On the vast land, the pitch-black train almost merged with the night, with the roar of machinery, with waves of snow, it ran so fast that it seemed that nothing of past hatred could catch up with it.

Lorenzo pushed open the door, and the cold wind poured in, and the soft moonlight was scattered by the snow curtain, turning the night a hazy gray, and they were like the fog of the old Dunling, enveloping everything, and there were indistinguishable voices behind the curtain, as if there were monsters moving forward under the heavy snow.

Looking down at the pocket watch in his hand, it had been a long time since they boarded the train, and the time had come to the second half of the night, and they were now far away from the gathering place of humans, and at this moment, only this train was traveling alone within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

Putting away his pocket watch and closing the door, Lorenzo muttered something in a low voice, as if counting the time.

There was a slight noise in the dimly lit carriage, and Seleucus awoke, wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar waiting to break out of its cocoon.

"You can sleep again, we still have time. ”

Lorenzo said.

In the darkness, the girl shook her head.

"Kind of enough sleep. ”

She sat up and leaned against the side of the cargo, in fact she was still a little sleepy, but it was indeed difficult to fall asleep in this situation.

There was a faint pungent smell in the carriage, which seemed to be some kind of chemical agent, and the carriage shook slightly, like a mother's cradle, but this cradle was made of steel, and it was running wildly on the railroad tracks at a speed of tens of kilometers per hour.

"It's kind of like it used to be. ”

Lorenzo lit a cigarette, and a bright fire lit up in the darkness, reflecting half of his somewhat tired face.

"Before?'s time in Gaulnalo?"

Seleuc thought as he spoke.

It was the same many years ago, nestled in the corner of the night, two people chatting casually.

At that time, Seleuc's world was just a forgotten town, and the moment Lorenzo took her out of town, she suddenly understood the "outside world".

In an instant, her world had grown from that small town to Gaulnalo, to Invig.

"No, it's going to take longer, probably when I'm still in the Demon Hunters. ”

Lorenzo recalled.

"At that time, everyone was like this, hunting down heretics, and when they were tired of chasing, they would find a random place to rest, and they would sit around the campfire, with their swords and swords, and there would be no communication, and under the light of the fire, all of them would be pious like warriors of God. ”

He laughed as he spoke.

It's a wonderful feeling, even though there is no sound, you can clearly know that you are not alone, and with the swaying of the flames, you can hear their breath and feel their presence.

"You look nostalgic for that. ”

"Yes, the evangelical church is a fool, but what does that have to do with where I grew up?"

Lorenzo thought about the past.

"Everybody is a good guy, even though the good guys are dead. ”

"That's why you want to kill Imam Lawrence?"

"Of course, those were my good friends, and they died so inexplicably, that he thought he was fighting for the sacred, but he didn't know that it all came from Lawrence's betrayal. ”

His voice was calm.

"It's a shame that the witchers don't have names, we just have a boring codename...... I can't carve any numbers on my tombstone. ”

No one responded, Seleuc couldn't understand Lorenzo's feelings, the so-called empathy was actually very limited, and all she could do was be silent.

After a long time she picked up the candy cube and chewed it, with a small sound like a rabbit munching on grass.

"Are you still scared?"

"Of course, great Mr. Holmes. ”

Seleuc scoffed.

"I'm just an ordinary weak woman, I'm not like you, the witcher can still jump alive when he gets shot, and when I get shot, I'm really dead. ”

“...... It's not a good thing to be too mature either. Lorenzo said.

"Yes, according to the normal mentality, I should be crying and screaming, please let me go home. ”

Seleuc said.

"It's like when Yawei was going to take me to a banquet, I didn't want to go, I hated people I didn't know, it felt like an auction, I was on the stage, showing the new toys of the Stuart family. ”

"But Yawei is very good to me, although the old butler is sometimes very rigid, but he is really good to me, and I don't want him to be embarrassed, so I have to bite the bullet, one after another. ”

She muttered.

"I should have been crying, it would have been much easier. ”

Lorenzo laughed as he listened, and his voice could be heard in the darkness.

