It was approaching early morning, and the sky was bright in the distance.

An icy mist surged through the streets, solidifying on every object at the turn of the night, covering everything with a frosty mist.

There were already pedestrians in the street, strolling leisurely, but their eyes couldn't stop looking at Stuart's mansion, most of them were awakened by the gunfire and the noise of the mounted police last night, and they were all curious about what was going on here, whispering.

There were still a handful of soldiers disguised as mounted police standing near the streets, dismissing the prying eyes one by one.

The atmosphere is like the winter of the old Dunling, cold with a tingling of the skin.

Lorenzo was sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes a little tired, and the pain in his mind), he was smoking a cigarette and puffing on it, trying to make himself more comfortable.

The scavengers were outside dealing with the blood stains in the room, and in this case they were the best cleaners in the room, and after a short survey of the scene, they disposed of the corpses and bloodstains, and the smell of blood was so thick that it was like a slaughterhouse.

Yawei stood guard outside the door, and he negotiated with the scavengers, although Seleu had no feelings for the mansion, but it was also Stuart's property, and Yawei had to take care of it.

Seleu sat on the soft floor with his hands on his knees, looking a little depressed and unable to lift his spirits.

"Are they still cleaning up?"

Listening to the sound of water outside the door, the scavengers must be dragging the floor hard.

"Probably. ”

Lorenzo replied casually, looking out the window at the city that was waking up, and then at Seleuc.

"Are you sure you won't sleep for a while?"

Seleucus had not slept since she arrived at the purifier, and it was clear that the girl was a very regular person, and staying up late made her look uncomfortable.

Seleucus shook her head, she couldn't sleep.

This was not the first time that Seleucus had encountered such a strange shock, the dream that almost tore through his mind, the hound that followed him like a shadow.

"Lorenzo, you said it was...... From a mental attack?"

Seleuc asked, after a moment's thought.

"To be precise, it is an attack that is directly applied to the will, beyond the distance of space, over the obstacle of **...... Of course, what I said may not be accurate, and no one knows the full picture of demons. ”

Lorenzo was also a little unsure of his guesses.

"But does that kind of power really exist?"

Seleuc couldn't believe it, didn't dare to face the real world.

In fact, Seleuc's reaction was very normal, the most normal reaction, the monster that has been circulating in the legend tore open the book one day, and the real came to your side, and all the laws of common sense were destroyed at will, leaving you alone with helpless wailing and fear.

Lorenzo didn't speak, which was why organizations like the Demon Hunters and the Purification Mechanism existed.

Not everyone can accept the fear of the unknown, and there are always people who have to stand up and act as a bulwark of despair, separating fear from reason.

Separate the world of horror from the world of normalcy.

Humanity can no longer live in fear.

"Seleuc, you need to rest. ”

"But I really can't sleep, I close my eyes and ......"

Seleuc said with some trembling.

She was a mature child, and it was reasonable that no matter what the events were, it was difficult to shake her, but the strange dream was different, it captured Seleus's most vulnerable point, and as soon as he closed his eyes, Seleu would return to that cold alley, waiting for another fate.

It was her nightmare.

"I didn't dare to sleep. ”

Seleucus looked at Lorenzo with a haggard expression.

"Aren't you afraid?"

She asked, the witcher in front of him as if nothing had happened, without fear or anxiety about the unknown, he was just like usual, as if this horrible life had become normal in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Dreaming, no one can guarantee that I will not dream of that weird thing again when I fall asleep again. ”

"And ......"

Seleucus thought horrively about the new fate in that dream, the fate of Lorenzo's arrival, she was still a beggar, living in the cold wind of Gaulnalo.

She remembered vividly the feeling that the memory was fading away, that Seleuc would become a beggar in that dream, not the Duchess of Stuart, and that all the past would be vanished by that mysterious power, and that she would forget everything until she could not tell it all.

"Can you tell the difference?"

Seleuc asked.

"Lorenzo, can you tell the difference between reality and illusion? What if you and I are just in a dream?"

"I don't know. ”

Lorenzo said faintly, his eyes were full of complexity, he couldn't see the truth of this world clearly, or this world had no so-called truth at all, just endless illusion.

If it weren't for the ghost in the [gap], and without the help of Medanzo, I'm afraid Lorenzo wouldn't have been able to wake up from that strange hallucination, and even said that it wasn't an illusion, but someone was invading his [gap], and he shaped the [gap] into an illusory world and launched an attack on Lorenzo's will.

It was a terrible force, Lorenzo could not observe the position of the enemy's attack, did not know what the conditions of the attack were, and all this was unknown.

"Seleuc, do you believe me?"

Suddenly Lorenzo asked, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were deep, hiding in the shadows.

Seleu was slightly stunned, as if she didn't understand why Lorenzo asked her that, but she nodded vigorously.

In fact, there were very few people with whom Seleu had intersected in her life, so few that after careful exclusion, only Yawei and Lorenzo remained, she was the heir of the noble Stuart, the future duchess, but in fact there were very few people around her, although it was said that there were thirty-two families as her backing, but Seleu could not even remember all their names.

Who could she trust but Lorenzo......? The Witcher, whatever it is called, was the one who brought himself to the Old Dunling, and Seleuc could only trust him, the only one who could trust him.

"I see. ”

Lorenzo began to see a complex plan in his mind.

He was never a man to sit still, and there was a boiling rage under his calm gaze.

Lorenzo was angry, he liked to keep that anger, only anger could keep him motivated, whether it was Laureus Imam, or whatever, as long as it was a form of being, then it could be killed.

The correspondence between life and death is like a curse, and no one can escape.

