Chapter 413 The Living Dead

  "Yvar Rodbroek..."

  In the room, Haibod whispered this familiar name. He raised his head and looked at the dim ceiling without knowing what he was thinking.

  Lorenzo guessed that Haibod was reading a novel in the room, but in fact he was only half right.

  The table lamp emits a warm light, reflecting the warmth of the entire room, but this light can't dispel the haze in Haibod's heart, it is like a swaying candle, as if it will be completely swallowed by the darkness in the room in the next second.

Haibod leaned on the head of the bed, with the "Victoria Secrets" in his lap. He read a few pages and tried to put away the mess of thoughts, but he couldn't do it. His mind was completely occupied by the task. , One after another anticipated scenes flashed before her eyes.

He didn’t tell Lorenzo that, in fact, Hyberde was the only friend of Ivar...It’s a bit inaccurate to say that. To be more specific, Hyberde is the only one, except for Ivar’s brother. , Those who are willing to approach him.

  Closed his eyes, the look of that guy reverberated in his mind.

In the Viking countries that admire force, every Viking is so powerful under the cold wind sculptures, but Ivar is different. He is a thin guy, not vicious, but a little feminine. , And worst of all, he is still disabled and unable to stand.

Compared with his brave brothers, Ivar is so special. Some people say that he is the illegitimate son of the King of Ice and Sea, some say that he is the son of unknown, and his feet were swallowed by the devil before he was born. Others say He is the most beloved child of the King of Ice and Sea. In the Viking tradition, Ivar would be strangled to death in his infancy, but he survived.

  In short, since he was born, he has been shrouded in various words.

  Before I saw Ival for the first time, Hybbod was Ivar who knew about it through these rumors. He was mentally prepared to meet this mysterious guy, but the result surprised him.

Hybold still remembers that the first time he saw Ivar, it was in an empty square, and the cold wind was raging. Pedestrians were reluctant to stop here. Only that guy was sitting in a wheelchair like an alternative. On, reached out and fiddled with the sea of ​​flowers.

  That is Ivar’s favorite flower, a flower called ice heather, the flower looks very ordinary, it looks like ordinary white wild flowers.

It is very common in the Viking countries. In that cold ghost place, only this kind of flower can survive and bloom strangely. Its smell is very cool, like a cold wind on the face, when you are in it. When in the flower sea of ​​ice heather, people can't even tell whether it is the fragrance of the flower or the cold wind is really surging.

  Yes, at that time.

   "Hybod Archilal, I am your new guard from today."

  Hyboard remembers what he said at the time.

  Ival did not respond. After a long time, he moved his wheelchair and turned his head around.

  As the rumors said, he was a thin guy. The years of paralysis caused his muscles to atrophy. His complexion became sickly pale, and his face was thin, as if it were cut with a knife.

At that moment, Hybbod thought a lot. He felt that Ivar’s life was a kind of sadness. His existence was the shame of the King of Ice and Sea. A guy like him was destined to be unable to go to the temple of Odin and participate in that never Ending banquet.

  But immediately after Hybbod saw Ivar’s deep eyes.

  Until today, he still can't find the right words to describe the feelings at that time...Speaking of feelings alone, Haibod only felt that he was cut at that time.

   was cut by something hidden deep in the pupil of the eye.

  ……

  "He is a weird guy. He likes flowers and plants. He looks soft, but his eyes are fierce...Like a grumpy puppy, he knows he can't hurt others, but he still likes to yell at others."

  Eileen slowly tells about Yvar.

In her mouth, the weird and violent Ival turned into a harmless puppy. Lorenzo knew very well that this was a commonly used adjective by Irene, as if she described it to every man. , One after another puppies with different personalities, but Lorenzo still finds it weird.

"Is he not alert? A strange woman suddenly approached him." Lorenzo asked. "According to you, Ivar is a very lonely and weird guy, but one day a woman came to him...I think He's not that stupid, is he?"

   Irene’s free conversation stopped.

  She has always been calm, coupled with her own weird disguise, if you don't always remind yourself that the woman in front of you is an enemy, many people will easily be deceived by her.

   "How to be alert? Mr. Holmes."

   Irene smiled at him and asked back.

  "Do you know the relationship between supply and demand?"

   "I know, but it has nothing to do with what we said." Lorenzo said.

   "How can it be irrelevant?"

