Everyone was terrified, blood and rain mixed into a dark red turbid stream, and the terrible screams mixed with the sound of rain, turning into a prologue to chaos, Lorenzo stood on the cold stage, clenched the folding knife in his hand.

He couldn't find Moriarty in the rain, and it stands to reason that he wouldn't let Lorenzo find out about himself, a dangerous man who had his eye on Lorenzo from a long time ago, and devised a series of "games" for him to capture him.

Lorenzo's hand gently stroked the back of his neck, the place where Moriarty had just been attacked, Lorenzo could never have imagined that Moriarty would dare to appear in front of him, real mixed with false, even Lorenzo, a veteran of fraud, was deceived.

But Moriarty still gave him the feeling that he was playing a game, he never saw this as a fight, a war, in fact, the game was over at that moment, if Moriarty had swung a blade, that blow would have had a good chance of cutting off Lorenzo's head, but he didn't.

He was proving himself, taking terrible risks to prove to himself that he was capable of killing himself, but it would be too boring for Moriarty to do so, he liked games, damn games.

The corpses were pounded by the running water, the iron whistle of the mounted police was faintly echoing, and the sound of horses' hooves was coming.

I don't have time to think about the right and wrong of these, Lorenzo has killed a lot of demons, and he has killed many ordinary people, not that he doesn't have any repentance, but he thinks that repentance is better to be done before he dies.

The game has already begun, Moriarty must have some means in the future, Lorenzo can't sit still, without the slightest hesitation, he stepped on the stagnant water and ran wildly, quickly fleeing the scene.

He has a strong heart and can fight all nightmares, but before Lorenzo needs weapons.

Returning to 121A Cork Street, Lorenzo did not stop and rushed directly into his room, bringing all the weapons that had been prepared in advance.

Winchester was completely blown up, and the nail sword that Lorenzo had taken away from the Evangelical Church had basically been cut down, so he had been using the standard weapons provided by the Purifier recently, and because of the frequent replacement, a lot of them had been hoarded under Lorenzo's bed, like a small arms depot.

Shotguns, hook guns, folding knives...... Without affecting his flexibility, Lorenzo armed himself as much as he could, and for a moment he looked at the cold weapons on his body, and even felt that he was going to shout the Holy Word and go to the East in the next second.

Unfortunately, the Crusade was hundreds of years ago, and the Old Order burned out on the night of Arrival, and Lorenzo was alone, now fully armed and murderous.

But after doing this, Lorenzo did not go further, he rested, sat on the bed, and listened to the monotonous sound of rain outside the window.

He didn't think about any escape, Hercule is Lorenzo's dark chess, Lorenzo's communication network, this strange rat king has no actual combat power, if Lorenzo goes to find it, it is very likely that he will also be exposed, as for Oscar...... The game has just begun, Lorenzo has not lost yet, and there is no need to use the escape route at this moment.

It seemed that everything had gone back to the way it had been, and Lorenzo had a rare brain, instead of slashing directly with a spiked sword, after all, his enemies were no longer those demons who only obeyed their instincts, but Moriarty, who was more cunning than them.

The tragedy in the streets could not be hidden, and they must have been informed by the fact that they were on their way to Cork Street, and Lorenzo thought hard that he was a detective and a criminal at the same time, and that he was good at switching between the two, just as he had done for the Shrike, and now all he had to do was think about what Moriarty would do next.

His rash actions will only make the Purifier more suspicious of him, and this is exactly what Moriarty wants to see, Lorenzo's cooperation with the Purifier is the biggest obstacle to the Protestant Order's recovery of the False Holy Grail, and they need to make the Purifier abandon himself.

If that's the case, the way to achieve it is simple, just make yourself uncontrollable by the purification mechanism, but how do they do it?

He was misled by Moriarty's hallucinations, he could mislead himself once, but definitely not a second time, and Moriarty should know this, so what would he do?

No......

