It was an unspeakable feeling, as if you could clearly feel that some kind of terrifying monster had just left here, and the remaining madness and ferocious bones were destroying everyone's nerves.
Price was stunned at first, and then his stomach began to tumble. He could not control the feeling. He bent over and retched in pain, with a ferocious look on his face, as if something was grabbing his internal organs and trying to remove it from his body.
climb out.
Lorenzo helped him up and carried him to the door, and then he strode inside with a serious look on his face.
Everything in the room was covered in bright red blood, as if it had experienced a storm. All the furniture in the room was messed up, and there was blood everywhere. It was hard to imagine that the blood came from a victim.
It gushed out, and it wasn't like the wounds would splash out when slashing.
Lorenzo walked through the blood and walked towards the house. The white sheets had been completely dyed red. The twisted body lay in a shallow pool of blood. The whole body was completely torn open, extending from the throat to the abdomen, and the ribs were torn apart.
The body was broken into pieces and the whole internal organs were hollowed out, and the death was extremely tragic.
The victim's appearance was unrecognizable, her entire eye socket was sunken, and the eye inside had been shattered into a ball of blood. Her mouth was open wide, as if she was screaming in pain until the last moment of her life.
"Can you tell anything?"
Price came from behind with a pale face. As a senior police detective, his discomfort just now seemed very unprofessional.
"A thorough murder, not for money, just for torture."
Lorenzo looked around the room, seeing blood everywhere.
"The murderer deliberately dyed these red with blood, and look at the sheets."
Lorenzo pointed at the woman's hands. She was clenching the sheets tightly. Lorenzo tried to open her palms, but found that her nails had sunk into the flesh. It was difficult to imagine how much pain she had endured.
pain.
"She was tortured to death, not killed and then acted like this. She endured the pain, clenched the sheets tightly, and kept praying and wailing until she died."
Even Lorenzo felt a little uncomfortable at the moment and didn't know what the murderer was thinking when he did these things.
Everything was so silent, the ticking sound of the clock seemed extremely loud, but the sound began to slow down, and continued to slow down, until it stopped. Along with it, the concept of time also stopped, and then all the light disappeared, endless.
Only Lorenzo and the blood-red room were left in the darkness.
"It's really tragic."
The woman stood in front of the dead body, gently caressing the trembling flesh, and let out a chuckle.
"Why Lorenzo, you really look like a serious detective, and you actually changed your name to Holmes."
Lorenzo's face was grim. At this moment, he felt more ominous than ever before. He tried to stimulate the secret blood, but there was silence.
"It seems that my connection with the darkness has deepened, and I can have psychic visions even without taking the herb."
Lorenzo regretted not bringing the nail sword with him. He never thought he would see a woman again under such circumstances.
"No, to be precise, there have been cracks in my restraints. The cracks are so big that I can climb out and breathe fresh air just by using force."
The woman smiled and walked around Lorenzo stepping on the blood on the ground, her blood-stained hands gently caressing his cheek.
"There is no need to be so afraid of me, Lorenzo. In essence, don't we have a subtle symbiotic relationship? I need you to maintain your existence, and you also need me to escape the connection to the Stasis Temple. In fact, we are in the same
On the front lines.”
Lorenzo looked at her stiffly, with hatred and more complex emotions in his eyes.
"You are not her, you are just living in her shell."
"Is that really so? Then is it possible that I have always been her, and everything before was just my disguise?"
Without waiting for Lorenzo to answer, the woman laughed, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the woman who died tragically.
"Actually, you can't understand it, and I can't understand it either. If there was a standard answer to everything, it wouldn't be him who died, would it?
You are the one who should have died, Lorenzo, so what if the name is changed, this is his ideal, not yours, and it would be too cheap to say this is your confession."
Lorenzo was silent and silent. This was the darkest side of his heart, the secret that could not be told.
The cowardly woman seemed to have seen Lorenzo and laughed mockingly.
"You've always been like this, Lorenzo. I really don't understand why he let you live. It's obviously more valuable if he survives."
She whispered, thoughts echoing in her eyes.
"Holmes...he told me that this was the name he got in the [Baptism of the Gods]. This ritual in your religious order is very mysterious. It is so mysterious that you can get it just by experiencing a dream of nothingness."
The power to resist erosion.
He said this was the name of a detective he heard in his dream. He also had an assistant named Watson. He kept telling me that he would open a detective agency when he retired..."
There was suddenly a sadness on the woman's face. It was hard to believe that there could be an emotion called sadness on her face, just like you would feel pity on a murderer.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Lorenzo asked through gritted teeth.
His emotions towards women were so complicated that sometimes Lorenzo himself would feel confused, not knowing whether everything he did was correct or not. This all stemmed from that sinful night, the night of Advent that burned out all glory and truth.
