The wind carried the cold rain and slammed hard against the glass, and the sound was as dense as the beat of a drum, like a group of damned neurotics, happily knocking on your window to wake you up.

But it was late at night, and Lorenzo's room was on the second floor.

Lorenzo woke up, probably back to a familiar place, and after a short rest, the exhaustion on his body was reduced a lot. He didn't draw the curtains, and the light of the street lamp outside the window barely reflected his interior, and he sat up slowly, and after a slight distraction, he suddenly felt a sense of hellish loneliness.

Some people often say that you should not take a nap at home alone, once you have slept, you will inevitably feel sad when you wake up slowly in the twilight and look at the dark and unmanned room.

Those doctors said that in the process of human awakening, it is not only the awakening of the body, but also the awakening of the spirit, and during the period when the human spirit is numb, fragile, and emotionally weak, the feeling of emptiness fills every part of the flesh and blood in an instant, and people can't help but push open the window and jump down.

- So don't take a nap.

Lorenzo slouched out of bed, it was just a rush of leisure, those uneasy and well-meaning ones were still peeking at him in the shadows, he had no time to examine himself, he could only hurry up and sharpen his teeth.

Lorenzo didn't turn on the lights, but with the light of the street lamps and the witcher's eyesight, he could see everything in the room, and sat down in his chair silently, taking out the unfinished weapons and continuing to refit them.

Lorenzo hadn't taken a class on mechanics, but he had learned enough in the Demon Hunters, the art of killing.

In many cases, due to long-term and high-intensity combat, the nail swords carried by the witchers often cannot keep up with the super high damage rate, so handmade weapons have become something that many witchers need to master, just like a fun craft class, but in this it is not a childish toy, but a deadly weapon.

Thanks to these experiences, Lorenzo was able to play with these shotgun ammo in so many ways, but these were only used against demons, not against witchers.

Reaching into the darkness, he pulled out a cold warhead.

It was more appropriately called a craft than a weapon, with a moonlit silver surface and intricate inscriptions on it, but the inscriptions were slightly flawed, and they were entirely hand-carved, and the carver was obviously a novice, and many of the handwriting was crooked.

This novice carving is naturally Lorenzo, although he has been deviating from the Evangelical Church for a long time, but he still has some expectations for that false faith...... No, it's not even an expectation, it's just a "just believe something in the face of despair" mentality.

Yes, Lorenzo was facing Imam Lawrence at the time of making the warhead, facing despair, and the insurmountable gap made him himself a little doubtful that he could kill Lawrence, so he ridiculously inscribed the word on the warhead, trying to make the god who had been watching do something.

This is a one-headed bullet forged entirely from holy silver, and it is a lethal weapon for demons, and the same is true for demon hunters. Lorenzo smelted all the silver he had brought out of the Demon Hunters, and finally produced two Pure Silver Bullets, which, according to his own ideas, would hit Lawrence's head and heart, killing him completely.

However, in the end, this plan did not succeed, and Lorenzo only found an opportunity to fire a shot, and the bullet of that shot failed to kill Lawrence, but fortunately, the subsequent industrial artillery ended the long fight to the death.

So the silver bullet was left, and Lorenzo didn't think he would have a chance to use it again, but then the Protestant Order came.

Lorenzo carefully put away the bullet, which, like the lacquer antimony, would be Lorenzo's hole card, a one-hit weapon.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise outside the door, and Lorenzo did not act rashly, but gently picked up his shotgun and dagger.

It was late at night, and Madame van Loude should have gone to bed, and in Higg's routine, he should have been lying in bed honestly, and Lorenzo didn't have any pets, and he didn't think anyone else would have such a thing.

He walked warily to the doorway, staring intently at the doorknob.

Madame vanloude and Higg never entered their room, and would knock on the door when something happened, and if the doorknob started turning, Lorenzo would not hesitate to throw his dagger...... As for why not use a shotgun, after all, it's so late, and the sound of the gunshot will wake up the others, and being quiet is a quality that a resident should have.

