Ember Gun

  Chapter 506 Hedgehog

  The soothing atmosphere finally became rigid again, Lorenzo's expression was very strange, he wanted to speak again, and finally sighed helplessly.

  Also...I’m really an acquaintance.

Lorenzo felt a headache. He didn't know whether Shrike knew this information. But logically speaking, as a consultant for this operation, Shrike couldn't be ignorant of this. That is to say, when he stated his exploration of Jihai , He also knew that he would meet Frocky the shipbuilder again in the future.

  Now Lorenzo understood Shrike’s complicated feelings at the time. He kept stroking the death knell, not so much looking for a sense of security from guns, but rather accumulating his own hatred.

  The anger and hatred that lasted for ten years continued to ferment and grow in the dark corners of the heart, until they could no longer be restrained and broke through the cage...

  Thinking about it makes people feel daunting.

  Lorenzo shook his head quickly. He felt this emotion very much, because Lorenzo was also dominated by this endless hatred.

  Thinking of this, Lorenzo was in a daze. He looked at Seleu. The girl looked at him with a puzzled face, not knowing what he was doing in front of him.

  For some reason, Lorenzo suddenly looked very tired. It may be because of the thought of Shrike. He put down Winchester in his hand, leaned against the sundries behind him casually, and collapsed into a ball.

  Dominated by hatred...

  Does Lorenzo sometimes want to be free from it? As if liberated, he became more like a person, and he did not have a somber face so often. He even had a lot of people who could be regarded as friends, and they gathered together in the office with him shortly before sailing. Eat and drink.

Familiar faces emerged in my mind one after another. They were good or evil, life or death. They were all people Lorenzo had come into contact with in recent years. They were not passers-by who were bound by one side, but those who could really remember their names. people.

  So...Have you really walked out of the darkness?

  Lorenzo has a question.

It doesn’t seem to be. Just like the conversation with Watson in the railway station, Lorenzo is a slave to fate. He broke through the haze of the Holy Night, but then a greater darkness enveloped him, as if A teasing from fate.

"what happened?"

  The off-line guy in front of him suddenly fell silent, and Seleu stared at Lorenzo suspiciously.

"nothing."

  Lorenzo raised his head as he spoke, and looked at each other with Seleu, the clear eyes reflecting Lorenzo's face.

   "It's just a sudden realization that it's been so long!"

  Lorenzo became happy again, and said with a smile on his face.

   "Look, the greatest investment in my life!"

  He covered Seleu's face with both hands while speaking, and said horrible things indiscriminately.

  "From beggar to duke, my investment can be written into textbooks!"

  Seleu was indifferent, and reached out and knocked out Lorenzo's hands.

   "I think you can be nailed to the stigma of detective history... Are you really a detective? Mercenaries are more suitable for you, right?"

  Winchester, spike swords, jackknife, and some weapons that Seleuc did not fully recognize, they can be seen everywhere in this room, and sometimes she has the illusion that Lorenzo lives in the armory.

  It is like a nest of wild beasts, not only dirty, but also full of the bones of prey.

   "There is no way, how can you not be a detective if you have been a demon hunter? Whoever sets the rules, you can only say that I am versatile, versatile, understand?"

  Lorenzo repeatedly emphasized, turning the topic to a joke.

   "Are you still afraid of what?"

  Seleu's words turned, and he ignored Lorenzo's mouthful.

  This is not a random word, but a very serious question. Selenium is full of momentum, and his slender figure sits in a chair honestly, but it seems like a wall that blocks Lorenzo's path.

"what?"

  Lorenzo’s smile stiffened, and he started to think things were going bad.

Unlike many people of the opposite **** that I have known, Lan Jade may remain silent when something is deadlocked, and if you accidentally pull out a weapon to assassinate you, Irene will be full of rhetoric, and you will be fooled by Eve. Be an activist, stab you before you react, or more.

  Seleu is different. She is a very special, ordinary but extraordinary person, like a magical power, with a powerful soul hidden in her slender body.

  She will stare at you closely, drag you into a weird atmosphere, and ask you questions like a judge, and you have no reservations and nowhere to hide.

   "As you said, some people wear weapons at all times. Compared to murderers, these people may be a group of cowards. They are afraid of something, so afraid that they have to hold weapons at any time."

