Seleucus departed, and at night 121A Cork Street seemed to be a rare calm, like a sleeping old man, nesting peacefully in the corner of the street, except for the flickering signs, everything was simply dull.

Lorenzo simply cleaned up the room, piled up the garbage in a corner, and wiped down some of the hairy and moldy places, although not tired, but troublesome, in Lorenzo's opinion, this is not necessarily easy to cut demons.

After a rough tidying up, Lorenzo returned to his room, stepped up the stairs, and came to the two doors, probably not seeing these for a long time, and Lorenzo was in a strange mood at the moment.

For a moment he remembered that he had been before, and the other door was ajar, and there was a rumbling sound of sleep...... It's a pity that he can't go back, and since the storm, Lorenzo has locked Higg's room, and everything inside is the same as when he left, as if he might suddenly return one day.

Without thinking too much, after all this time, Lorenzo had come to terms with what had happened, and he pushed open his door and sat down by the window, looking out at the dimly lit street.

After turning on the radio and the cacophony of electricity, the radio host talked about some neighborhood matters, picked up a bottle of wine that had been opened some time ago, sniffed it, and took a big sip after thinking that the witcher would not die of food poisoning.

It was just nightfall, and there were still passers-by walking around the street, some young people who had just come out of the bar, staggering, shouting loudly as they went, and finally leaned against the street lamp, clinging to the lamp pole and vomiting vigorously.

Lorenzo couldn't help but laugh at this scene, it was like observing the habits of small animals, the young man threw up and lay on the ground, his friends let out bursts of laughter, and one of the guys stepped on the sticky vomit, and one slipped and fell on the side of the road.

In fact, from this point of view, the world is still quite happy.

Lorenzo looked back, he looked at the empty room, and then Lorenzo realized that he was a somewhat bored person, and at such a moment, he could not think of anything else to do but go to bed.

Thinking so, he climbed into bed, covered with a quilt, and the street lamp fell through the window into the dimly lit room, barely reflecting a corner of the ceiling, and some messy posters could be seen pasted on it.

Some advertisements for new stores, flyers for tours, and some bizarre rally promotions were printed at different times, some months ago, some years ago.

"Ah...... That's fast. ”

Lorenzo looked at the familiar poster, and for a moment all the memories of the past came flooding back to him, and then he had a feeling of hindsight, looking back and realizing that everything had passed so long.

There were a few new posters, but most of them were cut newspapers, the black and white newspaper had a blurred Seleucid face, and on one side there was a large line that read "Young Duchess", and a real-time exclamation that was perhaps the biggest rainy season in Old Dunling in recent years, and then a leaflet, an Orthodox leaflet.

These strange things made up Lorenzo's new life, and when he saw them, he felt a little incredible, he had been in the old Dunling for so long.

If you think about it, the mentality is completely different.

In the past, Lorenzo didn't care about the people and things around him, and it made no difference to Lorenzo whether the world was destroyed or not, but now he loved the world rarely, and he couldn't just let it fall into the flames.

Slowly closing his eyes, there was a stream of light spilling out of the gap in his eyelids, the secret blood was rising, and his heart was beating violently.

Gabriel.

At the end of the port of Maruri, in order to escape Lawrence's pursuers, Lorenzo stepped into the darkness and crossed the border, disturbing the Silencers.

Judging from Lorenzo's current understanding, these monsters will not let themselves go so easily, and Lorenzo is thinking about when they will appear, which is a hidden crisis.

But...... It's more about curiosity.

Judging from Shermans's notes and the information that Lorenzo learned later, the truth of the Red News incident has long been obvious, and Lorenzo is waiting for Merlin's news just to completely affirm all this.

Now Lorenzo is curious, as if there is an invisible force tempting him, and the Silent Ones are guarding the [Border], so what is behind the [Border]?

Do they say that the truth they have been chasing is behind the border, and if so, then why do they keep it firmly guarded from anyone?

Lorenzo wanted to try, as he had done in the port of Maruri, and he wanted to try again, stepping into the darker darkness and crossing the Border to peer into that mysterious corner.

The erosion spread out of his body, his will gradually detached from his body, Lorenzo did not know where he was going, if he had to feel anything, he felt that he was diving, constantly falling into the depths of darkness, like a drowning man, the cold waters enveloped him, and looking down there was only a desperate darkness.

Yes, just like in the port of Maruri, let your will and secret blood go into the darkness until you cross the border and disturb the sleeping monsters.

In his fully conscious perception, it was a sea of darkness, and Lorenzo felt that there was a current rising from below, bringing with it a chilling cold and death.

He was about to cross it, and there was a dim starlight behind the Border, just like the dim starry sky that Watson had shown him in the Gap.

Lorenzo was about to see all this, getting closer and closer, and the sleeping monsters all felt the strange visitor of Lorenzo, and they opened their eyes slightly, revealing their bloodthirsty fangs.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and just as Lorenzo was about to detonate it all, he suddenly stopped, revealing a sneering smile.

The next moment Lorenzo opened his eyes, and the secret blood also calmed down in an instant, his head was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't stop any longer, he directly rolled up from the bed, grabbed the nail sword in the corner, and looked around vigilantly.

To be honest, until now, Lorenzo still couldn't figure out whether his brain was having a convulsion or something else, and he actually tried to cross the [border] in this situation, and it stands to reason that his curiosity would not be so heavy...... Or is it that he has been seduced, even if his own will, if he is not vigilant, will be slightly affected?

Of course, these things are not important, Lorenzo is more worried about whether his repeated behavior of jumping on the [border] will anger the silencer, although he is only passing by the edge this time, but they may feel angry because of the teasing, and directly come here.

It's nothing to come here, although I feel a little sorry for the house, but if this place is blown up, Lorenzo doesn't seem to have to clean the room.

