Ember Gun

  Chapter 233 Rat King

  "Where should I start with all this?"

In the slightly cramped back kitchen, Hercule was sitting next to the cupboard. He was more restrained than before. After all, he is now tied to a chair by a rope. Lorenzo is opposite him, holding the one called Poirot. Mischief, not far from his hand, there are several spoons and forks.

   "It's okay, I have time to listen to you, Rat King, Hercules... Forget it, whatever you are."

  Up to this point, everything is clear, and there is no more chance for Hercules to play tricks in front of Lorenzo.

  The big mouse in his arms lay down comfortably, looking at Hercules, who did not know where to start, Lorenzo asked curiously.

  "Why do you treat it as the rat king?"

Lorenzo said while rubbing the big mouse in his arms. Its fur was too soft. The whole shape looked like a hair ball. According to the history Lorenzo knew, this little thing was once known for its fur. Hunting to extinction, it is considered a rare thing in Invergril, I remember that it has some alternative names, I remember it is called My Neighbor Totoro.

   "Because this big mouse saved my life. To be precise, it was the first generation Poirot who saved my life."

  Herkery followed Lorenzo’s questioning, slowly telling his past.

  "I am not from Inervig, I am from Leish. I worked as a police officer for a period of time. Later, I suffered a shipwreck and was reduced to Inervig."

   "Shipwreck?"

   "Yes, when I met those **** Viking pirates, I took advantage of the chaos and escaped in a small boat, and they did not chase them. After all, there is no food or fresh water on the vast sea. I am dead in this situation."

  Herkery said and looked at Poirot.

"But they didn't expect that there was not only me on the boat, but also a chinchilla. This little thing was used as a pet in some wealthy people's houses, and because it was scarce and expensive, some merchants on the boat brought several of them and prepared to sell them. Inervig, it may be that the cage was opened while it was in a mess, and it just fled with me into the boat."

   "Did you...eat it?"

  Lorenzo thought for a while. Maybe he was in contact with some evil and **** things every day, and the follow-up he thought was so bloody.

"How is it possible that this little thing is so cute that you are willing to eat it? And there are only a few pieces of meat on it... At that time, the most difficult thing was the mind. In that desperate situation, I talked to Poirot all day long," Hull Kerry raised his eyebrows, "Human will is fragile. At first it was just me talking to myself, but Poirot returned one day."

  Lorenzo was startled when he heard this.

   "Wait! That mouse spoke?"

   "That's right! It talked and talked to me."

  In order to convince Lorenzo, Hercules spoke faster.

"Poirot chatted with me... It was too boring in the desperate situation, so I looked back on my life. Since then, I have a wonderful feeling. I can remember everything in my life, those vague The story is not clear even before death."

Hercules laughed like a lunatic. "Poirot said it remembered it too. It has three brothers, and only one of its unlucky ghosts was caught by humans. The rest of the compatriots are still living in the woods happily. ."

   "You have a mental problem." Lorenzo said.

   "Yes, how can a mouse talk?"

  Herkery nodded, looking a little lonely.

"Just when I was about to die, I was rescued by another cargo ship. At the time I said I was going to take Poirot with him. After all, it was a deadly friendship, but when I looked at Poirot, I found that The hairy mouse doesn't know how long it has been dead, and the body has rotted away."

  Herkeley said, "That's right, this little thing is very expensive, and the sun's exposure can easily kill it."

"what's next?"

"Then I was sent to Inervig by a cargo ship. This was their destination. I had no money and no proof of identity. At that time, my mental state was so bad that I could hear a big one all day long. The mouse squeaked in my ears, and I fell into the Xiacheng area in a daze."

   "So you became a rat king?"

  Lorenzo feels that Hercule’s experience, from the perspective of ordinary people, is quite legendary.

   "How is it possible? You should know how difficult it is for a stranger to be in Xiacheng, not to mention that I seem to have some mental illness."

   "Then is your illness cured?"

   "If it's not good, I won't be here."

  Herkeley looked around, looking through the walls as if to see the lower city he was hiding.

"I became a homeless man, living a muddle-headed life, but life is fair, at least for me. I have suffered and gained strength. I can remember the people and things around me, even Said that the same is true of their casual conversations."

  He stared at Lorenzo, telling bit by bit how he became the Rat King, or the person behind the Rat King.

