"You killed them all. ”

Lorenzo's eyes became solemn, and he looked at Sabo, wondering what kind of man was under the mask of the bull.

"Yes, they all died, this was requested by the gurus, and when they came back, they thought they would be appreciated, but in fact they did, good food and drink, as many hallucinogens as they wanted, and then I sealed the room and poured fire oil through the crack in the door, and when they died, the hallucinogens had already worked, and they would only feel the gentle embrace of Heaven, and they would sleep in it. ”

Sabo said lightly, not feeling that he had committed any atrocities.

"Why did you kill him...... Lorenzo was about to say something, but then he realized everything, his expression changed, and finally he clenched Winchester in his hand.

"That's why you're willing to tell me all this, right?"

The great detective finally realized all the anomalies, and there was never nameless kindness, both for Lorenzo and for Sabo.

"yes. ”

Sabo nodded, his tone couldn't hear happiness or sadness, such a look Lorenzo had seen before, in the Victoria Central Hospital, those who were dying were often like this, everything in the world couldn't interfere with them, they were not happy or sad, and some were just helpless and calm about death.

That was a predestined fate, and there was no room for change.

"It's not something that mortals can touch, and it's a great sin to just know that it exists...... Like the scorching sun, even looking at it costs burning your eyes. ”

"So that's the price for them? Death. Lorenzo said.

He didn't answer Lorenzo directly, and the diminutive figure jumped out of his chair, staggering, and had an indescribable feeling.

"Death is a relief, at least much better than living, detective, you don't know what that is. ”

"Is that why you're so kind? Anyone who knows these things has to die, whether it's the crew of the Silverfish or us right now, everyone here tonight, right?"

That's why Sabo was so honest, Lorenzo's arrival was a mere surprise, and everyone who walked into this feast tonight had to die, a sacrifice to the taboo that only flesh and blood could peace.

The deadly shotgun was pointed at Sabo, and Lorenzo's eyes were completely focused on him, and as soon as he pulled the trigger, the shotgun would release a cone-shaped barrage of bullets that he was destined to dodge with his diminutive stature.

"And what about you? You know all this, so is your death tonight?"

Lorenzo questioned if the sacred coffin was indeed something ineffable and untouchable, then Sabo should also be one of the liquidated.

I saw Sabo answer calmly.

"Yes, I'll die tonight too. ”

From the beginning, Sabo had no intention of letting anyone out alive, and the previous gamble was just the final game of the dying man, and with a few fingers he picked up the bayonet sword, and with a slight tremble, it let out a whistling sound that tore through the air, and then the blood stained on it rained down.

"Stop!"

Eve picked up the revolver on the table, only one bullet in the magazine was activated, and at this moment there were two guns pointed at Saab, and they were sure to win.

"Wait Eve!"

Lorenzo suddenly stopped Eve's movements, his cold eyes were a little confused, and he realized the danger, with a fierce look.

"So that's what you're trying to do, that's why you're so happy to play a coin game with us, right?"

Sabo nodded, his sword sharp and deadly under the control of a few fingers.

"You're Lorenzo Holmes, you killed hundreds of gang members with guns and swords in the Blood River massacre, you're a skilled murderer compared to a detective, and I'm a deformity, and a head-to-head confrontation must not be your opponent, but fortunately you need intelligence, which bought a long time for the onset of hallucinogens. ”

This is the hallucinogens that fill the air, their concentration is not high, but under Sabo's deliberate manipulation and delay, Lorenzo has already inhaled a lot, and at this moment he has hallucinated in his vision.

The mask of the bull seemed to come to life, and blood flowed on the strange face, and then Lorenzo suddenly realized that the mask was not a bull at all, it was just a monster with horns, but Lorenzo's common sense made him subconsciously think that it was a bull.

"Get out of the way!

Lorenzo roared and pulled the trigger at the same time, he was already hallucinating, he couldn't determine what was in front of him, all he could do was let Eve stay away from him.

But Eve didn't respond to him, and the girl's eyes were slightly frightened, and it could be seen that she wanted to calm down, but the hand holding the gun was trembling. She was also hallucinating.

Under the dome, thunder resounded.

There was no time for Lorenzo to hesitate, the scattered projectiles smashed the table to pieces, but it failed to hit Sabo, the short figure was much faster than Lorenzo had imagined, and the sword left a silvery trail in the air, like a swimming ribbon fish, and then slashed sharply at Lorenzo.

