Ember’s Gun

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Lorenzo is a person who rarely remembers the past. For him, the first half of his life was not good. It was covered by the gloom and blood. Only a few rest assured light spots were already dimmed.

So the memory is of no use, so there is no need to remember.

Walking in the corridor of memory, Lorenzo is sometimes happy and sometimes sad. The dust is scattered in the dim light inside, shining like stars.

Sometimes he was too devoted to his life, devoting himself to the hunt for Demon, immersed in a state of selflessness, until even the beauty that he had briefly possessed was forgotten, but now he thinks of it differently. feel.

“It’s so long…Do I have so many memories?”

Lorenzo stopped abruptly, looking at the promenade extending into the end of his sight, he was also a little confused.

Hercule explained that memory is an abstract concept without a specific shape, and the same is true of the memory palace derived from it, not bound by common sense, just like the illusion of bizarre and motley.

The promenade began to twist, Lorenzo was wary, but still stood steadily in the original place, and then the ground began to collapse, but it was not the kind of irregular crushing, it seemed that a sharp blade had cut it, they were neatly cracked After opening, it became piece after piece of quaintly carved rock.

A door of memory just erected on each huge rock, and then they began to fall one by one, spiraling and extending continuously, until the huge ladder stretched out into the darkest abyss, which could not be seen.

Lorenzo was standing on the edge of the rock, looking below the deep darkness, without any light, looking towards the top of his head, that was his route when he came, the door to the outside of the palace was open, and the lights inside the door were bright.

This is no longer an artificially excavated space, but a palace cast by that psychedelic will. This place is like an abyss, with countless rocks holding the gate, floating inside the abyss.

After a short hesitation, Lorenzo chose to continue downward. Perhaps this was a hint from his subconscious mind. All those forgotten were left at will and fell to the bottom of the abyss. He continued to move forward as he passed by. , Door after door opened, and memories swallowed him like a tide.

“We are about to implant secret blood…047.”

042 Lying on the soft grass, squinting, looking up at the blue sky, the breeze blowing across his body, it seems that there are invisible hands hugging him.

“what happened?”

047 was sitting in the shade of the tree beside him, he was reading, there is never a shortage of books around this guy.

“Are not you afraid?”

042 asked curiously, the sun was dazzling, he could only squint, unable to open.

“They said that implanting secret blood will kill people, we will all die, and there is a high probability that we will die.”

042 sat up and looked towards 047 under the shade of the tree. Someone ran past him, a group of children who were the same as 042.

Normally they have little freedom at all, but with the advancement of the implantation of secret blood, the priests’ supervision of them is much relaxed. Some children think that the old-fashioned priests have finally opened up, but 042 feels that this is more like before death mercy.

“No one knows who will survive, maybe you will die, I will survive, or the other way around…It’s like a strange gambling game, close your eyes and bet you can wake up.”

042 stood up, walked to 047’s side, and sat together in the shade.

“Are you afraid of death?” 047 closed the book and looked at 042.

“No one is not afraid…Aren’t you afraid?”

042 looked at 047 with suspicion, but the suspicion quickly dissipated. In fact, judging by 047’s character, he might really not be afraid of death.

“How do you say?” 047 wanted to comfort this guy, but another said.

“Don’t be so pessimistic, maybe you will survive? And we don’t know what the specific situation is, maybe it’s just the priest scaring us?”

Suddenly there was a voice, and 016 came over from behind the tree, not only her, but also another familiar guy.

“However, if it’s a bet, I suggest you don’t do anything to hurt your luck recently.”

011 also walked out after this, he looked at 042 with a wicked smile, and 042 was instantly alert, but thinking of what 011 said, he couldn’t help but ask.

“Luck?”

“Yes, luck is quantified. Use a little less until it’s gone.”

“What’s wrong with this?”

“Don’t believe me, I can rely on it to live now.” 011 said.

042 is a little bored, “You must be dead, you bet that many before.”