"I remember the first time I met you. ”

"Not the one you remember, I actually saw you earlier. ”

Lorenzo thought back to the snowy alley and remembered that the man was dragging Seleucus away, and the girl's reaction was far beyond Lorenzo's imagination.

Listening to Lorenzo's words, the memory gradually became clearer, and she remembered the dream she had when she was chased by a hound...... In fact, it was her memory, when she was dragged away by a man, and when the dark water submerged her, she also remembered what she was holding.

"It's so fierce, you pick up a rock on the ground and smash it down. ”

Lorenzo thought about what it looked like, the man's screams, the girl's flight, and he was a little unsure of Seleuc's share at that time, but then he was sure that this was the person he was looking for.

The stone was her dagger, everything she could grab and smash the shackles.

"But now it's not a stone, even a sword blade can't kill you. ”

Seleuce said unceremoniously that now Lorenzo was her shackles.

"There's no way, we're a fateful handsome, don't borrow your little life from me. ”

The relationship between the two is a little deformed, obviously they are criminals and hostages, but under that strange trust, they are like friends who travel happily together, reminiscing about the past along the way, talking bad things, and then happily going to death.

Seleuce suddenly understood why Lorenzo and Oscar could mix so well, and people who could write such ghost stories could also understand Lorenzo's thinking.

The boy needed a red rose to please the girl, and with the help of the tree, the little nightingale dyed the flower with blood for the boy's wish, but the girl did not like the flower, and the boy rebuked, and in the end the flower was meaningless, and it disappeared in the wind.

The poor little nightingale died for a child, but no one remembered what it did.

"I suddenly felt ...... I am the little nightingale. ”

Seleuc looked into the darkness, but the fire was already extinguished.

"I'm going to dye the red rose with blood for the sake of your damn thoughts, and I don't know if you, a child, will praise me. ”

"Of course I will praise you, if I have a child in the future, how about I give him your name?"

"Are you worthy?"

"Aha, Stuart's family is not easy to take advantage of!"

Eerie joy filled the dimly lit carriages.

In fact, this is a trap that leads to the arrival of Imam Lawrence.

"But don't say that, Seleuc, I hate children. ”

The voice of the witcher echoes in the dark).

"If I had to place myself in the story, I would be the tree. ”

"Big trees?"

Seleuc didn't understand that in the story, the big tree made the sacrifice for the little nightingale, and in the melodious song, he lost this friend forever.

But Lorenzo didn't respond to him, his eyes lowered in the darkness, his fingers gently rubbing the dial, watching the time pass little by little.

"I'm starting to understand you, Lorenzo. ”

She said.

No one could have guessed a demon hunter who tried to disguise himself, who survived the burning night and still misses his friends.

Lorenzo raised his head in some confusion, looked at the darkness in which Seleu was, and clenched his hands, every inch of the metal of the pocket watch was deeply imprinted into the blood, and he clearly felt every dent and bulge in every part of it.

"Yes, a person's world actually has a scope, and my world was that town at that time, but you opened a bigger door for me...... Those former friends of yours are also your world, those people are familiar with you, know you, understand you, but one day they all die, and no one in this world knows your past. ”

The sound is very soft, like a slow movement.

"That Lawrence ruined your world, and I'd kill him by any means necessary. ”

"But Lorenzo, the meaning of your life is too pitiful. ”

Lorenzo didn't know, "Pity?"

The dignified detective Lorenzo Holmes, a former demon hunter of the Medanzo branch of the Demon Hunting Order, chats and laughs with the underworld boss Beroe, and calls Arthur, the head of the secret agency, a brother and a brother.

Lorenzo's first half of his life was nothing but pitiful, and he might be able to write millions of words to Oscar...... But he didn't know how to refute Seleuc for a while, as if he had been right, and his refutation seemed weak.

"You are really pitiful, everyone has a lot of meanings of existence, some people for the family, for the children, for the ideal, for a better tomorrow, and even a delicious breakfast...... In short, there are many things that drive everyone to live. ”

Seleuc's voice echoed.