The muscles tensed, and the dagger flowed with a chill.

The sound sounded again, footsteps, and he paused in front of Lorenzo's door, and then walked downstairs.

Lorenzo was a little confused, and then slowly pushed the door open, and saw a familiar shadow through the gap.

"Higg?"

Lorenzo shouted quietly, faintly but distinctly clear in the silence of the night.

Higg turned and looked at Lorenzo with some surprise.

"You...... Haven't you slept yet?"

Higg didn't expect Lorenzo to be asleep at this time, and then he saw the cold light under the crack in the door, the sharp dagger.

Seeing this scene, Lorenzo hurriedly put away his weapon, his roommate was already in a bad mood, so don't put pressure on him anymore.

But then Lorenzo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was too vigilant, and there was no secret enemy to infiltrate, just Higg who hadn't slept yet.

It was just an ordinary night, not the unbridled darkness of the demons.

Dropping his weapon on the bed, Lorenzo stepped out.

"What are you doing here?"

Lorenzo looked at Higg, and as he approached, Higg's face became clear in the darkness, and Lorenzo was keenly aware of Higg's difference, as if he had just cried, his eyes were slightly red.

Isn't that good......

When it comes to emotions, Lorenzo is a little helpless about himself, let alone helping others.

But I was a little happy to see such a Hig Lorenzo, Hig has always been a cold and silent guy, he is not good at dealing with people, he only likes to nest indoors alone, sometimes Lorenzo even feels that he has lost his human emotions, but now it seems that he still has joys and sorrows, which is good, he is still human.

"Nothing, just wanted to come out and watch the rain. ”

As he spoke, Higg picked up a chair, then pushed the door open and let the cold wind rush in, and he sat in the doorway, looking at the water vapor that filled the street, and the splashing water.

Countless droplets of water hit the ground, splashing silver white like churning fish.

"Are you upset?"

Lorenzo asked, standing by the door, looking at the hazy rain curtain with Higg.

Probably while he was asleep, Madame van Loude came back and told Higg about the old age? Also, Sigg spent most of his life here, and here he recorded his growth, and even the most indifferent people would feel uncomfortable.

"No, it's just a little homesick. Higg said.

"Hmm, what's there to think about, isn't it at home now...... Is it?"

Lorenzo realized that he was wrong, maybe Higg had lived here for too long, he always forgot that Higg was not from Old Dunling, and he vaguely remembered that Higg had said that he was from a small town on the coast.

"I'm sorry. Lorenzo said.

Higg shook his head and said.

"It doesn't matter, I can't remember it myself, I only have a very vague memory of that place, because by the sea, there are often storms, and the whole world is like the old Dunling now, and endless water comes down from the sky, baptizing everything and enveloping everything in the water curtain. ”

"Is that so? You don't talk about it very often," Lorenzo asked, "are there any bad memories that you don't want to remember?"

"No, I just can't remember. Higg said.

"It was a very closed town, with only one railroad to the outside world, but trains rarely passed through our town, and the fares were expensive.

At first, everyone didn't care about this new thing, the blacksmith's son was still a blacksmith, the fisherman's son was still a fisherman, and everyone lived like this, until one day a restless fellow appeared, and he took advantage of the train as it passed, picked up the train, and left the closed town with it. ”

Higg said that it was a story in the depths of his memory, because so much time had passed that even he could not remember his true hometown.

"At first no one cared, but more and more young people got on the train, or paid the expensive fare, and went to the outside world, but none of them came back, as if they were dead, but then someone said they went to Old Dunling.

Old Dunling, the capital of Invig, where it was beautiful and full of wealth, compared to which the town of his hometown was a hell, and then the adults began to get scared, and the children left and never came back, and there were fewer and fewer young people in the town, so they pulled up the iron net and refused all news from the outside world. ”

Higg turned his head and looked at Lorenzo, it was rare for this somewhat autistic guy to be so talkative.

