Ember Gun

  Chapter 293 The Outside World

  The strong wind engulfed the cold rain, hitting the glass hard, the sound was as dense as drums, like a group of **** neurotic, knocking on your window joyfully to wake you up.

  But it's late at night, and Lorenzo's room is on the second floor.

  Lorenzo Yoyo woke up, possibly returning to a familiar place. After a short rest, his fatigue was alleviated a lot. He didn't draw the curtains, the light from the street lamp outside the window barely brightened his room, and slowly sat up. After a little lost, he suddenly felt a **** of loneliness.

  Some people often say, don’t take a nap at home alone. Once you have fallen asleep, you will slowly wake up in the dusk and look at the dimly lit room. It is inevitable that you will feel sad.

Those doctors said that the process of waking up is not only the awakening of the body, but also the awakening of the spirit. During the period of just waking up, the human spirit is numb, fragile, and emotionally weak. The feeling of emptiness filled every part of the flesh and blood for an instant, and people couldn't help but jumped down by opening the window.

  ——So don’t take a nap.

  Lorenzo got up from the bed lazily. This was just a leisure time in a hurry. Those uneasy and kind guys were still peeping at him in the dark. He had no time to examine himself, so he could only seize the time to sharpen his teeth.

  Lorenzo did not turn on the light. With the light of the street lamp and the vision of the demon hunter, he could see everything in the room, quietly sitting on the chair, taking out the unfinished weapons and continuing to modify.

  Lorenzo has not taken a class on mechanics, but he has learned enough skills and killing skills in the Demon Hunting Order.

In many cases, due to long-term high-intensity combat, the spike sword carried by the demon hunter is often unable to keep up with the super high damage rate, so hand-made weapons have become something that many demon hunters need to master, just like an interesting manual lesson, but What is made in this is not a naive toy, but a lethal weapon.

  Thanks to these experiences, Lorenzo can play so many tricks with these shotgun ammunition, but these are only used to deal with demons, not against demon hunters.

   reached into the darkness, and then took out a cold warhead.

Compared with weapons, this thing is more appropriate to call it a handicraft. The surface is glowing with moonlight silver, and the intricate and complicated holy words are engraved on it. However, these inscriptions have some flaws. It is completely hand-carved, and this carver Obviously still a novice, a lot of handwriting is crooked.

This novice sculptor is naturally Lorenzo. Although he has deviated from the gospel church for a long time, he still has some expectations for that vain belief... Whatever you order" kind of mentality.

Yes, when making this warhead, Lorenzo was facing Master Lawrence and despair. The insurmountable gap made him doubt whether he could kill Lawrence, so the warhead was ridiculously inscribed. After the holy words, trying to make the **** who has been on the sidelines to do something.

  This is a single-headed bullet entirely made of holy silver. It is a lethal weapon for demons, and the same is true for demons. Lorenzo smelted all the holy silver he brought out from the Demon Hunter, and finally produced two pure holy silver single-headed bullets. According to his own ideas, the two dead bullets would hit Lawrence’s head and Heart, kill him completely.

  But in the end, this plan did not succeed. Lorenzo only found a chance to fire a shot, and the bullet of that shot failed to kill Lawrence. Fortunately, the artillery of the follow-up industry ended this long death match.

  Therefore, this holy silver bullet was left. Lorenzo thought that there was no chance to use it again, but the Protestant Group came right after.

  Lorenzo carefully put away the bullet. Like the paint antimony, this will be Lorenzo's trump card, a weapon that kills in one hit.

   Suddenly a little noise came from outside the door, Lorenzo did not act rashly, but gently picked up the shotgun and dagger.

It’s late at night, and Mrs. Van Lud should have fallen asleep long ago, and in terms of Sieg’s work and rest, he should lie down in bed honestly. Lorenzo doesn’t have any pets, and he doesn’t think other people will. Raise that kind of thing.

  He walked to the door warily, staring at the doorknob intently.

