Ember Gun

  Chapter 286 Regroup

  Lorenzo slowly opened his eyes, and his gray-blue eyes looked a little hollow at the moment. He leaned on the closet on the side, dangling his unburned cigarettes.

  He did not speak, and his surroundings were too quiet.

  Herkeley did not speak, he was a little afraid to break the silence now, looking at Lorenzo who was desperate, he was like a dead man at this moment.

  I don’t know how long it took, and Lorenzo’s stiff body finally moved slightly. He tried to sit up for a few minutes, and then spit his cigarette aside.

  The time in the memory palace seems to be long, but in fact it only took less than a few minutes. The self-injury wounds on the body have begun to heal themselves in this short period of time.

  Lorenzo dumbly raised his hand, looking at the **** palm, his vision was a little confused, as if he was still holding a spike sword, wearing iron armor, and his ears were full of the demon's roar.

  Suddenly, all the lost emotions seemed to return to this body, and there was a little sadness on the cold face.

  He began to understand the words of 047, no matter who Lorenzo Holmes was, as 047 said at that time, he was very regretful.

   "Those sleeping demon hunters at this moment, one day they will weep bitterly, they will think that they are cursed and cannot die with us here..."

  He whispered softly.

  Lorenzo is very regretful, regretting why he didn't die with them, why he didn't die in the night of Saint Lin, in the final analysis, the anger at the monster now is just because of the guilt at that time.

Although the time of the Demon Hunter is always accompanied by danger and killing, for Lorenzo's life which is not short-lived, most of the warmth he feels comes from that bad time, but now All this has turned into nothingness.

  His friends are all dead, and the old order is also annihilated in history. In that night, all the stories have come to an end, and Lorenzo is a ghost who luckily survived, wandering in this world desperately.

  This is not luck, but a curse. He is the only mourner, bearing the only sorrow, and can't find a place to go back.

  He was sad and angry. His friend died because of demons, so he wanted to destroy all demons. All these mistakes stem from the human greed, so he wants to eradicate everyone's attempts to that taboo.

  Because of this, Lorenzo began to chase death, chasing danger, pouring all his anger on this evil, longing for the same glorious death.

"How are you?"

  Herkeley’s voice sounded, and he asked tremblingly.

   Obviously Hercule has mastered most of the secrets about the city, but for the deep hearts of the people, his eyes are ultimately hard to catch.

  He didn't understand why Lorenzo became like this, but he could vaguely feel the same emotion.

  Lorenzo gave him an ugly smile. He was like that. He looked like he was going to fall, but he could always get up in embarrassment.

   "Although... Although it is a bit unpleasant, but I did get some useful information." Lorenzo said.

  In the forgotten gate, Lorenzo got the memory of the eruption of the night of Holy Prophet.

Before Lorenzo thought about the past carefully, every time he recalled the night of the Holy Prophet, he always remembered the outline of an event vaguely, like a disguise, deceiving himself, but this time the memory is very clear, but the problem Follow along.

  In the memory of defending the kingdom of heaven, Lorenzo did not see himself, did not see the so-called 042.

This is the case. From the beginning to the end, Lorenzo never discovered the existence of 042. He was observing all this from the perspective of 047 throughout the whole process... Or from his own perspective, he himself was 047. He experienced all this firsthand.

  Although I don’t want to admit it, this is a fact. That memory belongs to 047. I don’t know why I got that memory, or the two are the other way around.

As the mystery became clear, more and more secrets were unfolded before Lorenzo's eyes. As he had vaguely felt, the world was far more complicated and weird than he thought, and now all human beings are doing is Maintaining the fragile balance.

   seemed to be a lot awake, Lorenzo slowly stood up, he looked to another room, from the window, the hazy rain curtain still covered the whole old Dunling.

Although he has spent a long time in Old Dunling, Lorenzo still finds it difficult to adapt to the rainy season in Old Dunling. Usually it will go underground for several weeks. Above the human mind.

   "I need a new set of clothes." Lorenzo said.

