Embers of Embers

Chapter 590 The Greedy Man
"So let's find a way to get out of here and return to Yin Erweg."
Lorenzo muttered, holding on to the cable tightly and climbing up bit by bit.
The elevator was completely broken during the descent, but the cable was still strong and did not break. Lorenzo could only hold on to it, climb up from the darkness little by little, and move towards the platform.
This was a somewhat boring process, and Lorenzo couldn't do anything except mechanically climb.
For this reason, during this boring period, he was thinking and planning his next actions, with worry evident in his eyes.
A new round of restart is about to begin. Roger and Adren, two out-of-control monsters, reappear in the world. Although they are in opposition, no matter who survives, it is a huge crisis. If Lorenzo wants to Find a way to kill them all.
Thinking of this, he felt a headache, and he couldn't help but see the illusory stagnant temple, one figure after another kneeling beside the well of sublimation.
In order to prevent themselves from becoming another threat, the sublimators erased themselves one after another and turned into machines that obeyed orders. However, during this long period of time, the machines will also wear out, and they are annihilated one by one.
The Watchers have also entered death. Even if these things do not happen, perhaps in a few centuries, all the Watchers will die, the fence will no longer exist, and the road to sublimation will open again.
Looking at it this way, although today's world is prosperous, it is full of crises, and it may completely collapse in the next second.
The epidemic doctor followed Lorenzo, and the two of them climbed up one after another, both with sad emotions, but they were worried about different things.
What Lorenzo cares about is the world with his friends, but what the doctor cares about is his truth. He never denies his despicability. Now that the doctor has gained all this, his mood is not what he expected. Such ecstasy.
Epidemic doctors always feel that...something is missing.
But the epidemic doctor didn't know what he was missing at this moment. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out.
I don't know how long it took, but the darkness finally faded away a lot, and the blue light was right in front of me.
Lorenzo stretched out his hand and climbed onto the platform vigorously. He took a long breath and shook the dust off his body.
The climb was not easy. In the endless darkness, there was only one cable connecting Lorenzo to the light. No one knew whether it would break in the next second.
"It's almost time to leave."
Lorenzo passed the iron coffin on the disc, glanced at the dim light in the gap, and then he noticed Floki who was still drawing.
Thinking of the crumbling power below, Lorenzo hurriedly walked over and saw that Floki's body had large areas of ulcers, and bones could be seen in some places, but this guy seemed like he couldn't feel the pain. , with his head down, holding his blueprint.
"Floki..."
Lorenzo stretched out his hand to touch him, but Floki turned around and saw that his withered face was also covered with scarlet wounds, and the flesh beneath them squirmed like maggots.
"It looks like he is dying. The only difference is whether he will be tortured to death by this power first or turn into a monster first."
The epidemic doctor said pessimistically that Floki was the only mortal among them, and he was burdened with curses one after another.
Using the word "unlucky ghost" to describe him is a bit inappropriate. It is almost as if all the malice of the world has been poured into him. However, this ignorant guy does not feel afraid. Instead, he shows a ferocious smile and tightly Holding his drawings.
Like a greedy villain, even when death comes, he still clings to his gold coins.
Lorenzo's expression was a little complicated, but in the end he chose to take Floki with him. Lorenzo didn't know the relationship between himself and Floki. All of this had been involved when Floki was swallowed by the antimeme. They were cut off together.
But thinking of that ridiculous and stubborn conversation, Lorenzo couldn't bear to give up on Floki.
"Floki Wilgdason."
Lorenzo whispered.
He couldn't remember the meaning of the name, the memories behind it, or even whether it was his name.
But Lorenzo felt that after naming this paranoid guy, even if he was swallowed by the antimeme, he would still have to struggle to crawl out, remember these things, and carve them into his instincts.
"Let's go, get out of here first."
Lorenzo stopped thinking about this and said that he was about to pass through the gap in the door and leave the shelter.
"Holmes!"
Suddenly the epidemic doctor stopped Lorenzo, and when he turned around, he saw that the epidemic doctor had thrown away the tattered gas mask on his head, completely exposing his evil and wriggling face.
It was as if there were a swarm of red snakes entangled together, entwining themselves with the decaying white bones to build the man named Charles Darwin.
"what happened?"
Lorenzo turned around, he felt that something was wrong with the plague doctor.
"Did we... forget something?"
Scarlet eyes were fixed on Lorenzo. As the doctor recalled, he found a break in his memory, "I remember... we walked into a certain room."
Lorenzo nodded. He took out the black cube and displayed it in front of the doctor.
"Yes, it seems that we entered the room, and after knowing what 'it' looked like, we chose to leave, so we forgot about things related to 'it'."
His expression was very calm. Lorenzo was aware of this matter when he was climbing. He also had doubts, but when he thought that he chose to walk out of the room and forget about things related to 'it', Lorenzo did not hesitate. There was nothing to worry about anymore, he believed in his own decision.
"Is that so..."
The epidemic doctor muttered, his eyes briefly met Lorenzo's, and then turned to look at the silent iron coffin and the darkness beyond.
