The Cape of Raging Waves Military Port is a secret military port belonging to the purification agency. It is also a large industrial area. The mining and refining of lacquer and antimony are carried out here. It can be said that this is the second core of the purification agency. In the old Dunling
After being severely damaged, most of the functions of the purification agency were gradually transferred here. However, due to its secretive existence and the long distance from the old Dunling, it did not have much influence in the hearts of many people.
sense of presence.
"The Horn of Fury?" Lorenzo looked a little confused, "What's there?"
"You'll find out when you get there."
Merlin pretended to be mysterious and said, then reached out and patted Lorenzo on the shoulder.
"We still have some time before we arrive. Take advantage of this time to get some sleep, relax, and don't put too much pressure on yourself."
He really cared about Lorenzo, and before Lorenzo could say anything, he continued.
"I know that sleep is not very important to you demon hunters, but you still need to recharge your batteries, right?"
Speaking of this, Merlin's tone became more relaxed, with a bit of a smile.
"Many times, I really envy your ability. This way I can keep working instead of letting sleep kidnap me."
"It's just not necessary. It's not not necessary at all. It will wear down the body." Lorenzo paused, with a slight smile on his face, responding to Merlin's kindness, "I know, don't worry too much."
many."
"That's good."
Merlin also nodded, retreated to the car door, glanced at Lorenzo again, and then slowly left.
Walking in a slightly narrow carriage, there were cargo boxes piled on both sides, containing deadly metals.
As he walked through one carriage after another, Merlin frowned and thought. He guessed that many people were thinking the same as him, worried about Lorenzo and looking forward to it.
This is the last round of cards on the gambling table. Just as Lorenzo was expected to hunt Roger before, this opportunity to change fate is right in front of him. Everyone can't help but look forward to him. Although it is not stated explicitly, Lorenzo
Zuo must also know all this and bear such pressure.
Merlin was worried about Lorenzo, he knew exactly what it felt like to be expected, let alone expected by so many people.
Expectation sometimes becomes people's driving force, and they keep moving forward for someone's expectations, but sometimes it is also a double-edged sword. Countless expectations will oppress people like heavy stones, making them hesitant and slow.
, until it was completely crushed at a certain moment.
Thinking of this, Merlin couldn't help but turn around, as if his eyes could see Lorenzo through all the obstacles.
"Lorenzo..."
Merlin muttered in a low voice.
…
"call……"
Lorenzo did not fall asleep, his eyes were slightly bloodshot. He took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to dissipate the pressure on his chest, but this was in vain, making him feel more and more tired, but it was not the time to be tired yet.
A strange feeling came to my mind at this moment, as if invisible cold water was slowly soaking through my body.
Lorenzo knew exactly why. She could have arrived quietly, but maybe she was afraid of panicking. She usually reminded herself like this, like knocking on the door.
【How are you?】
The voice rang in my mind, it was Watson's voice.
"well enough."
Lorenzo repeated, he always felt that this kind of conversation had happened many times in the past few days, and he had responded with the same answer many times.
【You are not good, you look bad now.】
"Yes," Lorenzo said expressionlessly after the lie was exposed, "but there's nothing I can do about it. I can't tell them. In fact, I'm too scared myself."
Watson was silent and did not respond. Sometimes she seemed to be Lorenzo's only listener.
In Lorenzo's heart, Watson's status is different from that of others. Watson is the only one who has witnessed everything about him, and is also the only connection left between Lorenzo and his past life.
Others know Lorenzo's present, but only Watson knows Lorenzo's past.
So many times when facing Watson, Lorenzo would rarely completely relax and release a side of himself that no one had ever seen before.
"This feeling is quite amazing. On the one hand, you will feel that you are a hero and are respected by everyone. Everyone is expecting you to pick up the sword and chop all these messy things to death. On the other hand, it is a bit bad.
Even if you are not sure about something, you have to go for it because you are their hero, and heroes cannot back down."
【Do you want to escape?】
"How is that possible!" Lorenzo said loudly, but his voice soon became low again, "Even without the expectations of these people, I still have to do this, right? I have to drive away all the monsters, this is destined.
"
【Then what?】
"Then... I can't explain clearly. My mood now is complicated, so complicated that I can't explain it clearly."
Lorenzo was talking to himself. He looked out the window. The sky was getting brighter and the distance was right in front of him.
"It's like...like a book that's been written for a long time and it's finally coming to an end."
He lit another cigarette, held it in his mouth, and puffed out the smoke.
"I asked Oscar before how he felt when a book ended. He said he was very scared. Everything happening now is like a dream. As it ends, the dream will be broken... No one
Know what the reality after the dream is like."
【Are you afraid of the future?】
"I don't know, but I think I won't be afraid of the future. It's just like when I came to Old Dunling to start a new life. After all this is over, it will be just another new life."
Lorenzo's speech gradually slowed down, his eyes blurred, and then he found what he feared in the unpredictable future.
"I guess I'm afraid of 'change'?"
【Change? What kind of change?】
Watson's voice echoed in his ears. This feeling was quite strange. Lorenzo couldn't see her, but he knew very well that Watson was beside him.
"Probably... the familiar world has changed beyond recognition. Who knows what the golden age was like? What's more, will there really be a seat for us in such a sunny era?"
【Are you afraid that someone will leave you?】
Watson put it bluntly.
Lorenzo's voice paused, and he returned his gaze to the car, looked at the sleeping people, shook his head with a smile, and then said uncertainly.
