The space in the cabin is not too big, and as the Voyage to Dawn moves forward, the whole thing shakes slightly.
It seemed that these people did not care about the comfort of this war machine. The air was filled with a faint smell of engine oil, the light above the head flickered briefly, and a monotonous ticking sound continued. That was the cover placed in the cabin.
Leather counter, its indicator is stable and glows with stable bright green color.
Seleu sat in the corner, and Kestrel helped her fasten her seat belt because it was too bumpy.
Her condition didn't look very good, or very bad. Her face was expressionless and she was staring at something in the center of the cabin.
It was a cargo platform, and it was locked in place by leather straps to prevent it from sliding. There was a person lying on it, wearing a coat and a uniform. He was fast asleep, and his whole body was shrunk.
In the shape of insect eggs.
After a period of vigilant observation, Arthur confirmed Lorenzo's coma and transferred him to the Sail to Dawn. In fact, according to everything so weird before, the safest way is to dominate the Shrike and bombard him again. After all, this person is dead.
The resurrected guy looks extremely dangerous no matter how you look at it.
But after a brief psychological struggle, Arthur gave up this idea. What happened to Lorenzo was a strange unknown to them, and the best way to deal with the unknown was to accept it, understand it, and transform the unknown.
To be known. To categorically destroy the unknown is only to escape.
There is another person in the cabin. Kestrel is sitting on the other side holding a preheated thermite rifle. Originally according to the containment procedures of the purge agency, there should now be a circle of tough men guarding Lorenzo, with at least dozens of aluminum rifles.
The thermal rifle is pointed at him, and if something unusual happens, we must ensure that this lunatic can be melted into a statue as soon as possible.
But... this is obviously unreliable for this mysterious psychopath. The horrific shelling and crude oil explosion just now failed to kill him, let alone these ridiculous thermite rifles.
So Kestrel was the only one left. Although he had some trust in this demon hunter, after seeing everything that was terrifying just now, Kestrel still thought it would be better to bring a weapon, although he was not sure whether this thing could fight Lorenzo.
But at least it gives me some peace of mind.
"How are you?"
Except for the rumble of the engine, the cabin was extremely quiet. Kestrel couldn't bear the damn calm, so he talked to Seliu on the side.
"It's... not bad."
Seliu responded in a low voice. Her brain was still a little down. So many things happened in an instant. The girl's world was torn apart and reorganized several times.
Everyone needs to talk, and the sudden conversation made the solemn atmosphere relax a bit.
"I've never seen Lorenzo like this."
she said.
"What kind of thing? I've seen a lot of this kind of peerless macho state... You don't know how exciting it feels when you see him in the demon tide."
Kestrel recalled the first time he saw Lorenzo, that train of Glory filled with demons. The demon hunter was able to hold back the tide of death by himself.
"To be honest, with this psycho around, sometimes I feel so safe."
Seliu felt a little surprised, and then she said.
"You seem to know each other very well. He never tells me these things. Sometimes I don't even know what he is thinking."
Kestrel's eyes changed slightly, and he realized something.
"This is normal. After all, we are fighting monsters and avoid taking innocent people into the water. We will minimize our interactions with ordinary people."
"You have also seen that the demon is obviously far away from your world, but because of Lorenzo, you were involved in such a terrible incident."
As if recalling something, Kestrel continued talking.
"Actually, that's it. Ever since I entered this industry, I've been like an autistic child. I don't have a normal social circle, and I don't have many friends... In fact, everyone is just like us."
"Don't you feel...sad about this?"
Seliu asked confused.
"But if a friend is targeted by a demon because of his connection with us, it will only make people sadder.
It is better not to have it in the first place than to lose it.”
Kestrel replied calmly.
"In this business, you will always lose something, such as a normal life, just get used to it."
"But it still sounds stupid."
Seliu still couldn't understand. This feeling of giving in vain was unknown to them. It was a dark city wall that would not be recorded even if they died.
"Like what, dying for justice?"
Kestrel asked, nodding to himself as he spoke.