"I didn't know how to use such power at first. After all, I was just a person with a better memory. But in a coincidence, I used the chatter I heard to integrate the prototype of a story, and even said that I saw it. Its direction..."

  The weird part came, and Lorenzo listened intently. This was his greatest curiosity about Hercules. To some extent, he achieved a kind of limited "omniscience" with the power of a mortal.

   "With the mentality of giving a try, I hid in the shadows and became the biggest winner behind the scenes. Those thugs, I never thought that I would intervene in all of this."

   Hercule admitted frankly.

   "That was the beginning of my turning point. I knew how to use this power, so the bad mouse appeared."

"I have accumulated a huge amount of wealth in a short period of time, and no one knows all this. I am like a shadow. At that time I thought about leaving here, but soon one thing changed my mind. This is what I was looking for. The cause of'you'."

This is a point that Lorenzo has always been thinking about. It can be seen that Hercule is indeed not malicious towards him, but he has another strange feeling. This feeling is very familiar. Lorenzo once felt it in Merlin. However, the mysterious alchemist once asked Lorenzo if he was interested in donating the body after his death.

  Herkeley is very curious, he is a seeker, and he yearns for the mysterious knowledge.

   "The Rat King is just a smoke bomb, a stunt, and a hairy rat named Poirot."

  "You should be aware of the chaos and dangers in Xiacheng. The more the rat grows, the more dangerous I will be. Instead of worrying, it's better to transfer the contradiction over."

  Lorenzo listened to him and lifted Poirot up, "So this Poirot became the rat king?"

  Herkery nodded and smiled.

"Poirot is my lucky mouse. Although it died in a shipwreck, if there weren’t for the mouse that babbled with me, I might be crazy and more thorough. So after I accumulated enough capital, I learned from a businessman Bought it in his hands, Poirot the second generation."

"The mysterious Rat King manages all the bad rats. Of course, the person who actually operates it is still me, but when someone has bad intentions, they will only look for the Rat King instead of getting involved with a small intelligence dealer. "

  Herkeley continued, "Then it's time to get to the point next, right?"

   Lorenzo responded.

  "You are a person who sells information. You should know the value of information. Now you have told me these secret and deadly stories, so what do you want in exchange for?"

  Herkeley smiled happily. "You are a smart man, Mr. Holmes."

  "This is another story. At that time, I had wealth and I wanted to take the money back to Leish, but...people are always greedy, right."

  "Do you desire more wealth?"

  Herkeley shook his head, his face flushed with excitement.

  "You are someone similar to me, Mr. Holmes, our thinking is different from ordinary people, can it be said that wealth can move you?"

Lorenzo did not speak. If he really wants to make a difficult choice, wealth will obviously not affect his decision. When that kind of thing is really needed, just grab it. Lorenzo doesn't think the bank's security can stop him now. .

   "Yeah, those are all things that are at your fingertips. In fact, I was pursuing those things a long time ago, but the shipwreck completely changed me." He said.

  “People’s pursuits shouldn’t be those, but more mysterious or essential things, so what about the forbidden knowledge? This is worth the madness of people like us, isn’t it?”

  Herkery started his seemingly crazy speech, as if something had been touched. Lorenzo looked at Herkery. For the first time, he felt a bit of similarity from this guy.

"I am the rat king. I manage all the bad rats. They run around in every corner of the city. I exchange wealth for what they see and hear. They are my eyes and ears, and they will constantly receive a steady stream of information. Bring it to my mind... this is a very deformed desire for control."

  The words became enthusiastic, as if a fire ignited.

   "I can calculate the fluctuations in prices from the conversations of the people at the pier, and the gossip of the mobs, to piece together a smuggling operation. I even reached out to the city hall."

  "Don’t believe it, Mr. Holmes, this is actually very simple. I can’t guess what the chef will do at night, but I can judge what he bought by the amount of goods in the market."

   "Sounds full of loopholes." Lorenzo said pretendingly.

  “So the stories I calculated will have a certain deviation value to make the story fault-tolerant,

  It's like you killed those thugs. The truth is, you used a spoon to solve them... But this is really not in line with ordinary people's logic, isn't it? So in order to fix these ‘vulnerabilities’, I will make some changes to the story, for example, your shotgun that has flooded into the water can fire normally. "

  Lorenzo looked serious, he involuntarily grasped Poirot in his arms, although he was not a human, but the big mouse could also feel the weight of the atmosphere, it was timid to die, nestled in a ball, and motionless.

