. He just turned up from the bed, grabbed the nail sword in the corner, and watched vigilantly. All around.

To be honest, until now Lorenzo still wonders whether his brain is convulsed or something else. In this case, he tried to cross the [Border]. It stands to reason that his curiosity would not be so heavy... …Or to say that you have been tempted, even if your will is slightly affected if you are not vigilant?

Of course, these things are not important anymore. Lorenzo is more worried about whether his repeated horizontal jumps on the [boundary] will offend the silent person. Although he is only passing by the edge this time, they may not be specific. You will feel angry at being teased and come directly here.

  It’s okay to come here, although I feel a little distressed about the house, but if you blow it up, Lorenzo doesn’t seem to have to clean the room.

The more nervous the brain is, the more messy things he thinks about. He is like a frightened animal, his figure stiff holding a spiked sword, so I don’t know how long it lasts, everything is normal, there is no silencer, no monster, what It didn't happen either.

  Lorenzo sighed, and after a pause, he walked to the table and took the notes to record.

  This is a note he began to write after he returned from Gallunalo. Many inferences about demons, silent ones, [boundaries], etc. are all on it. Lorenzo turned to the latest page and started writing.

"When the Silents were triggered in the Port of Maruri, it was obvious that I was the trigger, but those monsters did not list me as a priority target, but Lawrence. It seemed that Lawrence was more dangerous than me in front of them. Chiri, is there a way of judging threats?"

  Lorenzo continued to write from the previous record. He recalled how he felt when he had just passed the [Border] and wrote.

"I clearly felt that I was on the edge of [Border], separated from the thick darkness by a wall, and I could vaguely hear the breathing of those monsters... Well, this is just a description, conscious. In the world, many things are determined by very metaphysical'feeling'. I think they must be able to feel me, but the strange thing is that they should eradicate everything that crosses the [border] based on the actions of the silent person. , And those who have the ability to cross [the boundary].

  But they still remain silent, as if there are regulations restricting them, as long as I do not completely cross the [Border], they will not pay attention to me even if I stand on the edge in a daze...

  This makes me wonder if the silent people have self-awareness. Are they some kind of unknowable monster, or are they a machine that obeys the rules and regulations? "

Lorenzo stopped writing, and the young people who were vomiting downstairs all left. It may be the cause of the secret blood. He felt a little tired. If he continues to write, because there are no more experimental records, he doesn't know how to write. what's good.

  Perhaps after tomorrow, he can try to experiment with Merlin. With the current technology and intelligence, Lorenzo has a certain degree of confidence to protect everyone from the attacks of the Silents.

Lorenzo closed the notes and climbed back on the bed, probably because he was still afraid of the silent. After thinking about it for a while, he put the nail sword and Winchester next to his pillow, as if only in this way could he reluctantly. Fell asleep.

  ……

  The young man stopped vomiting, he stumbled, and finally stepped into the alley of the street, leaned against the wall and sat down weakly, staying with the garbage.

  Alcohol made his consciousness extremely blurred, and the world in front of him turned around. Friends around him laughed at his alcohol capacity, his face twisted a little and turned into a monster.

   "Get up and go."

Someone reached out his hand and tried to pull him up, but the young man refused. He was very sleepy, shaking his head and sleeping with trash. Friends looked at him helplessly, probably because alcohol was also working in their minds. , They also staggered, and finally fell beside the young man.

A few drunk young people in the alley just lay down on the ground and fell asleep in snoring. This kind of scene is very common among young people. Everyone wakes up on the street after a hangover to set their souls free... probably.

  The young man fell asleep, but after a while he slowly opened his eyes, with a slight glimmer in his eyes, no drunken turbidity.

Watson stood up slowly, her will dominates this body, but the physiological reaction caused by alcohol made her the manipulator a little uncomfortable, but this is not the time to entangle these things, she is going to see Lorenzo , Exchange these **** information with him.

  Since leaving the Temple of Silence, Watson had a strange feeling. She felt that she was being stared at by something. They were like hounds in the shadows hunting after her...like a silent person.

  It was not these monsters that were terrible, but the peeping eyes. Watson had the courage to face these weirdness, but the endless coldness made her feel uneasy.

Outside the alley is 121A Cork Street. Watson finally arrived here through a series of [gap] shuttles. She held on to the wall and was about to walk out of the alley, but raised her head, but found that there was a standing at the end of the alley. Blurred black shadows.

  In the vague black shadow, with the same bright eyes lit up, he blocked Watson's path.

There is no need for words to explain. Watson understood the other party's intentions in an instant. When she dug up the information from the old pope's mind, Watson had a hunch about all this, but she didn't expect to come so soon. , She was too late to contact Lorenzo.

  She still has a chance. It is so close here, Watson is confident to find Lorenzo on the enemy's offensive, and she and Lorenzo may have a little chance of winning together.

  Watson thought so, but then she smelled a disgusting stench.

  Fear, horror, sadness, anger, complex emotions entangled together, turning into an extremely repressive force, like erosion, constantly overflowing from the shadow of the shadow and pressing on the body of Watson.

  Not only that, Watson slowly raised her hand, and she was surprised to find that her palm had begun to deform. This body had been eroded, and the intensity of the erosion was terrifying, and it was only a few breaths that caused a physical alienation.

   "What on earth are you...? Silent?"

  Wason asked indifferently, the erosion of this intensity was almost as strong as in the night of the Holy Prophet, and the human body would be alienated in an instant.

   "The Silent One? Is this the name you call us?"

  Adelen asked, then he shook his head and denied the title.

   "We are the watchmen."

   "Watchmen? What are you watching?"

  Watson continued to ask. She realized that she was incapable of defeating the enemy in front of her. All she could do was to obtain more information and find a way to pass it on.

  In front of her is a brand-new silencer...or the watchman, who has an independent self-awareness, which is different from those machine-like existences, and he must have some specific purpose because of it.

   "Watch this stable world."

   "You are different from the other... watchmen." Watson said.

"Indeed, they are just a group of living dead. It stands to reason that I shouldn't exist either. My awakening will affect the stability of this world, but because of you," Edron said, pointing to Watson, "People like you One error after another has been created, some error watchers can fix, but some errors, such as your existence, they cannot completely kill them."

   "Such errors continue to accumulate, until I reach a value, I will appear to correct it all."

Adlon pressed forward step by step, and before he launched any offensive, the low roar sounded, the young people beside Watson who were still hanging over suddenly jumped up. They had lost their human form and were raised up. The erosion of intensity turned into a demon, and the hideous claws waved, slashing towards Watson.

  (End of this chapter)