Embers of Embers

Chapter 621 Now
Old Dunling, Black Mountain Hospital.
This hospital hidden in the steel jungle is still operating non-stop even late at night, just like the perpetual pump beneath it. Since the death row project began, all departments of the purification agency have been working at full speed. Operating, cooperating with each other, preparing for disaster.
Abigail pushed open the door to the operating room, took off her gloves and mask, walked to the window, and breathed in the cold steam.
Surgery is a very tiring thing. Your mind will be concentrated at high intensity for a long time, which will bring great losses to your mind and physical strength. Even a workaholic like Abigail is undergoing a surgery. After a complicated surgery, I just wanted to find a place to rest.
Her eyes fell into the dark rain curtain. She had seen this city countless times. Many times, Abigail would feel a strange feeling of disgust.
She hated the old Dunling.
This city is so advanced. Compared with other cities, they are as backward as they were hundreds of years ago. But after staying in such a city for a long time, Abigail always feels like a trance.
Old Dunling is separated from this world. Compared with other cities and even countries, Old Dunling is so strange that sometimes it is not even a city, but a city covered by different systems, another kind of human civilization. unknowable life form.
This city seems to be alive. Every time the steam overflows from the ground, it is its breathing, and the running of the iron snake is the transportation of blood...
Abigail felt that she was being assimilated by the old Dunling. To be precise, she had already been assimilated. Apart from this city, she could not think of any place that would accept her, and she did not know whether she could accept others in the same way.
"Ugh……"
Abigail sighed slightly.
After work, Abigail also wanted to have a private life, but now she was already tied to it, and even she herself couldn't figure out the way forward.
After all, she is a human being, not a machine, but even machines will be damaged one day, let alone people who will retire. Abigail is more troubled by the future life, but apart from maintaining the present, she does not know Something else to do.
"Dean?"
The female voice interrupted Abigail's random thoughts. She looked towards the corridor, and Swift appeared there at some point.
Abigail was not surprised by this. She was used to this elusive guy. No matter where she was, if she shouted "Swift", she would appear next to her in a short time.
Swift was appointed by Arthur and has been responsible for the personal protection of Abigail since a while ago.
"Duke Stuart has arrived."
Swift whispered in her ear, then stood aside like a silent guardian.
"Stuart..."
Abigail recalled that she didn't understand why the new nation-builder suddenly came to visit her, and then she remembered the appointment not long ago.
At that time, Seliu said to herself that she had something to give her. Abigail didn't take it too seriously. She just thought that this new nation-builder was trying to win over people's hearts. From other people's words, Abigail It seems that Se and Merlin also met her.
"Ah... I hate meeting with funders like this. They always make strange requests sometimes."
After saying this, Abigail rubbed her face vigorously to make herself more energetic. Then she entered working mode and said to Yuyan seriously.
"Let's go."
……
The meeting place was in the office. Seliu had already arrived. She sat aside and looked around.
She had been to Montenegro Hospital once before, but that time she only looked at it from a distance and did not go in depth. She was somewhat curious about everything here. Lorenzo told her that this was where most of the people in the purification agency were. destination.
Those affected by erosion will receive treatment here, some will be discharged in good health, some will be taken to a nursing home, and some will stay here forever, in the endless cemetery.
Lorenzo has also been here. According to his story, he was almost dissected by these madmen, but how could the invincible Mr. Holmes end up here?Lorenzo said that he broke free from the restraints, fought his way out, and chopped down dozens of monsters...
Seleu could still distinguish Lorenzo's truth from lies. She regarded all of the above as Lorenzo telling stories. Anyway, she had heard a lot of bad stories he told, and this one was no exception.
This is probably the so-called tacit understanding. Seleucid knew that Lorenzo was telling lies, but he pretended to believe it.
The door was pushed open and Abigail strode in.
Along the way, she had already thought about how to reject Seleu's coercion and inducement. No matter what the new nation-builder wanted, Abigail would let her get nothing. This was a stubborn resistance to the employer and also Abigail's The battle for your dignity.
Abigail would interrupt Seleu before she could speak, like a sharp sword, finishing her enemy before they could make a move.
"Sorry, we are currently short of manpower. If you want..."
Before Abigail could finish speaking, Seliu immediately stood up and handed over the suitcase.
Abigail felt something was wrong and sighed in her heart. She really deserved to be a nation-builder. Actions were far faster than words. She didn't give Abigail a chance to speak at all.
Thinking about it, if Duke Stuart could become a nation-builder, he must have her extraordinary skills, otherwise she would not have received this responsibility from the previous nation-builder. After all, this is not about money. Those who can be bribed must have been tortured by her in every possible way.
For a few short seconds, Abigail had many thoughts.
I don't know what she has experienced before that makes her overly wary of "superiors" like Seliu. I don't know if Oscar will burst into tears and be ashamed when he knows her thoughts.
Rounding things off, this identity was really bought with money. The previous country builder did not put up much resistance, and the signing went smoothly.
"Take a look, I think you might need it."
Seleu carried the suitcase, her face expressionless. From this attitude, it seemed that she would not let go if Abigail didn't accept it.
"All right……"
After all, she is also a builder of the country, and Abigail should have the due respect.
While thinking about how to refuse, she picked up the suitcase and put it on her desk, then opened it and saw these old notes.
"what is this?"
"One..." Seliu thought for a while. She didn't know how to define the Epidemic Doctor. In the end, she could only say, "A friend gave it to me. Yes, he can probably be considered a friend."
"As for what's inside, I can only make a rough guess. It's up to a professional like you to do it."
"Charles..."
Abigail whispered the name of the note's owner and turned to the first page.
