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The first meeting was over, Zuojin said that if they contacted again, they would visit in person, and then some messy matters, chat with a few Old Guys, and then Lorenzo was released back.

When he came, he failed to sit in the carriage of the cleansing agency. In order to make up for the Red Eagle, Lorenzo pestered Red Eagle and asked him to send himself back. This made Red Eagle so hard to toss that he yelled endlessly along the way. He always Being disgusted by Lorenzo, and he never goes back every time, which makes Red Eagle very powerless.

Returning to a familiar home, Lorenzo felt that his anxiety over the past few days seemed to be finally relieved, lying in bed, feeling comfortable.

He remembered something, turned out the bed, sat at the table, then opened the drawer and took out a photo album.

Turning over, there are all familiar faces.

Red Eagle, Burlau, Eve, Seleu… and even Arthur.

The photos contained in it were different, there were cut newspapers, and some yellowed photos that were obviously torn from the archives. There were also some handwritten notes by Lorenzo to mark who these people were.

After returning from Jihai, Lorenzo was very worried. He was afraid of who he would forget. For this reason, he collected these photos in his free time and integrated them all together.

Seleu’s photos are the best collection. After all, it is Stuart’s female Duke. Just find a newspaper and you can cut off her head. The same is true for Arthur. The more difficult thing is these guys in the cleansing agency.

Lorenzo didn’t bother to care about Red Eagle asking for photos or taking him to take photos. With Red Eagle’s mouthful of bad words that were not inferior to him, Lorenzo only thought it would be a torture. For this reason, Lorenzo used some strange applications to obtain Access to the archives, I hope those guys didn’t notice the loss of the photos.

Familiar faces one after another, they filled this album, and at the end there was a photo taken in Galunalo.

The memory was touched, Lorenzo calmed down for a while, put the album away, put it back in the drawer, moved towards and walked downstairs.

“The mechanical academy stopped all other productions and made every effort to assist the’death prison’. It is not expected that in half a month, we will be able to create a simple shelter under Pillar of Forge, and there is no guarantee that various facilities can be put into use. , But it can be guaranteed that Holy Silver will be all over it, preventing the invasion.”

Merlin’s words echoed in his mind, and Lorenzo wrote and drew on the map.

He wiped everything on the desktop, and then tiled the hung map on it.

Old Turin is strictly protected. Iron whales and armed Iron Snake patrol more frequently, not to mention the rioters patrolling the streets.

These do not exist to contain Roger. Iron and Fire can’t kill him. All this is for a somewhat cruel reason.

Once such a monster falls into Old Turin inside, the erosion intensity he releases is enough to create a large number of monsters. Rather than fighting against Roger, these weapons are used to kill the citizens who may become monsters.

Lorenzo drew a big triangle on the map, with three vertices located in Irvine, Galunalo, and Holy Gospel Papal State.

Without knowing exactly what Roger moved down, these three areas may be hit by him, and then… counterattack.

Lorenzo felt a headache when he thought of this. He felt weird, as if something had been forgotten, and as if there was a wall preventing him from thinking in a certain direction.

Under Hercule’s words, Lorenzo doubted whether he had suffered antimemetics, but he didn’t know why he made the decision to make him forget something. As for what the forgotten thing is, it’s even harder to think about it. .

For this reason, he fell into a strange situation. Believing his own words, Lorenzo shouldn’t delve into it. He kept forgetting, doubting his words, and Lorenzo feared that his actions would cause some kind of mistake.

The other thing is, is the truth really like this?

Countless doubts have enveloped Lorenzo, and now is the time when he should least doubt his mind.

He took out [Final Echo] and fiddled with the dark cube.

This black cube is very tempting, like erosion. Lorenzo can feel its influence and attract him to spy, but he understands that this is not the black cube’s problem, but his own problem.

Everyone is like this. When they see this black cube that is enough to influence the direction of the world, no one can stop the reverie about it.