   Seleuc said that he drew a small dagger from his sleeve. It didn’t look threatening, but it was enough to cut his throat.

   "Well... you often put it under your pillow."

  Lorenzo remembered this dagger. For a long time after being accepted by the Stuarts, Seleu habitually kept it under his pillow.

   "Do you think I'm still scared?"

  Seleu played with the dagger, pressing his fingertips gently against the sharp tip.

"you…"

   "Actually, I am not afraid anymore. I keep it as a habit. I am used to the existence of such a thing around me, like a souvenir, commemorating the past."

  Seleu did not give Lorenzo a chance to speak at all, and looked at Lorenzo with a cold look.

   "So... Lorenzo, you are now fully armed, are you used to this kind of life, or are you afraid of something?"

   Lorenzo always carried weapons on his body, accompanied by weapons, sleeping with them, and even said that he himself was a terrible weapon.

   "Why do you think so?"

   Lorenzo asked rhetorically, not angry at Seleuc’s pressing, but found it interesting.

   "Do I have to be afraid of anything?"

   Lorenzo then asked, but it was more like asking himself than asking Seleu.

  The invincible Mr. Lorenzo Holmes has anything to fear?

   seems to be gone.

  No matter what kind of suffering, Lorenzo managed to survive. He may die, but he returned again, brandishing a nail sword and hitting the enemy hard.

Seleu stood up suddenly, Lorenzo was still immersed in his own thinking, completely unaware of this, until he smelled the breath of approaching, before he waited to say anything, Seleu stretched out his hand to hold his eyes and pressed hard. He opened his eyelids, completely exposing the bloodshot gray-blue eyes.

The distance between   's eyes was shortened indefinitely, and Lorenzo's eyes were covered by Seleu's pupils, as if the blue sea was pressing down, and he held his breath for a while.

   "What are you afraid of."

  This is not an interrogative sentence, but a declarative sentence. Seleuc knew exactly what Lorenzo was afraid of. She stepped on the edge of the bed to make herself stand higher, leaning towards Lorenzo, oppressing him

   "I saw it in your eyes."

  Seleu’s voice circulated in his ears. In the previous conversation with Lorenzo, he might not have paid attention to it, but Seleu was completely aware of the existence of the fear.

Just when he asked Lorenzo what was behind the hatch and what he was going to do with the cleansing mechanism, Lorenzo had a vague fear, which originated from instinctive fear. It flashed past, but was locked in by Seleuc. Caught it.

  Fear...what?

  Lorenzo's eyes widened. He knew that there were too many things in this world worthy of his fear.

He may have really walked out of the darkness. It is not so much that he is dominated by hate, but rather that the things that dominate Lorenzo have changed. Once those things were vengeance, resentment and rage, but now they are replaced by something new. NS.

   Something more precious and worthy of bloodshed.

Arthur once said this to Lorenzo. He lost a lot of family members. Sadly, he was immersed in work, constantly chasing demons, and heading towards the path of paranoia and madness. For a time, Arthur felt that he was about to become something. This inhuman thing, in the human skin, the extremely precious heart is slowly deteriorating, becoming as hard as iron stone.

There is nothing wrong with this. Arthur abandoned himself and walked on a dead end, until a ray of light saved Arthur, and that was the born Eve. Although her birth had been rough, when she saw the child in the swaddle, Arthur suddenly felt that everything seemed...not so bad.

  A better and more precious thing bound him, turning Arthur into a person without being covered by iron and stone.

Lorenzo still dismissed it when he heard this. He never thought that a person who had gone to a dead end would be saved so easily, because he was that kind of person at the time, but then everything changed. What is more precious Things replaced the dim and dirty things in Lorenzo's heart.

for example…

  For example, this can barely be regarded as a beautiful world, such as a good life, such as everyone familiar, such as these things that Lorenzo can't give up.

   "This is my enemy, the battle I should fight."

  Lawrence's words sounded like a curse in his ears, and Seleuc was torn to pieces by sharp claws, and turned into burning ashes before his eyes.

  Lorenzo shuddered, breathing violently, and let out heavy gasps.

  He was in fear, fear of the dark future.

  Seleu was taken aback by Lorenzo's sudden reaction. She couldn't help but backed up and looked at Lorenzo who was embarrassed. He seemed to have just awakened from a nightmare, panic and cold sweat on his forehead.