"Who knows? But I don't want anyone to die. That kind of experience, once is enough."
His voice was somewhat gloomy. The reason why he became "Lorenzo Holmes" was because of that tragic night, during which Lorenzo almost lost everything.
"What about you? Watson."
Lorenzo suddenly turned his words to Watson, this invisible, ghost-like friend.
【What's wrong?】
Watson didn't understand why Lorenzo suddenly mentioned her.
"What about you?" Lorenzo continued, "It's strange to think about it. You have been following me, watching my life like a bystander. Do you have a good life? Experience this new life.
.”
Since the night of Holy Advent, Watson has been attached to Lorenzo like a ghost, following him and witnessing him.
Everything about Lorenzo was playing out before her eyes like a stage play, but everything belonged to Lorenzo and not to Watson, so Lorenzo was very curious.
"The new life is very good, you should experience it."
The conversation fell into silence, and after a long time, Watson's voice came belatedly.
[I have no new life, Lorenzo.]
It was expected, but when he actually heard this, Lorenzo's eyes couldn't help but dim a bit.
[I’m different from you, I couldn’t leave, and I’m still trapped in that night.]
Watson's voice was very calm, and no emotion could be heard.
"That's not okay, Watson. One has to look forward... at least you can start by making more friends."
Lorenzo racked his brains and came up with this passage.
Watson doesn't have many friends, or in other words, her only friend is Lorenzo. If it hadn't been for the battle with Roger, Watson might have continued to hide in the darkness, and even the purge agency would have been hard-pressed to know about it.
Watson's existence.
"Actually, I have been afraid of something since the end of the world."
Facing Watson, Lorenzo was extremely relaxed, and his chat box also opened up, some and some not.
"Forgetting is really a terrible thing, so sometimes I wonder, are you just my imagination?"
【Fantasy?】
"Yes, only I can hear the voice, and only I can realize your existence. You are a ghost that only belongs to me. This is like a mental patient's fantasy, a fictional friend who does not exist."
Lorenzo wanted to reach out and touch Watson, but in vain, Watson did not exist, she was an invisible ghost.
"Look, if one day you suddenly disappear, I don't know where to look for you. Even if I tell others, I can't. No one will believe me. I believe that there is such a ghost that has been haunting me.
.”
[This is impossible, Lorenzo.]
Watson couldn't understand that other people already knew about Watson's existence, not to mention that Watson was not his imagination, she was just... just a little special.
Intangible and formless, like a ball of wind that cannot be grasped, no one can find her if she is willing.
"I know it's impossible, it's just an analogy, you know." Lorenzo's voice was very soft, as if he was about to fall asleep.
【What exactly do you want to say?】
"I want to say that your connection with this world is too little."
【I do not understand.】
"Normally, it took me a long time to understand these things. It is really difficult to learn from scratch," Lorenzo saw the buildings emerging at the end of the horizon, "not to mention that there is not much time left... but
I think it’s never too late to start.”
"This is a bit like...the meaning of existence. After all this is over, is there anything you want to do? I have a lot. I will probably have a good night with these people, clean up the office, and then...
As before, after different commissions, if it is a holiday, I will go to them and chat with them.
What about you? Watson, what do you want to do?"
Lorenzo chattered, full of expectation.
【Eradicate the demon.】
"No, no, no, I mean, what happens after the demons are eradicated?" Lorenzo was a little sad, "No, right? You haven't thought about that. Your connection with this world is very weak."
【This kind of thing is not important to me.】
"Yeah, yeah, it doesn't matter," Lorenzo said as if he was looking at his past self, "This sounds so familiar."
"I had the same mentality as you before. The more connections there are, the more constraints there are. Before there were all these messy things, I could leave just as I said. But I can't do that now. I'm bound by countless connections.
, I felt quite panicked at first, as I had never encountered anything like this before, but as time went by, I felt that this was pretty good.
The distance between us and the world has been shortened... and we have become... more like ordinary people? Not that cold-blooded, not that crazy, but just... flesh and blood, very normal.
This sounds a little strange, but I think it's really good. This is something we have never had...or maybe we have had it, but it was too short-lived, so short that we didn't even notice it."
Lorenzo stopped as he spoke, and then sighed.
"It's really strange. This kind of thing that is so easy for ordinary people to have is so far away from us..."
After a long silence, Lorenzo asked tentatively.
"Are you still there? Watson."
No one responded. She probably couldn't stand Lorenzo's nagging, or maybe something happened, so she left quietly without Lorenzo noticing.
It was also at this time that Lorenzo felt another line of sight.
"You are very noisy."
Kestrel turned his head and looked at Lorenzo sleepily.
"What are you talking to yourself about?"
"No...nothing."
Kestrel glanced at Lorenzo a few more times. He wanted to ask a few more questions, but sleepiness overcame him. The guy twisted around and fell asleep again, leaving only Lorenzo awake.
Lorenzo's eyes were slightly dull, and then he sighed helplessly.
As he said, without these prerequisites, Watson would be like an illusory fantasy to Lorenzo, a ghost that echoes endlessly.
He didn't know what would happen in the end, so he could only wait for the outcome of it all with anticipation and fear.
But what Lorenzo didn't notice was that his figure was reflected in the car window mirror, but there was another blurry figure sitting on the empty chair next to him.
She was like a ghost, silent, just staring at Lorenzo with complicated eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
In this way, the picture seemed to have solidified, maintaining this scene, as if it was about to reach eternity, until bursts of loud sirens tore this false eternity into pieces.