Ember Gun

  Chapter 736 Return to ordinary people

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar and reassuring ceiling. There were a lot of new posters on it. Some were newly opened restaurants and some were tourism promotion. They were piled up in a mess. Tears smeared into large patches, like blooming flowers.

  Lorenzo heard the noise coming from downstairs. He ignored too much and didn't mean to get up. Instead, he lay lazily on the bed, almost sinking into the softness of the bedding.

  He wanted to sleep again, closed his eyes, the darkness struck, but he couldn't fall asleep.

  It’s a bit boring, it’s better to talk to someone as usual.

"magnificent……"

  Lorenzo subconsciously wanted to call someone, but halfway through the name, he paused. After a few seconds, he said leisurely.

   "Has it been so long?"

The dark destiny has been ended, and the nightmare has also ended. This is the case, but Lorenzo sometimes always has an inexplicable panic, as if all this was yesterday, the evil has spanned time and extended his minions towards him. , Try to crawl out of the graveyard.

  Looking at his bedroom, everything was the same as before, but Lorenzo knew that the change had happened quietly, and everything couldn't return to the original appearance.

He still remembered that when he was bored, he would lie on the bed and talk to Watson, check the posters on the ceiling, consider which one to visit this afternoon, or whether to go to the street, get some more posters back, and fill in the broken ones. Place, or go to Xiacheng District to beat up some unlucky ghosts to pass the time...

"what……"

  Lorenzo moaned meaninglessly, and got up from the bed reluctantly.

  Every time you move your body, the depths of the flesh and blood will bring a sharp pain, which is very torturous, but compared to when Lorenzo was discharged from the hospital, his physical condition is undoubtedly much better.

  Lorenzo still remembers Dean Abigail’s warning that he is no longer a demon hunter, and the body of a mortal is very weak. I hope he will cherish his body.

As the connection with the darkness is severed, the secret blood is gradually losing that extraordinary power, and the world is gradually being corrected back to normal. As a result, Lorenzo’s old injuries and ailments that have accumulated before have also begun to faintly suffer. Fortunately, the Black Mountain Hospital The superb medical skills saved his bad life, but even so, Lorenzo still needs a long time to rest and recuperate.

  Lorenzo only felt that the pace of life suddenly slowed down, but at least he was still alive.

  Sitting at the table, Lorenzo opened his diary. After writing today’s date, he hesitated for a long time and began to write some nonsense.

   "I think I will live, it is difficult, but I am still trying, trying to live an ordinary life as a mortal..."

   There was a rustle of writing in the silence, and Lorenzo tried hard to recall and write it down.

  "It’s another day of going to bed early and getting up early. Every day I became a bit boring and mediocre, but I think it’s not bad, at least there are no troublesome troubles to come to my door..."

  A sharp sting flashed in his mind, and Lorenzo's expression was savage for a moment, and then quickly eased again.

"I think my condition is good, except for some physical decline, there is basically nothing abnormal, but Dean Abigail advised me not to relax my vigilance. I once had the proof of sublimation. Fortunately, I did not abuse the power of sublimation. , So I have not been contaminated too much, but the important thing is that a part of me is still contaminated and I don’t know what to do with..."

  At this point, Lorenzo’s handwriting paused for a few seconds, and he looked a little troubled, trying to remember, and then from the almost flattened memory, remembering such a vocabulary, and continuing to write.

  "It’s not clear what changes will happen to my contaminated part as the Unspeakable is [exiled], but they say that there is a high probability that, like the secret blood, it will gradually decline and return to normal.

I think so, [Exiled] is really terrible. It didn’t take long, but I almost can’t remember the name'The Unspeakable'. Even the things I encountered in Qiqiuzhi are becoming blurred. .

I am a little scared. My memory is mixed with too many things related to the unspeakable. As it is [exiled], these memories related to it are gradually dilapidated. I am afraid that one day I will completely forget it. With these, forget my friends. "

  Lorenzo always feels like being surrounded by evil spirits every time he thinks of this. The nightmare is over, but the shadows left by the nightmare need many years to heal.

  "I tried to write a diary to keep these memories, but Merlin was negative about it. He felt that these words would eventually become blurred and become unrecognizable to humans.

  Exile, absolute exile.

  He said that this is wrong history, which should have been completely forgotten. Although a little bit reluctant, it is true...I think I still need a certain amount of time to accept this. "

  Lorenzo's writing is intermittent, and the writing is also chaotic and in no order, just like writing wherever he thinks of it.

  At this time, there was another noise downstairs, and then Lorenzo heard someone calling him.

   "Lorenzo! Go downstairs to work when you wake up!"

  The voice complained.

  Lorenzo was silent for two seconds without responding, with a faint smile on his face, and then wrote such words.

  "But I think I will adapt, I will live...It may also be due to mortal reasons. I think I have become sentimental recently. This feeling is very novel and quite confusing.

  Yes, I will adapt, I will get used to it all. "

  After writing this, Lorenzo closed the diary, dressed in pajamas, stepped on slippers, and walked downstairs.