Lorenzo woke up violently, he couldn't pay all his attention to Moriarty and the Protestant Order, and the damn letter, Lawrence's remnants were wandering through the Old Dunling, and he and the purifiers were all distracted by the Protestant Order and ignored them.

Lawrence's remnants are the real menace, they hold the Book of Revelation, they have the ability to create secret blood, and they have tracked down those inferior secret blood that are still circulating.

Lorenzo's eyes were lowered, and he clenched the folding knife in his hand until footsteps sounded from the stairwell, perhaps Madame Vanrude, or perhaps Higg, Lorenzo should have gotten used to this, but now he felt a little uneasy.

This time he didn't flick the knife out, but pinched the blade, gently pulled it long, and stood up silently, looking at his door.

......

Madame vanloude looked at the figure that disappeared into the stairs with some curiosity, Lorenzo was very rare in such a hurry, even if he came back with blood sometimes, Lorenzo would greet him with a smile, but this time Lorenzo didn't even realize that she was there, and went straight upstairs.

But she didn't care too much, anyway, Lorenzo was a guy who was hard to guess.

Madame vanloude's daily life was very simple, like that of an ordinary housewife, according to the schedule she had set for herself, when Madame vanloude picked up the mop and cleaned up the living room,

There were only three people living here, but in fact it was only Madame Van Loude who was often in the living room, Lorenzo spent most of his time wandering the streets of Old Dunling, and Higg usually snuggled up in his room, so it was actually quite clean, and there was no need to clean anything, but Madame Van Lude had nothing else to do at the moment, so she should pass the time.

Humming the military song of her service, and looking at the strategic map on the wall from time to time, the military career was a good time for Madame Van Loude, but unfortunately the tragedy of the war and the change of time, many of the people she knew died or lived in distant places.

But just then the door was pushed open, and the cold wind and rain poured into the warm living room, and the man stood in the doorway, paused for a long time, and did not move.

"Higg?"

Madame van Loude shouted hesitantly, for there was no light in the drawing-room, and only a faint light fell in the gloomy sky outside, and she could not see the man's face clearly.

The silence lasted for a long time, and the man looked up and said to Madame Vanlude.

"I'm back. ”

Higg said and walked in, he didn't have an umbrella, and he was very embarrassed by the rain.

"Why is it raining? Hurry up and change into clean clothes......

Lady Van Loude said with concern as she approached, but as she drew closer to see Higg's face, her kind expression stiffened.

"What's going on...... Is it?" asked Madame van Loude.

Higg didn't speak, just approached her and gave her a brief hug.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light on his face, I don't know if it was rain or tears, his cheeks were soaked with water, and his expression was a little hideous, but it seemed to be trying to calm down.

Countless thoughts surged in my head, and all the voices were covered by the same sound, the sound of falling rain, the sound of endless rain, under the endless rain curtain, the hometown in the depths of memory.

As Higg was about to go back, he let go of Lady Van Loude and walked towards the stairs, his steps staggering as if in excruciating pain, and a strange force exerting upon him.

But none of these pains can compare to the pain of the soul, the pain of loneliness.

Yes, this pain has been so long that Higg himself has become numb and unaware of the root of the problem.

Until Moriarty found out everything.

The doctor, the devil-like guy, he found his gap.

Raising his head to look at the familiar position, the door was slightly open, and his blazing white eyes were staring at him coldly, the man's expression was very complicated, a little disappointed, and there was also a little self-blame.

"So, are you going to kill me next? ”

Lorenzo held the folding knife, and he could feel the subtle erosions being released in Higg's body, and reason was constantly being stripped away from this body, and he was about to become a part of the madness.

Instead of passively receiving hallucinogens, Higg longed for them himself, and from the day he left his homeland, he was like a kite with a broken string, drifting back and forth between the storm and the clear sky, a rootless man.

But now that Higg had got what he wanted, Lorenzo didn't know what he saw in that psychedelic hallucination, but he was sure it was what Higg had been longing for, something that would make him a mediocre man willing to fall.

Lorenzo could see that Higg was now smiling strangely, contented and sickly.

"Is it worth it?"

