Ember Gun

  Chapter 732 Reconciliation

  Knocking on the door was constant, like a dense hail hitting the house, the crackling noise spread, completely covering all corners.

  The boy hid in Watson’s arms and shivered. The old man kept the mysterious smile, completely ignoring the noises, staring straight at the boy, Holmes remained silent, no one knew what he was thinking.

   "Are we any other guests coming today?"

  The boy asked in a low voice, they have no friends or relatives. The arrival of the old man can be regarded as the only visitor these days, but now there are strangers knocking the door.

   Disturbing uninvited guests.

  Watson shook her head with a smile, as if she could not hear the sound, her expression was as usual, soothing the boy.

  It seems that all the boy’s requests will be rewarded in this hut. This is his warm dream and his indestructible shelter.

  The knock on the door became more and more violent. The visitor sounded a little irritable and angry. He slammed the door continuously, and even the whole hut shook, and the ground shook the mountain.

  The boy guessing person has the ability to tear the hut to pieces, but he seems to maintain a certain principle, only waiting for the people in the hut to open the door instead of violently smashing the door open.

The calling sound became clear, like a spell played, wandering around the room, but the boy still couldn't hear what the voice was saying. The few syllables were clear and powerful, but they became unrecognizable when they were coherent. appearance.

   "He... seems to be looking for you."

   Suddenly, Holmes said coldly, his face blank, as if he was wearing a hypocritical mask.

"what?"

  The boy couldn't believe it, and Watson also said at this time, "Well, it sounds like I'm here to find you."

   "No... how is it possible!"

The boy’s voice rose up. He has no relatives, and all his so-called friends are here. It can be said that the boy’s only connection with the world is gathered in this hut. As long as they stay here, the boy will Completely separated from the world.

  Yes, that’s it. The boy wants everything he wants in this hut. He has no reason to leave here. The bustling world has nothing to do with him. He just needs to stay here honestly.

He thought so, but there was a faint uneasiness deep in his heart, just as someone wanted to enter this hut, in the depths of the boy’s soul, he faintly heard another tired sound, and he wanted to leave. This hut.

  【Open the door. 】

"Do not…"

  The boy refused. He looked at other people in horror, but everyone seemed to feel nothing, as if reality was dragged into a nightmare at a certain moment, and only the boy himself was the only sober person.

  "Do you want to open the door? Your friend may be impatient to wait."

Huasheng got up, walked to the door, and asked the boy. She still had a smile on her face, but this smile was so trembling to the boy at this moment.

  Fear burst into the boy's heart for an instant, and he roared loudly.

   "Don't open the door!"

  He got up from the bed, and overturned the dining table when he moved too much. The vegetable soup was spilled all over, looking embarrassed.

   "Don't open that door! Watson!"

  In the boy's roar, Watson did not act rashly, or that she had been following the boy's orders.

   "If this is what you want."

   Watson nodded, put his raised hand down, and stood aside, everything was the same as before.

  The boy was breathing heavily, and he felt an inexplicable rejoicing in his heart. The door had not been opened. This dark hut had not been eroded by darkness.

  But he realized some other problems.

  Self...what are you afraid of? After opening the door, what will the uninvited guest bring?

  The boy didn't want to continue thinking anymore. He was a simple person. Thinking about these things was still a bit too complicated for him. He didn't want much, just staying here forever, nothing more.

   There was a tingling pain in his arm. He looked at himself, and the vegetable soup that was thrown down all over his body, the arm was hot and the ground was messy, and he realized what he had just done.

   "Hug... Sorry."

   "Nothing, there are many more in the kitchen."

  Holmos did not scold the boy, but walked to the kitchen with a smile. The hazy mist once again wrapped him, and the boy heard the crisp sound of knives and forks.

  Shortly after Watson cleaned up the ground, Holmos also served a good new meal, braving the scent of steam, just like before.

  Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, everyone was smiling, only the boy looked around and noticed a faint abnormality.

Their lives are barely maintained. Every ration is very precious. The boy thought he was going to be hungry tonight, but he never thought that Holmes could still take out the food, as if in this hut, the food is Endless, but he understands that reality will not be like this.

  Yes...what can it be?

  As long as you can continue to stay here, what counts such anomalies? The boy didn't care, throwing away the troubles in his mind and enjoying the rare peace.

  But at this moment, the old man who had been silent suddenly said.

   "Child, are you sure you want to do this?"

  The old man repeated the words again, which made the boy feel irritated.

   "Your friends are still waiting for you."

  "Shut up! My friends are here! That's fine! I'm sure!"

  The boy stood up and shouted at the old man. He gripped the knife and fork tightly, as if he was going to use it to cut the old man’s throat.

The old man was not angry about this, but the smile on his face gradually dissipated. Between the withered wrinkles, with the breath of time, he was like a lion in his old age. Although he was still a lion in his old age, he was still a lion, exuding a sense of killing. The boy froze in place.

   "Child, childhood is short, you are going to grow up after all."

  The old man faintly said, the voice seemed to penetrate the life and death, the present and the past.

   "You need to get out of this room."

   "No, my friends are here, the outside world is meaningless to me, there is no connection at all!"

  The boy retorted.

  He also knows the cost of a new life, so he also made a choice.

  The old man laughed hoarsely and shook his head helplessly.

   "Child, I hope you know that in your life, there will be not only beautiful things, but also cruel and sad walks. You have the company of friends, but you will also say goodbye and loneliness eventually."

   "Then make it eternal! I already got it!"

  The boy resisted. He had realized the weirdness of the status quo, but he was like a self-deceiving downfall, even if it was an exquisite lie, he was willing to believe it at the moment.