Now the plague doctor is standing in the palace of truth, and he is about to leave. The plague doctor got what he desired, but his heart does not seem to be satisfied.
What is "it"?
Something called a mistake.
Something that one wants to erase but cannot help but keep.
It was as if countless big hands had reached into the chest of the epidemic doctor. They were pressing on the heart and deflating the lungs, and charming voices echoed and called in the ears.
The epidemic doctor was silent. After a while, he finally made a sound.
"By the way... Holmes, after leaving here and leaving the Sea of ​​Silence, we will become enemies again, right?"
The epidemic doctor turned his body sideways and blocked the arm on the other side.
"Ah."
Lorenzo answered affirmatively, and he slowly turned sideways, and his blocked arm grasped the hilt of the sword in the sword bag.
It was like a beautiful dream shattered, leaving only a place of absurdity.
In the beginning, Lorenzo and the plague doctor were enemies with swords drawn against each other, but they were briefly united by a greater threat. Now everything is over, and the fragile alliance has also been broken, leaving only each with their own thoughts. of two people.
The atmosphere became tense for a moment. Watson did not respond. He just hoped that if there was a fight later, they would not touch the iron coffin. The secret keeper had lived for so long, and it would be really ridiculous if he died because of something like this. .
"Oh, you didn't hesitate? I thought we could be considered friends after living and dying together."
The epidemic doctor smiled, not knowing what he was thinking. The flesh and blood slowly squirmed and undulated, as if something was being gestated underneath.
"Epidemic doctor, if 'friends' were so simple, then there wouldn't be so many disputes, right?"
With a blazing flame in his eyes, Lorenzo did not hide his malice.
"If you become 'friends' just because of this short journey, then wouldn't those people who died because of you seem so unworthy?"
"So are you planning to attack me after leaving the shelter, or after escaping from the Sea of ​​Silence?" More pupils opened on the twisted face, and six scarlet eyes stared at Lorenzo.
"Actually, I didn't think about it. I would probably let you go and then kill you the next time we meet."
Lorenzo replied that he was not lying.
No one knows what will happen next. Keeping the Plague Doctor is still useful to Lorenzo, and the Plague Doctor really needs the help of the Morning Glory Advance to leave the Sea of ​​Silence.
"Is this a pity from Mr. Holmes?" Lorenzo's answer surprised the doctor. "I thought you wouldn't let me leave here? After all, it's surrounded by antimemes, so this is a good place. Burial place.”
"Then do you want to die here?" Lorenzo drew out his nail sword, and the cold metal reflected the twisted figure.
The plague doctor didn't speak. He raised his head and looked at the deep dome. His fragile neck was completely exposed in front of Lorenzo's eyes, like a prisoner waiting to be beheaded.
Lorenzo tightened his grip on the nail sword.
The distance between him and the plague doctor is not too far. With Lorenzo's speed, he can arrive in an instant, and swing the nail sword, and cut off the plague doctor's head, but Lorenzo is not sure if it belongs to the plague doctor. It was so weird that he exposed his weakness like this.
"Do you know? Holmes, I have imagined countless times what I will look like after I get the truth."
The plague doctor lowered his head, and Lorenzo missed the chance to kill him.
"I will be ecstatic, I will fall into madness, and maybe I will kill a few people to add to the fun...but there is one thing I haven't thought about."
Lorenzo didn't respond, and the plague doctor completely turned into a scarlet monster. He could only barely judge its emotion from its tone, but Lorenzo could vaguely feel...sadness.
"I didn't think about what would happen after I got the truth."
The epidemic doctor said calmly.
"We are too obsessed with certain facts, and even after completing them, we will feel extremely empty, as if there is no need to live anymore." Scarlet eyes flashed, "You should have thought this too , as long as this damn thing is over, even if you die directly, it’s not bad, right?”
Lorenzo neither confirmed nor denied.
"But, have you thought about what you're going to do when the damn thing's actually over?"
The epidemic doctor was confused. He was more confused than ever before, standing at the end of the world.
"There are many, such as continuing to open my practice."
Lorenzo replied that unlike monsters like the plague doctor, Lorenzo still has many connections with the world. He still has an office, friends, things he has not done yet, scenery he has never seen, and things he expected. The future is still bright.
He is really fighting for a better tomorrow, and it’s scary to think about it.
"That sounds really good, at least you can still integrate into this mortal world, but I can't, I'm a monster, a monster who is always hungry, I can't think of any reason for me to walk in this world."
The epidemic doctor stepped back, and finally sat on the extinguished iron coffin. Next to him was the resting place of the secret keeper. His palms passed across the surface, feeling the slight coldness of the metal.
"As for who to fight for? I am a scholar. There is no need for a scholar to go to the battlefield. Besides, what do these messy disputes have to do with me?"
The epidemic doctor said to himself.
The crisis of the Unspeakable has no meaning to him. As for reaching the end of sublimation and becoming a part of the Unspeakable?The epidemic doctor has already rejected this idea, then he would no longer be himself, and his long-term persistence would be meaningless.
