Ember Gun

  Chapter 701 Contact

The Horn of Raging Waves military port is a secret military port that belongs to the cleaning agency. It is also a large industrial area. The mining and refining of antimony is carried out here. It can be said that this is the second core of the cleaning agency. It is located in Old Dunling. After being hit hard, most of the functions of the cleansing agency are gradually transferred here, but because of its secret existence and the long distance from the old town, it is not too much in the hearts of many people. Presence.

  "The Horn of Raging Waves?" Lorenzo looked a little puzzled, "What's there?"

   "I'll know when you arrive."

  Merlin pretended to say mysteriously, and then stretched out his hand and patted Lorenzo on the shoulder.

  "We still have some time to 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 said anything, he continued.

   "I know that sleep is not very important to you witch hunters, but you have to recharge more or less, right."

  Speaking of this, Merlin's tone lightened up, with a little smile.

   "A lot of times, I really envy your ability, so that I can keep working, instead of letting sleep kidnap me."

"It's just not needed at all, it's 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, stepped back to the car door, glanced at Lorenzo again, and then slowly left.

  Walking in a slightly narrow carriage, filled with cargo boxes on both sides, loaded with deadly metal.

  Passing through one car after another, Merlin frowned and thought as he walked. He guessed that many people thought the same as himself, worried about Lorenzo, but also looking forward to it.

This is the last round of cards at the gaming table. Just as Lorenzo was expected to hunt Roger, the opportunity to change his fate is now in sight. Everyone can't help but look forward to him. Zuo must be aware of all this and bear such pressure.

  Merlin was worried for Lorenzo. He knew exactly what it was like to be expected, let alone what so many people expected.

Expectations sometimes become people’s motivation, and they keep advancing for someone’s expectations, but sometimes it is also a double-edged sword. Countless expectations will be pressed on people like heavy stones, making him hesitant and slow. , Until at a certain moment was completely crushed.

   Thinking of this, Merlin couldn't help turning his head, as if his eyes could see Lorenzo through the obstacles.

   "Lorenzo..."

  Merlin whispered.

  ……

   "Hoo..."

  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 just futile and made him feel more tired, but it is not the time to be tired.

  The strange feeling rushed to my heart at this moment, as if there was invisible cold water slowly soaking my body.

  Lorenzo knew exactly what this was because she could have arrived quietly, but she might be afraid of her panic. She usually reminded herself like this, like knocking on the door.

【How are you? 】

  The voice resounded 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 many times with the same answer.

  【You are bad, you look bad now. 】

   "Yes," Lorenzo said blankly after the lie was revealed, "but there is no way, I can't tell them, actually I am afraid of it."

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 all of his existence, and it is also the only remaining and only connection between Lorenzo and his past life.

  Others know Lorenzo's present, but only Watson knows Lorenzo's past.

  So many times in the face of Watson, Lorenzo will rarely relax completely and release the side of himself that no one has ever seen before.

"This feeling is quite strange. On the one hand, you will feel that you are a hero and are admired by everyone. Everyone expects you to lift the sword and hack all these messy things to death. On the other hand, it's a bit bad. Even if there are some things you are not sure of doing, you have to bite the bullet, because you are their hero, and the hero can't hold back."

  【Do you want to escape? 】

"How is it possible!" Lorenzo said loudly, but soon his voice fell down again, "Even without these people's expectations, I will do this, don't I? I'm destined to drive the demons to an extinction. "

【and then? 】

   "Then...I can't tell, I am in a complicated mood now, and it is so complicated that I can't explain it clearly."

  Lorenzo muttered to himself, he looked out the window, the sky was getting brighter, and the distance was close in front of him.

   "It's like...like a book that has been written for a long time, and it is finally over."

  I lit another cigarette and held it on his mouth, puffing out smoke.

"Before I asked Oscar how he felt when a book ended. He said he was terrified. All this is like a dream. With the end, the dream will be broken... No one Know what the reality is after the dream."

  【Are you afraid of the future? 】

  "I don’t know, but I think I shouldn’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’s just another new life."

  Lorenzo slowly slowed down, his eyes blurred, and then he found what he feared in the unpredictable future.

   "I think, I am afraid of ‘change’, am I?"

【Variety? What kind of change? 】

  Watson’s voice echoed in his ears. It was a strange feeling. Lorenzo could not see her, but he knew very well that Watson was by his side.

   "Probably... it's the familiar world. It's completely unrecognizable. Who knows what that golden age is like? What's more, in such a sunny age, will there really be our seats?"

  【Are you afraid that someone will leave you? 】

   Watson said it all.

  Lorenzo's voice stagnated, he returned his eyes to the cabin, 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. One experience is enough."

  The voice was a bit gloomy. The reason why he became "Lorenzo Holmos" was because of that miserable night, in that night, Lorenzo almost lost everything.

   "What about you? Watson."

  Lorenzo suddenly pulled the words to Watson, this invisible, ghost-like friend.

【what happened? 】

  Watson didn’t understand why Lorenzo mentioned her suddenly.