  Eileen got up and approached Lorenzo. Although she was wearing a bandage and the wound had not healed, it could not limit her movement.

  "It's like giving food to the hungry, wealth to the greed, caring for a poor, withdrawn, and disabled guy...even love."

  For a moment, Lorenzo remembered Seleu, and she used what Irene called the "supply and demand relationship" to please Mrs. Van Lourdes.

   "Perhaps... Maybe Ivar himself knew it was fake, and knew that I approached him purposefully.

  But what can be done?

His life has been so miserable. The more glorious the King of Ice Sea, the more majestic the achievements of his brothers, the more he will feel ashamed and pressured, and when the love he has hoped for comes, it is like falling into a swamp. The victims in here, even if you stretch out the thorns to him, he will grasp it firmly, even if he knows it is poison, he will swallow it without hesitation, right? "

   Irene said lightly.

  "Just like faith, people always need something to deceive themselves."

  Lorenzo smelled the familiar fragrance of flowers, the smell was cold, like a cold wind brushing his cheeks, only then did he realize that Irene was very close, and his eyes were almost close to each other.

   "However, you are very similar to him... No, you people are very similar to Ivar."

  Eileen stretched out her hand and gently strangled Lorenzo's neck. She didn't have much strength, but she still pulled Lorenzo's head little by little, so that he had to look at Irene.

  Lorenzo could hear Irene's breathing, and his chest undulated slightly along with the heartbeat. Shadows and gleams created a delicate face, in which the pupils reflected Lorenzo himself like a mirror. ,

   "Mr. Moon, Lorenzo Holmos, and Ivar, sometimes I think you are very similar, seem to have something in common... let me think about it."

   Irene thought, her voice was cheerful and playful.

   "Twisted, you are all twisted humans."

  She licked her lips, and put her hands around Lorenzo's face.

  "Have you ever had a family?"

   "Have a close friend?"

  "Have you ever had someone you can't forget?"

  She continued to ask.

  "Have you ever...love?"

  No answer, only silence.

"Yes, you are all such people, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere to go. You can only wander in this gray world blankly... I think if you have the opportunity, you also long for the happiness poison, right? Hall? Mr. Moss."

  Lorenzo pushed Irene away, his face expressionless.

The two stared at each other, Lorenzo could see Irene's appearance, but Irene could not see Lorenzo's face, his back was facing the light, and a cloud of indispensable darkness clung to his face, briefly After the silence, Irene laughed louder.

   "Yes, you are all such people,"

   she said, and then the laughter stopped again, and her voice seemed a little sad.

   "We are all such people... the living dead."

  She didn't explain the meaning of "living dead", her emotions changed rapidly, and people couldn't guess her heart at all.

   Irene lowered her head, like a trained child, completely different from the strength she was just now.

  I don’t know how long it took, she seemed to have recovered from the sense of loss, regained her spirit, and looked at Lorenzo with interest, her expression as if she had found a new toy.

  "Mr. Holmes, did you know that Ivar and Moon, they both had the same expressions to me, like a stray puppy, suddenly seeing someone open their arms at them."

   "I think you are like this too?"

   Irene opened her hand as she said, as if to embrace Lorenzo.

   "Do you want to come?"

  Lorenzo did not respond, he took a deep breath.

  It’s been a long time since Lorenzo felt a slight fear, not a fear between life and death, but a corner of his heart being peeped into.

But in the same way, Lorenzo also peeped into Irene's heart. Although this **** woman was nagging and talking a lot, but these were all disguise. She was throwing smoke bombs one after another, trying to cover up the truth. Of her.

  Lorenzo saw it vaguely.

  "For you, everyone is a toy, a puppy, and a tool to achieve a goal."

   Lorenzo said disdainfully.

   "Yeah, Irene, you are as distorted as we are, and you are more pathetic than us."

  He also opened his hand and replied with what Irene had said.

  "Do you want to hug? Puppy?"

  Disgusting person, Lorenzo has one hand, he is extremely contrived, and his face is full of provocation.

   Both of them are extremely cunning villains. It was just a short fight. There were no knives, guns and sticks, and no blood dripping, only nonsense and nonsense, to try to set out the truest counterpart.

   Irene's expression went lonely, as if she had torn off her disguise.

  "We are all wearing masks, Mr. Holmes, we are also very aware of the lies in life, and we force ourselves to believe them."