Then apart from death, it seems that the epidemic doctor really has nothing to do.
"What exactly do you want to say? Plague doctor, beg for my mercy, so that you have a reason to live? Or do you want to use this to wash away your sins?"
Lorenzo couldn't understand the epidemic doctors. To be precise, he couldn't understand these pursuers of the truth. Whether it was Merlin, Shermans, or even the epidemic doctors in front of him, Lorenzo always felt that it was difficult for him to understand them. idea.
To be precise, what Lorenzo is chasing is fundamentally different from what they are chasing.
Instead of thinking about the idea of ​​the plague doctor, Lorenzo now hopes that the plague doctor will rush up and have a fight with him. Killing is what Lorenzo is best at.
Just swing the sword.
"What do I want to say?"
The doctor seemed to have made a decision and shouted to Lorenzo.
"You go, Holmes, I don't plan to leave."
Lorenzo was startled and froze on the spot.
"You are right, this is the palace of truth. For me, this is the best place to be buried."
The epidemic doctor opened his hands, trying to grasp all the knowledge here and stuff it into his head.
"How will you feel after knowing the truth? Holmes, in fact, there is nothing.
I think this is nothing more than that, not enough... far enough to satisfy the greedy me.
In the final analysis, truth is just a goal. After a goal is achieved, we can die and complete this heroic feat.
But now I have new ideas. "
The epidemic doctor muttered, then said loudly with a smile.
"Holmes, I still want to know what 'it' is!"
"But 'it' cannot be known outside the room."
The epidemic doctor thought for a moment and then said optimistically.
"Then stay in the room forever."
Before Lorenzo could take any action, the epidemic doctor suddenly raised his hand and opened the iron coffin. A burst of white air surged, exposing the fragile brain tissue.
"what are you going to do!"
The secret blood rose, and the heat of day replaced Lorenzo's eyes.
His speed was so fast that it was like a fleeting thunderbolt. The nailed sword was filled with cold death intent, and it was hanging high above the head of the epidemic doctor in the next second.
"Do what I have to do."
The doctor gently lifted the brain tissue out of the water. At the same time, the scarlet tentacles spread over the brain tissue one after another, nourishing it and maintaining life.
The sharp sword sound sounded.
Lorenzo's scarlet eyes stared directly into the eyes, and the fatal nail sword had already fallen on the plague doctor's head. As long as Lorenzo exerted a little more force, he could split the plague doctor's head open.
The nail sword could not continue to cut.
"There is nothing in the outside world that can make me nostalgic, but here is still full of treasures."
The entangled flesh and blood pushed the secret keeper's brain tissue into the plague doctor's chest, and the scarlet snakes squirmed, completely wrapping it up.
"Epidemic doctor...you."
Lorenzo raised the nail sword. During this period, Lorenzo had countless opportunities to kill the plague doctor because this guy had no intention of resisting.
But for some reason, Lorenzo failed to drop the blade.
"Ah... this feeling is quite strange. This is my first time trying it."
The epidemic doctor groaned, and a deformed sarcoma appeared on his shoulder. Distorted facial features appeared on it, and then it burst, letting out a child-like cry.
He completed the parasitism, or... symbiosis, of the secret keeper, and the secret keeper's consciousness crashed into his mind, arriving together with his memories.
This is a very strange feeling. The epidemic doctor can hear the voice of the secret keeper. He is yelling and cursing in his mind, and he can't understand what is going on now.
"This guy looks quite interesting. He won't be too boring in the future." The epidemic doctor said.
Lorenzo held his breath. He didn't know what to say or how to describe his mood at the moment. He just stared at the doctor, who smiled hatefully at him.
Finally, Lorenzo sighed, put away his nail sword, and stared at the doctor in silence, never leaving him.
"After one goal ends, it is time to set up a new goal...Isn't that what life is like? It is supported by countless goals one after another."
The Plague Doctor slowly retreated with the symbiotic Keeper until they reached the edge of the platform.
"It's time for you to go, Holmes."
After glancing at Lorenzo, his six scarlet eyes turned to look at the darkness below, and the plague doctor murmured softly.
"And it's time for me to go."
Jumping down, sinking into the darkness.
During the fall, the flesh and blood began to swell and explode, and countless scarlet tentacles burst out. They were like spider webs, woven in the darkness. Even the surging power of defeat could not stop the proliferation of flesh and blood. With the blessing of the power Yanar Next, this will be nearly immortal flesh and blood.
Huge and twisted sarcoma swelled, filling the darkness below in an instant, rolling up the room together with dust and dead bones, until the sound of heartbeats with different frequencies could be heard in each of the distorted flesh masses.
This is a big tree made of flesh and blood, rooted deeply in the darkness. Two blurry faces appear on the wrinkled and twisted trunk.
They are favored by sublimation, continuing the duties of the sanctuary in a new way.
"You are really greedy, epidemic doctor."
Lorenzo took one last look at the new Keeper of Secrets, then turned and left without looking back.
(End of this chapter)