In the room, Haybold whispered this familiar name. He raised his head and looked at the dim ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.
Lorenzo guessed that Haybold was reading a novel in his room, but he was only half right.
The desk lamp emits a warm light, making the whole room warm, but this light cannot dispel the haze in Hebold's heart. It is like a flickering candle, as if it will be completely swallowed by the darkness in the room in the next second.
Haybold leaned on the head of the bed, with the "Victoria's Secret" between his knees. He read a few pages and tried to put away those messy thoughts, but he couldn't do it. His mind was completely occupied by the task.
, one expected picture flashed before my eyes one after another.
He did not tell Lorenzo that in fact Hebold was one of the only friends Ivar had... It was somewhat inaccurate to say that. To be more specific, Hebold was one of the only friends Ivar had, except for Ivar's brothers.
, people who are willing to get close to him.
Close your eyes, the image of that guy echoes in your mind.
Among the Viking countries that advocated force, every Viking was so powerful under the sculpture of the cold wind, but Ivar was different. He was a thin guy, and he did not look ferocious, but rather feminine.
, and the worst thing is that he is still disabled and unable to stand.
Compared with his heroic brothers, Ivar is so special. Some people say that he is the illegitimate son of the King of Ice and Sea. Some people say that he is the son of an unknown person. His feet were devoured by the devil before he was born. Some people say that he is the illegitimate son of the King of Ice and Sea.
He was the most beloved child of the King of Ice and Sea. According to Viking tradition, a born deformity like Ivar would have been strangled to death in his infancy, but he survived.
In short, since his birth, he has been enveloped in various words.
Before meeting Ivar for the first time, Hebold knew about Ivar through these rumors. He was mentally prepared to meet this mysterious guy, but the result surprised him.
Hebold still remembers the first time he met Ivar, in an empty square, the icy cold wind was raging, and pedestrians were unwilling to stop here. Only that guy was sitting in a wheelchair like a different kind.
Go up and stretch out your hand to play with the sea of flowers.
That is Ivar's favorite flower, a flower called ice heather. The flower looks very ordinary and looks like an ordinary white wild flower.
It is very common in the Viking countries. In that hellish place with freezing weather, only this kind of flower can miraculously survive and bloom. Its smell is very cool, just like the cold wind blowing in your face, when you are in
When among the flowers of ice heather, people can't even tell whether it is the fragrance of flowers or the real surging cold wind.
Yes, that was that time.
"Hebold Achilar, from today on I am your new guard."
Haybold remembers saying this.
Ivar didn't respond. After a long time, he moved his wheelchair and turned his head.
Just as those rumors said, he was a thin guy. Years of paralysis had caused all the muscles in his body to atrophy. His complexion was sickly pale, and his face was thin, as if it had been chopped off with a knife.
Heibald thought a lot at that moment. He felt that Ivar's life was a kind of sadness, and his existence was a shame to the King of Ice and Sea. Guys like him were destined to be unable to go to the hall of God Odin and participate in that eternal game.
The suspended party.
But then Hebold saw Ivar's deep eyes.
To this day, he still can't find the right words to describe the feeling at that time... Speaking based on the feeling alone, Hebold only felt that he was cut at that time.
He was cut by something unknown hidden deep in his eyes.
…
"He is a very strange guy. He likes flowers and plants. He looks soft, but his eyes are extremely ferocious... just like a grumpy puppy. He knows he can't hurt others, but he still likes to howl at others."
Erin slowly told about Ivar.
In her mouth, the eccentric and violent Ivar turned into a harmless puppy. Lorenzo knew very well that this was an adjective that Irene often used, as if she described every man in this way.
, one puppy after another with different personalities, but Lorenzo still felt strange.
"Isn't he alert? A strange woman suddenly approached him." Lorenzo asked, "According to you, Ivar is an extremely lonely and weird guy, but one day a woman came to him... I think
He's not that stupid, is he?"
Eileen's talk stopped.
She has always looked calm, and coupled with her weird disguise, if she didn't always remind herself that the woman in front of her was an enemy, many people would be easily deceived by her.
"Why are you so vigilant? Mr. Holmes."
Erin smiled at him and asked.
“Do you know about supply and demand?”
"I know, but it has nothing to do with what we are talking about." Lorenzo said.
"How could it be irrelevant?"