  Herkeley was taken aback, and then asked, "Are you leaving?"

   "Yeah, I can't disappear for too long, otherwise they will think I escaped...I won't escape."

   Lorenzo said, the mouse passed by his feet, and the blood-stained hand touched it hard.

  Poirot obviously did not expect Lorenzo's sudden action. Immediately after the clean fur was wiped by Lorenzo as a rag, the big mouse let out a slight cry in anger.

  Lorenzo did not go to see Poirot screaming, it was like a prank on a small animal.

After a while, Hercule prepared everything for him. Lorenzo put on a dark gray suit. The weapon he carried was hidden under the coat, and he wore a black felt hat. The shadow cast was blocked. On his face, he could only faintly feel the ghostly gaze under the shadow.

  In an instant, he was fully armed again, and compared to the embarrassed appearance just now, they were two completely different people.

   "So you won't suddenly die at the end of an alley, right?"

  Looking at Lorenzo who opened the door, Hercule couldn't help asking.

  Lorenzo held up his black umbrella, he seemed out of step with this world, just like the **** of death.

   "Who knows? People are mortal anyway, don't they? But... if I really die at the end of an alley, that would be great."

  Lorenzo seemed a little hesitant, but still said.

   "Thank you for your assistance, Hercule, maybe I will trouble you in a while, and I hope your rascals can make full preparations."

   "Aid is not charity," Hercule said.

In fact, he is somewhat similar to Lorenzo. Lorenzo is chasing destruction, while Hercules is chasing those secrets, no matter what the secret is, as long as the unknown is hidden, it can satisfy him. Morbid needs.

"I know... It's actually not a good thing to know those **** secrets. Of course, people like you can't listen to my advice. If you listen to me and give up the search for those secrets, then it's not you. , Hercules."

   Lorenzo said that he understands Hercule’s thoughts as much as he understands himself.

  Advice is useless for people like them. This thing is like a curse. Even if you give up, it will find you again in a thunderstorm night.

He turned to leave, raised his hand, and swayed, as if bidding farewell to Hercules, the vague past gradually became clear, and even the pain and anger became more intense, as if there was an invisible hammer blow. With the sword's blade, those gaps and cracks were healed again.

   When the heavy rain fell, the curtain generally isolated everyone who held the umbrella, and the splashes of rain soaked the corners of Lorenzo's clothes.

With the baptism of the rain curtain, the steaming city became clear. The towering Dun Ling Pagoda was behind the heavy construction, and Lorenzo could see countless black cables across the city. , They are entangled on a certain iron tower, like a woven bird's nest.

In fact, most of them are telephone lines, which cover the city like a spider web. These are also the legacy of the Dunling Project, and it is this legacy that makes the city break from mediocrity and become a place that everyone chases. .

  The chill climbed up the back of Lorenzo's neck along the steam, which also made him sober.

Mounted police patrolled in the heavy rain wearing raincoats. After the war airship landed, the ground patrol force was strengthened a lot, and the maintenance team also came along. Although the development of Old Dunling has approached perfection, In such a continuous rainy season, the entire city will inevitably have problems.

Now that they have been completely exposed to the Protestant Group, they will never let go of their bearers of the pseudo-Holy Grail... In fact, Lorenzo himself does not know what the pseudo-Holy Grail is, and has experienced the chaos of these memories. Later, he was not even sure whether Watson really existed.

  There were so many secrets and doubts that night, even after so many years, the rest of the waves still interfered with the world.

But what is even more curious than these Lorenzo is what the Protestant Group will do to target him next. This is the old Dunling. Although the cleansing agency is also wary of himself, at least he and them are still in the same camp. For whatever reason, they would not watch Lorenzo himself being captured by the Protestant group.

  So...a raid?

  Lorenzo stopped abruptly and stood on the street, looking around casually. For a moment, the whole rain curtain seemed to be full of murderous intent.

  The biggest advantage of the demon hunters is their excellent individual combat ability. Before awakening the secret blood, they are undoubtedly with ordinary people. If the demon hunters come out to hunt themselves, Lorenzo will not have much chance of survival.