"But you're different, Lorenzo, the purpose of your existence is only for revenge, those who took away your past, you killed Lawrence, and you will continue to kill demons until you kill all demons. ”

"Although your life is full, you go to class everywhere and become a detective, but in fact this is just your disguise, a madman can't fit into this society, you need to disguise yourself more like a person. ”

"But you don't look like a man, you're a weapon that reads Lorenzo Holmes.

Your real life is completely filled with violence and anger, look at the excitement when you slay demons, only then you feel that you are really alive, only then can you go back to a long time ago, back to the time when the Demon Hunter Order still existed, pretend that your friends are still there, and everyone is happy to slay demons. ”

Seleuc concluded, not marveling at his conclusions.

"Your life is too damn to hell! The listener is sad and weeps!"

The voice is light, like a conversation and laughter between friends, but it seems so heavy.

Suddenly, something came, and before Lorenzo could prepare to fight back, he jerked his head, and then the cold metal pressed against his forehead, and with the sight of the witcher, he could distinguish the person in front of him in the dark.

"Lorenzo, you're planning something, aren't you? ”

Seleu carried an aluminum rifle against Lorenzo's head, and although it was unclear what it was, from the shape of the firearm, Seleu knew it was a weapon.

It was she who had turned out of the pile of goods, and when she opened the wooden cover, it was full of such weapons, and the conversation just now only diverted Lorenzo's attention, and at the moment Seleuce gripped her stone.

"You madman, it wasn't a temporary hijacking from the beginning, was it, you avoided everyone's eyes, what the hell do you want to do?"

Lorenzo was a madman, but she wasn't, and the misshapen trust was shattering, Seleuc asked in a trembling voice.

Everything was very strange, the two escaped from the industrial area with great ease, the train journey, and the temporary change, Lorenzo may have known about the existence of this secret route, but how did he know that it would appear at exactly the right time?

The heavy snow curtain had a very short visual range, and if it weren't for the brief approach, no one would have noticed that a dark train had just been moving parallel to them.

Not to mention the key to the car, and the weapons of this car.

"It's all your plan...... What exactly do you want to do?"

Seleuc asked.

Lorenzo didn't answer in a hurry, but picked up his pocket watch and watched the time fly by.

"Exactly, almost. ”

"What is it?

Seleuc pressed the aluminum rifle harder against Lorenzo's forehead, his fingers on the trigger, trying to make the witcher obedient.

But Lorenzo said with a smile.

"Seleuc, I've been thinking for a long time, thinking about what Imam Lawrence wants?"

"Why would you be so worthy of his attention? ”

Undeterred by the muzzle, Lorenzo continued.

"If he wants to shake the purification mechanism, then he should try to hunt Arthur, and if he wants to shake Invig's rule, he should attack and kill the queen. ”

"Of course, I don't know how feasible these are, but at least they do. ”

Reaching out, she grabbed the muzzle of the gun and broke it open, Seleuc's strength was no match for Lorenzo, she tried to pull the trigger, but there was no response.

"This weapon needs to be ignited. ”

Lorenzo replied casually.

Seleucus had no idea how to use these weapons, she was just a little girl who could stone people.

Pulling the weapon away, Seleuc flipped to the ground, and although her vision was dark, she could see Lorenzo clearly, because the burning white of the pupils lit up the darkness.

He was faceless, like a sculpture in a church, the angel who sent down divine punishment.

For the first time, Seleuc felt fear, stemming from the fear emanating from Lorenzo.

"So like before, it's a scam again?"

At that time, Lorenzo lied to her, saying that he was her distant relative, so he tricked Seleuce back to the old Dunling, and this time he tricked Seleuce here with a strange story, this witcher was not trustworthy from the beginning, and he actually expected it.

"Perhaps. ”

Lorenzo said as he grabbed Seleuc's clothes and lifted her up.

