"You killed them all."
Lorenzo's eyes became solemn. He looked at Sabo. He wanted to know what kind of person was under the bull's mask.
"Yes, they all died. This was the instructor's request. They thought they would be praised after they came back, and they did. They had good food and drink, and could use as many hallucinogens as they wanted. Then I sealed the room and poured kerosene through the crack in the door. When they died, the hallucinogens had already taken effect. They could only feel the gentle embrace of heaven and sleep there forever."
Sabo said this calmly, without any sense that he had done anything atrocious.
"Why should we kill him..." Lorenzo was about to say something, but then he realized everything, his expression changed, and finally he clenched the Winchester in his hand.
"Isn't that why you told me all this?"
The great detective finally realized all the anomalies. There was never any nameless kindness. This was true for Lorenzo and Sabo.
"yes."
Sabo nodded, his tone sounded neither happy nor sad. Lorenzo had seen this kind of expression before. The dying people in Victoria Central Hospital were often like this. Nothing in the world could disturb them. They were neither happy nor sad. All they had was helplessness and calmness about the date of death.
That is a destined fate and there is no room for change.
"It is not something that mortals can touch. Just knowing its existence is a great sin... Just like the scorching sun, even looking directly at it will burn your eyes."
"So this is their price? Death," Lorenzo said.
He did not answer Lorenzo directly. His short figure jumped off the chair, staggering with an indescribable feeling.
"Death is a kind of relief. At least it is much better than living. Great detective, you don't understand what that is."
"So this is why you are so kind? Anyone who knows these things must die, whether it's the crew of the Silverfish or us at this moment. Everyone here tonight must die, right?"
This is why Sabo was so frank. Lorenzo's arrival was just a pleasant surprise. Anyone who entered this feast tonight must die. This is a sacrifice to the one who touched the taboo. Only blood and flesh can bring peace.
The deadly shotgun was pointed at Sabo, and Lorenzo's sights were completely on him. As long as he pulled the trigger, the shotgun would release a cone-shaped barrage of bullets, which he would be unable to dodge with his short stature.
"What about you? You also know all this, so will you die tonight?"
Lorenzo questioned, if the sacred coffin was really something unspeakable and untouchable, then Sabo should also be among those to be liquidated.
Sabo answered calmly.
"Yes, I will die tonight too."
From the very beginning, Sabo had no intention of letting anyone leave alive. The previous gamble was merely the last game for the dying man. He picked up the rapier with just a few fingers, and with a slight shake, a whistling sound of tearing the air was made, and then the blood stained on it fell like rain.