Ember’s Gun

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Everyone was panicked. The blood and rain mixed into a dark red turbid current, and the screams and rain mixed together, turning into a prologue to chaos. Lorenzo stood on this cold stage and held tightly. The pocket knife in his hand.

Under the rain curtain, he could not find Moriarty’s silhouette. It stands to reason that he would not let Lorenzo discover his own trail. This is a dangerous man. He has been eyeing Lorenzo long ago, and in order to capture Lorenzo, It develops a series of “games”.

Lorenzo’s hand lightly stroked the back of the neck, where Moriarty had just attacked. Lorenzo could not have imagined that Moriarty would dare to appear in front of him. The truth was mixed with falsehood. Even Lorenzo, a deceitful veteran, was also caught Fooled.

But Moriarty gave him the feeling that he was still playing games. He never regarded these as a fight, a war. In fact, the game was over at that moment. If Moriarty played Blade, that blow might cut Lorenzo’s head, but he didn’t.

He was proving himself, taking the risk of terrifying to prove to himself the ability to kill himself, but if he really did this, it would be too boring for Moriarty. What he liked was the game, this damn game.

The corpse was hit by running water, and the iron whistle of mounted police reverberated vaguely, with the sound of horseshoes, they were coming.

There is no time to think about these right and wrong. Lorenzo has killed a lot of Demon and also killed a lot of ordinary persons. It does not mean that he has no heart to repent, but that he feels that repentance should be done before death.

The game has already started. Moriarty must have some other means in the follow-up. Lorenzo can’t sit and wait for death. Without hesitation, he ran wildly on the stagnant water and quickly fled the scene.

He has a firm heart and can fight all nightmares, but before that Lorenzo needs weapons.

Returning to 121A Cork Street, Lorenzo did not stop, but rushed into his room, bringing all the weapons prepared in advance.

Winchester was completely blown up, and the Nail sword that Lorenzo took away from Evangelion Church was basically cut off, so he has been using the standard weapons provided by the cleansing agency recently. Because of frequent replacements, he stocked up under Lorenzo’s bed. Quite a few, like a small arms arsenal.

Shotguns, hook guns, folding knives… Without affecting his flexibility, Lorenzo armed himself as much as possible. For a moment, he looked at the cold weapons on his body and even felt that he was going to be in the next second. Shouting the holy words, go to the eastern campaign.

Unfortunately, the eastern campaign was a few hundred years ago. The old Order burned out in Night of Advent. Lorenzo was alone. At this moment, he was fully armed and murderous aura Ling Ran.

But after doing this, Lorenzo didn’t take any further action. Instead, he rested and sat on the bed, listening to the monotonous rain outside the window.

He didn’t think about the meaning of fleeing. Hercule is Lorenzo’s dark chess, Lorenzo’s communication network. This strange rat king has no actual combat effectiveness. If Lorenzo finds it, it is likely to expose him. As for Oscar… At the beginning, Lorenzo hadn’t lost yet, there was no need to use the escape route at this moment.

It seems that everything has gone back to the past, Lorenzo rarely used his mind instead of directly carrying Nail sword and cutting it over. After all, his enemies are no longer those Demons who only follow instincts, but are more deceitful than them by 10000 points. Moriarty.

The tragedy on the street cannot be concealed from the cleansing agency, presumably they have now got the news. On the way to and from Cork Street, Lorenzo is thinking hard. He is a detective and a criminal at the same time. He is good at switching between the two, like He used to work for Burlau, and now all he has to do is think about what Moriarty will do next.

Their rash actions will only make the cleansing agency more and more suspicious of themselves, and this is exactly what Moriarty wants to see. The cooperation between Lorenzo and the cleansing agency is the biggest obstacle for the new Order to recover the fake Holy Grail. They need Make cleansing agency abandon itself.

If this is the case, the way to achieve this is very simple, as long as you become unable to control the cleansing agency, but what should they do?

Expand the killing? He was misled by Moriarty’s hallucinations. He could mislead himself once, but definitely not the second time. Moriarty should know this too, so what would he do?

Do not……

Lorenzo woke up suddenly. He couldn’t focus all of his attention on Moriarty and the new Order, as well as the damn letter. Lawrence’s remnant party was running around Old Turin inside, and he and the cleansing agency were all caught up in it. The new Order attracted attention and ignored these.

