Under the absolute darkness, time and space are blurred, just like being in an eternity of another meaning, where everything is frozen and will never change qualitatively, beauty will be retained, and pain will be frozen.

Walking in this endless night, everything was pitch black and nothing could be seen. But the strange thing was that there was no light, but Lorenzo could still clearly see Watson standing next to him.

The journey seemed to have no end, and Lorenzo didn't know exactly how long he had walked, but he didn't feel monotonous. Instead, he enjoyed it all because he was with his friends, so the darkness was no longer scary.

But he also understood that when he walked out of that small room, he was no longer the innocent boy. There were some things he should know and accept.

So it was time to end it. Lorenzo turned his head and asked Watson.

"Want to take a break?"

"Have a rest? That's fine."

She nodded and agreed.

Watson waved his hand, and the night was split open, revealing a clear night sky with stars shining brightly, like gems inverted in the sky.

A deep chill passed by, and the ground under his feet was covered with a layer of gray snow. Amidst the rolling cold wind, Watson sat on the bench and swept away the fallen things for Lorenzo.

snow.

"Ah... is it because I respect 047 very much? In my memory, he is actually so steady... although I think he would be more comedic, such as saying some random nonsense."

Lorenzo talked about his memories.

"Maybe, but if he is really alive, he probably wouldn't be able to laugh in that situation. He would still check the atmosphere to some extent." Watson thought for a moment and replied.

"How can he still watch the atmosphere? I always thought he was a person who could laugh out loud at a funeral."

Speaking of this, memories were brought back. They were bad memories, mixed with the smell of the sea breeze. Lorenzo thought for a while and added.

"Well, he seems to really be able to laugh."

Lorenzo and Watson looked at each other, held back for two seconds, and then laughed. It was indeed a good part to tease old friends.

Lorenzo looked at his [gap], he paused for a while, and then asked.

"Actually, you are fully capable of dragging me out of the hallucination of the Unspeakable, right?"

"Um."

Watson did not deny it, she said.

"I have a power close to that of Roger and Lawrence. Perhaps because I have always maintained the form of a ghost and do not have a fixed body, I can control the [Gap] more easily than they do."

"Is that so? Then why don't you just save me from the hallucination?"

Lorenzo sat down, the surroundings were quiet, there were only him and Watson in this lonely world, this was a world that belonged to them alone.

He didn't have to face those things. She could have torn apart all the bonds and freed her soul completely.

"Because there are some things that you need to come out on your own, Lorenzo," Watson said calmly, "I think this is a good opportunity for you to reconcile with yourself."

"You have been trapped in that Holy Night. Even if you have found your true self, you are still reluctant to let go of the past, aren't you?" Watson said.

"Well, yes, what is this, belated children's education?"

Lorenzo laughed twice. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything interesting to say this time, and he couldn't feel relaxed anymore. He raised his head and looked at the stars.

"What about you? Watson, have you come out of that night?"

After hearing Lorenzo's question, Watson fell silent, she said nothing.

"Speaking of it, we haven't talked so sincerely for a long time. Maybe this will be the last time."

Lorenzo was a little sad. He was a smart man, and he understood some things from the moment he walked out of the hut.

"You were trapped that night too, weren't you?"

Watson remained silent, her eyes lowered, and Lorenzo didn't know what she was thinking.

"I probably understand what you are going to do."

Lorenzo murmured.

He knew what Watson was going to do. It was a terrible, ulterior secret that would wake him up in the middle of the night even if it was buried deep in his heart.

"It's a pity, Lorenzo, someone needs to put an end to this..."

Watson finally spoke, her voice trembling and full of hesitation.

"I...I never know how to tell you this. I think all I need to do is take action. Anyway, as long as I die, I don't have to worry about these things."

"Is this an escape?" Lorenzo asked.

"Probably," Watson said, "but at that moment, I felt that this was a good opportunity for you to accept all this."

It felt good to say it out. Just like Lorenzo said, Watson had kept these secrets in her heart for so long that she almost forgot that she could communicate with others.

"I'm different from you. I haven't walked out of that night yet. I'm like a ghost that has traveled through countless years. All my friends died that night. Apart from you, the world now means nothing to me.

There is no connection at all.

Muddle-headed, like a walking corpse."

Watson sighed, she also missed everything in the past, far more than Lorenzo.

"But you are different, Lorenzo. You did it. You started a new life, made new friends, and countless threads firmly connected you to the world. You integrated into this new world.

world, you will live happily."

Watson suddenly turned his head and stared at Lorenzo, as if he wanted to carve his face into his soul.

"You will leave here and go back to Old Dunling, back to Cork Street. You will continue to be your detective, drinking and chatting with your friends every weekend. You will live the life you want, although it is too late.

Long.

But I can’t do it, I belong here and I can’t leave.”

"But……"

Lorenzo wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Watson. She raised her hand, pressed it on Lorenzo's lips, and said seriously.

"It's nothing, Lorenzo. You still have a chance to come back, but I can't. I'm too close to the end of sublimation. Even if I survive, it's still possible for me to become a new person after thousands of years."

The road makes this dark fate reincarnate again."

By eradicating the demon, the forbidden bloodline will be cut off and there will be no possibility of revival.

"You know what to do, right from the beginning."

Watson's tone became gentle, and looking at the expressionless Lorenzo, she continued.

"I think you should be able to accept this."

Lorenzo's expression wavered, as if he wanted to say a thousand words, but in the end they turned into a long sigh.

Of course he knew all this and why Watson let him walk out of the hut. Lorenzo knew everything, but like a panicked child, more often than not, he didn't want to face it and just ran for his life.

But Lorenzo couldn't continue to escape. Just like a story that has come to an end, everything has reached its end and there is no way back.

Finally, Lorenzo responded.

"Well, I think I can accept it. Even if I can't accept it, I will live and work hard." Lorenzo did not escape this time. "I can't die like this. I still have friends waiting for me."

Me, a wonderful life is waiting for me, and I still have your expectations."

"I think I'll be sad for a long time, maybe a few months, maybe a few years... but wounds have to heal, right?"

In response, Watson smiled, stretched out his hand to hold Lorenzo's head, and held him in his arms.

"I...I have always wanted to do something for you, Lorenzo, as my only, last, only connection with the world."

The body in his arms trembled slightly.

"I will always live in your memory, and as long as Lorenzo Holmes exists, I will not truly die."

Watson's voice gradually became ethereal, something was collapsing, silently in the darkness.

The ice beneath him began to collapse, and the convolutional winds whipped up heavy blizzards, almost like a doomsday, almost engulfing everything.

Lorenzo felt the last warmth, and Watson's whispers rang in his ears.

"The savior also needs to be saved."

All things in the world merge into one, turning into vast gray and vast chaos.

…

Chaos and darkness overflowed from the well of sublimation, filling the entire stasis temple. But in this hard-to-reach black mist, a brilliant and dazzling light gradually flashed. The light became hotter and hotter, and it burst out from a flickering flame into a scorching heat.

of daytime.

The light and heat are breathing evil, and the sound of stinging bubbles is constant, as if the darkness has taken on a physical form at this moment, and is being burned and collapsed by the fire.

The new pope looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief. He was wrapped heavily in thorns, exhausted and covered with scars.

He should have stopped and fallen into that beautiful dream, but now he woke up, like a resurrected demon in mythology, with overwhelming anger.

"how dare you!"

Blazing white fireworks replaced the dark pupils, Lorenzo roared, and with the sound of rage, the thorns that restrained him made cracking sounds. They could no longer restrain this furious beast.

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To be continued...