The scenery outside the window flew by, and the snowflakes that were slowly falling also flew quickly, falling like heavy rain.

"You look like you have a good appetite. ”

Lorenzo said as he paused his chin and looked at Seleuc, who was stuffing bread into his mouth.

The girl now completely discarded those noble auras and didn't care about her image.

"It's just been a long time since I've eaten anything like this. ”

Seleucus swallowed the bread.

"Yawei never let me eat anything outside, he said it was all junk food. ”

"You can see that you are a continuation of the Stuart family, and he values you more than anything else. ”

Lorenzo also picked up a piece of bread and ate it, although the witcher has strength and endurance beyond ordinary people, it is always uncomfortable to be hungry.

"But the more he stopped me, the more I wanted to eat, so sometimes I would sneak out. ”

"Like when you came to me?"

Every time Seleucus came to find her, it ended with Lorenzo taking her to dinner and Yahweh picking her up.

"Probably. ”

Lorenzo reflected on his experience, and he continued.

"Actually, it's quite understandable. ”

"When I was in the Order, I often saw those holy and honorable priests, who sang the praises of the gods on the surface, but behind the scenes they were in bars and casinos. ”

"Among them was the priest whom I used to think was very pious, and he ended up gambling the most in the casino, and I asked him why he did it, but he said that he didn't understand it, and the more he stopped, the more he urged humanity. ”

The doctrine says that it is the original sin of mankind, and that even the strongest faith is vulnerable in the face of that terrible confusion. ”

Curious...... Is the exploration of the unknown also the original sin?

Lorenzo couldn't help but touch the cigarette case in his arms, which contained those cigarettes containing ashweed.

"One day, I figured everything out of nowhere. ”

"Maybe sometimes people just need this kind of thing. ”

"What's that?"

Seleuc asked curiously.

"The joy of jealousy. ”

Lorenzo replied mysteriously.

"The shackles of thought are temporary, and the more you warn, the less human beings will be afraid, but ...... More curious. ”

"It's like a flame. ”

Seleuc said.

"Yes, I often hear people talk about educating children. ”

Lorenzo remembered Madame vanroude, the story she told Lorenzo.

"No matter how much you warn your child not to go near the fireplace, he can't help but be curious to touch it, and instead of waiting for it to happen, let him feel pain at the beginning, and the child will be in awe of the flames. ”

The voice suddenly stopped, and Lorenzo sensed something, like you knew something existed, but you didn't know what it was, or even how to describe it.

Humans and demons are so much like everything in the story.

Lorenzo seems to have spied on all the roots, is it possible that the demon is this "jealous happiness"?

No amount of warning is useless, sooner or later human beings will come into contact with the unknown force, rather than being caught off guard at that time, it is better to release it at the beginning, so that human beings can learn to fear the unknown.

A scream of pain flashed through his brain, as if punishment for Lorenzo's perception of the truth.

He frowned and couldn't help but light another cigarette, but before he could take out the case, he was stopped by Seleuc.

"No smoking on trains. ”

Lorenzo froze and put away the cigarette case, looking a little hideous.

"I've always thought people like you don't smoke. ”

Seleuc said.

"For an ascetic, smoking is like drinking, right?"

Lorenzo shook his head.

"Just when you're feeling a little stressed, use it to relieve yourself. ”

"Then you can eat sugar. ”

Seleu held out his hand, it was still colored candy wrapper, but no one knew if it was the weird candy inside.

"I usually eat sugar when I'm stressed. ”

She said it casually, but Lorenzo was keenly aware of something wrong.

"You feel pressured?"

The girl's eyes widened deliberately, and then her expression became intense.

"Yo-yo-yo, when did Mr. Holmes become so sensitive?"

Seleuc looked like he had seen a ghost.

Her voice was deliberately elongated, full of mockery.

"I thought people like you wouldn't understand girls' minds at all, but I didn't expect to be so sensitive, is it detective's reasoning training? But you don't seem to be a serious detective!"

Lorenzo couldn't help but half-cover his face, and once she caught a little, he would be chased and beaten by her.

"I'm not a fool, isn't it right to focus on the psychological state of the 'hostage'?"

“......”

"Oh. ”

Seleuc bowed his head and ate his bread again, and the atmosphere fell silent again.

Indeed, she felt some pressure, the pressure of death.

If Lorenzo was right, the psychotic was to fulfill his great wish to use himself to hack the rat named Lawrence to death.

"It's crowded!

Suddenly, a hearty voice sounded, presumably the owner of the voice must be a young and sturdy guy, Lorenzo heard that the voice was somewhat familiar, and couldn't help but raise his head.

It was a middle-aged man with some gray hair and black sunglasses...... In fact, Lorenzo also had some difficulty judging his age, because he did look old, but that attitude of being alive was very young, and he greeted each passenger and greeted the lady from the door of the carriage.

The atmosphere of the whole carriage was raised by him a few points, like a joyous ball.

Lorenzo looked back, and he began to pray that he would not sit across from him, the kind of guy who attracted the gaze was the most troublesome.

But then a familiar voice sounded, and Lorenzo even wondered if he was having some auditory hallucinations, but then a familiar middle-aged man sat across from him.

Lorenzo was a little stunned, and the man was also a little stunned, because he looked at Lorenzo a little familiar.

"That...... Excuse me?"

Before he could ask, another man took his seat, and this time the seats were full.

Maybe you are worried about anything, just come, it is actually the guy who mobilizes the atmosphere.

But as he took his seat, Lorenzo's gaze froze directly, and the guy froze, the two eyes together, the gaze under the sunglasses was fierce like a long-lost brother.

The old guy moved his sunglasses down a few bits, revealing an energetic look in his eyes.

"Lorenzo Holmes?"

Lorenzo also moved his brown sunglasses down a few points.

"Teacher Oscar Wilde?"

Seleuc looked at the two guys who suddenly confessed to their relatives and was a little overwhelmed, while the middle-aged man on the side, Director Busculo, looked at Lorenzo's familiar face and began to be frightened.

Although there was no firearm on the surface, he knew that the damn Winchester was nearby, and he wanted to call the flight attendant, but it was probably a rapid heart rate, and he covered his mouth hard, his eyes widened, like a duck that had just been strangled.