   "Unfortunately, nothing in this world is eternal. Mountains and rivers will collapse, the ocean will be exhausted, and even the blazing sun will eventually disappear."

  The old man continued.

"Do not!"

The boy tried not to listen. He looked at Holmes and Watson. Nothing happened, but there was a lingering fear in his heart, "I won't lose my friends anymore. , They did not abandon me, then I would not abandon them."

   "But you have to try to accept reality eventually, don't you?"

  At this time, Holmes also spoke, as if he knew something, his smile became complicated, and he whispered to the boy.

"You know."

   "I... what do I know?"

  The boy muttered to himself in a puzzled manner, and at the same time, the voice from the bottom of his heart became louder and louder.

   A feeling of nausea surged into his heart, and the boy retched in pain, as if something was about to crawl out of his body, from the depths of the darkness, from the depths of the soul.

  "You know, but you don’t want to admit it. The process of accepting reality is cruel and painful, but you have to return to reality instead of sinking into this dream."

  Holmos came over and reached out to the boy, trying to pull him up, but the boy waved his hand and opened his helping hand.

"no no…"

  The boy kept repeating, his voice hoarse, like a dead beast.

  He could hear something collapsing, this beautiful world was collapsing, and the boy didn't want it.

   "You know, boy, don't be afraid, try to accept it."

  The old man got up at this moment, he came to the boy, squatted down, and flicked his back. He was like a kind elder, guiding him.

   "Speak out, tell the story."

  The boy's eyes flushed, and his fear gradually captured his heart, but at this moment another warm hand fell and Watson approached him, rubbing his face affectionately.

   "Speak up, tell the truth."

"me…"

   "It's difficult to reconcile with yourself, but the difficulty must be overcome after all."

  The old man said, pulling up the boy's hand, scratching the rough skin, causing a slight tingling.

  The boy's eyes widened, and after breathing slightly, he shrank himself into a ball, a small ball, as if the wind was blowing, and he could easily blow him down.

After a moment of silence, he said.

   "You are dead, you are all dead, I know."

  Along with the words, the boy heard something cracking in his heart, light oozing from the darkness, and he couldn't open his eyes.

This is a fact that the boy does not want to admit. He knows all of this, but he still stubbornly forgets. Treating these as nonexistent, everything is beautiful. No one will die. Everyone will live forever in this moment of eternity. .

  But this is illusory after all. No one can be immersed in the pain all the time. People always need to come out and move towards the future.

   "It was difficult at first, but you will overcome and adapt, and you will start a new life, new friends, and a new world."

   Holmes said, he encouraged the boy.

   "Your friends are waiting for you."

  The rapid knock on the door disappeared for a while, and the room was terribly quiet, leaving only the breathing of the boy alone.

  He slowly stood up, moving his steps, which seemed to consume a lot of his strength, and every step seemed extremely difficult.

  Can hear the whispers in the ear, someone questioned him, can he really abandon this kind of life? They doubted and rebuked themselves, they said that the boy should stay here as long as he wants.

  The boy wanted to give up several times, but when he finally saw the figure behind him, he continued to move forward until he squeezed the door handle.

  The man uses all his power to twist, as if pushing a world away.

   "It's so slow, Lorenzo."

  The illusory ghost stood in the dark world, she looked at the tired figure in front of her, and only numbness remained on her terrible face.

   "It's difficult to reconcile with yourself?" she asked.

   "Yes, it's difficult."

  Lorenzo sighed, he did not dare to turn his head to see everything in the house, he was afraid that once he turned his head, he would fall into it completely and never get out of it.

   "Is this an illusion of the unspeakable? It's terrible."

  "Not exactly. The erosion is just stimulating the dark side of your heart. You can say that this is an illusion, or you can say that this is what you really want." Ghost replied.

   "Do you really want it? So what I want deep in my heart, is it something like this?"

  Lorenzo muttered to himself, and then laughed.

   "I always thought I walked out that night, but did I stay there forever?"

   "Maybe, the nightmare has been following you, but I think you are free now."

  Ghost said, she has been watching Lorenzo and experiencing what he has experienced, so she may be the only person who can fully empathize with Lorenzo, knowing his joys and sorrows.

"so good…"

  He sighed.

  As long as he looks back, Lorenzo can get what he wants and sink into the almost eternal beauty, but once he steps forward and walks out of the hut, then he will never come back here again. Only endless regret is waiting for him.

  But he still wants to leave, they are right, he has a new life, his new friends, did not abandon him, Lorenzo can not abandon those new friends, sinking here.

  In Old Dunling, on Cork Street, he has many friends waiting for him, waiting for him to triumph.

  He felt very relaxed, as if he had lost all his burden.

  After many years, Lorenzo Holmos finally walked out of the shadow in his heart and left from the burning night.

   "Let's go, Watson, we still have a battle to fight."

   Lorenzo said, but just as he was about to leave, there was a sound in the room.

   "Are you leaving? 042."

   Looking back, 047 and 016, and Lorenzo Medici stood together, everyone smiled, just like friends and relatives who came to say goodbye to the funeral, but this funeral is not sad.

   "Yeah, it's time to go."

  Lorenzo replied, his voice was very relaxed, as if it was just going out for a walk, and he would come back here when he was tired. As for when, no one knows, not even himself.

"So…"

  047 wanted to say something, he hesitated, he seemed to have made up his mind, smiled, and said to Lorenzo.

   "Don't walk gently into that good night."

  Lorenzo was stunned, his eyes trembled, but soon he controlled his emotions and showed the same smile.

"Um."

   turned around and stepped into the long night.

  (End of this chapter)