The remnants of Lawrence are the real threatening existence. They control “Revelation” and have the ability to create secret blood. They have tracked down those inferior secret blood that are still circulating.

Lorenzo’s gaze was lowered, and he squeezed the pocket knife in his hand tightly until there were footsteps from the stairwell. Maybe it was Mrs. Van Lude, or maybe it was Higgs. Lorenzo should have gotten used to this, but today He felt a little uneasy.

This time he didn’t threw the jackknife coolly, but held the blade, lightly pulled it long, stood up silently, and looked at his door.

……

Mrs. Van Lude looked at the silhouette disappearing in the stairs with some curiosity. Lorenzo in such a hurry is very rare. Even when he comes back drenched with blood, Lorenzo will greet him with a smile on his face, but this time Lorenzo didn’t even have it. Realizing that she was there, he went straight back upstairs.

But she didn’t care too much, anyway, Lorenzo was an unpredictable guy.

Mrs. Van Lude’s daily life is very simple, just like an ordinary housewife. According to the schedule she set for herself, Mrs. Van Lude picked up the mop and packed up the living room.

There are only 3 people living here, but in fact, only Mrs. Van Lude is often active in the living room. Lorenzo spends most of the time walking on the streets of Old Turin, and Higgs usually stays in his own room and cannot close the door, so The place is actually quite clean, there is no need to clean up, but Mrs. Van Lude currently has nothing else to do, it’s all about killing the time.

Humming the military anthem during the service, and looking at the strategic map on the wall from time to time, the military career is a good time for Mrs. Van Lude, but it is a pity that the tragic war and the changes of time have caused many deaths. Or live in a remote place.

But at this moment the door was pushed open, and the cold wind and rain poured into the warm living room inside. The man stood at the door and paused for a long time without moving.

“Higgs?”

Mrs. Van Lude yelled hesitantly, the living room did not turn on the lights, and the gloomy sky outside only faint light falling, she couldn’t see the person’s appearance.

This silence lasted for a long time, and the man raised his head and said to Mrs. Van Lude.

“I am back.”

Higgs said and walked in. He didn’t open his umbrella and was very embarrassed by the rain.

“Why was it rained on? Hurry up and change into clean clothes…”

Mrs. Van Lude walked over while talking caringly, but as he approached her and saw Higgs’ face clearly, the kind expression gradually stiffened.

“What happened… is it?” Mrs. Van Lude asked.

Higgs didn’t speak, but approached her and gave her a brief hug.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light reflecting on his face. I don’t know if it was rain or tears. His cheeks were soaked in water, his expression was a bit hideous, but he seemed to be acting calmly again.

Countless thoughts surged in my mind, all the voices were covered by the same sound, the falling rain, the endless rain, under the endless rain curtain, the hometown deep in memory.

Higgs is about to go back. He released Mrs. Van Lude and moved towards the stairs. His steps gradually staggered, as if there was an unbearable pain, and a strange force was exerted on him.

But these pains are no better than the pain of the soul, the pain of loneliness.

Yes, this kind of pain has been too long, and Higgs himself has become numb for a long time, unable to realize the source of this problem.

Until Moriarty discovered everything.

That doctor, that devil-like guy, he found his own gap.

He raised his head and looked at the familiar place, the door opened slightly, and his white eyes were staring at him coldly. The man’s expression was complicated, a little disappointed, and a little self-blaming.

“So, are you going to kill me next? Higgs.”

Lorenzo was holding the jackknife, and he could feel that the slight erosion was being released in Higgs’ body, reason was being continuously stripped from this body, and he was about to become a part of that madness.

Higgs didn’t passively accept hallucinogen, but he also yearned for it. From the day he left his hometown, he was like a kite with a broken line, floating back and forth between the storm and the clear sky, a person without roots.

But now that Higgs got what he wanted, Lorenzo didn’t know what he saw in that psychedelic hallucination, but it was certain that Higgs had always wanted something that would make him, a mediocre person, willing to fall.

Lorenzo could tell, because Higgs was showing a strange smile at the moment, a satisfied and sick smile.

“does it worth?”

