Ember Gun

  Chapter 274 Name

  “047……”

  Lorenzo whispered the name softly. For some reason, he was so familiar at the moment, but he was unexplainably strange.

"Tell me, those things related to 047, it can be judged from the existing evidence that 042 does not exist... But you insist that it exists. Perhaps from the story of 047, we can find the hidden message. , From there to find the location of 042."

  "You also think 042 exists, don't you?" Hearing this, Lorenzo looked at Hercules with some hope. Everyone denied the existence of 042, but he didn't expect this guy in front of him.

   "I don't know." Hercule replied.

  "This is a world that pays attention to logical evidence. Nothing can support the fact that 042 exists...except for your suspected crazy conjecture.

Of course, your crazy conjecture is not even more evidence, but Lorenzo, you should know, I also know, this is a crazy world, there are hidden secrets of mortals everywhere, just like me, Just like you, there are monsters known as demons. "

  Herkley rubbed the big mouse in his arms lightly. Its fur feels very good. It is still warm in this thunderstorm, like a small fireball that can be touched.

   "Because of the madness of this world, everything is possible, isn't it? Even if there is a small probability.

Maybe 042 really exists, but all traces have been erased for some reason... And you, you, Lorenzo Holmes, you have found yourself and determined whether the fictional person is true or not. The only clue. "

  The thunderstorm became more and more violent, until the entire sky would fall into a deadly gray black, and the whole world would have no light except for the thunder.

  Herkeley did not close the window, he let the curtain dance with the wind, cold rain and cold wind poured into the house, as the thunder passed by, as if the whole world was collapsing.

   "Let’s have a chat, Lorenzo, tell me something about 047."

  ……

  Even today, those memories are still clear, Lorenzo wrapped the blanket tightly, and slowly recalled everything at that time after a brief loss of consciousness.

"I'm……"

  He thought carefully, but there was a tingling pain in his mind, just as Anthony asked him why he left the team on Saint's Night, there were some memories he couldn't recall.

   "I...I can't remember..."

   "Is it all or part of it?"

  Herkeley is like a highly skilled doctor, he asked.

   "I...I can't fully recall the whole thing."

   "Like from the cause to the end... just like a dream, a dream is always a fragment. You can't remember how you came here, and when you realize it, you are already in the middle of the story."

   "You said all my memories are dreams?" Lorenzo was puzzled.

   "No, it's just a description. You can be sure that there is something wrong with your memory. It's like a building that has gone through an earthquake. The levels are dislocated. Two different stories are forcibly spliced ​​together, or a piece is missing."

  Herkeley explained calmly, but with his explanation, Lorenzo was a little flustered.

   "In other words... Am I really crazy?"

   "Have you been normal? Lorenzo."

  The conversation fell silent, and it took a long time for Hercule to speak slowly.

"But humans cannot imagine things they have never seen before, Lorenzo, just like we cannot imagine a color out of thin air, even the fantasy works we create now are just references based on reality. The same is true of his memory.

  You are crazy, but your messy memories are also based on some real memories that you have actually experienced. They are wrong, but they are real. "

  Herkelly said immediately.

   "So there is no need to think so clearly, just say what you think."

   "Is this...?"

  Lorenzo seemed to feel relieved, he sank into the sofa, wrapped himself in a ball, looked at the world outside the window, and started talking without anyone else.

"047...I and 047 have known each other since we were young. We lived together on the streets of Feilengcui. I can't remember any longer memories, but I remember that I was unfettered, wandering along the Tiber River, and went when I was hungry. Grab a bakery on the street, sleep under the bridge hole when you are sleepy...There are many children like us.

Until one day, I couldn’t remember the day when the church members found us. They promised warm beds and clean food. We didn’t know that the price was so heavy. When we realized it was too late. . "

Lorenzo said as if everything had returned to that time. Suddenly the rainstorm and thunder outside the window disappeared, and the dark clouds dispersed to reveal the clear sky. The laughter of the children reverberated in the room. Lorenzo couldn't see them, but But you can hear the brisk footsteps.

"We are orphans that no one remembers. No one cares even if we die. We have been taught by the Gospel Church since we were young. After receiving the baptism of the Gods, we experienced the cruel secret blood implantation, and then became a member of the Demon Hunting Order. member."

  The brisk footsteps around became sparse and heavy. The boys had already lost their childishness at that time. They were leaning against the window with books in their arms.

   "It sounds like an imperfect childhood." Hercule said.

   "Actually, it's ok, probably."

  Lorenzo looked at the window, as if he had returned to that long ago, he and 047 leaned against the window and chatted.

"[God Baptism] is an extremely important step before becoming a demon hunter. I don't know the specific effect of this ritual. In short, it can make us have a certain resistance to the erosion of demons. At the same time, we can also get some unique, Does not belong to the memory of this era.

  For example, I saw another similar, but completely different world. There were no demons or hunters, where humans were not tied to the earth. They used steel and flame to break through the barrier of the sky. "

  "A barrier in the sky?"

  Herkeley was surprised by Lorenzo's memories. No one has described the sky in this way, or talked about the sky.

At present, humans’ knowledge of this world is still very shallow. For the familiar sky above, humans built the first war airship several decades ago and announced the beginning of conquest, but after so many years, humans remain the same. I don't know the end of the sky.

  Every time it reaches a certain height, the extreme cold will cover everything, the airship will fall out of control, and no one will challenge the unknown place again over time.

"Yes, the end of the sky is pitch black, but there are countless stars in that pitch black, and those stars are twinkling suns, they gather together like flooding dust, the dust is swept away by unknown forces. Up, and then pulled into a gorgeous vortex..."

   Hearing what he said, Hercules seemed to be absorbed, and his eyes were full of greedy curiosity, but Lorenzo seemed to think of something, and there was some sadness on his face.

