Embers of Embers

Chapter 163
It was approaching early morning, and the sky in the distance was bright.
An icy mist surged in the streets, solidifying on every object at the transition between day and night, covering everything with a layer of frost and mist.
Pedestrians had already appeared on the street. They were walking leisurely, but they couldn't stop looking at Stuart's mansion. The noise from last night's gunshots and mounted policemen woke most people up. They were all curious about what was going on here and whispered.
There were still a small number of soldiers disguised as mounted police standing guard near the streets, dismissing those prying eyes one by one.
The atmosphere was like this old Dunling winter day, with a coldness that stung the skin.
Lorenzo was sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes were a bit tired, and the pain was still echoing in his mind. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth, puffing on the smoke, trying to make himself feel better.
The scavengers were outside dealing with the bloodstains in the room. In this case, they were the best indoor cleaners. After a short survey of the scene, they dealt with the body parts and bloodstains. The strong smell of blood filled the air, which was like slaughtering. The field is average.
Yawei stood outside the door and negotiated with the scavengers. Although Seliu had no feelings for this mansion, it was also Stuart's property, and Yawei had to handle it well.
Seliu hugged his knees with his hands and sat on the soft bed. He looked a little depressed and seemed to have no energy.
"Are they still cleaning up?"
Listening to the sound of water rushing outside the door, the sweepers must be mopping the floor vigorously.
"probably."
Lorenzo answered casually. He looked at the city gradually waking up outside the window, and then at Seleu.
"Are you sure you don't want to take a nap?"
Seliu hasn't slept since she arrived at the purification agency. It's obvious that the girl has a very regular schedule, and staying up late makes her look very uncomfortable.
Seliu shook her head, she couldn't sleep.
This was not the first time that Seliu encountered such a strange impact, the dream that almost tore his mind, and the hounds that followed him like a shadow.
"Lorenzo, you said that was... a mental attack?"
Seleu thought for a moment and asked.
"To be precise, it is an attack directly exerted on the will. It transcends the distance of space and overcomes the obstacles of the body... Of course, what I said may not be accurate. No one knows the full picture of things like demons."
Lorenzo was also a little unsure of his guess.
"But does such power really exist?"
Seliu couldn't believe it and didn't dare to face the real world.
In fact, Seliu's reaction is very normal, the most normal reaction. The monster that has been circulated in legends tore open the book one day and really came to you. All the laws of common sense were destroyed at will, and only You are left alone with helpless wailing fear.
Lorenzo said nothing. This is the reason why organizations like the Demon Hunting Order and the Purification Agency exist.
Not everyone can accept the unknown fear. There are always people who have to stand up and act as a barrier of despair to isolate fear from reason.
Separate the world of terror from the world of normalcy.
Humanity cannot continue to live in fear.
"Seleu, you need to rest."
"But I really can't sleep. As soon as I close my eyes..."
Seliu said tremblingly.
She is a child with a mature mind. It stands to reason that no matter what kind of event it is, it is difficult to shake her. But that weird dream is different. It captures Seleu's most vulnerable point. As soon as she closes her eyes, Seleu will return to that place. In the cold alley, another fate awaits.
That was her nightmare.
"I'm afraid to sleep."
Seleu looked at Lorenzo with a somewhat haggard expression.
"Aren't you afraid?"
She asked. The demon hunter in front of him acted as if nothing had happened. He had no fear or anxiety about the unknown. He was just like normal, as if this terrifying life had become a daily routine in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Dreaming, no one can guarantee whether I will dream of that weird thing again when I fall asleep again."
"and……"
Seleu recalled with fear, the new fate in that dream, the fate without Lorenzo's arrival, she was still a beggar, living in the cold wind of Nalo.
She clearly remembers the feeling of the memory gradually disappearing. Seleucid would become a beggar in that dream instead of the Duchess of Stuart. All the past would disappear under that mysterious power. She would forget everything. Until I can't tell the difference.
