Ember Gun

  Chapter 277 Memory Palace

  The dark cloud concealed that Yingyue's figure, and outlined a silver-gray band of light on the edge of the patchwork. The night was so heavy, exuding a depressed silence.

  The gray-black rock is like a raised stone stele, towering disorderly on the edge of the coast. The sharp stone edge cuts the waves to pieces, and the huge black waves shattered into hundreds of bubbles, and then dissipated in the black cracks.

  The man was lying on the edge of the boat, one hand dropped into the sea, feeling the bone-chilling cold, and plunged into the center of the storm.

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

  It seems that it’s 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 sway, violently but slowly, as if they were undulating fierce beasts, until they swallowed everything on the surface of the sea.

  So he was dragged into the sea, falling, falling continuously, hitting the deep seabed, and 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. The pain of impact comes from my mind.

  He clutched his head and gritted his teeth, trying not to make any painful wailing as much as possible.

  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.

   His head was tilted to one side, and the dim light fell from the window. It was already dawn, but Lorenzo could still smell the freshness of the rain in the air, as well as the ticking sounds. It seemed that the heavy rain had not stopped.

  That is a strange dream.

  After a long time, Lorenzo slowly thought of it.

There are always some weird sequelae in fighting against monsters, such as some mental illnesses or physical pain. Generally speaking, Lorenzo doesn’t care about them. After all, he is a monster hunter and his vitality is too stubborn, so He doesn't care about many symptoms.

But at this time Lorenzo realized his changes, such as headaches. Long before the fight against Lawrence, Lorenzo had such symptoms. This kind of headaches from time to time. If you look deeper, it seems that all of this happened in Lorenzo. The killing of the burning demon began.

  The burning monster... Lorenzo remembers it as Horner.

Lorenzo killed many monsters, too many to count, but Horner was what he always remembered, not how special he was, but Lorenzo killed him in [Gap]. he.

There are still many mysteries in [Gap], but Lorenzo found another way to completely kill the demon. He destroyed the poor man from [Gap], and his entity also died. In his death, Lorenzo also got some Horner's memories, they were intertwined, and then Lorenzo started to have a headache.

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

  He thought about this until Hercule knocked on the door.

"Good morning."

  Herkeley was wearing brown pajamas, and he was holding the big chinchilla in his arms.

   "Good morning." Lorenzo nodded slightly.

   "How do you feel today? Are you feeling better? If you are better, let's start."

  Herkery looked at Lorenzo's face. Although it was still ugly, it was much better than yesterday. The happy detectives in the past have disappeared. Now, who is silent, he feels 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 Palace of Memory. It may take a long time for ordinary people to learn, and they may not be able to learn Hercules to this degree. Unlike Renzo, there is never a shortage of surprises in this guy.

   "It's okay, I just got a rough idea and haven't started trying it yet." Lorenzo said.

  Herkery was looking 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 superficial 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 over the years will help them kill the enemy.

  And the memory palace itself does not specifically refer to a palace. "Herkery said.

  "To be precise, it is just a metaphor, a symbol, a place that we can instinctively remember under any circumstances."

   "Then what is your'palace'?" Lorenzo asked curiously.

  Herkeley'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.

   "The ship you shipwrecked."

"almost."

  Herkery 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. This door was very secret. It was covered with brass clothes hangers and covered with coats. If it hadn't been for Herculi to push it open, Lorenzo would not have realized that there was another one here. Door.

"bring it on."

  Herkeley 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 down in a narrow space.

  Lorenzo sat on one of the chairs suspiciously. There was no light in the secret room. Hercules 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."

  Herkeley introduced it as he spoke.

  "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."

  It was true. When the door of the secret room was closed, all the voices were cut off. Only the heartbeat of two people remained silent here.

  "But this is only for a newcomer like you, unless I 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 Herculi’s teaching. In fact, Lorenzo was also very smart, but he was too lazy to use it. He would be serious unless the enemy was a monster.

   "Use space and symbolism and memory, right."

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

   "Yes, represent those memories with a symbol, and then put those symbols in your palace in a regular manner."

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

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

  The taste is a bit familiar, Lorenzo couldn't help asking.

   "This is... the bellflower?"

   "Huh? You know this too?"

  Herkeley looked surprised, "This thing is not a local crop, and it is easy to be confused with mandela grass. I think no one knows this thing."

   "But...it will cause hallucinations." Lorenzo said.

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

   "Really? I keep using this thing to help me meditate into the palace of memory," Hercule said, "Ah, 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 find 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 completely relaxed.

  "Continue down and arrive in that palace..."

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

  The smoke of the bellflower was inhaled into the lungs and merged into the blood. 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.

  Hanging feet passed for an unknown period of time, and finally bottomed out. He stood steadily in 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 hidden meaning.

   "It really is here."

  Lorenzo thought that he would never see it again, or that 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 was built in the huge natural cave. The stone walls are mottled and have 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 follow Lorenzo’s The feet rose, leading him into the palace.

  This palace has no gates at all. Or, this huge dome is its gate, with tall stone statues standing on both sides, holding spikes and glaring fiercely.

  A solemn Kagura sounded, and from within the palace, there was a burning light, a sonorous iron cry, and the shouts of warriors, as if an army was fighting and fighting in it.

  Lorenzo strode forward and stepped into it. After many years, he came back here again. The place that was once considered a residence only exists in his memory, the glorious stagnant temple.

  (End of this chapter)