011 is a gambler in this group of children. Of course, he is not a serious gambler. He likes to gamble with everyone for dinner. The rewards of priests, some of which are of little value, but are very precious to this group of children, and strange. This guy will never lose, he wins every bet.

“There is also a difference between gambling and gambling. 042. Both of you and I are not called gambling. It can only be said that it is a unilateral fraud. It takes no luck.”

011 waved his hand, “Who calls you too stupid.”

042 immediately thought of getting up and beating this guy, but 011’s movements were so vigorous, 042 couldn’t catch this slippery guy at all.

Immediately afterwards, flames spread over the grass, and the dead bodies piled up into hills.

“You still lost the bet…011.”

Lorenzo couldn’t help but said, past those memories and continue to move down, rock after rock, neither fast nor slow.

To be honest, these past memories have long been blurred. If it were not for this memory palace, Lorenzo might not be able to recall so clearly, those who have long since died, those things that have long been forgotten.

But suddenly a door attracted his attention. Unlike the others, it was not at all opened due to Lorenzo’s arrival. It was closed tightly. The wooden door seemed to have been burned by the fire, and the surface was carbonized and cracked.

Lorenzo stopped in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, and pushed hard as if he was about to push away a rock, until there was a slight gap in between, and behind the gap revealed death, and gray dust overflowed, as if It is the ashes of the dead.

Suddenly he knew what this door was. Everyone had painful memories, and those painful memories were subconsciously judged as bad. Recalling that it would bring a burden to themselves, they were deliberately forgotten until they fell. Dusty.

Obviously this was a deliberately forgotten past, but the door opened when Lorenzo realized it.

Lorenzo had no time to make any preparations. Then the stinging pain covered his whole body, and then countless arms stretched out from behind the door. They were pale in color with fishy blood stains, and the painful whispers echoed in the meantime. Drag into the world behind the door.

The pain of tearing inside, an unknown liquid poured into Lorenzo’s nose and mouth. He coughed in pain and struggled hard, but the countless arms locked him tightly like a cage, and the cold came from the wound inside. Diving into the body, a melodious whale sound came from my ears.

……

“How… what happened?”

Hercule panicked, he looked at Lorenzo before him, not knowing what to do for a moment.

At first everything went smoothly. With the smoke covering Parsnip, Lorenzo fell asleep deeply, with consciousness between awake and coma, to spy on the palace of memories.

In fact, it’s like hypnosis. Lorenzo seems to have successfully entered the palace of memory after closing his eyes. This guy smiles gently from time to time, happy for a while, sad for a while, dark inside. These expressions are a bit vague, but Hercule still sees clearly. .

He pinched the time, the time for the first entry shouldn’t be too long, and just as he was about to wake Lorenzo, the mutation happened suddenly, Lorenzo closed his eyes and whispered, as if he was suffering a cruel punishment.

This is not what will happen when exploring the memory palace, Hercule’s head is blank.

Lorenzo fell to the ground, curled up into a ball, twitching in pain. You can clearly see the bulge of azure’s blood vessels. His hands beat the ground hard, and his sharp nails left a shallow white mark on it.

“Lo… Lorenzo!”

Hercule tried to wake him up, but Lorenzo was like a wild beast who had lost his mind at the moment. He couldn’t hear him at all. He tore himself hard, and in a blink of an eye his upper body was bloody, and there seemed to be something on him. In his body, he wanted to drive him out like crazy.

“Damn! Damn!”

Hercule scolded a few times. It was obvious that he could not wake Lorenzo, and leaned against the door a little fearfully, thinking about what to do next.

Lorenzo is a very terrifying guy. From the fact that he killed that many people with a spoon, you can see that this guy is extremely dangerous, and now Hercule is locked up with a crazy version of Lorenzo.

Judging from Lorenzo’s self-harming behavior at the moment, he really has no reason to speak of. Hercule has no time to describe his thoughts at the moment, and can only say aloud.

“Sorry!”

Hercule said and escaped from the secret room. He didn’t dare to stay there for a while. With his small body, Lorenzo could really tear him alive.

