Ember Gun

  Chapter 280 Abyss

Hercule raised the shotgun and pointed it at the door of the back of the closet. A whimpering roar came from inside, as if some monster was imprisoned. It slammed into the cage hard, and the whole closet shook, as if The monster will be free again in the next second.

After swallowing, Hercules was extremely nervous, and the chinchilla named Poirot was completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem, but ran around the ground, thinking that Hercules was with it. What game to play.

Hercule is a vigilant person. Since the shipwreck, he has gained this strange power. The superhuman intellect has realized his danger, so he has been living behind the scenes for a long time. Everyone knows that. The illusory Rat King, but no one saw the threaded Hercules.

  He is very powerful, but he is not physically powerful. Hercules is also hesitant to escape by taking advantage of the secret road now, but he is still a little worried about leaving Lorenzo in this state here.

  But suddenly the crashing sound disappeared, and everything fell silent.

The ghostly singing sounded in this silence that no one dared to touch. From behind the door, the voice was slightly hoarse. He sang lightly according to the vague melody in his memory. It seemed to be singing again after a long time. He was a little strange. He whispered the ancient tune.

Hercules was not in the mood to listen to those at the moment. He firmly grasped the shotgun, and immediately after the ancient song, there was a violent tremor behind the door, the door was pushed open, and even the heavy wardrobe was also Slowly moved, revealing a dark gap underneath.

The identity of a former police officer kept Hercule calm in this extreme tension. He stared at the dark gap and was ready in his heart. If a monster came out, then he would pull the trigger. , If it was Lorenzo who came out, then he would kick him severely and ask him what he was going crazy.

But the last person who came out was beyond his expectation. It was a desperate guy. He was humming a strange song, his upper body was covered with **** scratches, and his hands were also scarlet. He looked at Hercules, and then leaned Sit down slowly with the door frame.

  This weird scene lasted for a long time, until Lorenzo finally hummed the small tune from the depths of the memory.

   "Sorry, I scared you." Lorenzo said.

  Herculi didn't care about this, slowly letting go of the shotgun in his hand, he could feel the difference between Lorenzo at this moment.

"what happened?"

  Herkery did not look like Lorenzo when he browsed the Palace of Memory. Even the cruelest and darkest memories, in retrospect, are just a little sad, far less mad.

   "I... I have a problem with my memory."

  Lorenzo suddenly realized the problem, but he didn’t tell Herculi even further.

  The memories of the past gradually became clear, and a memory that I was completely unfamiliar with appeared.

  According to Lorenzo's memories, he and 047 became Medanzo demon hunters together, and they have never been separated. In the memory just now, he saw the old man, the old man named Lorenzo Medici.

  They have the same name...wait...

Lorenzo's eyes suddenly widened, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He shivered slowly. Unlike the previous madness, Hercules could smell that the fear that permeated the air originated from Loren. Zuo's fear.

  Herkeley's heart suddenly cooled down. What could make Lorenzo fear? So deep, so depressed.

   "Damn! How could I...how could I forget?"

  Lorenzo was holding his head, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the answer to this question in his mind. His savage face made Hercule clenched the shotgun again.

   "No...who am I? Hercules."

  Lorenzo suddenly raised his head and asked.

   "Lorenzo... Lorenzo Holmes."

   Hercule replied tremblingly.

   "Yes... Lorenzo Holmes, this name, this name is a wish..."

  He whispered repeatedly, repeated mechanically, and when Lorenzo raised his head again, suddenly the fear in Herculi's heart disappeared.

  Herkeley couldn't feel the fear anymore. He looked at Lorenzo's extremely sad face, and he could only feel the same sadness. He didn't know what had happened, just heard Lorenzo keep talking.

   "How could I forget? I can't remember...

  Herkeley, it was a wish, but I can’t remember what I promised. "

  Lorenzo Medici, the old man who appeared in his memory.

They have the same name. Lorenzo believes there must be some connection between the two. But when Lorenzo recalled why he named him "Lorenzo Holmes", he couldn't remember, he was horrified. Found that he couldn't remember these.

  Except for the several **** actions in the impression, there is no more contact between Lorenzo and the old man.

The long-held wish of Lorenzo, the Venus who releases the sky in the bleak starry sky, only now did Lorenzo suddenly realize that it is also illusory. Lorenzo can’t remember that wish, he didn’t know it was. When was it forgotten, or in other words, it never existed, everything is just his imagination.

   "No...this is not right."

  Lorenzo didn't want to give in just like that, he quickly reviewed all the clues he could use.

  Memory reconstruction collapsed again, and then re-architected, randomly pieced together into a deformed appearance.

  Lorenzo only then discovered that his life was full of loopholes. Those past for existence, thinking about it carefully, were all blank. On the night of Saint's Night, his own wishes were blank.

Those memories that contradict logic and conflict with each other are like someone who carefully trimmed Lorenzo with a scalpel. All the suspicious and unknown parts are removed, so this newborn Lorenzo lives in false memories like a fool. .

  But then Lorenzo suddenly laughed again, his voice hoarse, he seemed to laugh too hard, and could not help coughing.

