The scenery outside the window flew by, and the slowly falling snowflakes also started to fall quickly, falling like heavy rain.
"You look like you have a good appetite."
Lorenzo rested his chin and looked at Seleu who was stuffing bread into his mouth and said.
This girl has now completely abandoned those noble auras and doesn't care about her own image.
"It's just that I haven't had anything like this for a long time."
Seleu swallowed the bread.
"Yahweh never lets me eat food from outside. He says it's all junk food."
"It can be seen that you are the continuation of the Stuart family, and he regards you as more valuable than anything else."
Lorenzo also picked up a piece of bread and ate it. Although the demon hunter had extraordinary strength and endurance, he was always uncomfortable when he was hungry.
"But the more he stopped me, the more I wanted to eat, so sometimes I would sneak out."
"Like when you came to see me?"
Every time Seleu came to see him, it would end with Lorenzo taking her to dinner and Yawei coming to pick her up.
"I guess so."
Lorenzo thought about his experience and continued.
"Actually, this is quite easy to understand."
"When I was in the religious order, I could often see those holy and noble priests. On the surface, they were singing praises to the gods, but secretly they were hanging out in bars and casinos."
"Among them was a priest who I once thought was very pious. It turned out that he had the most fun gambling in the casino. I also asked him why he did this, but he said that he didn't understand. The more prohibited it is, the more it will arouse human desire.
*."
"Doctrine says that it is the original sin of mankind. In the face of that terrible temptation, no matter how strong your faith is, it is vulnerable."
But curious...is the desire to explore the unknown also the original sin?
Lorenzo thought about it and couldn't help but touch the cigarette box in his arms, which contained those cigarettes containing mandrake.
"One day later, it was like I suddenly had an enlightenment and figured out everything."
"Maybe sometimes people just need this kind of thing."
"what?"
Seliu asked curiously.
"Forbidden pleasures."
Lorenzo pretended to be mysterious in his answer.
"The confinement of thoughts is temporary. The more you warn, the less afraid humans will be, but... more curious."
"Like fire."
Seleu said.
"Yes, I often hear those people talk about the problems of educating children."
Lorenzo thought of Mrs. Valloode, the story she told Lorenzo.
"No matter how much you warn a child not to get close to the fireplace, he still can't help but be curious and want to touch it. Instead of waiting for something to happen, it's better to make him feel painful from the beginning, so the children will be in awe of the flame."
The sound suddenly stopped, and Lorenzo noticed something, like you know something exists, but you don't know what it is, or even how to describe it.
Humans and demons are so similar in everything in the story.
Lorenzo seems to have glimpsed all the roots. Is it possible that the demon is this "forbidden pleasure"?
No matter how much warning is given, it is useless. Human beings will come into contact with the unknown force sooner or later. Rather than being caught off guard, it is better to release it from the beginning so that human beings can learn to respect the unknown.
A painful scream flashed through his brain, which seemed to be punishment for Lorenzo for noticing the truth.
He frowned and couldn't help but light another cigarette, but before he could take out the cigarette case, Seliu stopped him.
"No smoking on trains."
Lorenzo was stunned and put away his cigarette case with a slightly ferocious expression.
"I actually always thought that people like you don't know how to smoke."
Seliu said.
"For an ascetic, smoking can be considered drinking, right?"
Lorenzo shook his head.
"Just use it to relieve yourself when you feel a little stressed."
"Then you can eat candy."
Seliu stretched out his hand, and there was still a colorful candy wrapper, but no one knew whether it was the strange-flavored candy inside.
"I usually eat sweets when I feel stressed."
She said it casually, but Lorenzo keenly sensed something was wrong.
"You feel stressed?"
The girl's eyes widened deliberately, and then she looked strong.
"Hey, when did Mr. Holmes become so sensitive?"
Seliu looked like he had seen a ghost.
Her voice was deliberately drawn out and full of sarcasm.
"I thought someone like you couldn't understand a girl's mind at all, but I didn't expect you to be so sensitive. Is it a detective's reasoning training? But you don't seem to be a serious detective!"
Lorenzo couldn't help but half-cover his face. Once he was caught by her, he would be chased and beaten by her.
"I'm not a fool, so I should focus on the psychological state of the 'hostage', isn't it right?"
"..."
"oh."
Seliu lowered his head and ate the bread again, and the atmosphere became silent again.
Indeed, she felt some pressure, the pressure of death.
If Lorenzo is right, this lunatic wants to fulfill his long-cherished wish and use himself to kill the rat named Lawrence.
"It's so crowded! Never mind!"
Suddenly a hearty voice sounded. The owner of the voice must be a young and strong guy. Lorenzo heard that the voice was familiar and couldn't help but raised his head.
It was a middle-aged man with some gray hair, wearing black sunglasses... In fact, it was difficult for Lorenzo to judge his age, because he did look very old, but his attitude towards life was very young, almost young.
It didn't work, he greeted every passenger and smiled at each passenger and said hello to the ladies from the door of the carriage.
The atmosphere in the entire carriage was lifted by him, like a happy dance.
Lorenzo moved his eyes back, and he began to pray that he wouldn't sit across from him. This kind of eye-catching guy was the most troublesome.
But then a familiar voice sounded again, and Lorenzo even thought that he was hallucinating something, but then a familiar middle-aged man sat across from him.
Lorenzo was a little dazed, and the man was also a little dazed, because he looked a little familiar to Lorenzo.
"Um...please ask?"
Before he could ask, another man took a seat, and now all the seats were occupied.
Maybe he was worried about something, and he was actually the guy who stirred up the atmosphere.
But as he took his seat, Lorenzo's eyes froze, and the guy froze too. The two looked at each other, and the gazes under the sunglasses were as passionate as long-lost brothers.
The old guy moved his sunglasses down a little, revealing his energetic eyes.
"Classmate Lorenzo Holmes?"
Lorenzo also moved his brown sunglasses down a little.
"Teacher Oscar Wilde?"
Seliu was at a loss when he saw these two guys who suddenly recognized each other, while the middle-aged man on the side, Director Buscaro, started to be frightened when he saw Lorenzo's familiar face.
Although there was no gun on the surface, he knew that the damn Winchester was nearby. He wanted to call the flight attendant, but his heart rate might be too fast. He covered his chest hard and widened his eyes, as if he was about to be beaten.