He then closed the door of the secret room, probably afraid of Lorenzo rushing out, he moved in the closet again, pressed the door tightly, and then took out a shotgun from another room, watching it all with palpitation.

Hercule is not the experienced Knight of the cleansing agency. He can’t panic. What he is doing now is just psychological comfort. He doesn’t think these things can stop Lorenzo from losing control, but he still promises a little confidence in Lorenzo.

“You won’t be so crazy…”

Lorenzo whimpered in the secret room. He opened his eyes, but his eyes were bloodshot. He hadn’t escaped from the memory.

In the memory, he was lying in a cold place, with a pure white light falling, but he was fainted by the tears in his eyes and turned into a large light spot.

Pain came from every part of his body. He tried to struggle. All he could do was lift his head slightly, and then he saw his body with 1000 sores and 100 holes.

Although the picture is blurry, Lorenzo can distinguish it. The white steel nails nailed himself to the original place. There are countless infusion tubes connected to him. The blood is circulated externally, and the entire chest is cut open. The solid skeleton It also shattered, revealing the beating heart.

This seems to be a funeral, but it is more like a torture. There are countless black shadows surrounding themselves, they extend the hand cutting back and forth on their body, while still whispering.

“Increase the anesthetic, he can’t wake up yet.”

“Start typing secret blood…”

“Prepare the Silver Binding Bolt and install it from the chest.”

The sonorous iron ming continued, and the bone pain that followed, in the end only sluggish numbness remained.

Lorenzo once thought that he did not remember the process of implanting secret blood. In fact, he did. He woke up briefly during the operation, and those vague memories have been hidden in the deepest part of his memory. He deliberately Forget about it.

But at this dim time, another familiar voice sounded. The owner of the voice was so old, like a shriveled corpse.

“Inject it as well.”

The old man walked out of the darkness, and under the pure white light, he also turned into a member of the dark shadow.

“But… he might die, the implantation of secret blood has already made him very difficult.” Someone said.

But the old man didn’t at all heed what he meant. He was just silent. His turbid eyes reflected the twisted body. The whole body was completely cut open, like a cruel living body Dissection, and he could clearly see his internal organs. , And those skeletons pale in the light.

“This is the key, the key to sublimation.”

The old man said this as if he was talking about the ancient incantion, completely ignoring the persuasion of the people around him, and piercing an injection into the infusion tube, letting it and the scarlet liquid pour into his body.

“No no no! He will die! We…no, you no longer have the materials to prepare for the next ceremony!” the man said, “we have lost control of the church…this is the last thing we can call Holy Grail blood!”

“But if he can’t bear this, we also don’t have time to wait for the next ceremony, right?”

The old man asked rhetorically, he has lived for too long, until Death God has been wandering by his side, ready to wield the deadly sickle and take away the soul of this struggling on whilst at death’s door.

“Hold on to the child, you will be my continuation.”

The rough palms pressed on the boy’s face, obviously such a cruel act, but the boy’s face did not have the slightest pain, he seemed to be asleep, with an innocent expression on his face.

“Continue… We extracted powerful blood from the within the body of Demon, but in order to allow the body to withstand this, we continue to deteriorate the powerful Bloodline… After all, secret blood is just the sacred defective product.”

“He… will die.”

The man looked at all this sadly. The people nearby were ready. Some even pulled out the Nail sword. Maybe the boy could not wake up anymore and was replaced by a crazy Demon.

But the old man didn’t care about this, he lowered his head, Lorenzo could barely see his face in his blurred vision.

He chanted the hymn softly, and the old song was melodious, soothing the tortured souls like a lullaby.

“It’s you?”

Lorenzo remembered the old man’s name.

As the secret blood flows through the body, the dying body miraculously resists the crazy erosion. No stitching is required. A terrifying life force is given to this body. The silver skeleton is also wrapped in flesh and blood.

“Yes… that’s it, child.”

Many years ago, in a dark corner, Lorenzo Medici lightly stroked the child’s cheek, humming an ancient solemn tune.