"Yes, that's what it means. I felt the same way when I first entered the industry. I was so stupid that I even said I would die like a fool."
"But...someone has to be a fool, right?"
he said mockingly.
"Some things always need to be done by someone, some are the holders of fire in the darkness, some are the burners of firewood...Some things always need to be done by someone, and that is enough."
Seliu nodded in understanding. She looked at the unconscious Lorenzo, her eyes becoming complicated.
"Are you just such a bunch of idiots?"
"I guess so."
"Only idiots seem to understand each other."
"If you insist on saying that, I can't refute you."
The two of them chatted incessantly.
"However, it would be better to say that we are a group of people gathered for the same goal."
"What kind of goal?"
"To maintain a sane world," Kestrel said, "human beings cannot continue to live in fear."
This was what Lorenzo also said, and Seleu was slightly touched.
The conversation was neither superficial nor profound, just like chatting. The two of them seemed to maintain the tacit understanding they should have, not touching the cruel depth.
"What will you do next?"
"do what?"
Kestrel didn't understand.
The girl adjusted her words and spoke again.
"That's right, what should I do to him?"
She stretched out her hand and pointed at Lorenzo, who was still unconscious.
In Seleu's mind, they would regard Lorenzo as some kind of monster, and maybe this unlucky guy would spend the rest of his life in a strictly controlled prison.
"Oh! Well, this should be taken back to the headquarters for a complete set of examinations, and then isolated for observation."
Kestrel recalled that the previous follow-up containment of Lorenzo probably followed this process. It seemed that their cooperation with this demon hunter was really close.
Just bring it back to him.
"Won't you kill him?"
Seliu was a little worried.
Although he is a small shareholder of this mysterious department, Seliu can already feel their terror from just a glimpse of this mysterious department.
This is a group of machines that act entirely with absolute will, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. It is hard to imagine what would happen if Lorenzo, who was almost assimilated into a demon, fell into their hands.
"Kill him? Why? There are not many great men like Lorenzo left. Without him, this operation will only pay a greater price."
Despite being afraid, Kestrel was still in awe of this demon hunter. After all, not everyone had the courage to launch a suicide attack with a train of crude oil tanks.
Lawrence is so terrifying, cunning and cunning. In the previous fight, if Lorenzo had been a little cowardly, he might have discovered his intentions, causing the entire plan to abort.
But in the end, it all succeeded. The demon hunter not only succeeded in taking Lawrence to death, but also released Seleucid in advance. In fact, in the original plan, the only time Lawrence showed flaws was when he invaded the consciousness of others.
At that time, Lawrence would not be aware of external things, so it was the perfect time for the assassination. In other words, in the original plan, it was Seleu who should die in the explosion.
But Kestrel won't say this. The plan has been successful. There is no need to let the girl know the dark side of the world. After all, there are still many beautiful things.
"But he became like that."
Seliu said slowly.
In fact, everyone has seen that terrifying black-winged angel, that twisted and abominable egg, which has transcended human understanding of demons, and is an unknown that breaks common sense.
"You think he looks like a monster, so you're worried we're going to kill a monster?"
Kestrel accurately discovered the problem with the discourse.
Seliu was stunned for a moment, and after a while she nodded.
"Don't worry, the value Lorenzo brings is enough for us to ignore his risks. Let alone kill him, we may invite the best doctors to ensure that he can recover quickly so that he can continue to work hard. After all, there are so many monsters.
He can't kill them all in a short while, and looking at his excitement, he seems to like this job quite a bit."
Seliu's eyes were strange. Under Kestrel's bad words, his worry about Lorenzo turned into a state of, "This must be some black-hearted company. How could I invest in such a thing?"
The atmosphere was a lot more relaxed for the time being, and Kestrel liked it very much. It was much better than the solemn feeling just now. The atmosphere before had always given him a feeling that Lorenzo might suddenly get up and lose control, and become a complete monster.
Transformation, with the premonition that everyone will die together.
It's much better now, it's like changing from escorting a dangerous target to sending Lorenzo to the crematorium, choosing a good cemetery for him in Old Dunling, and then saying goodbye to this ghost guy amidst laughter and laughter.
