Joey felt that the conversation was becoming more interesting, and he looked at the slightly reserved Sigg.
This man had always given him the impression of being a timid, autistic and introverted person, but now listening to what he said, it was obvious that this man was more than that, and those were just his appearances.
"People are complicated, aren't they? The same person has multiple faces, just like Lorenzo."
Sigg always mentioned Lorenzo intentionally or unintentionally, as if this detective had some attractive magic power.
"How to say?"
There was still plenty of time, and Joey still had a lot of free time to chat with him.
"Lorenzo never tries to hide anything, and you should be able to feel it, right? He is a complete lunatic, the kind with a tendency to self-destruct, but he never hides that he is a lunatic, and sometimes even leads to
Proud."
"In some ways, he is very candid. I have always been afraid of the conflict between him and Mrs. Van Roode. You also know her character, right?"
Hearing what Sigg said, Joey thought of the grumpy old lady, and he began to understand Sigg's worries.
"Once a conflict breaks out, it is likely to end in blood, but Lorenzo has never done anything excessive. It's like he turns into a madman when he goes out, but after stepping through the door, he becomes normal again."
Sigg thought about Lorenzo.
"He is like a dead tree..."
He said softly.
"You can peek inside a dead tree that is old and dying. From the cracked tree lines, there is a raging fire burning inside, burning from the inside out bit by bit, carbonizing everything about it until it dies."
"But even so, there are still new green shoots on the dry surface... So I think Lorenzo is very interesting, very interesting. I have always been curious about how he became like this."
Shige said, his words had a strange feeling, and Joey couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"You should ask him personally. Aren't you his roommate?"
"But he is very dangerous... People like to chase danger, but at the same time, people will hesitate before that danger, just like... the dark side of human nature."
Sigg continued to state. He looked at the other people in the mutual aid association. There were men, women, old and young. Everyone seemed normal and harmonious.
"Look, everyone is so friendly, just like brothers."
Looking at them, some people have already started exchanging contact information, while others are preparing to go on a trip together.
"Joy, can you imagine? This is a group of people who almost fell into that fatal hallucination before. They sold their property for the sake of short-lived and illusory happiness. Some of them even went astray..."
The voice gradually became gloomy, and what Sigg said was not a lie. Things like this may be happening in the lower city now.
"I used to think that human nature and even the world have two sides, either black or white, good or evil. But the longer I come to Jiudunling, the more clearly I can realize my mistake. There is no such thing as good or evil.
Evil is just a hazy gray."
Sigg lowered his head. Rather than talking to Joey, he seemed more like he was talking to himself at this moment.
"Everyone is a mass of ever-changing gray, a pitiful body of self-contradiction, composed of black and white. When you are good, there will be more white parts, and when you are evil, there will be more black parts. There is no so-called absolute.
"
"Contradiction runs through each of them. I am very curious about everything about Lorenzo, but I am too afraid to step forward."
Sigg looked at Joey, who had been silent for a long time, and said helplessly.
"I usually talk very little."
"It can be seen that you are very conflicted. You want to communicate with others, but you are afraid of it. Even what you told me is just through mutual help, right?"
Joey briefly analyzed Sigg. Everyone is contradictory. He is like this, so is Joey, and so is Lorenzo.
"It feels good to say it." Sigg laughed. Even after spending so much time in Old Dunling, he still had very few friends, or even no friends at all.
He murmured lowly.
"Just like this, human beings are social animals. We can see countless similar people when we walk on the street, but there are very few people who can really see our hearts, and we will always be in the loneliness of our souls."
"What did you say?" Joey didn't hear him clearly.
"Nothing." Sigg said.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the scene became silent, and even people's conversations became weaker. Just when Joey was confused, magnificent music sounded, and the old pipe organ started to operate again, and the melody changed from the copper-colored mottled
It gushes out from the pores and fills every part of this space in an instant.
The melody is quick and short, and by the time you realize that you want to listen carefully, it is over. Then a man slowly walks over, smiling and waving to everyone.
"It seems that everyone is in good mental condition. I hope you will end this pain as soon as possible," the man said.
His status seemed to be very respected, applause and whistles were heard constantly, and some people even came up to him and gave him a big hug.