"What about you?" Lorenzo continued, "It's strange to think about it. You have been following me like a bystander, watching my life. Then do you have a good life? Experience this new life ."

  Since Holy Night, Watson has been attached to Lorenzo like a ghost, following him and witnessing him.

  Lorenzo's everything is like a stage play, shown in front of her eyes, but all of this belongs to Lorenzo, not Watson, so Lorenzo is very curious.

   "The new life is very good, you should experience it."

  The conversation fell silent, and it was a long time before Watson’s voice came late.

  【I don't have a new life, Lorenzo. 】

  Unexpectedly, but when he really heard this, Lorenzo's eyes still inevitably dimmed a bit.

  【I am different from you, I could not leave, I am still trapped that night. 】

  Watson’s voice was very calm and could not hear any emotions.

   "That's not going to work, Watson, one has to look forward...at least you can start by making more friends."

  Lorenzo racked his brains and came up with such a passage.

Watson has no friends, or that her friend is only Lorenzo alone. If it weren't for the battle with Roger, Watson might continue to hide in the dark, even if the organs were eliminated, it would be difficult to know. The existence of Watson.

   "Actually, since the end of the world, I have been afraid of something."

  Faced with Watson, Lorenzo was very relaxed, and the chattering box opened along with him, and all of them jumped out.

  “Forgetting is really a terrible thing, so sometimes I think, are you just my imagination?”

  【Imagine? 】

   "Yes, only I can hear the voice, only I can realize your existence, you are the ghost that belongs only to me, this is like the fantasies of a mental patient, a virtual friend who does not exist."

  Lorenzo wanted to stretch out his hand to touch Watson, but threw himself away, Watson did not exist, she was an invisible ghost.

"Look, if one day, you disappear suddenly, I don’t know where to find you, and even if I say to other people, I can’t do it. No one will believe me. I believe there is a ghost who has been haunting me. ."

  【This is impossible, Lorenzo. 】

  Watson didn’t understand, other people already knew about Watson’s existence, not to mention that Watson was not his imagination, she was just...just a little special.

   It is intangible and invisible, just like a wind that cannot be grasped. If she wants, no one can find her.

   "I know it's impossible, just make an analogy, for example, you know." Lorenzo's voice was very soft, as if he was about to fall asleep.

  【What on earth do you want to say? 】

   "I want to say that you have too little contact with this world."

【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 from the end of the horizon, "not to mention that there is not much time left...but I think whenever it starts, it’s not too late."

"It's a bit like... the meaning of existence. After all this is over, do you have anything you want to do? I have a lot. I will probably spend the night with this group of people, then clean up the office, and then As before, and then different orders, if it is a holiday, I will go to them and chat with them.

how about you? Watson, what do you want to do? "

  Lorenzo babbled and looked forward to it.

  【Eradicate demons. 】

   "No, no, no, I mean, what happens after the eradication of demons?" Lorenzo was a little sad, "No, right? You haven't thought about that. Your connection with the world is so weak."

  【This kind of thing is not important to me. 】

   "Yeah, yeah, it doesn't matter," Lorenzo was looking at himself, "This is too familiar."

"I had the same mentality as you before. The more connections, the more restraints. Before these messy things, I can leave and leave, but I am no longer able to do it. I am bound by countless connections. , I felt quite panic at first, I have never encountered such a thing, but after a long time, I think this is very good.

  The distance between us and the world has been shortened...just...more like ordinary people? It's not that cold-blooded, it's not that crazy, it's just becoming... flesh and blood, and very ordinary.

  This sounds a bit weird, but I think it’s really good. It’s something we haven’t had before... Or maybe we have it. It’s just too short, so short that we haven’t noticed it ourselves. "

  Lorenzo stopped talking and sighed.

   "It's weird, this kind of thing that is easily available to ordinary people, for us, is so far away..."

  Silence, after a long silence, Lorenzo asked tentatively.

   "Are you still there? Watson."

  No one responded, she probably couldn't stand Lorenzo's babbling, or maybe something happened, and at the moment Lorenzo didn't notice, she left so quietly.

   Also at this time, Lorenzo felt another sight.

   "You are noisy."

  Kestrel turned his head and looked at Lorenzo with a sleepy expression.

   "What are you talking to yourself?"

   "No...nothing."

  Kestrel glanced at Lorenzo a few more times. He wanted to ask a few more questions, but the sleepiness conquered him. The guy twisted and fell asleep again, leaving Lorenzo alone.

  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 reverberating ghost.

  He also doesn't know what will become in the end, and can only wait for the end of all this with anticipation and anxiety.

  What Lorenzo didn't notice was that his figure was reflected in the mirror of the car window, but on the empty chair beside him, there was another vague figure sitting.

  She was like a ghost, silent, just staring at Lorenzo, her eyes complicated, she didn't know what she was thinking.

  In this way, the picture seemed to freeze, maintaining such a scene, as if it were about to reach eternity, until the bursts of loud whistle tore and break this false eternity.

  (End of this chapter)