Ember Gun

  Chapter 100 Study of Blood Characters

  It is an unspeakable feeling, just like you can clearly feel that some terrifying monster has just left here, and the residual madness and hideous bones are destroying everyone's nerves.

Pres was flabbergasted at first, then his stomach began to roll. He couldn't contain the feeling. He bent down and retched in pain. His face was hideous, as if something was grabbing his internal organs and trying to get out of his body. climb out.

  Lorenzo helped him up to the door, and then he strode into it with a solemn face.

Everything seen in the entire room is covered with bright red blood, like having experienced a storm. The furniture in the room was all disrupted, and blood was stained everywhere. It is hard to imagine that the blood would come from a victim. It gushes out, and this is not what the wound will splash out when you slash it.

Lorenzo stepped through the blood and walked towards the house. The white sheets were completely stained red. The twisted corpse was lying in a shallow pool of blood. The whole body was completely torn apart from the throat to the abdomen, and the ribs were covered. Breaking off, the entire internal organs were hollowed out, and his death was extremely tragic.

  The victim's appearance is already illegible, the entire eye sockets are sunken, the eyes in them have been broken into a mass of blood, and she opened her mouth wide, as if she was screaming in pain until the last moment of her life.

   "Can you see anything?"

  Pres walked from behind with a pale face. As a senior police detective, his discomfort just now seemed unprofessional.

   "A thorough killing, not for money, just for torture."

  Lorenzo looked around the room, and there was scarlet blood everywhere.

   "The murderer deliberately stained these red with blood, and look at the sheets."

Lorenzo pointed to the woman's hands, she clenched the bed sheet tightly, and Lorenzo tried to break her palms, but found that the nails were already in the flesh and blood. I really imagine how much she has endured. pain.

  "She was tortured to death, rather than being killed and then slaughtered. She endured the pain, tightened the sheets, and kept begging and wailing until she died."

  Even Lorenzo felt a little discomfort at the moment, not sure what the murderer was thinking while doing these things.

Everything is so silent, the ticking sound of the clock is very loud, but the sound starts to slow, and it keeps slowing down, until it stops. With it, there is the concept of time, and then all the light disappears, endless Only Lorenzo and this blood-red room were left in the darkness.

   "It's really tragic."

  The woman stood in front of the dead body, gently stroking the trembling flesh and blood, and let out a chuckle.

   "Why Lorenzo, you really look like a serious detective, but you changed your name to Holmes."

  Lorenzo grimaced. At this moment, he felt unknown. He tried to stimulate the secret blood, but there was silence.

   "It seems that my connection with the darkness has deepened again. Even if I don't smoke herbs, I will develop spiritual vision."

  Lorenzo regretted not taking the nail sword with him. He never thought that he would see a woman again in this situation.

   "No, it means that my **** has been cracked. The gap is so big that I can crawl out and breathe fresh air as long as I use force."

  The woman walked around Lorenzo with a smile and stepped on the blood all over the floor, and the blood-stained hand gently stroked his cheek.

"There is no need to be so afraid of me, Lorenzo. In essence, we are not a subtle symbiosis? I need you to maintain your existence, and you also need me to escape the connection of the stagnant temple. In fact, we are in the same On the front."

  Lorenzo looked at her stiffly, with hatred and more complicated emotions in his eyes.

   "You are not her, you are just living things in her body."

   "Is that really the case? So is it possible that I have always been her, and everything before that is just my disguise?"

   Before Lorenzo could answer, the woman laughed and sat on the side of the bed, examining the tragic death of the woman.

  "Actually, you don’t understand, and I don’t understand. If everything has a standard answer, it won’t be him anymore, right?

  You should be the one who should die, Lorenzo, even if you change the name, this is his ideal, not yours. If this is your confession, it is too cheap. "

  Lorenzo was silent, silent, this was the darkest side in his heart, the unspeakable secret.

   seemed to see Lorenzo's weak woman and laughed like a mockery.

  "You will always be like this, Lorenzo, I really don’t understand why he let you survive. It's clear that he is more valuable if he survives."

   She whispered, her eyes echoing with thoughts.

"Holmes... he told me that this is the name he got in [God Baptism]. This ritual in your order is very mysterious. It is so mysterious that you will get it just by experiencing a dream of nothingness. The power to resist erosion.

  He said that this was the name of a detective he heard in his dream. He also had an assistant named Watson. He kept telling me that he would open a detective office if he retired..."

  Sudden sadness on the woman's face, it is hard to believe that there will be an emotion called sadness on her face, just like you feel pity on a murderer.

   "What do you want to do?"

   Lorenzo asked with gritted teeth.

  His emotions towards women are so complicated that Lorenzo himself sometimes feels confused, not sure whether everything he did is right or not, it all stems from the sinful night, the night of the Holy Land that burns all the glory and truth.

