It was almost dawn and the sky was getting light in the distance.
The streets were filled with cold fog, which solidified on every object at the junction of day and night, covering everything with a layer of frost.
There were already pedestrians on the street, they were strolling leisurely, but their eyes could not stop looking at Stuart's mansion. The gunshots and the noise caused by the mounted police last night woke up most people. They were curious about what happened here and whispered to each other.
There were still a small number of soldiers disguised as mounted police standing guard near the streets, repelling those prying eyes one by one.
The atmosphere is just like a winter day in old Dunling, cold and biting enough to sting the skin.
Lorenzo was sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes somewhat tired, with painful memories still in his mind. He held a cigarette in his mouth, puffing out smoke, trying to make himself feel more comfortable.
The scavengers were outside cleaning up the bloodstains in the room. In this situation, they were the best indoor cleaners. After a brief survey of the scene, they started to deal with the body parts and bloodstains. The strong smell of blood filled the air, just like a slaughterhouse.
Yawei was guarding outside the door and negotiating with the scavengers. Although Seleu had no feelings for this mansion, it was also Stuart's property and Yawei had to handle it well.
Seleu sat on the soft bed with his hands on his knees, looking a little depressed and listless.
“Are they still cleaning up?”
Listening to the sound of water splashing outside the door, I guess the cleaners are mopping the floor vigorously.
"I guess so."
Lorenzo answered casually. He looked out the window at the city that was gradually waking up, and then looked at Seleucus.
"Are you sure you don't want to get some sleep?"
Seleu has not slept since arriving at the Purification Agency. It is obvious that the girl has a very regular schedule, and staying up late makes her look uncomfortable.
Seleu shook her head. She couldn't sleep.
This was not the first time that Seleucus had encountered such a strange shock, the dream that almost tore his mind apart, and the hound that followed him like a shadow.
"Lorenzo, you said it was... a mental attack?"
Seryu thought for a moment and asked.
"To be precise, it is an attack directly imposed on the will, transcending the distance of space and the obstacles of the flesh... Of course, what I said may not be accurate. To this day, no one knows the full picture of demons."
Lorenzo was also a little unsure of his guess.
"But does such power really exist?"
Seleu couldn't believe it and didn't dare to face the real world.
In fact, Seleucus's reaction was very normal, the most normal reaction. The monster that had been circulating in the legend tore open the book one day and really came to your side. All the laws of common sense were destroyed at will, leaving you alone, wailing helplessly in fear.
Lorenzo said nothing. This was the reason why organizations like the Demon Hunting Cult and the Purification Agency existed.
Not everyone can accept the fear of the unknown. There is always someone who has to stand up and serve as a barrier of despair, separating fear from reason.
Separate the world of horror from the world of normalcy.
Humanity cannot continue to live in fear.