"Inferior rats bring more and more information, and the timeliness is getting higher and higher. The more I know, the more I know everything in this city. It becomes clearer and clearer before my eyes. I can even analyze it, Come to foresee anything that happens in this city!"

  Herkeley's eyes are fiery.

  "Mr. Holmes, sometimes I feel like Queen Victoria, I have mastered the city, mastered it thoroughly."

  Lorenzo looked at him deeply, and then said with some disdain.

"Impossible, mortals can't do this. Compared to what you said, I believe you are not the rat king. You are also one of his puppets. There is your archive somewhere underground in the old town. , Dozens of people...maybe hundreds of people, integrating the intelligence brought by the bad rats, conducting a ridiculous story meeting, and then handing it over to you, so that you can make a magical speech in front of my eyes."

   "You really have the inferiorities of a mortal. At the beginning, I didn't believe this. After all, this is beyond your imagination. Right, human beings can't imagine and have not witnessed anything."

  Herkeley laughed, as if laughing at Lorenzo, which made Lorenzo very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Holmes, let’s talk about the cause of my search for'you' first. This is a very interesting beginning. At that time, I had a huge amount of information. The operation of the entire city was so clear before my eyes. The harder I tried to see it clearly, the more I discovered that there was a cloud of fog in this city that could not be dispelled."

"It hides the most secret secrets. No matter how the bad rats find out, I can't see him clearly. After so many years, all I can do now is to know its existence. There are other things in this city. Something that is absolutely unknown."

  He speeded up his speech again. It seemed that he would do this as soon as he got excited. Maybe the mental illness left by the shipwreck was still there, and Herkel looked a little crazy.

"As you said, I'm just a mortal. A mortal cannot achieve'omniscience'. I also have limitations. There are many things that I haven't witnessed. I can only rely on the true foundation to calculate the story. There are too many stories in Dun Ling, and their deviations are surprisingly large."

  "You may not be able to understand this definition. Simply put, many events do not conform to common sense logic, or...there are extraordinary powers at work."

  When he heard the word extraordinary, Lorenzo's pupils couldn't help but tighten, and this tiny change was so clear in Hercule's eyes that he was generally affirmed, and he smiled happily.

  "I started to find out why this is the case. The more I traced it, the more I can find the cloud over the old Dunling. In this city, there is another power, that extraordinary power!"

  He stared at Lorenzo, questioning loudly.

"Mr. Holmes, you also saw that monster, right, why do you call them? Demon? You must have killed it, but after killing it you didn't think about disposing of its body, it is so Weird, once exposed, it will have a strong impact on the public, right."

   "But you still left without looking back. Do you believe that no one will find out, or do you believe that someone will handle all this after you leave?"

  Obviously Hercule was tied to the chair by Lorenzo, but under that somewhat crazy momentum, Lorenzo felt that he was tied to the chair instead.

At the same time, Lorenzo also thought it was a bit absurd. If what Herculi said is true, then this is a genius or a lunatic. He relied on the clues revealed in this city to calculate the existence of the cleansing agency, and he even The inferior secret blood has been found, and Lorenzo has been set up.

   "In fact, those rumors are true."

  Herkery said abruptly, and he broke free from the chair forcefully, Lorenzo couldn't help tensing his body, but Herkery didn't do anything extra, he still sat on the chair honestly.

   "Like the archives, it's real."

   "Like I said, you are also one of the puppets. All this is done by your group?" Lorenzo asked.

   "No, what I said is true. I am the only one and the rats who helped me."

   "Of course that archive really exists, but it is here."

  Herkeley stretched out his index finger as he spoke, and pointed hard at his temple.

  “It’s here, it records everything I have seen and heard from the time of the shipwreck to the present, all of which are here, the past and future of this city, everything is here!”

  As he said, he walked up to Lorenzo quickly, stretched out his hand, wiggled down, and provoked the corners of his mouth vigorously.

   "Get to know, Hercule Christie, it’s okay if you call me the Rat King. After all, Poirot’s three meals a day have to be taken care of by me."

  (End of this chapter)