Ember Gun

  Chapter 275 Library

  Lorenzo's memories are over. He stopped talking, as if thinking back to those beautiful days. He looked out the window silently. After a long time, the silence was broken by Hercule.

   "047 sounds like a passionate seeker."

  Herkeley doesn’t know the details of [God Baptism], but judging from the unique knowledge, 047 must have collected a lot.

"He is different from me. He is a restless lamb and is full of enthusiasm for everything... In fact, the life of a demon hunter is very difficult, not only after officially becoming a demon hunter, but also when we were young. To receive hard training, from theology to swordsmanship, everyone is eliminated at different stages.

Become a priest, and then a templar... In fact, we are a glorious existence. In Fei Lengcui, both priests and templars are extremely noble professions, but we are homeless wild dogs. Get this honor.

At that time, many people envied us. They felt that these young children are the offspring of those big men. Only in this way can they achieve this kind of achievement at this age. But in fact, these are only compensation for the price. Those who know our destiny are always Look at us with that disdain. "

  Lorenzo's voice is very calm. This may be the day he recalled the most in the past so many years, and those vague pictures gradually became clear.

"Like the lambs to be slaughtered, they are going to die anyway. It doesn't matter what ridiculous glory is given, right? Most people died in the implanted secret blood. Fortunately, I survived, 047 and 016 They all survived, they are my best friends, and everyone survived."

Hercules was silent. He analyzed his past from Lorenzo's words. From this moment, he can hear that Lorenzo still thinks he is 042, and the existence of 042 runs through all his memories. , From childhood until now.

   "What happened later?" Hercule asked.

   "Later..."

  Lorenzo paused, but he didn't seem to feel the pain of the wound anymore, he just replied simply.

  "Except for me, 047 and 016 died in the night of the Holy Prophet, both dead, all dead..."

  Lorenzo suddenly got up and closed the open window, isolating the wind and rain.

   "You look a little tired."

   "It's okay, but mentally exhausted, this exhaustion is very difficult to recover." Lorenzo replied.

   "Do you want to take a break?"

   "Is this all right?" Lorenzo asked, feeling that he was just beginning to remember the past.

"A person's existence is not just a simple sticky note that can be described... Human beings are contradictory and complicated," Hercule said and looked at Lorenzo. "Just like you, Lorenzo Hall. Moss, you are a fierce and violent detective on the surface, but you secretly support the poor orphans.

  Are you a villain? It doesn't look like it, but who can say that you are a good person? After all, your hands are already full of blood. "

  Herkelly took a deep breath.

   "So this is human, whether it is 042 or 047. If they can be described by a simple word, then that person must be a ridiculous fiction, right?"

  "Do you want to recover someone from my narrative?" Lorenzo asked.

  "To be precise, it is to let you try to recover by yourself and find the clues to the past. Of course, it is the best for you to remember those logical gaps." Hercule said.

"You have to know one thing, Lorenzo, human beings don’t remember something deliberately, such as hunger, when you are talking to me, you don’t think of it, right, only when you feel hungry, You will think of this... I know this may be abstract, but I still hope you try to understand it.

  Every moment of ours is becoming the past, becoming a part of memory, and all of this is so huge, we will not remember it all the time, we will only remember it when the outside world gives us a stimulus.

  For example, the day before, if I don’t ask questions, you won’t remember these things, but when I ask questions, you can retrieve the memory corresponding to this vocabulary from that huge memory. Memory is like a huge library, a library hidden in a palace, and we are the librarian. When there is a stimulus from the outside world, we find the corresponding book according to the need of stimulus, that is, memory. "

  This is also the embryonic form of the memory palace, an existence that can be described by a language, Herkel continued to explain.

  "But now your library has a problem. Those books are scattered all over the place, the names of the covers and the content do not match, and some bookshelves are blank...The memory is gone."

  Herkery looked at Lorenzo and muttered.

   "Even the librarian was beaten into a trance."

"But human memories will not disappear without a chance. Our lives are very long and there are too many repetitive and cumbersome memories. They are like useless books, but occupy important places in vain, so they are usually thrown into memory. In the corner, or the basement in that palace, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist anymore, they are just forgotten.”

   "All I have to do now is find and fill those?" Lorenzo asked.

   "Yes, although I don't know the specific situation, I can also feel the weight of the so-called Holy Night... Lorenzo, you must figure out everything that night, that is the center of all mysteries."

  Herkeley stood up with Poirot in his arms, lit the light, and dispelled the darkness in the room. It seemed that the night was approaching, but it was already dark outside due to a thunderstorm, and I don’t know how long this kind of weather will last.

   "I will talk to you about the memory palace in a moment, but I will trouble you to rest early, your current mental state is very poor."

  Herkery said and showed Lorenzo the way.

   "That room is for you, I will sleep next door."

  ……

   Tired body with a tired spirit, lying heavily in the dim room, he was cold all over, only had time to take off the soaked clothes, and then hugged the bedding and shrank into a ball.

  The curtains were closed tightly, and there was no light to penetrate. After a long time, Joey slowly raised his head and looked at the nothingness in front of him.

The small ticking sound of the large Geiger index when it was running, and people walking and whispering sounded outside the door. There were still people on duty in this inclement weather. They were separated from Joey by the door, but they wanted to Across the world.

  Joy slowly hugged his head, and then the phantom under the blood curtain flashed in front of his eyes again.

  He hasn’t remembered this for a long time. He hasn’t had any since Joey was discharged from the Black Mountain Hospital, but now those things are coming back to him, those tender and **** faces.

  Joy took a deep breath. He tried to calm himself down. He was different from before. At that time he needed hallucinogens to escape these, but now he has walked out of that nightmare and he can't go back there anymore.