Mrs. Van Lud and Sieg would never enter their room, and would knock on the door even if something happened. If the doorknob starts to turn, Lorenzo will throw a short sword without hesitation... As for why not use a shotgun After all, it was already so late, the gunshots would wake up other people, and keeping quiet is a quality that a resident should have.

  The muscles are tight, and the dagger is flowing with cold light.

  The sound rang again. It was the sound of footsteps. He paused slightly in front of Lorenzo's door, and then walked downstairs.

  Lorenzo was a little confused, and then slowly opened the door, and saw a familiar shadow through the gap.

   "Sig?"

  Lorenzo yelled in a low voice. Although his voice was faint, it was also very clear in this silent night.

   Sieg turned around and looked at Lorenzo somewhat unexpectedly.

   "Are you... still awake?"

  Sig did not expect that Lorenzo was still asleep at this time, and then he saw the cold light under the door, the sharp dagger.

  Seeing this situation, Lorenzo quickly put away his weapon, his roommate had a bad mentality, so don't put pressure on him anymore.

   But then Lorenzo couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. This seemed to be that he was too vigilant. There was no secretly sneaking enemy, just Sieg who was still awake.

  This is just an ordinary night, not the darkness that the demons wantonly.

  Throwing the weapon on the bed casually, Lorenzo walked out.

   "What are you doing?"

Lorenzo looked at Sig, and as he approached, Sig's face became clear in the dimness. Lorenzo keenly perceives the difference in Sig, as if he had just cried, his eye sockets were slightly Red.

  This is not good...

  For the emotional aspect, Lorenzo is a bit helpless about himself, let alone helping others.

But seeing Higlorenzo like this is still a little happy. Sieg has always been a cold and silent guy. He is not good at dealing with people. He only likes to stay indoors by himself. Sometimes Lorenzo even feels that he has lost humanity. His emotions, but now it seems that he still has joys and sorrows, which is very good, he is still human.

   "Nothing, just want to come out and see the rain."

  Sieg said that he lifted a chair, and then opened the door to make the cold wind surge in. He sat in the doorway, watching the water vapor and the splashing on the street.

  Countless water droplets hit the ground, and the silver splashes seemed to be a school of fish.

   "Are you sad?"

   Lorenzo asked. He stood by the door, watching the hazy rain with Sieg.

  Probably while she was asleep, Mrs. Van Ludder came back and talked to Sieg about retirement? Also, Sieg spent most of his life here, and his growth is recorded here, even the indifferent person will feel uncomfortable.

   "No, just a little homesick." Sieg said.

   "Huh? What is there to think about, isn't it at home now...?"

After Lorenzo finished speaking, he realized that he was wrong. It may be that Sieg has lived here for too long. He always forgets that Sieg is not the old man of the Dunkin. He vaguely remembers that Sieg once said that he came from a coast. Small town.

   "Sorry," Lorenzo said.

  Sig shook his head and said.

"It's okay. Actually, I can't remember it myself. I only have a very vague memory of that place. Because relying on the sea, there are often storms. At that time, the whole world was like the old spirits now, with endless water coming from the sky. Coming, baptized everything with a splash, shrouded everything in the water curtain."

   "Is that so? You rarely mention these," Lorenzo asked. "Are there any bad memories that I don't want to remember?"

   "No, I just can't remember it," Sieg said.

  "It was a very closed town, with only one railway leading to the outside world, but trains rarely pass through our town, and the fare is expensive.

At first, everyone didn’t care about this new thing. The blacksmith’s son was still a blacksmith, and the fisherman’s son was a fisherman. Get off the train and leave the closed town with it. "

   Sieg said, it was a story deep in his memory, because it had been so long that even he himself could not remember his true hometown.

"At first no one cared, but more and more young people got on the train, or paid the expensive fare, and went to the outside world, but none of them came back. It was as if they were dead. Then someone said they went to Old Dunling.

Old Dunling, the capital of Inervig, there is beautiful and magnificent, and wealth is everywhere. Compared with it, the small town in the hometown is simply hell, and then the adults become afraid. These children will not come back after they leave. There are fewer and fewer young people here, so they pull up the iron net and reject all news from the outside world. "

  Sig turned his head and looked at Lorenzo. It is rare for this somewhat autistic guy to be so talkative.

