"Love? What are you talking about? Mr. Holmes, don't you think that kind of thing is too heavy and too luxurious for us?"
At this moment, Lorenzo also turned into a cute dog in Irene's eyes, but this dog was a little different from other dogs. It had sharp fangs, ferocious eyes, and ferocious muscles all over its body.
Sometimes it is even difficult to classify him as a dog. Rather than a dog, it is more like a monster with a dog's appearance. But this monster is also very pitiful, so pitiful that Irene wants to reach out and touch his head.
As their eyes met, Lorenzo realized how ridiculous he was. Irene had completely confused everything, and it didn't matter to her anymore.
"So what's your reason for coming back? You could have easily escaped. With your abilities, it shouldn't be difficult to find a place to live in anonymity, right?"
Lorenzo remembered something. This kind of conversation had been repeated countless times, but this time was the closest to the truth.
Tearing off layer after layer of disguise and lies after lies, Irene now has no way to retreat.
"Before this, you don't have to betray the Iron Law Bureau. Ivar's work is a great achievement. You might even get a promotion and a raise... So what's the reason that made you give up all this?"
"I'm tired, Mr. Holmes."
Irene said somewhat confusedly.
"We are all living dead, aren't we? We have long been corpses. Although we can still speak and breathe, our fate has already been determined. Everything we do now is just to delay the arrival of this fate.
Just like you, you are a powerful demon hunter, but will you kill for the rest of your life? Or are you destined to die in a certain battle? Actually, I know this too. I am destined to die in a failed action, but if I think about it carefully, I am just repeating everything in this terrible life. Whether this ending comes early or is delayed, it will not change anything. "
Irene looked exhausted.
"It's better to end this as soon as possible."
The room was eerily quiet, with smoke rising slowly and enveloping the two of them bit by bit. It was a nice scene, and Lorenzo even relaxed a little. From time to time, there were noisy noises coming from outside the house, and everyone was still working hard to clean up the house.
Beneath the peaceful atmosphere, a tide of sadness surges.
Lorenzo looked at Irene with some sadness, and only then did he realize the despair deep in the woman's heart.
Irene knows too much about so-called emotions. When she knows them too well, she sees through it all. She can easily show others the side of her that they desire. The masks overlap and become indistinguishable from each other.
She was like a drowning person. She was unable to escape from the muddy sea, yet unwilling to sink and die. She was stuck in the middle and struggled painfully for a long time.
"I heard you are a pastor?" Irene asked.
"It used to be," Lorenzo replied.
“I haven’t been to church yet. I have wanted many times to go into the confessional and tell the priest about the sins I have committed, but I don’t have the courage to do so.”