Lorenzo could only draw his staff to resist, and the cracked edge of the sword was like a saw, slicing through the outer layer of wood, and then bursting with dazzling sparks.

"The same sword as me!"

Sabo shouted and slashed down his staff, the wooden shell cracking and the metallic sheen beneath it bright.

Lorenzo was knocked back a few steps by this slash, he couldn't imagine that such a body could burst out with such force, and Winchester didn't have much effect under the grappling, Lorenzo hung it behind him, and then clenched the staff sword in his hand.

Sabo was right, it was the same weapon as the sword, only the blade and the handle, and the sword grid for protection was long gone.

The sword grid is what is used in the blade to protect the swordsman, and it protects the swordsman's hand from being cut by the sliding blade when the two blades are deadlocked, but now neither of them has this thing on their weapons, just like their owners, they never care about protecting themselves, or are confident enough to kill the enemy before they can hurt them.

"You should be disturbed by hallucinogens too, right? ”

Because of the effect of hallucinogens, the world in Lorenzo's eyes began to distort slightly, he couldn't be sure of what he saw, and the gun naturally couldn't catch the enemy, but the sword was different, like a blind man's crutch, the sword in his hand touched the real thing, which would not deceive Lorenzo.

"I'm used to wielding my sword in illusions, so it's a good thing to get used to. I'm a natural weakling, so the means are naturally more despicable, and I hope you can understand. ”

Sabo carried the sword, and the world was distorted in his vision, but he had lived here for too long to affect him at all.

He was born deformed, he couldn't run fast and jump high, and he lost a huge part of his fingers in the game, he wanted to win, he wanted to win too much, he was a loser from the day he was born, he had nothing, so he had to use everything he could to plunder.

"I used to hide a handful of sand in my pocket a long time ago, and swing my sword in the face of my enemies and slash their throats. ”

Sabo said as he put his other hand behind his back, his body bowed, and the next second he struck like an arrow from a string.

Swords and swords slammed into everything, and the sparks splashed like a fire under the effect of the illusion, and after that fire the monster with horns came fiercely.

Sabo's only those fingers can be forced, and he is far less powerful than Lorenzo in the frontal fight, so the stabbing sword is like a swimming snake, and after the impact, it kills at another angle with the impact of the impact, like a dragonfly dotting water, and never stops long.

The sword followed Sabo closely, but then Sabo turned into the air and the hand that had been hidden behind him slammed out.

Lorenzo had been waiting for this opportunity, and Sabo swung the sand in his hand, so Lorenzo directly lifted his coat to cover Sabo's vision, but to his surprise, it was not sand but dusty things.

The small battlefield was instantly filled with red soot, and Lorenzo realized something was wrong after taking the first inhale.

This is hallucinogens, hallucinogens in large doses.

Holding his breath, Lorenzo tumbled out of the cloud of smoke, and behind him Sabo stood in it, breathing steadily, unaware of what he was doing.

The nerves were being invaded, and Lorenzo pulled away, and with trembling hands took out a cigarette from his bosom, which was Lorenzo's favorite, filled with sobering herbs, although I don't know how long it could fight this hallucinogen, but it was better than nothing.

But before Lorenzo could light his cigarette, the hellish illusion engulfed him, the ground beneath his feet began to soften, and the surface of his skin felt a little hot, so that the chandelier in the dome lit like the sun.

"You're going to see this stuff when you smoke it...... What kind of heaven is this? ”

Lorenzo hadn't seen anything like it in a long time, like the profane rituals of hell, the bodies of the people on the dance floor rotting and broken, strange creatures coming out of them, moans of pleasure turning into endless screams, and in all this Sabo slowly walked out of the smoke, the metal mask growing completely into his skull, the steel becoming one with his flesh and blood, and the mask slowly cracking open the dark mouth with his sinister smile.

"Aren't heaven and hell relative to me? ”

Looking at the scarlet world, Sabo's voice was mixed with garbled sounds, and he raised the sharp tip of his bayonet sword and pointed it directly at Lorenzo.

"Mr. Holmes, weren't you a pastor, pray for yourselves. ”

Then the dwarf figure became hideous, and the air became hotter with the mutation, as if bathed in lava.

Lorenzo knew very well that these were hallucinations, but he couldn't find his way out, and now his senses were beginning to be misled, thinking that he was standing, but in fact he had fallen, and the sword in his hand was no longer trustworthy.

As for prayer...... Would anyone really believe that kind of thing?