  Lorenzo thought he could forget all this, but it was clear that this was just his escape. They had been following Lorenzo closely behind him and never left.

   "Nothing, I just want to make a deal with you."

  The woman finally revealed her purpose. Unknown power flooded every corner of the space.

   "I said I don't do business with the devil."

  Lorenzo directly refused to say that women would always try to seduce him. Fortunately, Lorenzo was no longer his former self. He was able to keep his sense before the temptation.

   "Why? I never deceive you, I put all the truth before your eyes."

   "But it's this one and another small reality that has made us unstoppable, hasn't it?"

  Lorenzo shouted sharply.

  Silence, at this moment there is only a long silence left. At this moment of silence for a long time, but it seems to have happened just now, the woman became expressionless, and said faintly.

   "Then let us take a step back, there is no deal, just help each other."

   "Do you think I will believe you again?"

   "Then how about I exchange a piece of information for your trust?"

The woman wore a sly smile, and the cold touch swept Lorenzo's body at that moment. He looked at the woman. This was another temptation, but this time he could get it without any cost, but Lorenzo knew very well that she Never make a loss-making business, after which there is a huge price hidden.

   "Master Lawrence is not dead, he obtained the so-called sacred coffin."

  The woman said directly that she knew Lorenzo too much, even if he knew clearly that there was a danger behind it, he would be desperate.

The news was like a heavy hammer. Lorenzo's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the woman in disbelief. He gasped hard for a long time, as if he was about to suppress his fury. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth. There was deep fear in his eyes.

   "Did you also use this trick to degenerate the Pope?"

   "He is just a greedy villain, much easier to deal with than you."

  The woman shook her head and said casually.

  "Everyone desires different things, but the most difficult thing to satisfy is idealists like you. You are not looking forward to things and things. You are greedy to change a world and make a will last forever."

  The woman stood up, put her hand on Lorenzo's shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

   "And what you have longed for...isn't it me?"

  The voice was enchanting and lustful, and the hazy aura made the world psychedelic, but it was cut mercilessly by the cold sword.

  Lorenzo's eyes were cold, he responded.

  "Not anymore."

"Haha, is this also one of your changes? Then my gift of trust is not bad, Master Lawrence is also one of the culprits, he should be responsible for the death of the demon hunters, and he also took away the sacred one. Coffin, you shouldn't stop your hunting, right."

   Seeing that the coward who once secretly watched herself has also grown, the woman does not know whether it is ridicule or joy.

   "So, is this a preliminary cooperation between us? My partner."

She stretched out her hand and looked at the white palm. After a long time, Lorenzo nodded helplessly. This is true, but he also knew that this would eventually lead to wrong results. This is the terrible thing about the devil. Have not deceived you, but you will never get good results.

  But just like the woman said, Lorenzo should have died a long time ago, he survived only an accident, he has been living in the extra life, of course he doesn't mind giving back those lives that do not belong to him.

  Some people have to pay for his mistakes, no matter who it is, Lorenzo doesn’t care what he will pay.

  The devil succeeded again, she said with a smile.

   "John Watson."

"What's the meaning."

   "This is what he said, the great detective in the dream of [God Baptism] has a partner, and his name is John Watson."

   "But this is the man's name."

  "Then am I considered a human again? I have many titles, such as devil, witch, demon, etc. You dare not say my real name, then is it necessary to discuss whose name it is?"

With her words, it began to change. The figure and even the face changed from a child to an old man. Seleucid and other familiar cheeks flew away on the blank face. In the end, all this was fixed in her original She looked at Lorenzo with a smile.

  Lorenzo did not speak, but reached out and held her hand tightly.

  ……

   "What is the purpose of the murderer?"

  Pres looked out the window. He tried not to look at the things in the room. Although he wanted to think about the case, his thoughts were completely captured by the hideous tragedy, and it was difficult to think.

   "Vengeance, just revenge, vent your anger on this woman's body."

Suddenly, Pres looked at Lorenzo, and saw such a big detective with a pale face and panting. Cold sweat flowed through his skin, as if he had just recovered from drowning. It seemed that he was next to him. Fainted in seconds.

   "You...how did you reason about it."

  Pres did not expect Lorenzo to react so much to this scene. It seems that no matter how magical the urban legend is, he will be a mortal after all.

   "It's very simple, it's written on the wall."

Lorenzo pointed to the text on the wall of the bed, followed Lorenzo's finger to Pres to see the text engraved in blood. It was this nightmare sight that shocked everyone, everyone I tried my best to avoid staring at this distorted tragic situation, so I didn't find such obvious traces.

   "Vengeance..."

  Lorenzo whispered the blood on the wall and couldn't help feeling that it was some fate.

   "Okay, let's start working."

  The pale face barely pulled out a small smile, and Lorenzo made himself look as happy as possible.

  (End of this chapter)