Ember Gun

  Chapter 24 Blood Feast

   "You killed them all."

  Lorenzo's eyes became serious, he looked at Sabo, he wanted to know what kind of person he was under the bull's mask.

"Yeah, they are all dead. This is what the instructor requested. They thought they would be appreciated after they came back. In fact, they did get it. They were delicious and delicious. , Pour kerosene from the crack of the door. When they die, the hallucinogen has been effective. They will only feel the gentle embrace of the heaven, and they will sleep in it."

  Sabo said lightly, without feeling that he had committed any brutality.

   "Why kill him..." Lorenzo just wanted to say something, but then he realized everything, his expression changed, and finally he clenched Winchester in his hand.

   "That's why you are willing to tell me all this, right?"

  The great detective finally realized all the anomalies, and there has never been an unnamed kindness. This is true for Lorenzo and the same for Sabo.

"Yes."

Sabo nodded, his tone was neither happy nor sad. Lorenzo had seen this kind of expression. In the Victoria Central Hospital, those dying people often do this. Nothing in the world can interfere with them, no. Whether it is sad or happy, some are just helpless and calm about the time of death.

  That is a destiny, there is no room for change.

   "That is not something that mortals can touch, just knowing that its existence is a great sin...like the scorching sun, even if you look directly at it, you will have to pay the price of burning your eyes."

   "So this is their price? Death." Lorenzo said.

  He didn't answer Lorenzo directly, the short figure jumped off the chair and swayed, with an indescribable feeling.

  "Death is a kind of relief, at least much better than being alive. You don't know what it is, a detective."

  "In other words, is this the reason for your kindness? Anyone who knows these things must die, whether it is the crew of the Silverfish or us at this moment, everyone here tonight must die, right?"

This is why Sabo is so frank. Lorenzo's arrival is only an unexpected joy. Everyone who enters the banquet tonight will have to die. This is a sacrifice to the taboo. Only blood and flesh can make him peaceful. .

  The deadly shotgun pointed at Sabo, and Lorenzo’s eyes were completely placed on him. As long as he pulls the trigger, the shotgun will release a cone-shaped barrage, which is destined to hide from his short stature.

   "Then what about you? You know all this, so is your death tonight too?"

  Lorenzo asked, if the divine coffin is really something unspeakable and untouchable, then Sabo should also be a member of the liquidation.

  I saw Sabot replied calmly.

   "Yes, I will die tonight."

From the beginning, Sabo did not intend to let anyone leave alive. The previous game was only the final game of the dying man. Only a few fingers picked up the stabbing sword, and the slight shaking sent a tearing air. The whistling sound, and then the blood stained on it fell like rain.

   "Stop!"

  Eve picked up the revolver on the gaming table, only one bullet in the bullet slot was being activated. At this moment, there were two guns pointed at Sabo, and they were determined to win.

   "Wait Eve!"

  Lorenzo suddenly stopped Eve's actions, his cold eyes were a little confused, he realized the danger, with a sharp look.

   "It turns out that your purpose is this. That's why you have a leisurely mind to play coin games with us, right?"

  Sabo nodded, and the stabbing sword was fierce and deadly under the control of a few fingers.

"You are Lorenzo Holmes. You killed hundreds of gang members with guns and swords in the Blood River Massacre. Compared to detectives, you are a skilled murderer, and I am a deformity. Head-to-head confrontation is definitely not your opponent. Fortunately, you need intelligence, which bought a long time for the onset of hallucinogens."

  This is the hallucinogen permeating the air. Their original concentration is not high, but under Sabo's deliberate operation and delay, Lorenzo has already inhaled a lot, and at this moment hallucinations have appeared in his vision.

The bull's mask seemed to come alive and blood was flowing on the weird face. At this time, Lorenzo suddenly realized that the mask was not like a bull at all. It was just a monster with horns, but Lorenzo's common sense made him. Subconsciously thought this was a bull.

   "Go away! Eve!"

  Lorenzo roared and pulled the trigger at the same time. He had hallucinated. He was unable to determine what was in front of him. All he could do was to make Eve stay away to avoid accidental injury.

  But Eve did not respond to him. The girl's eyes were a little frightened. It could be seen that she wanted to calm down, but the hand holding the gun was shaking. She also had hallucinations.

  Below the dome, thunder rang.

There was no time for Lorenzo to hesitate. The scattered pellets shattered the gaming table, but failed to hit Sabo. The short figure was much quicker than Lorenzo had imagined. The stabbing sword left a silvery white in the air. The trajectory, like a swimming octopus, then sharply slashed towards Lorenzo.