Irene stood up and approached Lorenzo. Although her body was bandaged and the wound had not healed, it could not restrict her movement.
"It's like giving food to a hungry person, giving wealth to a greedy person, giving care to a poor, lonely guy who was born with a disability... and even love."
For a moment Lorenzo thought of Seleu, who had used what Irene called the "relationship of supply and demand" to please Mrs. Valloode.
"Perhaps...perhaps Ivar himself knows that this is a lie, and knows that I am approaching him with a purpose.
But so what?
His life has been so miserable. The more glorious the Ice King's glory is, the more majestic his brothers' achievements are. The more he will feel ashamed and stressed, and when the love he hopes for comes, it will be like falling into a swamp.
The victim inside, even if you hold out a thorn to him, he will hold on tightly, even if he knows it is poison, he will swallow it without hesitation, right?"
Erin said lightly.
"Just like faith, people always need something to deceive themselves."
Lorenzo smelled the familiar fragrance of flowers, which was cold, like the cold wind blowing on his cheeks. Only then did he realize that Irene was very close to her, and her eyes were almost touching.
"However, you are very similar to him... No, all of you are very similar to Ivar."
Irene stretched out her hand and gently strangled Lorenzo's neck. She didn't have much strength, but she still moved Lorenzo's head little by little, forcing him to look at Irene.
Lorenzo could hear Irene's breathing, and her chest rising and falling slightly with her heartbeat. The shadows and glimmers of light created a delicate face, and the pupils reflected Lorenzo himself like a mirror.
"Mr. Moon, Lorenzo Holmes, and Ivar, sometimes I feel that you two are very similar and seem to have something in common... Let me think about it."
Erin thought about it, her voice filled with joy and teasing.
"Twisted, you are all twisted human beings."
She licked her lips and hugged Lorenzo's face with her hands.
"Did you ever have a family?"
"Have you ever had a close friend?"
"Is there anyone you can't forget?"
She continued to ask.
"Have you ever had... love?"
There was no answer, just silence.
"Yes, you are all such people, you have no place to go, you can only wander in this gray world blankly... I think if you have the chance, you also long for the poison of happiness, right? Loren
Mr. Zoholmos."
Lorenzo pushed Irene away, his face expressionless.
The two stared at each other from a distance. Lorenzo could see Irene's appearance, but Irene couldn't see Lorenzo's face clearly. His back was to the light, and a darkness that could not be dispelled clung to his face for a short time.
After silence, Erin laughed even louder.
"Yes, you are all such people,"
She said, and then the laughter stopped again, and her voice sounded a little sad.
"That's what we all are...the living dead."
She did not explain the meaning of "living dead", and her mood changed rapidly, making it impossible for people to guess her inner thoughts.
Irene lowered her head, like a child being trained, completely different from the strong one just now.
I don't know how long it took, but she seemed to recover from the sense of loss, regained her energy, and looked at Lorenzo with interest, as if she had found a new toy.
"Mr. Holmes, you know, Ivar and the Moon, they all had the same expression on me, like a stray puppy that suddenly saw someone opening its arms to them."
"I assume you are like this too?"
Irene said and opened her hands, as if she wanted to hug Lorenzo.
"Want to come?"
Lorenzo didn't respond, he took a deep breath.
Lorenzo hadn't felt like this for a long time, and Lorenzo felt a slight fear, not the fear of life and death, but someone peeking into a corner of his heart.
But in the same way, Lorenzo also peeked into Irene's heart. Although this damn woman talked a lot, these were all disguises. She was throwing out smoke bombs one after another, trying to cover up the most real thing.
of her.
Lorenzo saw it vaguely.
"To you, everyone is a toy, a puppy, a tool used to achieve a purpose."
Lorenzo said disdainfully.
"Yeah, Erin, you're just as twisted as we are, and you're even more pathetic than us."
He also opened his hand and responded to Eileen with what she said.
"Want a hug? Puppy?"
Lorenzo is good at making disgusting people. He is extremely artificial and full of provocation.
Both of them are extremely cunning villains, and they just had a brief fight. There were no swords, guns, clubs, or blood, just nonsense and nonsense, trying to bring out the truest form of each other.
Erin's expression became lonely, as if her disguise had been torn off.
"We all wear masks, Mr. Holmes, and we are well aware of the lies in life, and we force ourselves to believe them."