  ……

  "Open the fire, add oil, and then fry slowly..."

Lorenzo picked up the pan and stood in front of the fire. He repeatedly fiddled with the meat in the pan with a knife and fork, trying to cook it. There was a pile of seasoning on the side, and you could see the powder sprinkled everywhere. , Can vaguely see Lorenzo's frantic side.

   "Damn it, it's burnt again!"

  Lorenzo yelled.

He seldom cooks his own food. Before Mrs. Van Lourdes left, Mrs. Van Lourdes had to do it. After she left, Lorenzo was filled with takeaways and some self-made food, so Lorenzo always I feel that I am a person who wants to be a good feed, and can live on whatever he wants to eat.

   "That's it! It's edible anyway."

  Lorenzo forkped the meat out and put it on the dinner plate aside.

  "You are no longer a demon hunter! You are not a demon hunter who can live without eating carrion. You will have diarrhea if you eat this kind of food!"

   Another voice complained, and gave Lorenzo a kick by the way, which made him tremble for a while, but he didn't expect it to hurt so much.

   "Hurry up! Keep doing it and bring out my share too. I don't have to worry about it!"

  The voice urged, while giving Lorenzo a few more feet, quite like a slave owner treating a slave.

  Lorenzo's expression distorted for a while, and then fiercely forked another raw meat and put it in the pot for frying.

  The scent came over, and Lorenzo muttered in his heart, something that needs to be recorded in the diary for a while.

  "Ordinary life is very good, but it is also very troublesome. I am no longer a demon hunter. Many things seem to need to be re-learned, such as cooking."

  Lorenzo mumbled in his heart.

"In the few days I just came back, I didn’t realize that I had become a mortal. I just ate something that I didn’t know how long I left on it. According to the past, this can fill my stomach, but this time I vomited and diarrhea. After several days, he was almost discharged from the hospital and was sent back to the Black Mountain Hospital.

  So cooking is so difficult. How do these people make this food something that can be eaten without diarrhea? "

  Lorenzo had for the first time infinite awe of the so-called cooking.

   "Turn it over! Turn it over! It's going to be burnt again!"

   "Oh oh oh!"

  Lorenzo came out of his thoughts, screamed again and again, and hurriedly turned the piece of meat over his face, his expression twitched slightly, according to the past, as expected, there must be endless complaints next.

  The sound rang, as expected.

   "Be serious! Be awe-inspiring for food!"

  The opponent kicked Lorenzo a few more times, stretched out his hand, and shook Lorenzo's body vigorously, hoping that he would listen carefully.

"Think about it! The great Mr. Lorenzo Holmos, who has gone through countless life and death battles, ended the dark fate, and finally died of food poisoning. It is too funny to think about it! Even at the funeral. Come on, it's also a cause of death that will laugh out loud after hearing it!"

   "Alright! Alright! I know! I know!"

  Lorenzo shouted, strange pressure fell on his mind, he realized for the first time that something was more troublesome than a monster.

  ……

  Finally ended the cooking session, Lorenzo picked up the dinner plate, walked to his sofa chair expertly, and leisurely cocked his legs.

  The low light of the morning fell through the window and spilled on the floor. The light was dazzling, and Lorenzo couldn't help but look away.

  The cold wind passed by, but the room was not warm enough. Lorenzo sat by the fireplace, feeling like a lazy cat basking in the sun in the afternoon.

  It's easy, unexpectedly easy.

  Lorenzo also had a leisurely time before, but at that time he knew very well that demons and darkness were chasing him, and now all this is over, no one will chase him anymore, he has gained true freedom.

  Thinking of this, Lorenzo felt the strange feeling as much as possible, and then enjoyed the fruits of his labor.

   Lifted the fork, but just before it fell, another fork blocked it, and then the sound rang.

   "Go to the dinner table to eat."

   Hearing this, Lorenzo finally couldn't stand it anymore, he stood up and roared loudly.

   "Are you my mother!"

   "It's just...your rehabilitation therapist, Mr. Holmes."

  Seleu, enjoying Lorenzo’s incompetent rage, walked to the dining table and knocked on the table.

  "In the new life, you still have a lot to learn, such as don’t eat expired food, such as don’t jump from the second floor when nothing is wrong, such as remember to hide from bullets, you are no longer immortal."

  Lorenzo raised his hand and pointed to Seleuc. There seemed to be some dirty vocabulary accumulated in his mouth, but when he reached his lips, it turned into a helpless sigh.

  He walked to the dining table honestly and sat down.

   Weakly fork the food and stuff it into her mouth, like a desolate dog.

  "Do you have any comments?"

  Seleu had a strange smile on his face. Without the power of secret blood, Lorenzo was actually no different from ordinary people...In other words, a sap might be able to bring down this great hero.

   "Just think you are more and more like Madame Van Lourdes."

   "Oh? Thank you for the compliment."

  (End of this chapter)