"Who is he?" Joey was a little confused. He had never seen such a person in the mutual aid group.
"Psychiatrist." Sigg explained for him.
This mutual aid club is not an ordinary mutual aid club. After all, what everyone wants to quit is not addiction to cigarettes or alcohol, but dangerous hallucinogens. A large amount of data shows that some people will become crazy after forcibly quitting hallucinogens. For this reason
The psychological condition of these people requires constant attention.
The man is the new psychiatrist, and he will provide free psychological consultation to everyone in this mutual aid association.
"I don't remember this position ever happening before," Joey said.
"I don't know. Anyway, he came with a piece of paper. It was said that he was a doctor from Black Mountain Hospital. Everyone was a little scared at first, but then it got better. He was quite popular with everyone, so they didn't care.
"Hig replied.
Sigg has always felt that self-narration in mutual aid groups is more like a spiritual self-narration, opening up all lines of defense and showing one's true nature. When facing strangers, this feels very bad, as if the spiritual level has been stripped naked.
Others see it the same.
The doctor was not old, he looked less than thirty, and he had a standard smile on his face, which was just right, neither stiff nor artificial.
Black Mountain Hospital?
Joey knows where Black Mountain Hospital is, but not all people there are related to monsters. To a certain extent, most doctors are normal people, but they don't know that the projects they are researching are related to monsters.
This is a very likeable guy, but for some reason, this is the first time Joey has seen this man, but he instinctively resists him, as if he subconsciously regards him as an unfriendly person.
The man was greeting one after another. There were so many people, and in a blink of an eye he had greeted half of them, and he was about to arrive at Joey's place.
Joey didn't want to talk about these useless things. He looked at the time and saw that it was time to go back.
"Xig, actually Lorenzo is not that dangerous, but..." Joey paused, and after hesitating for a few minutes, he still warned Shigg, "But don't touch Lorenzo too deeply, it's really dangerous, literally
It’s so dangerous.”
Judging from the fact that Sigg and Lorenzo have been roommates for such a long time without any problems, they really don’t communicate much. Otherwise, this unlucky roommate would have been haunted by darkness and killed by a monster that suddenly appeared one night. Lorenzo
Renzo seems indifferent, but in fact he is trying to protect these unfortunate people.
"What about you? Joey, are you also in such danger?" Higger asked.
Joey paused as he stood up and left. After a moment of silence, he answered.
"Almost, I'm sorry, we can only be friends for a while." He said sincerely, and then left quickly as if he was avoiding something.
This is the price of joining the purge agency, or the price of knowing the dark thing. Joey seems to be a normal person, but like Lorenzo, he has long since lost his normal life.
Of course, there are still some advantages. For example, if Joey hates someone, just communicate with him more, go out to have a meal or go shopping when he has nothing to do. It may not take long for that guy to be knocked on the door by a demon.
He walked out quickly. According to the time, he should go back to work. Although he didn't come out for a long time, he hoped that nothing would happen.
The situation in Old Dunling has become more and more serious. It is also for this reason that Joey is also feeling tired and can't stand it anymore, so he comes to the mutual aid association to calm down his mood. The communication between people can indeed be a lot of relief, but
Then his steps suddenly stopped and he turned around by accident.
Joey stood on the street, looking at the place where he had just come out. The tall buildings were built with white bricks. Time had left countless scratches on them, and new branches and buds were growing in the gaps.
It tells the story of its age.
He clearly remembered that the mutual aid club was not here before, but in a small house between the buildings. But when he came today, he was informed that they had moved here. Joey always had a strange feeling, but he couldn't explain it.
come out.
Joey remembers this place. Its name is St. Mary's Cathedral. But with the decline of the Evangelical Church and the passage of faith, those names have never been mentioned. Few people come here. It is so majestic, but like
It was as if someone had deliberately forgotten about it.
As time goes by, more and more people have forgotten its name and simply call it Whitechapel based on its crude appearance.
Time was running out. Joey resisted the strange feeling. He comforted himself that this was a normal phenomenon. After all, people who fight against monsters would have some mental problems. He left without turning his head, and followed him.
After leaving, the deep voice sounded again, as if someone was singing loudly from behind the white wall.
The melody rises until it reaches the highest point and then falls suddenly.