Ember’s Gun

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This sudden and massive talk ended in this way.

Lorenzo has been away for a long time, but no one in the Conference Hall has left. They remained silent and looked at each other with vigilant eyes.

Their dispute is not over yet, or even just beginning.

“You wouldn’t let it go, would you?”

Arthur looked towards Anthony on the side. He had prepared so much for Lorenzo. If Lorenzo hadn’t been so uncontrollable, maybe he would have succeeded this time.

A guy with a misplaced self-perception, after a few brainwashing advice, might really cooperate with Anthony.

“This is natural. The pseudo-Holy Grail is an important asset of Evangelion Church.”

Anthony answered unabashedly.

“But this is Old Turin.”

“Perhaps…or this Xu, are you also on our side?”

Anthony said such an unclear sentence, it seemed that everything was still under his control inside.

“Arthur, do you think one’s will can be defeated?”

Arthur didn’t respond. He couldn’t understand why Anthony suddenly turned the subject to this, and then Anthony continued to each minding their own business.

“That is really terrifying will. Even after experiencing so much, in the case of cognitive dislocation, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes still gave us a heavy counterattack at the end.”

Thinking back to Lorenzo’s grim expression at that time, Anthony couldn’t help but laugh. He really wanted to witness the glory of the old Order, what kind of beliefs can make such terrifying Demon Hunter people.

“But he is a human being after all, no matter how much the powerful secret blood occupies the body, he is still a human, possessing human inferiorities.

As long as people are tired, they will feel pain, hesitate, and sad…”

Anthony lightly said, looking at the door of the Conference Hall, the silhouette of Lorenzo when he left seemed to be still stamped in his eyes.

“Mr. Lorenzo Holmes is really strong. He has a will that far exceeds all of us, a will of steel. Even if he is in madness, he can find a path to reason. It’s incredible…

But a person’s self-deception is destined to last. He deceives himself to be 042, a non-existent person, a weapon with a human body, how long can such deception last?

Maybe the toughness in front of us is just the toughness he deliberately showed us? Lorenzo Holmes cannot fall down, at least not in front of the enemy. “

Anthony said and laughed.

“Maybe he is crying in a corner at the moment.”

“So this is your purpose?”

Arthur looked at Anthony without feelings. Everything today is an unavoidable situation.

“Probably… Anyway, what we said is the truth, right? Lorenzo is carrying a fake Holy Grail, and his own identity is also a mystery. Your cleansing agency needs to understand, and Evangelion Church also needs to put pressure on him.

Now that steel will has a gap, although Lorenzo tried to maintain his will, he is a human after all, isn’t it? He can’t live with a weapon forever, and he is going crazy. “

Anthony said that he got up and left. The Demon Hunter guarding the door also left with him, leaving only the cleansing agency side.

“Their purpose is more than that,” Gauvin said at the moment, watching. “They should have more ulterior ideas.”

“This is natural, Evangelion Church…they are far more complicated and terrifying than we thought.”

Merlin thought of the living Temple of Stasis, and he was more curious than Lorenzo what kind of life form it was.

“It stands to reason that, compared to the pseudo-Holy Grail, Lorenzo, Evangelion Church should not be more concerned about the missing “Revelation” at the moment?”

After the silence, Arthur also expressed his incomprehension. Anthony’s purpose in this conversation was obvious. He directed all the fingers at Lorenzo.

“Perhaps… Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Holmes?”

Percival said that she didn’t fit into the serious atmosphere.

“You have also seen that Mr. Holmes didn’t deliberately deceive us. He seemed to be distorted by the pseudo-Holy Grail. Is there such a possibility?

Lorenzo Holmes has something to do with “Revelation”. It is even more complicated and only known to Evangelion Church. After all, he is a Demon Hunter named Medanzo, and now he just forgot all this, didn’t he realize it? “

As Percival said, the surroundings became quiet, and she suddenly noticed that the remaining people were looking at herself with a strange look.

“What’s wrong…Is there a problem with what I said?”

Arthur put away his emotions and waved his hand.

“No, I’m just a little curious, are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?”

“Are you discriminating against me?”

Percival didn’t realize what she said.

“However, as Anthony said, it looks like Lorenzo may not be in great shape at the moment.”

Arthur also looked at the direction of the door, where Lorenzo had left not long ago.

Lorenzo is a madman, and ordinary people can never judge the mental state of a madman, let alone that this madman has a serious tendency to self-destruct.

Arthur didn’t know what kind of mentality Lorenzo would be now, whether to continue the cold-blooded madness, or to cry in a corner?

But Lorenzo is different from everyone else. Everyone has a place called home to take refuge in a desperate situation, but he doesn’t.

Arthur can go home to talk to the photo of his dead wife, or cry at Eve, although the girl may not like her father like this, Gauvin and Percival can also go back to their hometown. Everyone here is in normal human society. In normal social circles, they all have so-called families, except for Lorenzo.

Maybe Lorenzo did, but with the fire of Night of Advent all this disappeared, and Arthur didn’t know what he would do.

Just looking out the window with some worry, the sky is gloomy, and the patter of rain is falling.

……

The light rain peculiar to Old Turin fell on Lorenzo’s head. He was in a trance. Sitting in the corner of the alley, the sharp pain in his mind eased a lot with the coolness.

Everyday all huge amounts of water vapor are discharged. They pile up in the sky above Old Turin, making the sky always so gloomy, like the ocean upside down above the city, with giant steel whales swimming in it.

The cold rain slapped his face, and the hollow eyes gradually glowed.

“I’m… Lorenzo Holmes, I’m… 042.”