He clenched Winchester, then raised the knight's sword in his hand.

On the smooth body of the sword, the man's eyes were closed, but at Lorenzo's call, he opened his eyes, and the blazing fireworks boiled.

"Medanzo. ”

Suddenly, a fierce wind blew against the window, as if an invisible ghost was violently knocking, everything trembled, and then time flew by, and all matter collapsed under this effect, and the whole shattered into countless fragments and flew up, turning into dusty snowflakes.

So Medanzo looked at him with a smile after the snow curtain and sat down on one side of the bench, making room for Lorenzo.

Lorenzo had left the mansion and was in the mysterious gap.

The huge falling moon and ice fields are like a world of dreams.

"Let's talk. ”

The witcher asked, sitting on the other side of the bench, looking at the face that resembled his own.

"What is that?"

Medanzo looked at Lorenzo as expected, and he said.

"Lorenzo, you've forgotten a lot. ”

"What do you mean?"

Lorenzo frowned, vaguely touched by something.

Forgotten memories.

In that painful hallucination, Lorenzo did see a lot of strange things, even memories that did not belong to him.

Lorenzo still remembered everything when he killed the demon in the Perpetual Pump, and he seemed to have entered the demon's [gap], and he killed the demon in the [gap], so the real demon died, and his memories flooded into his brain.

...... Could it be that this attack from [Gap] can still affect memories?

But Medanzo didn't continue to explain, he said slowly.

"Remember what I said? Lorenzo, [gap] is our spiritual world, but this world is not closed. ”

Closed?

Lorenzo listened to Medanzo's words and couldn't help but think of the anterior frontal lobotomy operation.

"Every [gap] is an island in the sea of darkness, everyone shiveres in the dark, not knowing the existence of the other, but when someone knows your location, the tide of death will soak everything ......"

Medanzo pointed to the world of the ice field beneath his feet.

"Someone has found you, and knows about it. ”

"And how did he do it?"

Lorenzo asked.

Both he and Medanzo knew who the culprit was, but they both had a corresponding tacit understanding and did not say anything.

"Just as the Stasis Saint has contacted all the witchers, the shuttle of [Gap] requires a beacon. ”

Medanzo said.

"Erosion. ”

Lorenzo seemed to realize something, every nerve warning him.

"Yes, one of the conditions for launching a [gap] attack is erosion, which is made into beacons. ”

He continued.

"You should know why you're being attacked, right? ”

That demon, the demon that was killed in the Perpetual Pump, was affected by Lorenzo at that time...... Someone used it to erode Lorenzo, or rather, the homologous erosion.

"You shouldn't have been too deeply connected to that girl, she's been corrupted by She's been corrupted by Sheikh Lawrence. ”

Medanzo calmly recounted the terrible things.

This strange thing spreads like a virus, and Imam Lawrence first uses Horner as a springboard to erode Lorenzo, establishing a beacon of attack, and then spreading to Seleuc next to Lorenzo, she is just an ordinary person who has no resistance to it, as long as there is a little erosion, it can be achieved.

It's like the Holy Grail, the "memetic" nature that can spread like crazy.

"Lorenzo, you have my presence in your [gap], and even Watson, so you can resist a certain level of invasion.

But that girl has nothing, she's just an ordinary person, this time you saved her, but in the face of that ethereal will, how long can you protect her?"

Lorenzo was silent, his fists clenched.

yes, that's the war that happened in the mind, and Lorenzo couldn't do anything.

Medanzo continued.

"It was an incorporeal enemy, and he wandered in the spiritual world. ”

"A sword made of iron cannot kill the will. ”

Everything seems to be in despair, and of course when the strange attack comes again, it will be the girl's death.

So someone whispered in Lorenzo's ear.

"But the will can be killed by another will, a stronger will. ”

Watson stood behind the bench and looked at Lorenzo with a smile, as if she was winning.

"Need cooperation?"

Lorenzo jerked to his feet, he took a few steps back, and looked at Watson warily.

"So in the end, is it still like this? Make a deal with the devil?"

As if stepping into some misunderstanding, Medanzo seemed to be working with Watson, and they were trying something.

"It's collaboration. ”

Watson corrected.

"Isn't it still the same? Get that damn devil out of here?"

Lorenzo said viciously.

Watson shook his head in disappointment.

"Lorenzo, you still don't understand that I'm a very different life form from yours...... That is to say, it is wrong to judge me by the way humans think. ”

"You think I'm an abominable devil, but how many times have I saved you?"

"Have I ever deceived you for so long?"

Watson asked incessantly, plunging Lorenzo into the edge of the cliff.

"We just have the same purpose...... Just like humans vs. ants. ”

She laughed wickedly.

"I am human, you are the tiny ant, and with your abilities, you will not even be able to see me in my entirety. ”

Yes, if it is really such an analogy, it is impossible to directly and completely observe the whole picture of human beings with the field of vision of ants, and human beings are one huge fragment after another under the field of vision of ants, just like being in the sky, you can't completely record the appearance of the old Dunling, and the complex structure and details are not controlled by the simple brain of ants.

"So in other words, you ants need to feed on insects, and I hate insects, so although our goals are different, the results are actually the same. ”

Humans kill insects simply because humans hate them being in their rooms, whereas ants kill insects for food.

"Think about it, some unknown and terrifying being helped you kill Imam Lawrence, but does she really want to help you?"

Watson pressed close to Lorenzo's ear, his breath revealing a chill.

"With the human way of thinking, you will never understand me. ”

Unobservable, undescribeable, incomprehensible.

"This is the real indescribable, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. ”

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