Lorenzo’s knife is very fast and powerful, and can cut off Demon’s head in an instant. If they have any so-called pain, they will die without even feeling the pain.

But in the face of Higgs, who was gradually becoming weird, Lorenzo was too late to get down.

He had a cold face, the atmosphere was suppressed and solemn.

Sometimes it does not require extreme fear or painful encounters to make a person fall into madness, just give him what he desires most, just as a person in the dark sees the only light, he will dash on bravely with No thought of personal safety. Grab the light, even if there are endless thorns behind the darkness.

What kind of light did Higgs see? Can make him fall into a nightmare inside, but still smiling.

“You have to be careful of him, Lorenzo.”

Higgs’s voice was a little distorted, leaning on the wall, the upstairs obviously not long, but he walked for a long time and didn’t reach the end.

“Moriarty? That pervert, lunatic, scumbag.”

The words were very relaxed, but his expression was extremely majestic, like a cast iron statue.

This is Lorenzo’s common vocabulary to describe himself, and it really fits him very well. Lorenzo just killed a person in a car, maybe in a few seconds he will also kill his roommate who has been with him for many years, but he doesn’t. What kind of moral guilt, I feel angry anyway.

“He is very special… In fact, this is my own choice. He said that playing with an ordinary person is boring, just like an Old Hu is playing with a mouse. It is so boring… He let me make my own choice.”

Higgs’s voice is a bit weak, close to the wall, the abnormality of the body has gradually manifested, but fortunately, there is no demonization that can be intuitively seen.

This was a deal, a deal with devil, Higgs finally got a glimpse of the hometown hidden deep in the memory in the woven illusion, and the price was this fading reason and gradually deformed body.

Lorenzo walked towards Higgs with a pocket knife. It was a difficult decision to make. As he said to Mrs. Van Lude at that time, even if you raise a dog, after so many years, there will be more or less feelings. Don’t talk about humans.

He used to have a heart of iron and stone, but this heart of iron and stone gradually melted into flesh and blood under the warmth. Sometimes Lorenzo even feels lucky with it. He can empathize with the sorrows and joys of others. He is still a human, not Pure monster.

Higgs and Lorenzo looked at each other for a short time. I don’t know if the light of the pure flame is too bright, or something else, they crossed their eyes, and then quickly avoided.

It seems that he was not here to kill Lorenzo, as Moriarty said, Higgs is just a mouse, how can a gutter mouse kill a monster?

Lorenzo also did not understand why Higgs came back, and he dared to show up in front of him. After living together for so long, he thought this poor autistic boy should be able to guess who he is and what he is doing. Kind of work, right?

Of course, Demon this thing is still somewhat beyond Higgs’ cognition, but Lorenzo always feels that he should be an embryonic bully in his eyes, right?

So why come back?

Lorenzo didn’t understand. If Higgs alienated into Demon in a corner outside…Lorenzo thought it would be the best ending, just like the Demon that Lorenzo killed at will, Lorenzo could kill him without caring. But now Higgs is back and appears in front of him like a child who admits his mistake.

The jackknife raised slowly, Lorenzo knew what Higgs meant, he knew he had become a monster and did something wrong, only Lorenzo could end this.

“Moriarty…”

Lorenzo whispered the name softly, his anger boiled and burned, extremely warm.

But at this moment of life and death, Mrs. Van Lude’s voice sounded.

“Higgs!”

She has taken care of Higgs for so long, and she knows exactly what kind of child Higgs is, which is not his usual behavior.

Mrs. Van Lude had a faint worry in her heart. It seemed that something bad was about to happen. She walked over quickly, but saw something unexpected to her.

Lorenzo supported Higgs, and Higgs tilted his face to the inside, hidden by the shadow.

“what happened?”

“Higgs is a little uncomfortable. It may be rained. I will take him to the doctor.”

The anger just stopped, just as usual, his face collapsed, showing a silly smile.

He assisted Higgs towards the door and waved his hand to say goodbye to Mrs. Van Lude. The rain outside was heavy, but Lorenzo did not take the umbrella. When Mrs. Van Lude chased out uncomfortably, between Heaven and Earth became white. Everyone on the street is like a gray ghost shadow, hard to distinguish.