The magic is not gold, but the heart.

Lorenzo rubbed the surface of the black cube, feeling its coldness, his eyes fixed on the map.

The suspicion in his heart intensified. Lorenzo liked the feeling that everything was under his control, but now the reality of the virtual reality made him uneasy, so that when he stared at the black cube, he had such an illusion for a moment.

Antimeme is self-enclosed information, it needs a carrier to carry, so is this black cube really its carrier?

This is a black box, and Lorenzo has no way to prove it, just as he can’t prove whether he was affected by antimeme.

“Maybe I need another plan, one to deal with all possible… lore.”

Lorenzo leaned back, raised his legs, and held the black cube in his hands, as if he was embracing a child.

Antimeme needs a carrier, which can be heavy rain or black cubes, or even…people.

More than that, Lorenzo began to think about whether consciousness can also be a carrier of antimeme.

He stood up suddenly, like a crazy lunatic, took up a pen ruler, Lorenzo began to measure the distance between Old Turin and Seven Hills, with the existing surveying methods, the error is bound to be very large, but in [Gap ] Shuttle, such an error does not affect anything.

Lorenzo calculated the maximum range of his erosion influence, thinking about how long it would take him to reach the Temple of Stasis if he was alone.

He didn’t know where the strangeness he felt was coming from. Lorenzo didn’t have the courage to pin all his hopes in this blindness. He needed to take the initiative by himself, at least when a disaster happened. The ability to remedy.

“So, all you need is the carrier, right?”

Lorenzo stared at the black cube, a gleam of white light flashed across his eyes.

Maybe… Lorenzo can do this if necessary.

This is a somewhat crazy move, it will be Lorenzo’s hole card to deal with any possible sudden situation.

“As long as Roger appears, Ed Lun will definitely appear… No, he may also guard the well of sublimation and avoid being lured the tiger away from the mountain.”

Lorenzo looks at the red triangle, there is actually a fourth corner, and that is Roger without a trace. When he appears, all the dots will be connected together and play the crazy opening together.

However, under various circumstances, there may be a moment when the Temple of Stasis is unguarded.

Lorenzo’s heart begins to stir.

This thought did not last long. After thinking about everything, Lorenzo rolled up the map and set it aside.

He picked up the suitcase on the side, which was filled with changed clothes, and then his own weapons and some messy things.

Arthur proposed to let Lorenzo be stationed in the cleaning agency, otherwise it would be too troublesome to have to come to him every time, not to mention that in this case, once there is a sudden occurrence, the action will be very difficult.

Lorenzo understands what Arthur means. On the surface, it is actually a surveillance of Lorenzo, lest Lorenzo do anything crazy and substitute the direction of the story into another astray.

What’s more, this guy is worried about Lorenzo.

Although Arthur didn’t want to say that, it’s the truth. Lorenzo is currently the peak individual battle strength, and it also keeps the [Final Echo]. Once in a night that no one knows, Lorenzo will Is the office so deadly?

For these various reasons, Lorenzo had to move for a long time, only to live for a short period of time, but he was still very reluctant to give up here.

Think about it carefully, in addition to fighting and killing monsters, Lorenzo seems to be the only desire to stay here to die. Now it is a bit unbearable to let him leave here, but when I think about it, if it happens here In the battle, the firm might be flattened in minutes, and Lorenzo did not hesitate so much.

Rather than flattening your own home, it is better to harm the cleansing agency, because it is what they asked for anyway.

Everything to bring is almost ready. As for the Holy Silver brought by Red Eagle, there are more in the cleansing agency, so there is no need to bring it.

Picking up the hat and clasping it on his head, Lorenzo pulled the suitcase and was about to walk out of the office. He remembered something again, turned around, stepped on the chair and climbed onto the table.

“Yeah, my Little Darling.”

Lorenzo took it off, leaned it against his face, and rubbed the wooden butt firmly, like a big dog picking up his beloved bone.