The more nervous he is, the more his mind is thinking about some messy things, he is like a frightened animal, holding the nail sword and his figure stiffens, I don't know how long it lasts, everything is normal, there are no silencers, no demons, nothing happens.

Lorenzo let out a long sigh, paused for a moment, walked over to the table, picked up his notes, and took notes.

This is a notebook he has begun to write after returning from Gaulinalo, and many inferences about demons, the Silencer, the Border, etc., are on it, and Lorenzo flipped to the latest page and wrote.

"When the Silencers were triggered in the port of Marulry, I was obviously the trigger, but those monsters did not prioritize me as a target of attack, but Lawrence, it seems that Lawrence is more dangerous than me in their eyes, does it mean that they have a way of judging threats in their cognition?"

Lorenzo continued with his previous record, reflecting on how he had just passed by [the border] and wrote.

"I could clearly feel that I was on the edge of [the border], just a wall away from the viscous darkness, and I could faintly hear the breathing of those monsters...... Well, that's just a description, in the world of consciousness, a lot of things are judged by very metaphysical 'feelings', and I think they must be able to feel me as well, but the strange thing is that based on the actions of the silent ones, they should eradicate all those who cross the border, and those who have the ability to cross the border.

But they remained silent, as if there was some ordinance restricting them, and as long as I did not cross the [border] completely, they would ignore me even if I stood on the edge in a daze......

It makes me wonder if the Silent Are self-aware, if they are some kind of unknowable monster, or if they are some kind of machine that acts by rules and regulations?"

Lorenzo stopped writing, and the young people who vomited downstairs left, probably because of the secret blood, he felt a little tired, and continued to write, because there were no more experimental records, and he didn't know what to write.

Perhaps after tomorrow, he could try to experiment with Merlin, and with his current technology and intelligence, Lorenzo had some confidence to protect everyone in the event of an attack by the Silencers.

Lorenzo closed his notes and climbed back into bed, probably still afraid of the Silencer, and after thinking for a moment, he put the Spike Sword and Winchester beside his pillow, as if this was the only way he could barely fall asleep.

......

The young man stopped vomiting, he stumbled, and finally walked into the alley, where he sat feebly against the wall, and stayed with the garbage.

The alcohol blurred his consciousness, and the world in front of him spun around, and his friends laughed at his drinking, and his face twisted into a monster.

"Get up, go. ”

Someone reached out and tried to pull him up, but the young man refused, he was very sleepy, shook his head and slept with the garbage, and his friends looked at him helplessly, probably because the alcohol was also working in their heads, and they also staggered, and finally collapsed beside the young man.

A few drunken young people in the alley just lay on the ground, snoring and falling asleep, a common sight among young people, who wake up in the street after a hangover to set their souls free...... Probably.

The young man fell asleep, but after a while he slowly opened his eyes, with a slight glimmer in them, and no longer drunken cloudiness.

Watson stood up slowly, her will dominating the body, but the physiological reaction caused by alcohol made her a little uncomfortable as a controller, but this was not the time to dwell on these things, she was going to see Lorenzo and communicate this damn information to him.

Ever since leaving the Sanctuary of Stasis, Watson had had a strange feeling that she was being targeted by something, like a hound in the shadows chasing her...... Like the Silencer.

It wasn't these monsters that were scary, but the peeping eyes, and Watson had the courage to face these weirdness, but the endless coldness made her feel uneasy.

Outside the alley is 121A Cork Street, Watson finally arrived here through continuous [gap] shuttle, she held on to the wall, ready to walk out of the alley, but when she looked up, she found a vague black shadow standing at the end of the alley.

In the blurred shadows, with equally bright eyes, he blocked Watson's path.

There was no need for words to explain, Watson understood the other party's intention in an instant, and when she dug up the information from the old Pope's mind, Watson had a premonition about all this, but she didn't expect it to come so quickly, so fast that she didn't have time to contact Lorenzo.

She still had a chance, and it was so close that Watson was confident that he would find Lorenzo under the enemy's onslaught, and she and Lorenzo might have a slight chance of winning together.

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

Fear, fear, sadness, rage, complex emotions are entangled together, turning into an incomparably oppressive force, which is like erosion, constantly overflowing from the black shadow and pressing on Watson's body.

Not only that, Watson slowly raised his hand, and she was surprised to find that her palm began to distort, this body was eroded, the intensity of the erosion was terrifying, and it only took a few breaths to alienate the human body.

"You...... What the hell is it? Silencer?"

Watson asked indifferently, the erosion of this intensity was almost as powerful as the night of Arrival, and the human body would be alienated in an instant.

"Silencer, is that what you call us?"

Arynd asked, then shook his head and denied the title.

"We are watchmen. ”

"Watchmen, what are you watching?"

Watson continued, realizing that she didn't have the power to defeat the enemy in front of her, and all she could do was get more information and find a way to pass it on.

Before her eyes was a new Silencer...... Or rather, the watchman has an independent sense of self, which is different from those machine-like beings, and he must have some specific purpose for it.

"Watch over this stable world. ”

"You and the others...... Watchmen are different. Watson said.

"It's true that they're just a bunch of living dead, and I shouldn't be there, and my awakening will affect the stability of the world, but because of you," Arcander said, pointing to Watson, "people like you have made one mistake after another, some of which the Wardens can fix, but some of them, like you, they can't kill them completely." ”

"Errors like this keep accumulating until I reach a certain value, and I will appear and fix all of them. ”

Arender pressed over step by step, and before he could launch any attack, a low roar sounded, and the young people who were still hangover beside Watson suddenly jumped up, they had lost their human form, and were alienated into demons by the high-intensity erosion, and their hideous claws swung up and slashed at Watson.