It was only at this moment that Irene became serious. She knew very well that her tricks could no longer tease Lorenzo, but would instead make herself look embarrassed.
"So I'm still very curious about Ivar's mood at that time. Even though he knew it was a scam, he still stepped in without hesitation...just for the love and poison you mentioned?"
Lorenzo said while observing Irene's expression.
"Do you think he will regret it? Or does he hate you?"
Irene did not respond. She looked tired and did not maintain her previous disguise. She lay down half-ly. She seemed to be hiding her emotions, but Lorenzo was still keenly aware of it.
"He trusted you so much, but you pushed him into the sea of fire... How many people have you played with like this? Will you feel guilty after this? Or you have said it too many times and you have become accustomed to it."
Lorenzo continued.
Ever since Irene realized that Hebold was here, her mood had been very wrong, and whenever she talked about Ivar, Irene looked very much like herself.
Yes, Lorenzo saw his own shadow in it. He recalled that one night, Seleu questioned him step by step, but the answer he gave was one bad word after another.
Say those bad words to relieve the pressure in your heart and avoid the problem that should have been faced long ago.
What are you hiding? Erin.
Are you really so romantic on the surface, or is there a side hidden beneath your skin that no one knows?
Irene responded with silence. She didn't want to talk about these things. If possible, she didn't even want to think about it, completely forgetting all this bad stuff.
"However, if you talk about deceiving yourself, there are actually some differences among us."
Seeing that Irene stopped talking, Lorenzo brought up the topic again.
"Like the moon."
At the mention of the kestrel, Irene raised her head slightly, with a rare hint of curiosity in her expression. She didn't know what Lorenzo would say next.
"Only a smart guy will realize that these are lies, and only a smart guy will be willing to deceive himself... The moon is different."
Recalling the Kestrel's ridiculous behavior, Lorenzo couldn't help but laugh.
"He's so stupid, you know? He didn't realize it was a lie at first. He thought he had the best afternoon, thought he had met a soulmate, and came back at night to ask you if you would like him.
, although you may never meet again.
He held that stupid fish and squirmed for a long time... Not to mention, that fish tasted pretty good."
Hearing this, Irene couldn't help it anymore and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"Sounds interesting, but judging from his current attitude, the moon doesn't like me very much."
"Of course. In his opinion, you have played with his innocent feelings. Although it is a bit disgusting to say so, that's pretty much it."
Lorenzo spoke slowly.
"Ah... innocence, emotion, destiny, these words really don't fit with us. It's like a violent story suddenly talks about love, hate, and hatred."
Erin's voice paused for a while, and then she continued.
"I am familiar with everything in Maluri Port and the style of the Iron Law Bureau. I will play a big role. I will help you rescue Ivar. Correspondingly, Lorenzo, I need you to ensure that I can survive.
Go down."
"I can't guarantee it. I don't even know if Ivar can be brought out alive."
Lorenzo thought for a while and decided to tell the matter to see Irene's reaction.
"To be precise, Haybold is responsible for rescuing Ivar. I have other things to do during the official operation."
"Hybold?"
Irene became nervous again, and everything fell into Lorenzo's eyes.
"But we can make a deal, Erin."
Lorenzo said suddenly.
"I know you are still hiding secrets. You, Hebold and Ivar, what were you hiding before?"
The harsh tone gradually softened.
"Tell me, Eileen, tell me, and I will keep you alive."
Erin was startled, then shook her head helplessly.
"Mr. Holmes, you look like a sinful villain."
"Thank you for the compliment, and what's your reply?"
Lorenzo was not ashamed but proud.
Erin thought about it again and shook her head again.
"This is a complicated secret," she said, showing her intoxicating smile again, "tortured? I might have done it all."
Lorenzo waved his hand, too lazy to continue paying attention to this woman with many faces.
"It's not necessary. You're not worthy of my 'scrupulousness'."
As he said this, he didn't know why such a picture came to mind.
Erin walked down the sunny street, holding several happy puppies in her hands. She thought about it seriously and found it quite interesting.
The night calmed down again, and there was a faint snore from the room next door. Kestrel lay on the bed with a big character, his expression alternated between laughing and crying, and he didn't know what weird dream he was having.
At the end of the sea level, the brightly lit city looms.