"Can you tell it apart?"
Seleu asked.
"Lorenzo, can you distinguish reality from fiction? What if you and I are just in a dream now?"
"I am not sure."
Lorenzo said faintly, his eyes full of complexity. He couldn't see the truth of this world clearly, or maybe there was no so-called truth in this world, it was just endless illusion.
Without the ghost echoing in the [Gap] and without Metanzo's help, I am afraid that Lorenzo would not be able to wake up from that weird hallucination. He even said that it was not an hallucination, but that someone was invading his [Gap]. ], he shaped [the gap] into an illusory world and launched an attack on Lorenzo's will.
This is really a terrifying power. Lorenzo cannot observe the enemy's attack position, does not know what the conditions for the attack are, and is completely unknown about all of this.
"Seleu, do you believe me?"
Suddenly Lorenzo asked, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were deep and he was hiding in the shadows.
Seliu was in a daze, as if she didn't understand why Lorenzo would ask her that, but then she nodded vigorously.
In fact, there were very few people with whom Seleu had anything to do with her in her life, so few that after careful elimination, only Yawei and Lorenzo were left. She is the heir to the noble Stuart and the future duchess. , but in fact there are very few people around her. Although she has those 32 families as her backing, Seliu can't even remember their names.
Who else could she trust but Lorenzo?It was the detective in front of him...the demon hunter, he could be called whatever he wanted. He was the one who brought him to Old Dunling. Seleu could only believe in him, the only one who could trust him.
"I see."
Lorenzo stood up, a complex plan gradually emerging in his mind.
He was never one to sit still and wait for death, and there was boiling rage under his calm eyes.
Lorenzo is angry, and he likes to maintain this anger. Only anger can make him full of motivation. Whether it is Dean Lawrence or something else, as long as it is a form of life, then it can be killed.
The correspondence between life and death is like a curse from which no one can escape.
He tightened his grip on the Winchester, and then raised the knight's sword in his hand.
On the smooth sword body, the man had his eyes closed, but with Lorenzo's call, he opened his eyes, and blazing fireworks boiled.
"Medanzo."
Suddenly there was a strong wind blowing against the window, like an invisible ghost knocking fiercely, everything was trembling, and then time flew by, and all materials collapsed under the influence of this, and the whole was broken into countless pieces. The fragments flew up and turned into dusty snowflakes.
So Metanzo looked at him with a smile after the snow curtain passed. He sat on the side of the bench, leaving a place for Lorenzo.
Lorenzo has left the mansion and is in the mysterious [gap].
The huge falling moon and ice fields are like a dream world.
"Come let's talk."
The demon hunter sat on the other side of the bench and asked, looking at the face that was somewhat similar to his own.
"What exactly is that?"
Medanzo looked at Lorenzo, as expected, he said.
"Lorenzo, you have indeed forgotten a lot of things."
"What do you mean?"
Lorenzo frowned, as if something was vaguely touched.
Forgotten memories.
In that painful hallucination, Lorenzo did see a lot of strange things, even memories that were not his own.
Lorenzo still remembered everything that happened when he killed the monster in the Perpetual Pump. He seemed to have entered the monster's "gap". He killed the monster in the "gap", so the monster in reality became He died, and his memories flooded into his mind.
...Could it be that this attack from [Gap] can also affect memory?
But Medanzo did not continue to explain, he spoke slowly.
"Remember what I said? Lorenzo, [the gap] is our spiritual world, but this world is not closed."
closed?
Lorenzo listened to Medanzo's words and couldn't help but think of the prefrontal lobe removal surgery.
"Every [gap] is an isolated island in the sea of ​​darkness. Everyone is shivering in the darkness, unaware of each other's existence. But when someone knows your location, the tide of death will soak everything..."
Medanzo pointed to the world of ice beneath his feet.
"Someone found you and found out about this place."
"Then how did he do it?"