“Don’t walk gently into that good night.”

Fingers scratched the bumps, the craftsman’s craftsmanship is very good, according to Lorenzo’s description, even some tiny details were made.

This is not the original Winchester, but Lorenzo does not pay attention to that many, and still treats it as a brand new, just like Hercule’s Bolo, it’s just a few generations.

In the subsequent battles, Lorenzo seldom used this weapon because of his own strength. It was more like a memorial to commemorate the past.

Originally Lorenzo wanted to keep it in the office, but he didn’t want to do it when he went out. Lorenzo chose to bring it this time, as if to prevent himself from appearing so lonely.

“So… I think there is another person who is right.”

Lorenzo stood on the table and looked at this not a small or very big office.

He knew very well that he was a lonely person. In his casual daily life, the biggest hobby was lying on the sofa to spend time, but Lorenzo always felt that…this place shouldn’t be so deserted.

Lorenzo always felt that there should be a person beside him, but after looking at the distribution of the rooms, there was no place for new roommates, so where did his illusion come from?

Headache.

He couldn’t remember the forgotten “roommate”, walked off the table, carrying Winchester and the suitcase, Lorenzo locked the door of the room, the silhouette drifted away and disappeared at the end of the street corner.

……

Galunalo, the port of Maruri.

Since the night of suffering, this place has become the front line of the Galunalo war. Countless battleships line the sea. Among the ruins of the city, orthodox pastors travel back and forth, spreading the glow of faith.

Under Lawrence’s means, Orthodox Church has penetrated deeply into the people inside, and with Maruli Port as the core, it spreads towards all around.

In the streets under the night, can be seen everywhere Orthodox pastors, holding lanterns and candlesticks in their hands, walking forward and praying.

The brutality of several people in Lorenzo detonated the underground supply system in Maruli. The line was completely buried. Now people can only use candlelight to illuminate, and everything seems to be advancing in the past.

Pastor walked to the patrolling soldiers, prayed the holy words, whispered ups and downs, and gathered together with the distant sounds, like an unknown chant, hovering over the city.

Looking down on Maruli from a high altitude, you can see endless candlelights rising on the street. They interlace each other and form a burning cobweb. The rays of light on the outer edge are a bit dim, but moved towards the core of the cobweb. Going, the glow became stronger and stronger, so that its center was as brilliant as the day.

In the center of this candlelight is the expanded Hearn Cathedral, where Lawrence, as the Orthodox Pope, has established this as his residence. Countless priests surround this place, with taboos rolling in his blood.

The melted wax oil soaks the long steps, like solidified blood.

Liya stepped on the bright red long steps and moved upwards blankly. The green laughter of the past disappeared in her body. Now there is only the cold that can’t even be warmed by candlelight.

She crossed the barriers and saw the bright red silhouette at the core of Hearn Cathedral.

With his back to Liya, he is located under the huge pipe organ in the church. He touches the piano with both hands. It seems that he wants to play a piece of music, but for some reason, he hasn’t done it for a long time.

Liya moved towards him, holding a secret document in her hand, and then staying beside him.

“Your Excellency, you have a letter from Old Turin.”

“Old Turin?”

Lawrence turned his head, the same cold face was reflected on the cold mask, and a hoarse laughter sounded.

“A letter from Old Turin?”

“Yes.”

Liya was nodded and said that she was not joking. The situation in White Tide Strait was severe. There was almost no contact between the two countries, and now a letter that shouldn’t be here arrived here.

“It seems to be sent here urgently through some special channels,” Liya said, “I also asked the postman to inquire, and he doesn’t know anything.”

“Is that so?”

Lawrence raised a little interest. At this time, a personal letter from Old Turin, he was curious what it would be.

After receiving the letter, with sharp fingertips like a knife, he easily cut open the envelope and took out the paper. Under the untidy handwriting, Lawrence found the familiar name in the corner.

“Lorenzo Holmes.”