When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar and reassuring ceiling. There were many new posters posted on it, some of which were for newly opened restaurants, and some of which were tourism promotions. They were piled on top of each other in a mess. Sleepily, they were covered with posters.
Tears smeared into large patches of color, like blooming flowers.
Lorenzo heard the noise coming from downstairs, but didn't pay much attention to it and had no intention of getting up. Instead, he lay lazily on the bed, almost sinking into the softness of the quilt.
He wanted to sleep for a while, closed his eyes, and darkness came, but he couldn't fall asleep.
I'm a little bored, so why not talk to someone as usual.
"magnificent……"
Lorenzo subconsciously wanted to call someone, but halfway through saying the name, he paused. After a few seconds, he said leisurely.
"Has it been this long?"
The dark fate has been ended, and the nightmare has ended with it. This is true, but sometimes Lorenzo always feels an inexplicable fear, as if all this happened yesterday, the evil transcended time and stretched out its claws towards him.
, try to crawl out of the graveyard.
Looking at his bedroom, everything was the same as before, but Lorenzo knew that changes had quietly occurred, and everything would never go back to how it was at the beginning.
He still remembered that when he was bored, he would lie in bed and talk to Watson, looking at the posters on the ceiling, thinking about which restaurant he should visit this afternoon, or whether he should go to the street and get a few more posters to fill in the damaged ones.
place, or go to Xiacheng District to beat up a few unlucky guys to kill some time...
"ah……"
Lorenzo groaned meaninglessly and reluctantly got up from the bed.
Every time he moves his body, there will be a sharp pain deep in the flesh and blood. This is very torturous, but Lorenzo's physical condition is undoubtedly much better than when he was first discharged from the hospital.
Lorenzo still remembered Dean Abigail's warning. He was no longer a demon hunter. His mortal body was very cowardly. He hoped that he would cherish his body.
As the connection with the darkness is severed, the secret blood is gradually losing its extraordinary power, and the world is gradually being corrected back to normal. Therefore, Lorenzo's old injuries and diseases accumulated before have also begun to hurt. Fortunately, at Montenegro Hospital
His superb medical skills saved his life, but even so, Lorenzo still needed a long time to rest and recuperate.
Lorenzo felt that the pace of life suddenly slowed down, but at least he was still alive.
Sitting at the table, Lorenzo opened his diary. After writing today's date, he hesitated for a long time and started writing some nonsense.
"I think I will survive. It is difficult, but I am still trying, trying to live an ordinary life as a mortal..."
There was the sound of rustling writing in the silence, and Lorenzo tried hard to remember and write it down.
"It's another day to go to bed early and get up early. Every day becomes a bit boring and mediocre, but I think this is not bad. At least there are no disturbing troubles coming to my door..."
A sharp sting flashed through his mind, and Lorenzo's expression was ferocious for a moment, but soon he relaxed again.
"I think my condition is pretty good. Apart from some physical decline, there is basically nothing abnormal. However, Dean Abigail advised me not to let down my guard. I once had the credentials for sublimation. Fortunately, I did not abuse the power of sublimation.
, so I’m not polluted too much, but the important thing is that I’m still partly polluted, and it’s unclear as..."
As he wrote this, Lorenzo's handwriting paused for a few seconds. He seemed a little troubled and tried to remember. Then he remembered such a word from his memory that was almost smoothed out and continued writing.
“I don’t know what changes will happen to the contaminated part of me as the Unspeakable One is [exiled], but they said that there is a high probability that it will gradually decay and return to normal like the secret blood.
I think so. [Exile] is really scary. It didn't take long, but I can hardly remember the name 'The Unspeakable'. Even everything I encountered in the Seven Hills is becoming blurry.
.
I'm a little scared. My memory is mixed with too many things related to the Unspeakable. As it is [exiled], these memories related to it are gradually ruined. I'm afraid that one day I will completely forget it.
After all this, forget about my friends."
Every time Lorenzo thought about this, he felt like he was being haunted by evil spirits. The nightmare was over, but the shadow left by it would take him many years to heal.
"I tried to write a diary to preserve these memories, but Merlin was negative about this. He felt that these words would eventually become blurred and become incomprehensible to humans.
Exile, absolute exile.
He said that this was wrong history and should have been completely forgotten. Although he was a little reluctant to let it go, it was true... I think I still need some time to accept this."
Lorenzo's writing is intermittent, and the words are disorganized and have no order, just like writing wherever he thinks.
At this time there was another noise downstairs, and then Lorenzo heard someone calling him.
"Lorenzo! When you wake up, go downstairs and start working!"
The voice complained.
Lorenzo was silent for two seconds without responding, with a faint smile on his face, and then wrote this text.
"But I think I will adapt and I will survive... Maybe it's because I'm a mortal. I feel like I've become sentimental recently. This feeling is very novel and quite confusing.