The atmosphere fell silent, and Abigail seemed to have forgotten Seleu's existence. She looked straight at the notes, and the only sound left in the silence was turning pages and breathing.
Abigail's investment was unexpected by Seliu. She sat back in her seat and waited quietly. She was very patient and willing to wait for this.
Across the vast distance and time, Seleu handed the torch entrusted to her by the Epidemic Clinic to Abigail.
The sound of breathing became a little rapid, and Abigail's body trembled slightly. She tried her best to move her eyes away from the notes, and looked at Seleu with difficulty.
She took a deep breath, as if she had just broken free from a spell.
"Where is the owner of the notes?"
Abigail's heart had never been so warm, not even when she almost dissected Lorenzo.
"He's dead, he should be dead."
Seliu said uncertainly, except for Lorenzo, no one in the world seemed to know the outcome of the epidemic doctor.
Abigail's eyes were focused together, and after the feverish joy was the extreme sadness.
"Such a person is actually dead..."
"Well, actually he has another name, which you should be familiar with."
Seliu said in a strange way. For some reason, she felt that this story should be passed down. At least many years later, it might be able to answer the so-called good and evil questions for her.
"what?"
"The Epidemic Doctor."
There was thunder outside the window, and the strong wind rushed in along the cracks in the window, bringing moist moisture with it.
For a moment, Abigail felt like something had grabbed her, and one big cold hand after another dragged her back into the seemingly endless storm.
"Plague doctor?"
Abigail suspects she has heard wrong.
"Well, the epidemic doctor is the one who attacked Black Mountain Hospital before. He died, but the knowledge remained," Seliu said calmly, "He hopes to find a new owner for these notes, and I think you are quite suitable. "
Abigail's face was stiff, and her mood fluctuated greatly within a few minutes, which made her at a loss. After a long time, she slowly spoke, but there was still a slight tremor in her voice.
"What a...surprise, just like the Victoria family's royal curse."
Abigail hated the employer's entrustment, such as this damn King's Curse. For a long time, she always felt that the beginning of the storm was the King's Curse. Because of studying this damn thing, Black Mountain Hospital was almost destroyed in that storm. middle.
The truth was later determined, but there was still a shadow in Abigail's heart, and now the shadow was even stronger.
"My employer always brings interesting things."
Abigail picked up the notes cautiously, as if they were heavy gold.
"Do they have names?"
"The Theory of Evolution."
Abigail paused and smiled.
"Sounds good."
"What will you do with it?" Seleu asked.
"First make a copy and save it, then sort out the knowledge in it, and connect it with the existing ones of Heishan Hospital..."
Abigail was describing the beauty. Only then did she feel that her tiring job was not bad, and there was enough reason for her to continue persisting, but then Seleu interrupted her.
"I don't mean that."
Seleu shook her head, her heart was full of confusion.
"How would you describe him?
These notes always need an author, but I don’t think you will choose to erase his name and take it all as your own. But this name is full of blood, is it really worth continuing? "
Abigail let go of the note. She had not thought about this and had never thought about it this way.
The progress of science requires victims, and the Montenegro Hospital is such an altar, where those who have been eroded will radiate their last remaining warmth.
In fact, if you look at it this way, your hands are also filled with blood... Everyone who lives in darkness has their hands filled with blood. It's just that the pile of corpses under everyone's feet is different.
There is no good or evil, everyone is wrapped in hazy gray, making it difficult to distinguish.
"Look, that's it. In fact, no one is a good person, but we have a clear position and think that we are good people." Seliu felt a headache. She was not a philosopher, and it was difficult to figure out the reason.
Abigail was dragged into the same gray, but she soon broke free.
"I think I will keep the name, the Charles Darwin part will stay, he was the pioneer of this knowledge, but no one will know anything more about him than that, and the epidemic doctor part will stay. …”
Abigail's words broke off, but she quickly picked up again.
"He will be forgotten and sealed in files, and the parts related to demons will be strictly controlled by the purification agency until one day all this is no longer needed.
The war that takes place in darkness should also be attributed to darkness. "
"Is that so..."
Seliu looked at Abigail, and then looked out the window at the Black Mountain Hospital, which was shining dimly in the thunderstorm.
“Those who are in darkness will return to darkness.”
Seleu looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking.
……
"So, bye!"
Lorenzo waved to Hercule and said goodbye to his tavern in the rain. Hercule ignored Lorenzo's farewell at all. He was cleaning up the bar and was worried about what to do with the drunk man who was lying on the ground. Buscaro.
A few people held up black umbrellas and walked forward in the cold rain. There was no one on the street, they were the only ones left, and they seemed very lonely. But soon Lorenzo started humming a weird song. It was obvious that he was not drunk at all, but As if he had drunk too much.
"Why are you always so happy? Lorenzo, are you in a good mood?"
Rhodes leaned against Lorenzo and was supported by him to move forward.
In his eyes, no matter what the situation, Lorenzo was never troubled, as if this man had no troubles at all.
"Just look away, Rhodes."
Lorenzo carried him. This kind of transporting drunken things could not be left to the guests, so Lorenzo had to do it himself.
"What do you mean?"
"Think about how long our history is, and this long history can only be written in a few words in books. Even kings and soldiers can hardly leave their names in these few sentences. What’s more, what about us unknown people?”
Lorenzo said and patted the drunken face of Sagaraki. She had actually sobered up a lot, and the air-conditioning around her made her very energetic.
"Don't worry, we will all die and be forgotten, so why care so much, we will all return to the earth anyway."
He was like a lowly mentor, persuading a few people.
(End of this chapter)