  His power is based on fighting against monsters, not monster hunters. Those skills against monsters have lost their effect for a while, not to mention that the monster hunters still have those strange and unpredictable powers.

  But will they do this?

  It is indeed possible to capture oneself in this way, but oneself is not a persimmon.

  Lorenzo has lived in Old Dunling for so long, and he is much more familiar with the environment than they are. As long as Lorenzo doesn’t lose his combat ability in the first place, he can escape in this complicated city.

Large Geiger counters are all over the old Dunling. Under the peeper system, the witcher who burns secret blood is simply a dazzling light in the night. Lorenzo only needs to do his best to wake up secret blood, and the rest is the snake in the atrium. How long will it take to send the cleansed troops into the battlefield?

  No... The cleansing agency cannot be absolutely trusted, at least for now.

  Human beings are so stubborn, Lorenzo will not pin his hopes on anyone.

  Suddenly a black steed passed by his side, his horse's hoof stepped heavily on the standing water, splashed with water, and wet Lorenzo's trousers.

  The carriage stopped beside Lorenzo, and then the door opened, and a familiar face appeared in front of Lorenzo.

   "Are you relaxing?"

  Shrike looked at Lorenzo who seemed to be wandering, and asked with some doubts.

   "Shrike?"

  Lorenzo never expected to see this guy in this situation. It was not a coincidence that the rain was so heavy, he was looking for himself.

   "Yes, it's me, you have no hallucinations."

  Shrike seemed to be teasing him, and then motioned him to get in the car.

  Lorenzo hesitated at first, but he still went up. There was no need to worry too much. Lorenzo still had confidence in himself.

   "You look good."

Shrike looked at Lorenzo from bottom to top. He still remembered Lorenzo's desperate look when he left the meeting. He thought that this neurosis might be low for a while, but he never expected to see him again. Back to that full of motivation.

   "You are not in Xiacheng, why is it so troublesome that you need to show up?" Lorenzo asked.

In fact, it can be seen that Shrike is the person who holds the most power among these high-ranking knights, and is also the most trustworthy one. If his mental resistance hadn't reached the standard, he might have become a member of the knight commander. The three generations of armor developed by Merlin, perhaps this mental resistance is no longer a constraint to restrict him in the not-too-distant future.

   "Is that... part-time?"

  Shrike said with some uncertainty. He didn't know how to explain this. Anyway, he was also used to the way of using people to clean up agencies, and sent someone there where there was a shortage of people.

"Thank you for the **** rainy season in Old Dunling. The area in Xiacheng has flooded with water. The roads are muddy like swamps, and there are also those strangely shaped illegal buildings. Most of them collapsed under this heavy rain. There is now chaos. A lump."

  Think about the picture and it makes people happy. For Shrike, it is indeed worthy of happiness. Although you are the manager of Xiacheng District, he hates this place. Every day, different strangers cause different troubles.

   "Those guys don't have time to cause trouble. They are like falling water dogs, looking for shelter from the rain. They should be quiet before the end of the heavy rain."

   "So you were ordered to find me? And you seem to have been looking for me for a long time." Lorenzo asked directly.

  Shrike said with an expression of "you still know", and then said.

"Are you still not sure about your own position? You are now a **** in the game between the cleansing agency and the gospel church..." It is a chess piece, and Arthur is also a chess piece. Everyone is controlled by a higher player."

  It may be the cold of a rainy day, and Shrike could not help but tighten his collar. He hates rain.

   "Of course, you can be regarded as that precious property now, but we still don’t know where you are worth, but it’s just as valuable."

  Shrike said worriedly.

  "You did not return to 121A Cork Street. We thought you had escaped from Old Dunling, or worse, such as being rounded up by the demon hunters, but you look good now, those bad things have not happened yet."

  Shrike still wanted to talk about something, but Lorenzo interrupted as if he had suddenly remembered something.

  He asked with some suspicion.

   "Shrike, do you remember the first time we met?"

  (End of this chapter)