Yes, I will adapt, I will get used to all this."
After writing this, Lorenzo closed the diary, walked downstairs in his pajamas and slippers.
…
"Turn on the heat, add oil, and fry slowly..."
Lorenzo picked up the pan and stood in front of the fire, playing with the meat in the pan repeatedly with a knife and fork, trying to roast it. There was also a pile of seasonings on the side, and you could see powder sprinkled everywhere.
, you can vaguely see Lorenzo's busy side.
"Damn it, it's burnt again!"
Lorenzo yelled.
He rarely cooked by himself. Before Mrs. Verde left, Mrs. Verde did it. After she left, Lorenzo was filled with takeaways and some food he made at will, so Lorenzo always
I feel that I am a person who wants to be a good breadwinner and can survive by eating whatever I want.
"That's enough! You can eat it anyway."
Lorenzo took out the piece of meat and put it on the dinner plate aside.
"You are no longer a witcher! You are no longer a witcher who can survive by eating carrion. You will get diarrhea if you eat this kind of thing!"
Another voice complained, and gave Lorenzo a kick by the way, which made him tremble. He didn't expect it to hurt so much.
"Hurry up! Keep doing it and bring out my share, I don't want to get burnt!"
While urging, the voice gave Lorenzo a few more kicks, quite like a slave master treating his slave.
Lorenzo's expression twisted for a moment, then he forked another piece of raw meat fiercely and put it in the pot to fry.
The aroma hit his face, and Lorenzo muttered something in his mind that he needed to write down in his diary later.
"Ordinary life is good, but it is also very troublesome. I am no longer a demon hunter. It seems that I need to relearn many things, such as cooking."
Lorenzo muttered in his mind.
"In the first few days when I came back, I didn't realize that I had become a mortal, so I ate something that had been there for who knows how long. In the past, this would fill my stomach, but this time I had vomiting and diarrhea.
I stayed there for several days, and almost as soon as I was discharged from the hospital, I was sent back to Black Mountain Hospital.
So cooking is so difficult, how do these people make this food edible without causing diarrhea?"
For the first time, Lorenzo was in awe of the so-called cooking skills.
"Turn over! Turn over! It's going to be burnt again!"
"Oh oh oh!"
Lorenzo broke out of his thoughts, screamed again and again, and hurriedly turned the piece of meat over, his expression twitching slightly. According to the past situation, as expected, there would be endless complaints again.
The sound rang out, as expected.
"Be serious! Have a reverence for food!"
The other party kicked Lorenzo a few more times, stretched out his hand, and shook Lorenzo's body vigorously, hoping that he would listen carefully.
"Think about it! The great Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, who experienced countless life-and-death battles and ended his dark fate, finally died of food poisoning. This is so funny no matter how you think about it! Even at a funeral
Yes, it’s also a cause of death that makes you laugh out loud after hearing it!”
"Okay! Okay! I know! I know!"
Lorenzo shouted, a strange pressure fell on his heart, and for the first time he realized that there was something more troublesome than the monster.
…
The cooking session was finally over. Lorenzo picked up the dinner plate, walked skillfully to his sofa chair, and crossed his legs leisurely.
The early morning light fell through the window and sprinkled on the floor. The light was so dazzling that Lorenzo couldn't help but look away.
A biting cold wind passed by, but the room was extremely warm. Lorenzo sat by the fireplace, feeling like a lazy cat just basking in the afternoon sun.
Very easy, surprisingly easy.
Lorenzo also had a leisurely time before, but at that time he knew very well that the demons and darkness were chasing him, but now it is all over, no one will chase him anymore, and he has gained true freedom.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo tried his best to experience this strange feeling and then enjoy the fruits of his labor.
He lifted the fork, but before it fell, another fork blocked it, and then a sound came out.
"Go to the dining table to eat."
After hearing this, Lorenzo finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and shouted loudly.
"Are you my mother?"
"Just...your rehab therapist, Mr. Holmes."
Seleu enjoyed Lorenzo's incompetent rage, walked to the dining table, and knocked on the table.
"In your new life, you still have a lot to learn. For example, don't eat expired food, don't jump off the second floor when nothing happens, and remember to dodge bullets. You are no longer immortal."
Lorenzo raised his hand and pointed at Seleucus. He seemed to be accumulating some dirty words in his mouth, but when he reached his mouth, it turned into a helpless sigh.
He walked to the dining table obediently and sat down.
He weakly picked up the food and stuffed it into his mouth, like a downtrodden dog.
"Do you have any comments?"
There was a strange smile on Seleu's face. Without the power of the secret blood, Lorenzo was actually no different from an ordinary person... In other words, a sap might be able to bring down this great hero.
"I just feel like you are looking more and more like Mrs. Van Rude."