Kestrel laughed stupidly, and this sudden smile made Seliu a little hairy.
In fact, Kestrel is also a bad person. He talks bad words when he is nervous, as if this can relieve himself of stress. Just like telling cold jokes in front of a demon, no matter how depressing the atmosphere is, he will turn it into shit.
"You still don't understand this group of us. We are idiots who gathered for the same goal. For this goal, we don't even care about our lives. Do we still care about whether our colleagues are monsters?"
Despite what he said, Kestrel still clung to the thermite rifle.
"What do you think is the standard for judging a human being as a human being?"
He asked immediately.
"Looks like a human, has a body like a human, can speak, can think, or does it have the same body structure as a human?"
Kestrel's continuous questions left the girl at a loss.
"Do you know about the Ship of Theseus?"
"A large ship sailing on the sea has constantly replaced planks from the beginning until all the original planks have been replaced... Is it still the same ship as it was at the beginning?"
Seleu likes reading very much, she knows what it is.
"In fact, the demon hunters are the ship of Theseus. From the moment they implanted the secret blood, they moved in an inhuman direction."
"The secret blood is constantly transforming them, making them stronger, stronger, and longer..."
Kestrel said as he looked at Lorenzo, who was unconscious in the center. He looked more like a "demon" who maintained human form and was in a stable state than a human being.
"Do you think Lorenzo is still human? How can anyone survive such trauma, don't you think?"
Kestrel looked at the girl again. She obviously didn't know how to answer Kestrel. She had never been exposed to such a world, a mysterious and dark world.
"But how can you say that Lorenzo is not human?"
From a physiological point of view, Lorenzo is indeed not human. He is a hybrid of demon and human. He is an alien wandering between two worlds. He does not belong to either side and will never belong to either side.
But how could he not be a human being? He has been fighting monsters from a human perspective, maintaining a rational world, and burning out all fear with the flame in his hand.
"In the final analysis, this thing is actually quite philosophical. To put it another way, if a person's brain is removed and soaked in nutrient solution to maintain his life... he does not have a human body and cannot even communicate with others.
If not, then is he still human?
Or a disabled guy uses steel and machinery to make up for the missing parts, but what is the difference between this and a demon hunter transformed by secret blood? They have both been transformed by external forces, so is he still a human being?
"
Kestrel said firmly.
"No, these are not the criteria that determine a person's behavior. The real criterion that determines a person's behavior is will."
"will?"
Seleu asked.
Kestrel nodded seriously and said.
"Yes, will, human will, unyielding will."
He said mockingly.
"Do you think those who commit evil are still human beings? They have human bodies, human structures, and human appearances, but do you think they are really human beings? No, they are just beasts wearing human skins.
"
Kestrel looked at the sleeping man in the center.
"Lorenzo Holmes is a real human being. Although he is a monster and an extremely dangerous demon hunter, he is still a human being, a complete human being."
"The monster's body contains human will, pure will. This is an unchangeable fact."
"Although he is simply talented but not moral in some aspects, you have to admit that he does have his own bottom line, a bottom line that cannot be crossed. That bottom line shapes the will of mankind, so he raises a burning fire in the darkness.
"
"Will is the criterion for judging people, and this is human beings. Even if you know you are a fool, you still have no hesitation."
"Charge towards the hopeless place of death!"
Kestrel said angrily, but his hand was still tightly holding the thermite rifle, and he smiled as he spoke.
"Of course, it's normal to be afraid. After all, we are human beings. Human beings are destined to be imperfect. It's normal to be afraid of cowardice."
But this is why the kestrel is in awe of Lorenzo. The demon hunter never seems to know what fear is. The fire of anger is burning like a damn naughty child. No matter whether you are afraid of fear or darkness, light the fire first.
.
At the end of the speech, he became calm and silent.
Seleu looked at the guy sleeping in the center, as if he had gotten to know Lorenzo all over again.
There is a paranoid heart in that monster-like body.
Some are ridiculous, some are crazy, some are angry, the human heart.