   "I was born in such an environment."

   "But you finally came to Old Dunling, you are also a restless member." Lorenzo said.

  Sig smiled a little on his face, he continued.

"Almost, no matter how oppressed the adults, but the children always get together and regard the outside world as a legend. Therefore, we also gave birth to an adult gift among our children. If we want to prove that we are adults, we must pass by the train. At time, cross the fence and the guards of the adults, slam on the train, and leave this place to prove that you are an adult.

  I often witness the children who run away with envy. Adults chase after them in vain, while they sit on the train and cheer in the wind. "

   "It looks like everyone's childhood is the same." Lorenzo couldn't help but said.

"It was the same when I was in Feilengcui. At that time, the children were sitting on the banks of the Tiber River, yearning for the old Dunling. At that time, the nobles in the city said it was beautiful here, and they couldn’t wait to spend all their wealth. Live here.

  At that time, everyone said that if we could also go to Jiudunling, there must be chicken legs in the trash can on the street, unlike the trash can in Fei Lengcui where there is only stiff bread. "

  Lorenzo talked and laughed. Children’s fantasies are always so naive, with ridiculous limitations.

   "We all reached the old Dunling at the end, didn't we?"

  Sig looked at the old rain curtain, he is here, in this fascinating city.

  "But the old things are not good, Lorenzo, I almost died here. Chaos and prosperity coexist here. Without Mrs. Van Lud, I would have died on the street."

  Sig said.

"I like this city, but I am not suitable for this city. Many years later, I suddenly realized these. Those kids don't want to come back, but they can't come back. You are like this, right, Loren. Zuo, you won't be able to return to the emeralds you used to be."

  Lorenzo was startled, he suddenly realized that Sieg was not as indifferent as he had imagined, he was also sentimental, but he had hidden all his thoughts in his heart.

"After coming to Old Dunling, I was completely immersed in the joy of this city. Although painful, the joy has always been greater than the pain. Mrs. Fanlude gave me a place to live, let me go to school and get in touch with those who were in my childhood. Things that can never be touched in the town, this joy lasted for many years, until one day I suddenly thought of the small town along the coast."

  Sig’s tone was filled with fear and sadness.

"Lorenzo, I was horrified to find that I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember the appearance of that town. I even forgot its name. The first time I was so scared, I ran to the train. Station, looking through the train records a few years ago, trying to find out which train I arrived in Old Dunling...

But there was nothing. That small town just disappeared into my life. There are my parents there. Although I can't remember their appearance, I was born there after all... I just found out that I was there. What a terrible thing was done, but there is no chance to redeem it again. "

  Sig stared at the rain screen blankly. He couldn't remember the small town, but he vaguely remembered that when it rained in that small town, it was somewhat similar to the old Dunling rain screen.

   "I can't go back, Lorenzo."

  "Is that so...I'm just very busy. There are too many things to be busy every day. I never thought about it." Lorenzo said.

   "Although we are in the old town, we are still strangers in the final analysis. This is not our home, and our real home has long been unable to go back. It wanders like a lonely ghost."

   "Do you really want to go home?" Lorenzo asked.

  Sieg hesitated for a long time and said slowly.

"I don't know. I have lived in Jiudunling for so long. Sometimes when I think back to the time in that small town, I suddenly realize that it is another person's life, a stranger who is completely different from myself... I'm afraid I back then, seeing me now, I can’t believe my future self will become like this."

   "There is no way, people are changing... The self died in the first second, and the new self came back to life in the second..."

Lorenzo babbled, he also moved a chair over and watched the rain screen with Sieg. For a moment, he suddenly felt that his life was normal. There was nothing to fight or kill, and there were no **** monsters. He is like an ordinary person, thinking about life with his roommate at night.

  The rain was falling, and the water flowed in the ditch. It was so silent for a long time, and Lorenzo knocked Sieg on the shoulder.

  "Would you like a supper?"

he asks.

  (End of this chapter)