"I was puzzled by Sheikh Lawrence's actions, but I was ...... one time I suddenly understood. ”

"He possessed the Book of Revelation, the key to refining the secret blood, and the Church was too badly damaged to make an effective pursuit, and the purification mechanism could hardly pose a threat to it. ”

"This is already a very good terrorist, and the last thing he needs now is ...... The foundation that supports it all. ”

He looked at the girl next to him and looked directly into the cold eyes.

"So, with you, the Stuart family as the hub, and that weird 'memetic pollution', he must be able to corrupt a huge group in an instant, right?"

Seleu's heart instantly turned cold.

"Yes, as it should be, you are connected by the grant of war, it is an oath, a contractual commitment, which can be connected. ”

"With that ethereal oath, control the vast system...... He may not be able to do it for a while, but the credible mark has been planted, and the virus will only continue to spread. ”

The girl's face turned pale.

"How...... Possible. ”

"The truth is, Imam Lawrence owns the Holy Grail, and the mere mention of that god's forgotten name would be a recipe for trouble, not to mention an oath at the cost of blood. ”

With strange memories in his mind, Lorenzo didn't know how the Demon Hunters had finally contained the Holy Grail, but instinctive fear warned him, but then he laughed.

"That's probably what it means. ”

"So, like I said, it's only when it actually happens that I know what I'm going to do. ”

Lorenzo smashed the wooden box with a punch, and the weapons and ammunition stored in it poured out, and he randomly picked a few and inserted them into his waist.

"I won Imam Lawrence once in [the gap] and plundered a part of his consciousness, and I knew exactly what he was going to do. ”

"His body is almost no longer able to support it, the blood of the Holy Grail is about to kill him, and he has no time to wait...... He's already here. ”

Lorenzo suddenly put the girl down, and covered her head with both hands, which seemed to calm the trembling body.

"Don't be afraid of Seleuc, just get used to this kind of. ”

The witcher comforted her and poured a Florent potion directly into Seleuc's body, and the chaotic vision suddenly became clear, and then the girl saw the dumped box, which was empty.

"Lorenzo ......"

Seleuc saw the clear row of needles in Lorenzo's neck, and at some point the madman had poured all the potions.

"There's no way, he's too strong, so strong that it's desperate...... I've done everything I can to restrain Imam Lawrence, but it's still a problem in the face of the terrible erosion. ”

From the beginning, this Florente potion was not intended for Seleuc, she was only in passing, and the real user was Lorenzo, who needed to stay awake in the face of that fear.

Seleuc looked at him confused, she was already a little difficult to tell the good from the bad of the witcher, this madman wanted to use himself to lure Sheikh Lawrence, but he also gambled his own life.

The overdose of potion caused Lorenzo's demeanor to begin to distort, and his veins swelled, as if the fragile mortal body was about to collapse in the next second.

The fire of anger burned all the time, almost pouring out of the clinging body.

"You also see the monster in my consciousness, you can't beat her, that weird [gap] can't save you anymore, so you can only go in person, right?"

Under Watson's threat, Imam Lawrence would not dare to attack from the [gap] again, he would come in person.

Lorenzo didn't seem to be just talking to Seleuc, he was staring into the girl's eyes, the ice blue pupils reflecting the heavy snow curtain.

In an instant, the silence was broken, and countless sounds sounded around the carriage, as if there were thousands of people banging on the carriage vigorously, and a sharp crash sounded, as if countless sharp knives were cutting through the metal, bursting out with dazzling sparks.

Seleuc couldn't contain the chill in her heart, and she clung to Lorenzo's hand, and in desperation she could only hold on to this witcher.

The wind and snow reflected in the pupils appeared in the eyes of the other person, and the scarlet shadow stood on the roof of the wind-howling car, and the nail sword in his hand was already attached to a thin layer of ice.

"That's good. ”

Imam Lawrence exclaimed.

The low temperature and cold greatly limited the power of the demons, except for Lorenzo and Seleuc, there were no living people within a few kilometers, which directly cut off the possibility of Laurence Imam encroaching on other people's consciousness and fleeing the battlefield.

It's a Jedi, and it's a battlefield that Lorenzo has chosen for him.

The ultimate deathmatch.

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