   "As you said, human beings can't imagine things they haven't seen before. Maybe this is the curse of knowledge. No matter how I describe or explain to you, you can hardly see the magnificent one percent."

  Herkeley was startled, he seemed to realize his gaffe, but he did not continue to ask anything, but motioned Lorenzo to continue.

"The priests forbid us to talk to each other about what we have seen, but like the curse of knowledge, even if I say it, they can't think of it, don't they? But in private, I still communicate with 047. Unlike me, he seems to be watching Here comes some wonderful stories."

"what story?"

Herculi suddenly became serious. Although Lorenzo's world behind the sky is very attractive, now he must first help Lorenzo solve the problem of who he is. This is a memory of 047, true but misplaced. Memory.

   "The story of a detective."

  Lorenzo said here, obviously his tone was so casual, but suddenly he felt a kind of trance.

  In an instant, all the sounds of silence rang again. Someone tore their memories and dragged themselves into the long forgotten world. All the colors were extended into gorgeous light until they returned to pitch black.

Hercules disappeared, along with Poirot in his arms, and the surrounding houses changed their appearance. 042 rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he could not believe everything in this trance, and then someone left. Coming over, he sat on the vacant sofa.

   "Did you wake up? 042."

   said the man, and then he said to himself.

   "Where did we come from last time... It's the story of a detective."

  047 looked at 042 with sleepy eyes, and then said.

   "Mr. Holmes' story."

  "Do you like this story so much? 042 seems to be very sleepy, he doesn't want to reason 047 very much.

   "Of course, do you remember what the priests said? This is a unique story, only my story." 047 looked very excited.

In fact, [God Baptism] has another meaning. Demon hunters will inevitably encounter extremely dangerous moments in future battles. When their consciousness is eroded, tortured and manipulated, the illusion of [God Baptism] The information they get will guide them like a star.

  This is unique, only their own star.

   "And it's really fun, if I can, I hope I can become him after retirement."

"Who?"

   "The person in the story, Mr. Holmes."

  047 said that he put down the books he was holding in his arms, but in fact it was a blank, and he picked up the pen and continued to write the story on it.

"what are you writing?"

   "Those stories, poems, people's memories are not reliable, although the priest said that we will not forget them, but...what if? I want to write down these."

042 looked at 047 and sighed helplessly. He was like this after [God Baptism]. Before 047, he was a wild boy, even worse than 042. The priest always said that everyone is the lamb of God, so 047 is the most disturbed. One is divided, if it can, this lamb doesn't mind knocking over the shepherd, and then leaving in joy, but now this restless lamb is struggling to write.

   "Knowledge is the ladder of progress!"

   "No, you just like this story too much." 042 said.

   "Like will change a person... I brought some other books over, do you want to read it?"

  047 said, drew a copy from the pile of books and threw it to 042.

"what is this?"

   ""Henry V"... 016 said so."

  042 took a look at the appearance of the book. Its workmanship was extremely rough, and there was no name on the cover. When I opened it, I saw lines of crooked handwriting.

  "You wrote this?" 042 exclaimed.

   "It's a transcript to be precise."

  Another voice sounded from behind 042. The sudden sound that frightened 042. If these things were discovered by the priest, punishment would be inevitable.

  But he turned his head, a familiar girl was looking at him with a smile, she was half a head taller than 042, and she was wearing the same uniform.

  042 looked at the sudden appearance of 016, and after a short period of thought, he was shocked.

  "This...this book is your [God Baptism]?"

   "Yes, in order to get this story, 047 has been begging me for a long time." 016 said with a smile.

   "That's a great story, 042, a story about a king."

  047 didn't look up, just continued to transcribe the precious story in his memory.

  042 looked at the book in his hand, then looked at 047.

   "Then do you want to be a king? 047." 042 asked.

   "How is it possible, I said, I want to be a detective."

   This time 047 raised his head and said to 042 very seriously.

"Like I told you, I'm going to Inervig when I retire. They said it was great, much better than the old-fashioned city of Fei Lengcui. There are no nagging priests, no cumbersome things. Dogma is replaced by advanced technology and vibrant cities."

  047 fell into the beauty of her own ideas.

"I'm going to open an office there. Just like in the story, it's great to find the murderer in the investigation. The priest said that in a few days we will implant the secret blood to become a demon hunter, and those robbers and robbers are even more important. If I can’t beat me, I’ll be a great detective...016 is also very interested in this. Let’s say, she will be my assistant. How about it? Do you want to be together? 042."

  042's eyes swept back and forth between 047 and 016, and then said.

   "Sounds pretty good."

   "Precisely it is very good."

  047's eyes are full of excitement and yearning for the future.

   "But there is one more question before that, 042."

"what?"

   "We need a name, after all, the number is not the name."

  042 hesitated.

   "The priest absolutely forbids these, 047."

   "It's fine to not let them find out. I have already named myself, and so is 016."

  047 said and pointed to 016 behind 042. 042 looked incredible. It seemed that 016 and 047 would do such stupid things.

   "It's funny, isn't it?" 016 said, "My name is Watson. Although it is a man's name, it feels pretty good."

  042 then looked at 047, and saw that he put down the book and pen in his hand, and said solemnly.

  "Please call me...

  ——Mr. Holmes! "

That may be one of the few beautiful things in Lorenzo Holmes’s life. He was lying on the sofa and told quietly, staring out the window. It was obvious that the story was a joy and beauty, but Hercules felt Unspeakable depression, as if some vicious curse was revealed in the story.

  There is cold liquid across the face, it is not clear whether it is the sadness of the past or the rain splashing into the room, but everything is so dim that no one knows.

  (End of this chapter)