Lorenzo thought he could forget all this, but it was obvious that this was just his escape. They always followed Lorenzo behind him and never left.
"Nothing, I just want to make a deal with you."
The woman finally revealed her purpose, and unknown power filled every corner of the space.
"I told you I wouldn't make a deal with the devil."
Lorenzo directly refused and said that women would always try to seduce him. Fortunately, Lorenzo was no longer the same person as before and he could remain rational before temptation.
"Why? I will never lie to you and put all the truth before your eyes."
"But it's these little truths one after another that make us irrecoverable, isn't it?"
Lorenzo shouted sharply.
Silence, there is only a long silence left here at this moment. Time has stood still for a long time, but it seems to have happened just now. The woman became expressionless and said lightly.
"Then let's each take a step back. There is no deal, just helping each other."
"Do you think I'll trust you again?"
"Then how about I exchange a piece of information for your trust?"
The woman smiled slyly, and at that moment a cold touch swept through Lorenzo's body. He looked at the woman, this was another temptation, but this time he could get it without any price, but Lorenzo knew very well that she
Never make a loss-making transaction, as there is a huge price hidden behind it.
"Priest Lawrence is not dead, he got the so-called sacred coffin."
The woman said directly that she knew Lorenzo too well, even if he knew clearly that there was danger behind it, he would still do whatever it took.
This news was like a heavy hammer. Lorenzo's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He looked at the woman in disbelief. He breathed hard for a long time, as if he was trying to suppress his rage. After a long time, he slowly spoke,
There was deep fear in his eyes.
"Did you also use this trick to corrupt the Pope?"
"He's just a greedy villain, much easier to deal with than you."
The woman shook her head and said casually.
"Everyone desires different things, but the most difficult thing to satisfy is idealists like you. What you expect is not something. You greedily want to change the world and make a will last."
The woman stood up, put her hands on Lorenzo's shoulders, and whispered in his ear.
"And wasn't it also me that you once longed for?"
The voice was full of charm and passion, and the hazy aura made the world become enchanted, but it was ruthlessly cut off by the cold sword.
Lorenzo's eyes were cold as he responded.
"Not anymore."
"Haha, is this one of your changes? Then my gift of trust is not bad. Dean Lawrence is also one of the culprits. He should be responsible for the deaths of the demon hunters, and he also took away the sacred
Coffin, you won’t stop your hunting, right?”
Seeing that the coward who once secretly looked at her has grown up, the woman doesn't know whether to laugh or feel happy.
"So, is our initial cooperation established? My partner."
She stretched out her hand and looked at the white palm. After a long time, Lorenzo nodded helplessly. This is true, but he also knows that it will eventually lead to wrong results. This is the scary thing about devils. They never
I have not deceived you, but you will never get good results.
But as the woman said, Lorenzo should have died a long time ago. His survival was just an accident. He has been living in the extra life. Of course, he does not mind giving back these lives that do not belong to him.
Someone had to pay for his mistake, no matter who it was, and Lorenzo didn't care what it was.
The devil succeeded again, she said with a smile.
"John Watson."
"What's the meaning."
"This is what he said. The great detective in the dream of [Baptism of the Gods] had a partner. His name is John Watson."
"But it's a man's name."
"Then can I be considered a human being? I have many names, such as devil, witch, monster, etc. You dare not tell me my real name, so is it necessary to discuss whose name it is?"
With her words, it began to change, and its body shape and even face changed from a child to an old man. The familiar cheeks of Seleucid Eve Pres and others flew across the blank face, and finally everything was fixed in her original image.
She looked at Lorenzo with a smile.
Lorenzo said nothing, but stretched out his hand and held her hand tightly.
…
"What is the murderer's purpose?"
Price looked out the window, trying not to look at the things in the room. Although he wanted to think about the case, his mind was completely captured by the horrific scene, making it difficult to think.
"Revenge, just revenge, venting your anger on this woman's body."
Suddenly there was a sound, and Price looked at Lorenzo. He saw such a great detective with a pale face, breathing heavily, and cold sweat flowing over his skin, as if he had just recovered from drowning. It seemed that he would be next
You'll faint in seconds.
"You...how did you deduce it?"
Pres didn't seem to expect that Lorenzo would have such a big reaction to this scene. It seemed that no matter how magical this urban legend was, he was only a mortal after all.
"It's simple, it's written on the wall."
Lorenzo pointed to the words on the wall beside the bed. Following Lorenzo's finger to Pres, he saw the words engraved in blood. It was this nightmarish scene that shocked everyone. Everyone was shocked.
I tried my best to avoid looking at this twisted and tragic scene, so no such obvious traces were found.
"revenge……"
Lorenzo whispered about the bloody words on the wall and couldn't help but feel that there was some fate.
"Okay, let's get to work."
With a slight smile on his pale face, Lorenzo tried his best to look happy.