  It wasn't until this moment that Irene became serious. She knew very well that her tricks could not tease Lorenzo, but would make herself ashamed.

   "So I was still very curious about Ivar's mood at the time. Although he knew it was a scam, he stepped in without hesitation...Just for the love and poison you said?"

  Lorenzo was talking while observing Irene's expression.

   "Do you say he will regret it? Or do you hate you?"

  Eileen did not respond. She looked tired and did not keep the previous disguise. She lay down halfway. She seemed to be hiding her emotions, but Lorenzo was still keenly aware.

   "He trusted you like that, but you were pushed into the fire... How many people have you played like this, will you feel guilty after this? Or have you said it too many times, you have become accustomed to it."

  Lorenzo continued.

  Since Irene realized that Hybold was here, her emotions were very wrong, and whenever she talked about Ivar, Irene looked very much like herself.

  Yes, Lorenzo saw his own shadow on it. He remembered that one night, Seleuc asked him every step of the way, and he responded with a series of bad words.

  Speaking those bad words to relieve the inner pressure, to escape the problem that should have been faced long ago.

  What are you hiding? Irene.

  Are you really so romantic on the surface, or are you saying that there is a side that no one knows hidden under the skin?

   Irene replied with silence. She didn't want to talk about these things. If possible, she didn't even want to think about it, completely forgetting all the bad things.

   "However, if you talk about deceiving yourself, there are actually some differences among us."

  Seeing that Irene stopped talking, Lorenzo brought up the topic again.

   "Like the moon."

   mentioned the Kestrel, Irene raised her head slightly, her expression was a little bit more curious, she didn't know what Lorenzo would say next.

   "Only smart guys will realize that these are lies, and only smart guys will be willing to deceive themselves... the moon is different."

  Recalling the ridiculous behavior of Kestrel, Lorenzo couldn't help but smile.

"He's so stupid, do you know? He didn't realize it was a lie at first, he thought he had the best afternoon, he thought he had met a friend, and he came back at night and asked if you would like him , Although you may never see each other again.

  He held that stupid fish for a long time...not to mention, the fish tasted pretty good. "

  Hearing this, Irene couldn't help it too, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved.

   "It sounds interesting, but judging from his current attitude, the moon doesn't like me very much."

   "Of course, it seems to him that you have played with his innocent feelings. Although this is a bit disgusting, it is almost like that."

  Lorenzo spoke slowly.

   "Ah... innocence, affection, destiny, this kind of vocabulary really doesn't match us, just like a violent story that suddenly talks about love, hatred, and hatred."

   Irene’s voice paused for a while, and she continued.

"I am familiar with everything in the port of Maruri and the style of the Iron Law Bureau. I will play a very important role. I will help you rescue Ivar. Correspondingly, Lorenzo, I need you to ensure that I can live. Go down."

   "I can't guarantee, I don't even know if I can bring Ivar out alive."

  Lorenzo thought for a while, decided to tell the story, and see Irene's reaction.

   "Precisely, Hybbod is responsible for rescuing Ivar. I have other things to do when the official action is taken."

   "Hyboard?"

   Irene became nervous again, and all this fell into Lorenzo's eyes.

   "But we can make a deal, Irene."

  Lorenzo said suddenly.

   "I know you are still hiding secrets, you, Hybbod and Ivar, what were you still hiding before?"

  The stern tone gradually softened.

   "Tell me, Irene, tell me, I can keep you alive."

  Eileen was startled, and then shook her head helplessly.

   "Mr. Holmes, you look like a guilty villain."

   "Thank you for the compliment, but what about your reply?"

  Lorenzo is not ashamed but proud.

  Irene thought about it again, and shook her head again.

   "This is a complicated secret," she said with that intoxicating smile again, "tortured torture? I might have recruited them all."

  Lorenzo waved his hand, too lazy to continue paying attention to this woman with many faces.

   "No need, you are not worth my'unscrupulous'."

  He said this, but he thought of such a picture in his mind for some reason.

  Eileen is walking down the sunny street, holding several happy puppies in her hands, think about it seriously, it feels quite interesting.

  The night calmed down again, and there was a faint snoring in the next room. The Kestrel lay on the bed with a big letter, smiled and cried for a while, not knowing what weird dreams he was doing.

  At the end of the sea level, a brightly lit city is looming.

  (End of this chapter)