  What could make Lorenzo afraid of this? After a brief panic, Seleu reacted, and she looked at Lorenzo carefully.

   "Someone will die, won't they?"

  Lorenzo did not speak. For him, this was a really bad development. It was like this every time he was alone with Seleu. The **** girl in front of him could not help but uncover her secrets.

   "Will it be... me?"

  Seleu looked directly at Lorenzo, cupped his face, and continued to guess.

   "No...nothing," Lorenzo swallowed, adjusting his mood, "There are some things you better don't know."

  Yes, there are some things that Seleuc shouldn’t know. No, she absolutely can’t know the real purpose of this voyage.

A new cycle has begun. The focus of the silent people is attracted by something. Therefore, the forbidden knowledge can be spread within a small area, which also prompted this action to the end of the world, but Lorenzo was very clear that this time The success or failure of the action is a cloud of doubt, and no one can think of the final direction, and even if it succeeds, it does not mean that the reincarnation can be ended.

  This is a gamble. Once the gambling loses, all those who know this will be liquidated by the silent. Whether it is Lorenzo, Arthur, or Queen Victoria, everyone who knows the taboo will not have a good death.

  Seleuc cannot and absolutely cannot know this.

  If you lose the bet, they just die, but the world will usher in a new reincarnation. Although the war is fierce, more people will survive.

  Seleucid slowly let go of his hand, and sat back a little disappointed.

   "You always do this, Lorenzo," she sighed helplessly, "you always refuse everyone like this."

  Seleu became humorously rare, and said very troubledly.

  "Do you like Kestrel like that?"

   "Huh? Kestrel?"

  The sudden change of emotion made Lorenzo a little confused. He was played around by Seleu. I wish she would never know Irene, otherwise the two guys would get together, and it would be very bad to think about it.

   "I have power and wealth, but only this... gap, I really can't cross it."

   Selenium bit her lip and looked even more distressed.

   "What are you talking about!" Lorenzo cried out loudly.

   "Isn't it? It's all written in my books."

Lorenzo was startled, and suddenly there was a feeling of sadness coming from it. Thousands of thoughts rushed through, from the direction of the world’s fate to something to eat tomorrow morning. At the end of the thought, Lorenzo thought with grief and took Stu Is it really reliable for Yate's future to be handed over to this kind of person?

Just now they were still depressed and deep. In an instant, the two of them quarreled because of these messy and bad words, but neither of them was stupid. The so-called bad words were just an excuse to escape, and the atmosphere gradually became silent again. .

   "Lorenzo."

  Seleu broke the awkward silence, she said blankly.

   "I always wanted to... do something for you."

  Play with the dagger in your hand, it may be able to cut your throat, but some enemies can't be killed by just cutting the throat.

  Lorenzo did not respond, and Seleu didn't say anything anymore. He got up and left. When he walked to the door, Lorenzo said suddenly.

   "Have you ever raised a hedgehog?"

  Seleu turned around, not understanding what Lorenzo was talking about.

"Actually, I have never raised them either. Sometimes I will see a few in the grass. It is a very interesting little animal, covered with spikes. It is like making friends with other little animals, but it will always be accidental. The ground stabbed them, although this was not out of its original intention, but watching the bleeding that you love is always a bad thing, right?"

  Lorenzo lowered his head, remembering what he had lost, friends who disappeared in the storm, the door that can’t be opened anymore...

  "But don’t worry too much about the hedgehog. The hedgehog is alive and well. Its thorns are very sharp and can easily penetrate the enemy..."

   "Can the hedgehog really live alone?"

  Seleu interrupted Lorenzo, his voice paused, and he responded with some hesitation.

"maybe."

  Silent and briefly looked at each other, Seleu pushed open the door, and a voice rang behind her, calling her again.

   "You won't die, Seleu."

  Seleu did not look back. She left the room and closed the door. There was only Lorenzo left in the narrow space.

  At this moment, Lorenzo was like a shrike during a conversation. He had already grasped Winchester with his hands, rubbing his fingers on the handle of the gun repeatedly, watching the heavy rain outside the porthole, and the Thunder mapped his face pale.

   "No one will die."

  Lorenzo swears.

  (End of this chapter)