Lorenzo's eyes became solemn and he looked at Sabo. He wanted to know what kind of person he was under the bull's mask.
"Yes, they are all dead. This is what the instructor asked for. When they came back, they thought they would be praised. In fact, they did get it. They tasted delicious food and drank as much hallucinogen as they wanted. Then I sealed the room.
, pour kerosene from the crack of the door, and the hallucinogen will have taken effect when they die. They will only feel the gentle embrace of heaven and sleep in it forever."
Sabo said calmly, not feeling at all that he had done any atrocity.
"Why do you want to kill him..." Lorenzo was about to say something, but then he realized everything, his expression changed, and finally he held the Winchester in his hand tightly.
"That's why you're willing to tell me all this, right?"
The great detective finally realized all the anomalies in this. There is never any nameless kindness. This is true for Lorenzo, and it is also true for Sabo.
"yes."
Sabo nodded, and his tone could not be heard to be happy or sad. Lorenzo had seen such an expression before. People who were dying in Victoria Central Hospital often looked like this. Nothing in the world could disturb them. No.
Whether he is happy or sad, there is only helplessness and calmness about the time of death.
That is a destined fate, and there is no room for change.
"It is not something that mortals can touch. Just knowing its existence is a great sin... Just like the scorching sun, even looking directly at it will cost you your eyes."
"So this is what they pay for? Death," Lorenzo said.
He did not answer Lorenzo directly. The short figure jumped off the chair, swaying, and had an indescribable feeling.
"Death is a kind of relief, at least it is much better than living. Detective, you don't know what it is."
"Does this mean that this is the reason for your kindness? Anyone who knows these things must die, whether it is the crew of the Silver Fish or us at this moment, everyone here tonight must die, right?"
This is why Sabo is so honest. Lorenzo's arrival is just an unexpected surprise. Anyone who steps into this carnival tonight will die. This is a sacrifice that touches the taboo. Only blood and flesh can make it peaceful.
.
The deadly shotgun was pointed at Sabo, and Lorenzo's eyes were completely focused on him. As long as he pulled the trigger, the shotgun would release a cone-shaped barrage, which he was destined to be unable to avoid given his short stature.
"What about you? You also know all this, so will your death also happen tonight?"
Lorenzo asked, if the sacred coffin is really something ineffable and untouchable, then Sabo should also be one of the liquidated ones.
Sabo answered calmly.
"Yes, I will die tonight too."
From the very beginning, Sabo had no intention of letting anyone leave alive. The previous gambling game was just the last game for the dying man. He picked up the rapier with only a few fingers and shook the air lightly with a sound.
There was a roar, and then the blood stained on it fell like rain.
"Stop!"
Eve picked up the revolver on the gaming table. There was only one bullet in the magazine that was firing. At this moment, two guns were pointed at Sabo. They were sure to win.
"Wait Eve!"
Lorenzo suddenly stopped Eve's actions, and his cold eyes became a little confused. He realized the crisis and looked stern.
"So this is your purpose. This is why you have the time to play the coin game with us, right?"
Sabo nodded, and the stabbing sword was sharp and deadly under the control of a few fingers.
"You are Lorenzo Holmes. During the Blood River Massacre, you killed hundreds of gang members with guns and swords. Compared to a detective, you are a skilled murderer, and I am a deformity.
You will definitely not be your opponent in a head-to-head confrontation. Fortunately, you need information, which buys you a long time for the onset of hallucinogens."
This is the hallucinogen that permeates the air. Their original concentration is not high, but due to Sabo's deliberate operation and delay, Lorenzo has inhaled a lot, and hallucinations have appeared in his vision at this moment.
The bull's mask seemed to come alive, and blood flowed on the weird face. Only then did Lorenzo suddenly realize that the mask didn't look like a bull at all, it was just a monster with horns. It was just Lorenzo's common sense that made him
Subconsciously I thought it was a bull.
"Get out of the way! Eve!"
Lorenzo roared angrily and pulled the trigger at the same time. He had already had hallucinations. He could not be sure of the things in front of him. All he could do was to tell Eve to stay away to avoid accidental injury.
But Eve didn't respond to him. There was a bit of panic in the girl's eyes. It could be seen that she wanted to calm down, but the hand holding the gun was trembling. She was also hallucinating.
Under the dome, thunder resounded.
There was no time for Lorenzo to hesitate. The scattered projectiles smashed the gambling table into pieces, but failed to hit Sabo. The short figure was much faster than Lorenzo imagined, and the stabbing sword left a silvery streak in the air.
The trajectory was like that of Yu Ge's hairtail, and then it slashed towards Lorenzo.