  In a crisis, Lorenzo could only pull up his cane to resist, the cracked blade of the stabbing sword was like a saw blade, cutting open the wooden outer layer, and then bursting out dazzling sparks.

   "A sword like me!"

  Sabo shouted and then continued to slash down along the cane, the wooden shell completely shattered, and the metal underneath was extremely bright.

Lorenzo was repelled a few steps by this slash, and he couldn't imagine that such a force could burst out of such a body. Winchester had no much effect under the fight, and Lorenzo hung it on Behind him, he squeezed the sword in his hand.

  Sabo is right. This is the same weapon as the stabbing sword, only the blade and the hilt, the sword used for protection is no longer there.

The sword grid is used to protect the swordsman in the blade. When the two blades are stalemate together, it can protect the swordsman’s hand from being cut by the sliding blade, but now neither of them have weapons on them. This thing, just like their owner, they never care about protecting themselves, or confident enough to kill each other before the enemy hurts them.

   "You should have been disturbed by hallucinogens, right."

Because of the effect of the hallucinogen, the world in Lorenzo's eyes began to be slightly distorted. He was unable to determine what he saw. The firearms naturally could not catch the enemy, but the sword was different, like a blind man’s crutches. The sword in his hand touched It is true that it will not deceive Lorenzo.

   "I'm used to swinging the sword in the hallucinations. It's good to get used to this kind of thing. I'm a weak person by nature, so the methods are naturally despicable, and I hope you can understand."

  Sabo is holding the sword, and the world is distorted in his vision, but he has lived here for too long, so long that it can't affect him at all.

He was born deformed, he couldn't run fast or jump high, and lost a huge part of his fingers in the gambling game. He wanted to win, he wanted to win too much. From the day he was born, he was a loser. He had nothing. So use up everything he can plunder.

  "A long time ago, I used to hide sand in my pocket and slashed the enemy’s throat with a sword at the moment I raised it on the face."

  Sabo said that the back of his other hand was behind him, his body was arched, and the next second he slew like an arrow from the string.

  The sword and the sword hit everything, and the splashing sparks seemed to be a fire under the effect of the illusion. After the fire, the horned monster came ferociously.

Sabo can only use his fingers, and he is far less powerful than Lorenzo in the frontal fight, so the stabbing sword is like a snake. After the impact, it will kill at another angle with the impact of the impact, just like a dragonfly. Never stay too much.

  The sword followed Sabo, but then Sabo leaped and turned and the hand that had been hidden behind him slammed out.

Lorenzo has been waiting for this opportunity. Sabo waved out the sand in his hand, so Lorenzo directly lifted up his coat to cover Sabo's sight, but unexpectedly, what he waved out was not sand but dusty. thing.

  The narrow battlefield was instantly filled with red smoke and dust, and Lorenzo realized it was not good after inhaling for the first time.

  This is a hallucinogen, a large dose of hallucinogen.

   Holding his breath, Lorenzo rolled and rushed out of the cloud of smoke, and behind him Sabo stood there blankly, breathing steadily, without realizing what he was doing.

The nerves are being invaded, Lorenzo pulled a distance, and trembling hands took out the cigarette from his arms. It was Lorenzo’s favorite. It was filled with refreshing herbs, although he didn’t know that it could fight the hallucinogen. How long, but better than nothing.

   Before Lorenzo could light the cigarette, the hellish fantasy engulfed him, the ground under his feet became soft, and the surface of his skin felt a little hot, so the chandelier in the dome ignited like a scorching sun.

   "You will see this kind of thing after you smoke... What kind of heaven is this."

Lorenzo hasn’t seen such a scene for a long time. It’s like the blasphemous rituals of hell. The bodies of people under the dance floor are rotten and broken, and strange creatures bred out of them. The joyous moans have become endless. Screaming, and in all this, Sabo slowly walked out of the smoke and dust, the metal mask completely grew into his head, steel and his flesh and blood merged into one, and his grinning was easy to follow, and the mask slowly Cracked the dark mouth.

  "Aren’t heaven and **** both relative to each other? To me, this is already a paradise."

  Looking at the scarlet world, Sabo’s voice was mixed with chaos, and he raised the sharp point of the stabbing sword and pointed it directly at Lorenzo.

   "Mr. Holmes, have you never been a pastor? Pray for yourself."

  The little figure became savage, and the air became hotter with this change, as if bathing in lava.

Lorenzo knew that these were hallucinations, but he couldn’t find a way out. Now his senses were being misled. He thought he was standing, maybe he had fallen down, and he didn’t hold the sword. Trustworthy again.

  As for prayer...will anyone really believe that kind of thing?

  (End of this chapter)