Ember’s Gun

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The dark clouds concealed the silhouette of that Yingyue, and outlined silver-gray light bands on the edge of the patchwork. The night was so heavy, exuding a depressed silence.

The gray-black rock is like an uplifted stone tablet, towering disorderly on the edge of the coast. The sharp stone edge cuts the waves to pieces, and the huge black waves shattered into 1000 100 foams and dissipated in the black gaps.

The man was lying on the edge of the boat, with one hand dropping into the sea, feeling the bone-chilling cold, sinking into the center of the storm.

Everything was swaying slightly with the surging of the waves, like a mother’s cradle. She was singing in a low voice, trying to calm the man’s anger, so that he would sleep forever here.

It seems not bad to end like this…

The man thought so.

Blood overflowed from the wound, and the heart beat weakly until it calmed down slowly. The gray-blue eyes reflected the burning night, and finally engraved everything into the depths of memory.

The waves continued to shake, violently but slowly, like an ominous beast, until they swallowed everything on the surface.

So he was dragged into the sea, falling, falling continuously, hitting the deep seabed, feeling a heart-piercing pain.

……

Lorenzo opened his eyes. There was no dim sleepiness, and no time to appreciate what the ceiling was like this time. He curled up into a ball on the soft bed, seeming to have fallen to the ground from a height, but this impact The pain comes from the mind.

He clutched his head and gritted his teeth, trying not to utter any painful whine.

This state was maintained for a long time, and it seemed that the pain subsided, and Lorenzo slowly unfolded his body and took a deep breath.

With his head tilted to the side, the dim light was falling from the window, it was already dawn, but Lorenzo could still smell the freshness of the rain in the air, and the ticking sounds, it seemed that the heavy rain had not stopped.

That is really a strange dream.

It took a long time for Lorenzo to think about it slowly.

Fighting with Demon will always have some strange repercussions, such as some mental illness or physical pain. Generally speaking, Lorenzo will not care about those. After all, he is a Demon Hunter, and his life force is too stubborn, so there are many symptoms. He doesn’t care.

But at this time Lorenzo noticed his changes, such as headaches. Long before the fight with Lawrence, Lorenzo had such symptoms. This kind of headaches from time to time. If you go deeper, it seems that all this happened when Lorenzo killed the burning Demon. Start.

The burning Demon…Lorenzo remembers it as Horner.

Lorenzo killed a lot of Demon, too many to count, but Horner was what he always remembered, not how special he was, but Lorenzo killed him in [Gap] at that time.

[Gap] There are still many mysteries, but at that time Lorenzo found another way to completely kill Demon, destroying this pitiful person from [Gap], and his entity also died, in that chaotic death , Lorenzo also got some memories of Horner, they were intertwined, and then Lorenzo started to have a headache.

This seems to have all started at that time, and the fight in [Gap] triggered something that Lorenzo did not know yet.

He thought about it until Hercule knocked on the door.

“Good morning.”

Hercule was wearing brown pajamas and was holding the big chinchilla in her arms.

“Good morning.” Lorenzo slightly nodded.

“How are you feeling today? Are you feeling better? If you feel better, let’s start.”

Hercule looked at Lorenzo’s face. Although it was still ugly, it was a lot better than yesterday. The cheerful detectives in the past were gone, but now he was silent and felt much more reliable than before.

“That palace of memory, isn’t it?” Lorenzo asked.

“Of course, but I’m not a hypnotist. I taught you the way. You need to find those missing memories on your own…how are you learning?” Hercule asked.

There was still some time last night. Before going to bed, Hercule told Lorenzo the basic way of building the memory palace. It may take a long time for ordinary people to learn, and they may not be able to learn Hercule, but Lorenzo is different. This guy will never lack. Surprise.

“It’s okay, just got a rough idea, and haven’t tried it yet.” Lorenzo said.

Hercule looked forward to what Lorenzo could do next. He motioned to Lorenzo to come over, then turned to lead the way.

“Memory Palace… In the final analysis, this ability is a bit like a shallow hypnosis of oneself. Through constant suggestion of memory, this extraordinary memory becomes instinct. Just like a skilled swordsman, they don’t need to think in wartime. How to meet the enemy, just follow the reaction of the body, the instinctive warning and the skills that have been tempered for many years will help them kill the enemy.

Moreover, the memory palace itself does not specifically refer to a palace. “Hercule said.

“It is exactly a metaphor, a symbol, a place that we can instinctively remember under any circumstances.”

“Then what is your’palace’?” Lorenzo asked curiously.