Lorenzo asked.
Both he and Metanzo knew who the culprit was, but they both had a corresponding tacit understanding and remained silent.
"Just like the Temple of Stasis connects all witchers, traveling through the [Gap] requires a beacon."
Medanzo said.
"erosion."
Lorenzo seemed to realize something, and every nerve was warning him.
"Yes, one of the conditions for launching a [Gap] attack is erosion. Beacons are made from erosion."
He continued.
"You should know why you were attacked, right?"
That demon, the demon killed in the Perpetual Pump, Lorenzo was affected by it at that time... Someone used it to corrode Lorenzo, or it was the corrosiveness of the same source.
"You shouldn't have too much contact with that girl. She has been corrupted and positioned by Dean Lawrence."
Medanzo calmly told all the terrible things.
This weird thing spread like a virus. Dean Lawrence first used Horner as a springboard to corrode Lorenzo, established a beacon for attack, and then spread to Seleu beside Lorenzo. She was just an ordinary person and had nothing to do with it. Resistance can be said, as long as there is a little erosion, it can be achieved.
It's like the Holy Grail, that "meme" quality that can go viral.
“Lorenzo, you have my presence and even Watson in your [gap], so you can resist a certain degree of invasion.
But that girl has nothing, she is just an ordinary person. You saved her this time, but how long can you protect her in the face of that illusory will? "
Lorenzo was silent and clenched his fists.
Yes, it was a war in the mind, and Lorenzo couldn't do anything.
Medanzo continued.
"That is an enemy that does not have a physical body. He wanders in the spiritual world."
"A sword made of iron cannot kill the will."
Everything seems to be in despair. Of course, when the strange attack comes again, the girl will die.
Then someone said in Lorenzo's ear.
"But the will can be killed by another will, a stronger will."
Watson stood behind the bench and looked at Lorenzo with a smile. She looked like she had a chance to win.
"Need cooperation?"
Lorenzo stood up suddenly, took a few steps back, and looked at Watson warily.
"So is this what it's all about? Making a deal with the devil?"
As if he was stepping into a misunderstanding, Metanzo seemed to be cooperating with Watson, and they were planning something.
"It's cooperation."
Watson corrected.
"Isn't it still the same? Let the damn devil out?"
Lorenzo said viciously.
Watson shook his head in disappointment.
"Lorenzo, you still fail to understand that I am already a completely different life form from you...which means it is wrong to judge me based on human thinking."
"You think I'm a hateful devil, but how many times have I saved you?"
"Have I ever deceived you in all this time?"
Watson kept asking questions, forcing Lorenzo to the edge of the cliff.
"We just have the same purpose...just like humans and ants."
She smiled somewhat evilly.
"I am a human being, and you are that tiny ant. With your abilities, it is difficult for you to even observe my whole body."
Yes, if the analogy is really true, it is impossible to directly and completely observe the whole picture of human beings with the ant's field of vision. Human beings are just one huge fragment after another under the ant's field of vision, just like being in high altitude. You cannot completely observe it. Take note of the appearance of the old Dunling. The complex structure and details are beyond the control of an ant's simple brain.
"So in other words, you ants need to eat insects, and I hate insects. So although our goals are different, the result of achieving the goal is actually the same."
Humans kill insects simply because they hate their presence in their homes, while ants kill insects for food.
"Think about it, some unknown and terrifying existence helped you kill Dean Lawrence, but did she really want to help you?"
Watson leaned close to Lorenzo's ear, and his breath revealed extreme coldness.
"With the human way of thinking, you would never understand me."
Unobservable, indescribable, incomprehensible.
"This is the real indescribable, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."
　My wrist is injured, so I have to stop updating for the time being.Then I would like to thank all the readers who have contributed and supported me. Thanks to you, despite the decline in fantasy, I was able to drag my average order of 200 to 600, which is a big hit for you.
　
(End of this chapter)