"I was born in such circumstances. ”

"But you ended up in Old Dunling, and you were one of the restless ones. Lorenzo said.

Higg added with a slight smile on his face.

"Pretty much the same, no matter how oppressive the adults are, but the children will always get together and treat the outside world as a legend, so we children also have a coming-of-age ceremony, if you want to prove that you have become an adult, you have to cross the fence and the guards of the adults when the train passes, and get on the train hard, and leave this place to prove that you are an adult.

I often watched with envy the children fleeing, the adults chasing after them in vain, while they sat on the train and cheered in the wind. ”

"It looks like everyone had the same childhood. Lorenzo couldn't help but say.

"It was the same when I was in Filene, when the children sat on the banks of the Tiber and longed for the old Dunling, and the nobles of the city spoke of the beauty of this place, and they longed to come and live here with all their wealth.

At that time, it was said that it would be nice if we could also go to Old Dunling, where there must be chicken legs in the garbage cans on the streets, not stiff bread in the garbage cans of the Emerald Emerald. ”

Lorenzo laughed as he spoke, children's fantasies were always so naïve and ridiculously limited.

"We're all in Old Dunling at the end, aren't we?"

Higg looked at the rain curtain of the old Dunling, and here he was, in the city he was fascinated by.

"But old Dunling is not good, Lorenzo, I almost died here, here chaos and prosperity coexist, and if it were not for Madame van Loude, I would have died in the streets. ”

Higg said.

"I love this city, but I don't fit in this city. It was many years before I suddenly realized that it was not that the children did not want to come back, but that they could not come back, and you were like that, right, Lorenzo, and you would not be able to return to the emerald you used to be. ”

Lorenzo was stunned, he suddenly realized that Higg was not as cold as he imagined, he was also sentimental, but he kept all his thoughts in his heart.

"When I came to Old Dunling, I was completely immersed in the joy of the city, which was painful, but the joy was always greater than the pain, and Madame van Loude gave me a place to live, to go to school, and to be exposed to things that I would never have been able to touch in the town, and this joy lasted for many years, until one day I suddenly remembered the town by the coast. ”

Higg's tone was filled with fear and sadness.

"Lorenzo, I was horrified to find that I could not remember, I could not remember what the town looked like, I had forgotten even its name, and for the first time I was so frightened, I ran to the train station and rummaged through the train records from years ago, trying to find out which train I had arrived in Old Dunling......

But there was nothing, and the town disappeared into my life, where my parents were, and I can't remember what they looked like, but I was born there...... That's when I realized what a terrible thing I had done, but there was no chance of getting it back. ”

Higg stared blankly at the rain curtain, he couldn't remember the town anymore, but he vaguely remembered that when it rained, it was somewhat similar to the rain curtain of the old Dunling.

"I can't go back, Lorenzo. ”

"Is that so...... I'm just busy, I have so many things to do every day, I don't think about it. Lorenzo said.

"Although we are in the old Dunling, after all, we are still strangers, this is not our home, and our real home has long been unable to return, like a lonely ghost. ”

"Do you want to go home?" asked Lorenzo.

Higg hesitated for a long time and said slowly.

"I don't know, I've lived in Old Dunling for so long, and sometimes when I think back to that town, I always suddenly realize that it was another person's life, a stranger who was completely different from myself...... I'm afraid that at that time, when I saw me now, I couldn't believe that I would become like this in the future. ”

"No way, people are changing...... The first second you died, the next second the new self came back to life......"

Lorenzo chattered, he also moved a chair over, and looked at the rain curtain with Higg, and for a moment he suddenly felt that his life was normal, there was no fighting, no damn demons, he was like an ordinary person, thinking about life at night with his roommates.

The rain was pouring down, the water was rushing in the ditch, and there was silence for a long time, when Lorenzo tapped Higg on the shoulder.

"Have a late-night snack?"

He asked.