Ember’s Gun

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Seleu left, 121A Cork Street looked rare and peaceful at night, it was like a sleeping old man, nestled peacefully in the corner of the street, everything was plain except for the flickering signs. No way.

Lorenzo simply cleaned up the room, dumped the trash to a corner, and wiped clean some hairy and moldy areas. Although it is not tired, it is not troublesome. In Lorenzo’s view, it is not necessary to cut Demon. go with.

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. Lorenzo was in a strange mood at this moment.

For a moment, he remembered the past. Another door door was half-hidden, and the sound of hong long long sleep sounded… It was a pity that he could not go back. Since the rainstorm, Lorenzo has locked Higgs’ room Now, everything inside is what he looked like when he left, as if he might come back suddenly one day.

I didn’t think too much. After so long, Lorenzo had accepted what happened then. He pushed open the door of his room, sat by the window, and looked at the dim street.

Turning on the radio, after the noisy electric current, the radio host talked about some neighbourhood things, picked up a bottle of wine that I didn’t know how long ago, and sniffed the taste, thinking about Demon Hunter After not dying 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 hard stand up.

Looking at this scene, Lorenzo couldn’t help but laugh. It felt like observing the living habits of small animals. After the young man drank and threw up, he lay down on the ground. His friends laughed and laughed. A guy stepped on the sticky vomit and slipped and fell on the side of the road.

Actually, it seems that this World is 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 couldn’t think of anything to do besides going to bed.

Thinking about that, he climbed onto the bed, covered the quilt, and the street lamp fell into the dim room through the window, barely reflecting the corner of the ceiling, and some messy posters could be seen on it.

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

“Ah… so 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 been so long.

There are some new posts on it, but most of them are cut newspapers. In the black and white newspaper, Seleu’s face is vague, and there is a large line on the side that says “Young Female Duke”, and one Real-time sigh, people admired that this may be the biggest rainy season in Old Turin in recent years, and then there is a leaflet, an Orthodox leaflet.

These weird things make up Lorenzo’s new life, and he feels a little weird when he sees them. It has been so long since he came to Old Turin.

Think carefully, the mentality and so on are completely different.

The previous Lorenzo didn’t care about the people and things around him. World annihilation was not destroyed. It made no difference to Lorenzo. But now he loves this World so rarely, he can’t just let all of this fall into the flames inside.

Slowly close my eyes, but there is a stream of light overflowing in the gap of the eyelid, secret blood is rising, and the heart beats violently.

Power·Gabriel.

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

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 information 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.

The current Lorenzo is very curious, as if there is an invisible force tempting him, and the Silents guard the [Border], so what is behind the [Border]?

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 guard all this firmly so that no one knows it?

Lorenzo wanted to give it a try, just as he did in the port of Maruri. He wanted to try again, stepping into the darker darkness inside and crossing the [Border] to peek at the mysterious corner.

The erosion spread from the inside of the body, and the will gradually separated 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, falling continuously into the darkness. Like a drowning man, the cold water enveloped him, and looking down there was only a desperate darkness.

Yes, just like when you were in the port of Maruri, let your will and secret blood be allowed to step into the darkness continuously, 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 was an ocean current rising from below, bringing trembling cold and death.

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

Lorenzo is about to see all this clearly, getting closer and closer, and the sleeping monsters all feel Lorenzo this strange visitor, their slightly opened eyes and bloodthirsty fangs.

The atmosphere was extremely suppressed. Just when Lorenzo was about to detonate all of this, he suddenly stopped, revealing a lowly laughed of deserves a beating.

next moment Lorenzo opened his eyes, and the secret blood calmed down in an instant. His head was covered with cold sweat and he didn’t do more stays. He just turned up from the bed and grabbed the Nail sword in the corner, vigilantly. Observe all around.

To be honest, until now, Lorenzo still doesn’t know if his brain is convulsed or something else. In this case, he tried to cross the [boundary]. It stands to reason that his curiosity would not be so heavy. …Or to say that you have been tempted, even if your will, without being vigilant, will be slightly affected?

