Suddenly, Lorenzo asked, unclear what he was thinking, his eyes deep and hidden in the shadows.

Selyu was slightly stunned, seemingly not understanding why Lorenzo would ask her such a question, but she immediately nodded forcefully.

In fact, in Selyu's life, there were very few people she intersected with. After carefully excluding, only Yawei and Lorenzo remained. She is the esteemed Stuart's heir, the future Duchess, but in reality, she has very few people around her. Though she has those thirty-two families as her backing, Selyu can't even remember all their names.

Besides Lorenzo, who else can she trust? The detective before her... Demon Hunter, whatever the title might be, it was him who brought her to Old Dunling, and Selyu can only trust him, the only person she can trust.

"I understand."

Lorenzo stood up, a complicated plan gradually taking shape in his mind.

He was never someone to sit and await his fate. Beneath his calm gaze was a boiling fury.

Lorenzo was angry. He liked to maintain this anger, only anger could fill him with motivation. Whether it was Dean Lawrence or anything else, as long as it exists as a form of life, it can be killed.

Life and death correspond to each other, like a curse, no one can escape.

He gripped the Winchester and then raised the Knight's Sword in his hand.

On the smooth sword, the man closed his eyes, but with Lorenzo's summons, he opened them, fiery flames boiling.

"Medanzo."

Suddenly, a fierce wind battered the window, as if an invisible ghost was violently pounding, everything trembled, followed by the flight of time. All material collapsed under this influence, shattering into countless fragments, flying up and turning into dust-like snowflakes.

Then after the blizzard, Medanzo smiled at him, sitting on one end of the long bench, leaving a place for Lorenzo.

Lorenzo had already left the mansion, located in that mysterious [Gap].

Vast falling moon and ice fields, like a dream world.

"Let's have a talk."

The Demon Hunter sat on the other side of the long bench, looking at the face somewhat similar to his own, and asked.

"What is it really?"

Medanzo looked at Lorenzo, as if unsurprised, he said.

"Lorenzo, you really forgot a lot of things."

"What do you mean?"

Lorenzo furrowed his brow, something seemed to be nudged vaguely.

Forgotten memories.

In that painful hallucination, Lorenzo indeed saw many strange things, even memories that did not belong to him.

Lorenzo still remembers everything when he killed that demon in the Perpetual Motion Pump; he seemed to have entered the demon's [Gap], he killed the demon in the [Gap], so the demon in reality died, and its memories flooded into his mind.

...Could it be that this attack from the [Gap] can also affect memory?

But Medanzo didn't continue explaining, he slowly said.

"Remember what I said? Lorenzo, the [Gap] is our mental world, but this world is not closed."

Closed?

Lorenzo listened to Medanzo's words and couldn't help but think of the frontal lobe surgery.

"Each [Gap] is an island in the sea of darkness; everyone trembles in the dark, unaware of each other's existence. But once someone knows your location, the tides of death will engulf everything..."

Medanzo pointed to the icy world beneath their feet.

"Someone found you, knows this place."

"How did he do it then?"

Lorenzo asked.

He and Medanzo both know who the culprit is, but they maintain the corresponding silence.

"Just like the Static Holy Temple connecting all Demon Hunters, traversal of the [Gap] requires a beacon."

Medanzo said.

"Erosion."

Lorenzo seemed to realize something, every nerve warning him.

"Yes, one of the conditions for launching a [Gap] attack is erosion, creating a beacon from erosion."

He continued.

"You should know why you were attacked, right?"

That demon killed within the Perpetual Motion Pump, at that moment Lorenzo was affected by it... Someone applied erosion through it on Lorenzo, or it was a homologous erosion.

"You shouldn't have gotten too close to that girl; she's already been marked by Dean Lawrence's erosion."

Medanzo calmly recounted all the fearsome aspects.

This bizarre entity spreads like a virus; Dean Lawrence first used Horner as a stepping stone to erode Lorenzo, establishing the attacking beacon, then spreading to Selyu beside Lorenzo. She's just an ordinary person, with no resistance whatsoever; all it takes is a little erosion to achieve.

This is like the Holy Grail, the "meme" quality that can spread crazily.

"Lorenzo, in your [Gap] reside my existence and even Watson, so you can resist a certain degree of intrusion.

But that girl has nothing; she's just an ordinary person. You saved her this time, but in the face of that intangible will, how long can you protect her?"

Lorenzo was silent, clenching his fists.

Yes, it was a war in the mind, Lorenzo could do nothing.

Medanzo continued.

"It is an enemy without substance, wandering in the world of the mind."

"A sword forged of iron cannot kill a will."

Everything seemed to fall into despair; naturally, when the bizarre attack came again, it would be the girl's time of death.

Then someone whispered in Lorenzo's ear.

"But a will can be killed by another will, a stronger will."

Watson stood behind the bench, smiling at Lorenzo, appearing confident.

"Do you need cooperation?"

Lorenzo suddenly stood up, stepping back a few steps, looking at Watson warily.

"So it ends this way, making a deal with the devil?"

It's as if stepping into a trap, Medanzo seems to be cooperating with Watson, they are plotting something.

"It's cooperation."

Watson corrected.

"Isn't it the same, releasing that damn devil?"

Lorenzo said fiercely.

To which Watson shook her head in disappointment.

"Lorenzo, you still fail to understand. I am already a life form completely different from yours... In other words, judging me with human thought is wrong."

"You see me as a hateful devil, but how many times have I saved you?"

"All this time, have I ever deceived you?"

Watson kept questioning, driving Lorenzo to the edge of the abyss.

"We merely have the same goal... like humans and ants."

She said with some evil smile.

"I am human, and you are the insignificant ant. With your capabilities, you find it difficult to even observe my entirety."

Yes, if truly compared this way, from an ant's perspective it's impossible to directly and fully observe the entirety of a human. In an ant's view, humans are just huge fragments one after another, like being up high, unable to completely remember Old Dunling's appearance; that complex structure and detail aren't something an ant's simple mind can comprehend.

"In other words, you ants need to feed on insects, and I hate insects, so our goals are different, but the result to achieve the goal is actually the same."

Humans kill insects simply because humans hate them appearing in their rooms, whereas ants kill insects for food.

"Imagine, some unknown terrifying existence helps you kill Dean Lawrence, but does she really want to help you?"

Watson leaned close to Lorenzo's ear, her breath icy cold.

"With human thinking, you will never understand me."

Incapable of observation, incapable of description, incapable of understanding.

"This is the truly indescribable, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."

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