It was approaching early morning, and the sky in the distance was bright.
An icy mist surged in the streets, solidifying on every object at the transition between day and night, covering everything with a layer of frost and mist.
Pedestrians had already appeared on the street. They were walking leisurely, but they couldn't stop looking at Stuart's mansion. The sound of gunfire and the noise caused by the mounted police last night woke up most people.
They were all curious about what happened here and whispered.
There were still a small number of soldiers disguised as mounted police standing guard near the streets, dismissing those prying eyes one by one.
The atmosphere is like this old Dunling winter day, with a coldness that stings the skin.
Lorenzo was sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes were a bit tired, and the pain was still echoing in his mind. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth, puffing on the smoke, trying to make himself feel better.
The scavengers were outside dealing with the bloodstains in the room. In this case, they were the best indoor cleaners. After a short survey of the scene, they dealt with the body parts and bloodstains. The strong smell of blood filled the air, which was like slaughtering.
The field is average.
Yawei stood outside the door and negotiated with the scavengers. Although Seleu had no feelings for this mansion, it was also Stuart's property and Yawei had to handle it well.
Seliu hugged his knees with his hands and sat on the soft bed. He looked a little depressed and seemed to have no energy.
"Are they still cleaning up?"
Listening to the sound of water rushing outside the door, the sweepers must be mopping the floor vigorously.
"I guess so."
Lorenzo answered casually. He looked at the city gradually waking up outside the window, and then at Seleucus.
"Are you sure you don't want to take a nap?"
Seliu hasn't slept since arriving at the purification agency. It's obvious that the girl has a very regular schedule, and staying up late makes her look very uncomfortable.
Seliu shook her head, she couldn't sleep.
This was not the first time Seleu had encountered such a strange impact, the dream that almost tore his mind apart, and the hounds that followed him like a shadow.
"Lorenzo, you said that was... a mental attack?"
Seliu thought for a while and asked.
"To be precise, it is an attack directly exerted on the will, crossing the distance of space, and crossing the obstacles of body... Of course, what I said may not be accurate. No one knows the complete picture of things like demons."
Lorenzo was also a little unsure of his guess.
"But does such power really exist?"
Seliu couldn't believe it and didn't dare to face the real world.
In fact, Seliu's reaction is very normal, the most normal reaction. The monster that has been circulated in legends tore open the book one day and really came to you. All the laws of common sense were destroyed at will.
You are left alone with helpless wailing and fear.
Lorenzo said nothing. This is the reason why organizations like the Demon Hunting Order and the Purification Agency exist.
Not everyone can accept the unknown fear. There are always people who have to stand up and act as a barrier of despair to isolate fear from reason.
Separate the world of terror from the normal world.
Humanity cannot continue to live in fear.
"Seleu, you need to rest."
"But I really can't sleep. As soon as I close my eyes..."
Seliu said with some trembling.
She is a child with a mature mind. It stands to reason that no matter what kind of event it is, it is difficult to shake her. But that weird dream is different. It captures Seleu's most vulnerable point. As soon as she closes her eyes, Seleu will return to that place.
In the cold alley, another fate awaits.
That's her nightmare.
"I dare not sleep."
Seleu looked at Lorenzo with a somewhat haggard expression.
"Aren't you scared?"
She asked. The demon hunter in front of him acted as if nothing had happened. He had no fear or anxiety about the unknown. He was just like normal, as if this terrifying life had become a daily routine in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Dreaming, no one can guarantee whether I will dream of that weird thing again when I fall asleep again."
"and……"
Seleu recalled with fear, the new fate in that dream, the fate without Lorenzo's arrival, she was still a beggar, living in the cold wind of Nalo, Gaul.
She clearly remembers the feeling of memories gradually disappearing. Seleucid would become a beggar in that dream instead of the Duchess of Stuart. All the past would disappear under that mysterious power. She would forget everything.
Until I can't distinguish it all.
"Can you tell it apart?"
Seleu asked.
"Lorenzo, can you distinguish reality from fiction? What if you and I are just in a dream now?"
"I am not sure."
Lorenzo said faintly, his eyes full of complexity. He couldn't see the truth of this world clearly, or maybe there was no so-called truth in this world, it was just endless illusion.
Without the ghost echoing in the [Gap] and without Metanzo's help, I am afraid that Lorenzo would not be able to wake up from that weird hallucination. He even said that it was not an hallucination, but that someone was invading his [Gap].
], he shaped [the gap] into an illusory world and launched an attack on Lorenzo's will.
This is really a terrifying power. Lorenzo cannot observe the enemy's attack position, does not know what the conditions for the attack are, and is completely unknown about all of this.
"Seleu, do you believe me?"
Suddenly Lorenzo asked, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were deep and he was hiding in the shadows.
Seliu was in a daze, as if she didn't understand why Lorenzo would ask her that, but she nodded vigorously.
In fact, there were very few people that Seleu had interacted with in her life, so few that after careful elimination, only Yawei and Lorenzo were left. She was the heir to the noble Stuart and the future duchess.
, but in fact there are very few people around her. Although she has those thirty-two families as her backing, Seliu can't even remember their names.
Who else could she trust besides Lorenzo? It was the detective in front of her...the demon hunter, he could be called anything. He was the one who brought her to Old Dunling. Seleu could only trust him, the only one who could trust him.
"I see."
Lorenzo stood up, a complex plan gradually emerging in his mind.
He was never a person who sat still and waited for death, and there was boiling rage under his calm eyes.