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 just passing by the edge this time, they can’t be specified. You will feel angry at being teased and come directly here.

It’s okay to be 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. He is like a frightened animal, holding the Nail sword silhouette stiff, so I don’t know how long it lasts, everything is normal, there is no silencer, and no Demon, nothing happened.

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

This is a note he began to write after he returned from Galunalo. Many inferences about Demon, the Silent, and [Borders] are on it. Lorenzo turned to the latest page and wrote it.

“When the Silents were triggered in the port of Maruri, it was obvious that I was the trigger, but those monsters not at all listed me as the priority target, but Lawrence. It seemed that Lawrence was more dangerous than me in front of them. Say they have a set of ways to judge threats in their perception?”

Lorenzo continued to write the previous record, recalling how he felt when he had just passed [the boundary], and wrote.

“I clearly felt that I was on the edge of the [Border], separated from the sticky darkness by a wall, and I could vaguely hear the breathing of the monsters… well, this is just a description. In the conscious world, many things are judged by very metaphysical’feelings’. I think they must be able to feel me as well, but the strange thing is that they should eradicate everything from the actions of the silent ones. [Border], and those who have the ability to cross the [Border] are right.

But they still remain silent, as if there are regulations restricting them, as long as I don’t completely cross the [Border], even if I stand on the edge in a daze, they will not care about me…

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

Lorenzo stopped writing, and the young people who were vomiting downstairs left. It may be the reason for the secret blood. He felt a little tired. If he continues to write, because there are no more experimental records, he does not know what to do. What to write.

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 Nail sword and Winchester next to his pillow. It seemed that only in this way could he reluctantly sleep.

……

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, the world in front of him turned around, and friends around him laughed at his alcohol volume, his face twisted a little and turned into a monster.

“Get up and go.”

Someone tried to pull him up, but the young man refused. He was very sleepy. He shook his head and slept with trash. Friends looked at him helplessly. Probably the alcohol was in theirs. It worked in their heads, and they also staggered, and finally fell beside the young man.

A few drunk young people in the alley just lay on the ground like this, snoring and fell asleep. This situation is very common among young people inside. Everyone wakes up on the street after a hangover to free their souls. ……probably.

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

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

Since leaving Temple of Stasis, Watson has had a weird feeling. She felt that she was being stared at by something. They were like hounds in the shadows chasing after herself…like a silencer.

It is not these monsters that are terrifying, but the peeping eyes. Watson has the courage to face these weirdness, but the endless coldness makes her feel uneasy.

Outside the alley is 121A Cork Street. Watson finally arrived here through continuous [Gap] shuttles. She is holding on to the wall and preparing to walk out of the alley, but lifts the head, but finds that the end of the alley is standing A dark shadow.

In the vague dark shadow inside, with equally bright eyes lit up, he blocked Watson’s path.

No words needed 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. It was so fast that she was too late to contact Lorenzo.

She still has a chance. It is so close here, Watson is confident that he will find Lorenzo on the enemy’s offensive. She and Lorenzo may have some chance of winning together.

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

Fear, horror, sadness, anger, complex emotions are entangled together and become an extremely depressing force, which is like erosion, continuously overflowing from the shadow of the shadow and pressing on Watson.

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

“What on earth are you…? The Silent?”

Watson asked indifferently, the erosion of this intensity is almost as powerful as Night of Advent, and the human body will be alienated in an instant.

“The Silent? Is this the name you call us?”

Allende asked, then he shook the 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 obtain more information and find a way to pass it on.

In front of her is a new silent man…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. My awakening will affect the stability of this World, but because of you,” Allend said, pointing to Watson, “You are like this. The man made mistakes one after another. Some error watchers can fix them, but some errors, such as your existence, they cannot completely kill them.”

“Such errors are accumulated continuously, until a certain value is reached, I will appear, and fix everything.”

Ellen De pressed on step by step, and before he could launch any offensive, the low roar sounded, the young people who were still hanging over Watson suddenly jumped up, they had lost their human form. Dissimilated into Demon by high-intensity erosion, the hideous sharp claw waved, slashing towards Watson.