In the critical situation, Lorenzo could only draw his cane to resist. The cracked edge of the stabbing sword was like a saw blade, cutting through the outer layer of the wood, and then dazzling sparks burst out.
"The same sword as mine!"
Sabo shouted and then continued to slash down along the cane. The wooden shell completely shattered, and the metal underneath was extremely bright.
Lorenzo was knocked back a few steps by this slash. He could not imagine that such a body could burst out with such strength. Under the struggle, Winchester had no great effect. Lorenzo hung it on
He stood behind him and then tightened his grip on the staff and sword in his hand.
Sabo was right. This was the same weapon as the stabbing sword. It only had a blade and a handle. The sword grid used for protection was long gone.
The sword grid is something on the sword blade used to protect the swordsman. When the two sword blades are in a stalemate, it can protect the swordsman's hand from being cut by the sliding blade, but now neither of them have it on their weapons.
This thing, just like their master, they never care about protecting themselves, or are confident enough to kill the enemy before they hurt themselves.
"You should also be disturbed by hallucinogens, right?"
Due to the effect of hallucinogens, the world in Lorenzo's eyes began to distort slightly. He was unable to determine what he was seeing. Naturally, guns could not capture the enemy, but swords were different. Just like a blind man's crutch, the sword in his hand hit the target.
What comes is true, it will not deceive Lorenzo.
"I'm used to wielding swords in hallucinations. Just get used to this kind of thing. I'm naturally weak, so my methods are naturally a bit despicable. I hope you can understand."
Sabo was holding his sword, and the world in his vision was also distorted, but he had lived here for too long, and it had not affected him at all.
He was born with a deformity, he couldn't run fast or jump high, and he lost a huge part of his fingers in gambling. He wanted to win, he wanted to win so much, he was a loser from the day he was born, he had nothing,
So he must use up everything he can plunder.
"A long time ago, I used to hide a handful of sand in my pocket, and when I threw it in the enemy's face, I would slash their throats with my sword."
Sabo said as he put his other hand behind his back, his body in an arch shape, and the next second he was like an arrow from a string.
Swords collided with everything, and the splashing sparks were like fires under the influence of illusion. After the fire, the monster with horns came ferociously.
Sabo only has a few fingers that can exert force. He is far less powerful than Lorenzo in frontal fighting, so the stabbing sword is like a snake. After the impact, it carries the momentum of the impact and kills at another angle, like a dragonfly touching water.
Never make too many stops.
The stick sword followed Sabo, but then Sabo turned around in the air and the hand that had been hidden behind his back suddenly came out.
Lorenzo had been waiting for this opportunity. Sabo waved the sand in his hand, so Lorenzo directly lifted up his coat to hide Sabo's sight, but to his expectation, what he waved was not sand but dust.
thing.
The small battlefield was instantly filled with red smoke. Lorenzo realized something was wrong after taking the first breath.
This is a hallucinogen, a large dose of hallucinogens.
Holding his breath, Lorenzo rolled out of the cloud of smoke, while behind him, Sabo stood blankly in it, breathing steadily without realizing what he was doing.
His nerves were being invaded. Lorenzo pulled away and took out a cigarette from his arms with trembling hands. It was Lorenzo's favorite. It was filled with refreshing herbs. Although he didn't know if it could resist this hallucinogen.
How long, but better than nothing.
But before Lorenzo could light the cigarette, a hellish fantasy engulfed him. The ground beneath his feet began to become soft, and the surface of his skin felt a little hot, so the chandelier on the dome ignited like the scorching sun.
"You will see this kind of thing after you take it... This is not the kingdom of heaven."
Lorenzo hadn't seen such a scene for a long time. It was like the blasphemous ritual of hell. People's bodies were rotting and damaged under the dance floor. Weird creatures were born from their bodies. The moans of joy had become endless.
Screaming, and in the midst of all this, Sabo slowly walked out of the smoke and dust, and the metal mask completely grew into his head. The steel and his flesh and blood merged into one. Following his ferocious smile, the mask also slowly
Split the dark mouth.
"Aren't heaven and hell relative to each other? For me, this place is already considered heaven."
Looking at the scarlet world, Sabo's voice was mixed with chaos, and he raised the sharp tip of his rapier and pointed it directly at Lorenzo.
"Mr. Holmes, weren't you a pastor? Pray for yourself."
Then the short figure became ferocious, and the air became hotter with this change, as if bathing in lava.
Lorenzo knew very well that these were all hallucinations, but he couldn't find a way out. Now his senses were beginning to be misled. He thought he was standing, but in fact he might have fallen down, and the sword in his hand was no longer there.
More trustworthy.
As for prayer...does anyone really believe in that kind of thing?