Lorenzo looked up at the sky and said stubbornly.

Until now, Lorenzo still thinks that he is 042. As for the fact that he is 047, something must have gone wrong, it must be so.

Either Anthony forged the evidence, or what he said was true, but the truth is more than that…

In fact, Lorenzo is also very troubled when he thinks of this. If he is 042, who is the ghost that lives in his [Gap]? Or what the hell is the split personality, but… but it doesn’t make sense…

He worked hard to digest the information, slowly dropped his head, looking at his reflection in the stagnant water.

“Night of Advent…”

Lorenzo said to himself.

If there is any doubt about all this, it is undoubtedly Night of Advent.

Human memory is coherent and logical. In Anthony’s questioning, Lorenzo could not remember the specific details of Night of Advent. He only remembered that he killed 047 with his own hands. This memory was inserted into his mind out of thin air. , Constantly hinting to myself.

In fact, Lorenzo has already begun to shake slightly. Perhaps Anthony said it is true that he is really crazy, and he continues to insist that he is 042 stubbornly, undoubtedly continuing on the crazy road.

But Lorenzo didn’t want to give up.

All the evidence proves that 042 does not exist, but Lorenzo does not believe it, he still firmly believes in the existence of 042, as if if he abandons these, himself, himself named 042, Lorenzo Holmes will really disappear.

Continuing to think hard, Lorenzo tried hard to recall everything about Night of Advent. This thought made him feel painful and helpless. He tried to restore everything from that night in his mind.

But in the end, that night was still a blank, as if someone had cut off everything that night, so Lorenzo forgot, but for the consistency and logic of the memory, the brain self-completed the memory of that night. Although there were 100 holes, But as long as you don’t think about it, it’s true.

“Am I really…047?”

Lorenzo said hesitantly.

This thought may make sense. I am 047. Because of the pseudo-Holy Grail, my memory fragments, I imagined a 042 identity to rationalize all this.

But is this the real answer?

This is a paradox that cannot be proved by himself. Lorenzo is like a drowning man. He struggled hard but couldn’t find the only way.

He suddenly had a terrifying idea, maybe his anger towards Demon also originated from here, right?

The best way to forget one thing is to let another thing take over your life, so Lorenzo is so obsessed with Demon, pouring all his enthusiasm and anger on it, until he almost forgets it.

He rubbed his head vigorously, trying to break the sturdy skull apart, trying to find the missing piece in the blood, but Lorenzo couldn’t do it, he didn’t even know where to go next?

Anthony succeeded. He did it. He couldn’t destroy the steel will, but he could make it confused and full of cracks.

But at this moment of loss, Da Da’s footsteps suddenly sounded, and he stepped on the stagnant water, and soon the black umbrella covered the sky and dispersed the rain.

“You look really embarrassed now, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes.”

The man looked at Lorenzo sadly, with a fluffy chinchilla lying on his shoulder.

Rarely, this hunk man who can kill with a soup spoon has turned into this appearance, and it is not clear what he has experienced.

But Hercule soon discovered that this Luo Tangji’s eyes changed.

I don’t know why, Lorenzo looked at his eyes more and more strange. If he was like a frustrated drunk before, now there is a flame in his eyes slowly rising, and even before he can say some comfort, this guy is alive again. Get up, life force is amazingly tenacious.

“It’s time to come, Hercule.”

Lorenzo extended the hand, grabbed his collar, and got up from the muddy ground.

The invincible Mr. Holmes stood up again, gaze as if a torch.

“what happened?”

Hercule was a little confused. Originally, he received an information. A homeless man discovered that Lorenzo had fallen here. Hercule thought he was dead and hurried over. As a result, didn’t expect it would become what it is now.

“I am 042 and I am Lorenzo Holmes.”

He is battered and exhausted, speaking stubbornly, like a rebellious child.

“Hercule, you have a good memory, right?”

“Yes, it is.”

Although Hercule had not known Lorenzo for long, he could feel that something was wrong with this guy, like a firework rising in a rainstorm, dying, but burning brilliantly.

“Then can you remember something you forgot?” Lorenzo asked.

“Of course you can. Essentially all your memories are stored inside the magnificent palace. The reason why you forget is that you just forget which door it was placed behind.”

Speaking of what he is good at, Hercule explained earnestly that he built a Kingdom in the shadows with his terrifying memory.

“Teach me then, teach me all!”

Lorenzo seemed very tired. He put a hand on Hercule’s shoulder and asked him to carry half of his body. Maybe his body was too dirty. Bolo obviously didn’t like dirty Lorenzo and jumped onto Hercule’s head.

“what are you going to do?”

Lorenzo felt so strange to him, dying but full of vitality.

“I’m a detective, am I? What can I do besides solving the case?”

Lorenzo panted heavily, and then laughed, the laughter was a bit miserable, and then he vented loudly as if singing an opera.

“This is the last case, Hercule.”

The gloomy world was reflected in the gray-blue eyes, they began to twist and collapse, and finally returned to nothingness.

This is the final case. Lorenzo needs to figure out what is going on in the blank of Night of Advent? He wants to know who he is?

042 or 047, or neither?

Who cares?

“This…maybe the last case in Lorenzo Holmes’s detective career.”

Lorenzo shouted loudly, seeming to be questioning the weird people hiding in the shadows, and then he couldn’t help laughing.

Hercule supported him, the pattering light rain became heavy, and then the heavy rain poured down, 10000 1000 drops of water fell, slapping the ground, steel, umbrellas… They shattered into countless appearances, rising and blowing The whole city was dragged into the hazy rain and fog inside.