Lorenzo is angry, and he likes to maintain this anger. Only anger can make him full of motivation. Whether it is Dean Lawrence or something else, as long as it is a form of life, then it can be killed.
The correspondence between life and death is like a curse from which no one can escape.
He held the Winchester tightly, and then raised the knight's sword in his hand.
On the smooth sword body, the man had his eyes closed, but with Lorenzo's call, he opened his eyes, and blazing fireworks boiled.
"Medanzo."
Suddenly there was a strong wind blowing against the window, like an invisible ghost knocking fiercely, everything was trembling, and then time flew by, and all materials collapsed under the influence of this, and the whole was broken into countless pieces.
The fragments flew up and turned into dusty snowflakes.
So Metanzo looked at him with a smile after the snow curtain passed, and he sat on the side of the bench, leaving a seat for Lorenzo.
Lorenzo has left the mansion and is in the mysterious [gap].
The huge falling moon and ice fields are like a dream world.
"Come let's talk."
The demon hunter sat on the other side of the bench and asked, looking at the face that was somewhat similar to his own.
"What exactly is that?"
Metanzo looked at Lorenzo and said as expected.
"Lorenzo, you have indeed forgotten a lot of things."
"What do you mean?"
Lorenzo frowned, as if something was vaguely touched.
Forgotten memories.
In that painful hallucination, Lorenzo did see a lot of strange things, even memories that were not his own.
Lorenzo still remembered everything that happened when he killed the monster in the Perpetual Pump. He seemed to have entered the "gap" of the monster. He killed the monster in the "gap", so the monster in reality became
He died, and his memories flooded into his mind.
...could it be said that this attack from [Gap] can also affect memory?
But Metanzo did not continue to explain, he spoke slowly.
"Remember what I said? Lorenzo, [the 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 prefrontal lobe removal surgery.
"Every [gap] is an isolated island in the sea of darkness. Everyone is shivering in the darkness, unaware of each other's existence. But when someone knows your location, the tide of death will soak everything..."
Medanzo pointed to the world of ice beneath his feet.
"Someone has found you and knows about this place."
"Then 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 remained silent.
"Just like the Temple of Stasis connects all demon hunters, traveling through the [Gap] requires a beacon."
Medanzo said.
"erosion."
Lorenzo seemed to realize something, every nerve was warning him.
"Yes, one of the conditions for launching the [Gap] attack is erosion, and erosion is used to make beacons."
he continued.
"You should know why you were attacked, right?"
That demon, the demon killed in the Ever-Moving Pump, Lorenzo was affected by it at that time... Someone used it to corrode Lorenzo, or it was the same source of corrode.
"You shouldn't have too much contact with that girl. She has been eroded by Dean Lawrence."
Medanzo calmly told all the terrible things.
This weird thing spread like a virus. Dean Lawrence first used Horner as a springboard to corrode Lorenzo, established a beacon for attack, and then spread to Seleu beside Lorenzo. She was just an ordinary person and had nothing to do with it.
The resistance is negligible, as long as there is a little bit of erosion, it can be achieved.
It's like the Holy Grail, the "meme" quality that goes viral.
"Lorenzo, you have my presence and even Watson in your [gap], so you can resist a certain degree of invasion.
But that girl has nothing, she is just an ordinary person. You saved her this time, but how long can you protect her in the face of that illusory will?"
Lorenzo was silent and clenched his fists.
Yes, it was a war in his mind, and Lorenzo couldn't do anything.
Medanzo continued.
"That is an enemy without substance. He wanders 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, the girl will die.
Then someone said in Lorenzo's ear.
"But a will can be killed by another will, a stronger will."
Watson stood behind the bench and looked at Lorenzo with a smile. She looked like she had a chance to win.
"Do you need cooperation?"
Lorenzo stood up suddenly, took a few steps back, and looked at Watson warily.
"So is this what it's all about? Making a deal with the devil?"
As if he was entering a certain misunderstanding, Metanzo seemed to be cooperating with Watson, and they were planning something.
"It's cooperation."
Watson corrected.
"Isn't it still the same? Let the damn devil out?"
Lorenzo said fiercely.
Watson shook his head in disappointment.
"Lorenzo, you still fail to understand that I am already a completely different life form from you...which means that it is wrong to judge me based on human thinking."
"You think I'm a hateful devil, but how many times have I saved you?"
"Have I ever deceived you in all this time?"
Watson kept asking questions, forcing Lorenzo to the edge of the cliff.
"We just have the same purpose...just like humans and ants."
She smiled somewhat evilly.
"I am a human being, and you are that tiny ant. With your abilities, it is difficult for you to even observe my whole face."
Yes, if the analogy is true, it is impossible to directly and completely observe the whole picture of human beings with the ant's field of vision. Human beings are just one huge fragment after another under the ant's field of vision, just like being in high altitude. You cannot completely observe it.
Remember what the old Dunling looked like. The complex structure and details are beyond the control of an ant's simple brain.
"So in other words, you ants need to eat insects, and I hate insects. So although our goals are different, the result of achieving the goal is actually the same."
Humans kill insects simply because they hate their presence in their homes, while ants kill insects for food.
"Think about it, some unknown and terrifying existence helped you kill Dean Lawrence, but did she really want to help you?"
Watson leaned close to Lorenzo's ear, and his breath revealed extreme coldness.
"With the human way of thinking, you will never understand me."
Unobservable, indescribable, incomprehensible.
"This is the real indescribable, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."