  Suddenly, there was thunder, and a short light flashed in the gap of the curtains, illuminating the room for a moment, and Joey saw the stench of red in the dim light.

  Joy was sluggish and stiff at first, and then slowly turned his head. A child-like black silhouette was standing by his bed, just as Joey had killed him many years ago.

"You are dead."

  Joy tried to keep calm.

  But the dark shadow did not respond to him, but made a weird childish voice. It seemed that countless children were laughing at Joey in the dark, and then they all rushed forward.

It was a similar nightmare in the Whitechapel, but this nightmare was so real, so real that Joey felt like he was dying. The dark shadows covered him heavily, and they bit this flesh and blood body and worked hard. Spread the pain to the maximum.

  But at this time, Joey was relieved a little bit. He was sure that the child was dead and the dead would not come back to life. He rolled off the bed and pulled out the folding knife beside the bed from the tumbling gap. This thing is just an inconspicuous iron rod in its contracted state.

  A light of a knife flashed in the dimly lit room, and it cut away the wriggling black shadow, but the black shadow soon gathered again, and in the next instant, countless scarlet gaps were cracked in the pitch-black shadow.

  Blood gushing along the gap, and after the gap is cracked, there are pale teeth, which are hundreds of biting mouths, and then the trembling laughter, the laughter of children.

  All darkness has become Joey’s enemy, and in this darkness there is only the only light, the light between the doors.

Joey quickly got up from the ground. He was not far from the door, only a few short steps, but now these short steps are so long, the surrounding darkness is creeping, they grabbed Joey, down At that moment, the bitten mouth closed, and the sharp teeth added more wounds to the flesh and blood.

  Fear, depression, anger, countless emotions surged from Joey's heart. He roared, Fan Tie beat the darkness in vain, but all this was just useless.

  The dark hand dragged him up and hit the ground heavily. Joey felt that he had broken a few bones, but then more blood poured out from his wound.

The monster suppressed Joey, and while biting him, he kept exerting force on this poor body. More and more blood poured out from the wound. He was like a squeezed orange, and his bones were also Shattered under this pressure, and finally reached out his hand, Joey didn't think he could escape, but he still stubbornly reached out and tried to open the door.

  The door opened the next moment.

  The light spilled in, the strange feeling disappeared, and the consciousness was on the verge of coma, the man rushed in, lifted Joey up, and kept calling his name.

   "Joy! Joey!"

Everything is so long. When Joey woke up from that trance, he was already lying on the ground with the white light on it. Someone was standing beside him, as if injecting something into his own. In the body, the vision became clear immediately.

   "Can you hear me? Joey!"

  Kestrel patted Joey's face vigorously. Looking at the still dull eyes, he shook his head and said to the person next to him.

  "Another Florund potion."

  The man looked at these with some worry. At this moment, several used syringes were still scattered on the ground, and Joey was injected again. No one knew what would happen.

   "Red...Kestrel?"

  Joy woke up at a critical moment. Although his eyes were still a bit sluggish, he could already do basic communication.

   "Alive?"

  Kestrel patted his face harder as he saw this situation. After a long time of tossing, Joey seemed to finally relieved. He sat on the chair, looking like he had lost all his strength.

"what happened?"

  After waiting for a long time, Joey said such a sentence, his pupils were still a little muddy.

   "This is what I want to ask you." Kestrel on the other side said.

   "I'm on duty, but it didn't take long for it to sound the alarm."

Kestrel pointed to the middle of the living room. The large machinery that runs through the entire building. It is a large Geiger counter, which eliminates the machinery and equipment used by agencies to detect erosion. However, its detection methods are very vague and can only rely on indexes and The color of the light and the frequency of warnings are judged.

  "It is not a regular alarm. The Geiger index rises slightly, and the frequency of alarms increases... A small degree of pollution is nearby, very close."

  Kestrel looked at Joey with scrutiny eyes.

"We were going to search the neighborhood, but suddenly there was a strange noise in your room. You were roaring, as if you were fighting with some monster, but when I opened the door, there was nothing, and you fell to the ground holding a folding knife. , The whole body twitches slightly, his eyes are dull, this...this is very similar to the reaction of falling into a hallucination.

  After I injected you with Florund's medicine, the Geiger index became stable..."

  It may be the reason that someone else is there. Kestrel did not mention the use of hallucinogens.

   "Is this..."

  Joy did not give any more explanations, but lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

   "I didn't use hallucinogens," Joey said with his arms exposed, where there were no needle holes for injection except for some scars. "Of course you have to check other places and say otherwise."

  Kestrel did not speak, Joey looked at the people around him. In terms of position, Joey and Kestrel were their superiors.

   "You guys leave first."

   There is no doubt. After all, the cleansing mechanism is an iron-blooded mechanism against demons. They all know what they are dealing with. Everyone walks quickly, and there are only two people left here for a while.

   "What's the matter, Joey? The others left, Kestrel asked.

   "I don't know, but I can be sure that I didn't use hallucinogens. Since I left the Black Mountain Hospital, I have never touched it again."

  "The Geiger Indexer...I was eroded by something and polluted." Joey thought about it all.

   "What's the matter?" Kestrel suddenly realized the complexity of the problem.

"I haven't had any combat missions against demons in the near future, but the **** duty on duty is still on duty. I haven't directly contacted any demons. Even if contact with demons, unless it is deeply corroded, the light pollution will gradually subside over time. ..."

  It seems that Florund's potion is working, and Joey's thoughts gradually become clear.

   "That is to say... at some point in the past, I was corroded and there was no sound."

Joey made a conclusion, and then he looked at the large Geiger indexer on the side. In order to ensure the safety of the city, these large machines are extremely sensitive to erosion. Perhaps thanks to these, Joey lives a few meters away from this thing. , Otherwise this faint difference will really not be discovered by others.

  (End of this chapter)