Hercule’s pace stagnated, then turned back, looked at Lorenzo meaningfully, and then said.

“Guess what, aren’t you a detective?”

There is nothing to guess, Lorenzo said directly.

“Your shipwrecked ship.”

“almost.”

Hercule did not continue, but turned to the palace of memory again.

“This is a very abstract concept. After all, it exists in our minds, not a specific object. Just like the curse of knowledge you said, you can’t think of my’palace’ no matter how I describe you. “

As he said, he opened another secret door, which was very secret. It was covered with brass hangers and covered with coats. If Hercule hadn’t pushed it open, Lorenzo would not have realized that there was another door.

“come on.”

Hercule walked directly into the secret room. The secret room was not big. It was not even considered a secret room. Only two people could sit in the narrow space.

Lorenzo sat on one of the chairs suspiciously. There was no light in the secret room. Hercule sat opposite him in the dim room. There was only a small table between the two.

“What is this going to do?” Lorenzo asked.

“The memory palace… I usually call this a meditation room.”

Hercule talked and introduced.

“Didn’t I say that? The Memory Palace is actually equivalent to a self-hypnosis. Of course, the hypnotic environment cannot be too noisy. The environment here is just right.”

Indeed, when the door of the secret room was closed, all the voices were cut off, and only the heartbeats of two people remained silent here.

“But this is only for newcomers like you, unless you need to carefully inspect the palace and find clues, I don’t need this kind of environment anymore,” Hercule said.

“So let’s talk about how to build a memory palace…”

“I know, you said it yesterday.”

Lorenzo interrupted Hercule’s teaching. In fact, Lorenzo is also very smart, but he doesn’t bother to use it. He will be serious unless the enemy is Demon.

“Use space and symbolism and memory, right.”

Lorenzo recalled what Hercule explained to him yesterday, and tried a little bit by himself.

“Yes, use a symbol to represent those memories, and those symbols are placed inside your palace in a regular manner.”

Hercule said something out of the darkness, then set it alight.

It was a small incense, with a faint white smoke emitting from it, filling the secret room in a blink of an eye.

The smell is familiar, Lorenzo couldn’t help asking.

“This is… Parsnip?”

“En? You know this too?”

Hercule was surprised, “This thing is not a local crop, and it can easily be confused with mandela grass. I thought no one knew about this thing.”

“But… it’s hallucinogenic,” Lorenzo said.

For a long time, the big detectives solved crimes by smoking this thing, and Lorenzo knew its purpose too well.

“Really? I keep using this thing to help me meditate into the palace of memory,” Hercule said. “Ai, it’s nothing anyway, just use it.”

He didn’t care about this, and continued.

“Just like I said, frame your palace in your mind, and then go and look for those lost books, lost memories.

It’s like falling asleep, Lorenzo, relax yourself…but don’t fall asleep!

Yes, that’s it, close your eyes and go to the bottom of your thoughts, to the place that belongs only to you…”

Lorenzo leaned completely on the back of the chair, and his whole body relaxed completely.

“Continue down and arrive at the palace inside…”

Hercule’s voice was very soft, getting lighter and lighter, until it was no longer felt.

Parsnip’s smoke was inhaled into the lungs and merged into the blood inside. They rushed into the body, dragging his thoughts into the deepest part. Lorenzo could feel the gradually lightening body until the body became heavy again and descended.

It took an unknown amount of time for the suspended feet to finally bottom out. He stood firmly inside the darkness and slowly opened his eyes.

“Is this… my palace?”

Lorenzo looked at the only building in front of him. He didn’t deliberately think about it, but completely relied on instinct to imagine the most familiar and intimate place in his subconscious.

“Sure enough, here.”

Lorenzo thought he would never see it again, or it was once glorious, Lorenzo thought it was buried in the long history of the church, but it is still there, and it lives in Lorenzo’s memory.

The magnificent palace is built inside the huge natural cave. The stone wall is mottled and has simple and cumbersome patterns. They seem to be carved out along the rock and spread to the end of the field of vision. The stone bricks rise along Lorenzo’s feet. Rise, lead him into the palace.

This palace has no gate at all. Or, the huge dome is its gate. The tall stone statues stand on two sides. They hold the Nail sword and are angry and fierce.

A solemn Kagura sounded, and from within the palace, there was a burning light, a clanging iron sound, and the shouts of the martial artist, as if an army was fighting and fighting in it.

Lorenzo strode forward and stepped into it. After many years, he returned here again. The place that was once considered a residence only exists in his memory, the glorious Temple of Stasis.