Lorenzo's knives were fast and powerful, and they could cut off the heads of demons in an instant, and if they felt any pain, they would die without even feeling the pain.

But in the face of Higg, who is gradually getting weird, Lorenzo can't make a move.

His face was cold, and the atmosphere was depressing and solemn.

Sometimes it doesn't take any extreme fear or misery to make a man fall into madness, but just to give him what he desires most, just as a man in darkness sees the only light, and he will desperately grasp that light, even if the darkness is followed by infinite thorns.

What kind of light did Higg see? It could have plunged him into a nightmare, but still with a smile.

"You have to watch out for him, Lorenzo. ”

Higg's voice was a little distorted, leaning against the wall, obviously the stairs up were not long, but he walked for a long time and did not reach the end.

"Moriarty, that pervert, madman, scum. ”

His words were lighthearted, but his expression was majestic, like a statue made of iron.

This is the word Lorenzo often uses to describe himself, and it really fits him personally, Lorenzo has just killed a carriage of people, and maybe in a few seconds he will kill his roommate for many years, and he has no moral guilt, he feels angry anyway.

"He's special...... Actually, this is also my own choice, he said that it is very boring to play with an ordinary person, like a tiger teasing a mouse, which is very boring...... He let me make my own choice. ”

Higg's voice was a little weak, leaning against the wall, and the abnormality of his body had gradually manifested, but fortunately, there was no demonization that could be intuitively demonstrated.

It was a deal, a deal with the devil, and in that weaving illusion, Higg was finally able to get a glimpse of the hometown hidden in the depths of memory, and at the cost of this disappearing reason, gradually distorted body.

Lorenzo walked towards Higg with a folding knife, it was a difficult decision to make, as he had said to Madame Van Loude at that time, even if you have a dog, after so many years, you will have more or less feelings, let alone humans.

He once had a heart of stone, but it melted into flesh and blood under the warmth, and sometimes Lorenzo even felt glad that he could empathize with the joys and sorrows of others, and that he was still a human being, not a pure monster.

Higg and Lorenzo looked at each other briefly, not knowing if the light of the Pure Flame was too bright or something, and their eyes crossed for a moment, and then quickly dodged.

It doesn't look like he's here to kill Lorenzo, as Moriarty said, Higg is just a mouse, how can a rat in the gutter bite a monster?

Lorenzo also didn't understand why Higg came back, and dared to appear in front of him, and lived together for so long, he thought that this poor autistic child should be able to guess more or less what kind of person he was and what kind of work he was doing, right?

Of course, there is still something beyond Higg's cognition of demons, but Lorenzo always thinks that he should be a bully in his eyes, right?

So why come back?

Lorenzo didn't understand what if Higg had become a demon in a corner of the outside...... Lorenzo thought that was the best ending, just like the demons that Lorenzo had slashed at will, Lorenzo could have killed him without care, but now Higg was back and appeared in front of him, like a child who confessed his mistakes.

The folding knife was slowly raised, Lorenzo knew what Higg meant, he knew that he had become a monster and had done something wrong, and only Lorenzo could put an end to this.

"Moriarty ......"

Lorenzo whispered the name, his anger burning with a long-lost boil.

But at this moment of life and death, the voice of Madame van Loude sounded.

"Higg!"

She had taken care of Higg for so long, and she knew very well what kind of child Higg was, and that was not his usual behavior.

Madame vanloude had a faint fear in her heart, as if something bad was about to happen, and she hurried over, only to see something surprising to her.

Lorenzo held Higg, who tilted his face inward, obscured by the shadow.

"What's wrong?"

"Higg was a little uncomfortable, probably from the rain, so I took him to the doctor. ”

The angry eyes just now were gone, and as usual, his face collapsed, revealing a sly smile.

He carried Higg to the door, waved goodbye to Madame vanroud, it was raining heavily, but Lorenzo had no umbrella, and when Madame vanroude chased him out uneasily, the sky and the earth became white, and everyone in the street was like gray ghosts, difficult to distinguish.