Hercules can’t describe his emotions anymore. He feels that he is now locked up with a mental illness. It is hard to figure out his mind. Lorenzo, who was sad for a second, suddenly laughed madly, even if He is not crazy, and Hercule feels that he is going to be driven crazy.

   "I found it, Hercule! I found the clue!"

  Lorenzo suddenly rushed over, and his blood-stained hands grabbed Hercule's collar forcefully, joyful and sad.

   "Yes... it must be like this."

Lorenzo just thought a lot for a moment, but like a hint in the dark, he suddenly thought of Horner, the guy who was killed by him in [Gap], after Lorenzo killed him He got a little memory of him, and then he thought of another person...Medanzo, or 047.

  The lonely ghost who lives in his [Gap].

  Lorenzo has been unable to judge whether the 047 in [Gap] is real or another personality he splits, but he has a weird guess at this moment.

  He wants to confirm that conjecture.

   "What clue."

   asked Hercule.

   "You said, does one person's memory appear in another person's memory?"

   Lorenzo asked suddenly.

  Herculi became nervous, while Lorenzo continued to think.

According to Lorenzo’s self-confident past, his secret blood implantation was carried out with the rest of the demon hunters. At that time, the so-called Medici Cardinal had already lived in seclusion and had not appeared in the eyes of the world for a long time. How could he appear in the ceremony of implanting secret blood?

  It is still said that the old man had secretly implanted the secret blood himself, and the memory of the implanter was stitched into his own memory. Then, who was the implanted person?

  042 or 047, or neither.

  His memory has been misplaced, Lorenzo has been unable to tell whether it is his own memory or 047's memory, but he finally has some direction for investigation at this moment.

  He laughed strangely again. Hercule was used to this, and he didn't have much reaction this time.

   "Herkeley, the memory palace is not completely abstract and disorderly, it is still based on our certain reality, right?"

  Herkery didn’t know how Lorenzo brought the subject to this again.

   "For example?" he asked.

  "For example, the palace is a place we know well, such as opening a memory, I have to twist the handle and open the door!"

  Lorenzo was a little emotional out of control.

  "These are all based on our common sense of reality, right! Obviously that is a spiritual world, we still have to make the action of'open the door' based on our subconscious common sense."

  Lorenzo recalled the infinitely extending spiral staircase, which went all the way down to the abyss.

   "If you say so...it is true."

  Herkeley has never noticed this, but from this point, it can be seen that Lorenzo is not crazy yet, this guy still has the ability to think.

   "Yes... I found you."

  Lorenzo muttered to himself, and sat back.

  There was a weird smile on his blood-stained face, and then he touched his arms again.

  The shirt had been torn into a ball of rags by him, and he simply took it off, and then found an iron box in the ball.

  That was Lorenzo's cigarette case. The last one was smashed by Lawrence in the battle with Lawrence, but I also thank that cigarette case, otherwise Lorenzo himself would be smashed.

  He directly kissed the surface of the tin box hard, then opened it, and a few cigarettes were lying in it.

  "Do you want one?"

  Lorenzo said as he picked up a cigarette, and threw another one to Hercules.

   "This... the bellflower."

  Herkelly was about to ask Lorenzo why he was in the mood to smoke, but he immediately smelled the special smell, although it was very weak, but he could not escape Hercule's perception.

  "Do you still want to enter the palace of memory?"

  Herkery knew what Lorenzo was going to do, and asked worriedly.

   "Of course, we have to take advantage of the victory and pursue it."

   Lorenzo said, but there is no enemy here... No, that enemy is himself, that memory hidden in the dark.

   "You won't be crazy again, right."

   "Maybe..." Lorenzo lit his cigarette and took a hard sip, his eyes blurred.

   "Helkley, don't use bellflower in the future," he said.

   "This thing... can communicate with darkness."

  Herkeley was taken aback, and then asked.

  "Knowledge from the Order?"

"Yes, this thing can cause hallucinations, but it is different from hallucinogens. The so-called hallucinations are more like a kind of distorted reality that humans cannot see. It is precisely because humans cannot understand those things, so when humans When I saw it, I thought it was an illusion." Lorenzo said.

  "It’s like you saw a big monster that straddles heaven and earth after smoking. You thought it was an illusion, but...maybe it is real, it's just the bellflower that allows you to communicate with the darkness, so as to see those...

  Yes, Lingshi, they describe this phenomenon this way. The deeper your connection with the darkness, the more **** you can see. "

  Lorenzo took another hard, vomiting mist.

   "Maybe, our encounter is also at work in darkness."

  Herkeley obviously didn't understand, but Lorenzo continued.

  "These things, these things related to darkness, they are all magical, like a huge vortex, the more you understand, the deeper you will be, until everyone is drawn into the center of that vortex and drowned."

  The smoke has been more than half burned, Lorenzo felt his eyelids heavy, as if he would fall asleep in the next second, Hercule looked at him and couldn't help asking.

   "Is it worth it?"

  He didn’t understand that Lorenzo was really a weird guy. Hercules had never seen such a human being. He didn’t pray for wealth and power. What he chased so madly was the destruction of everything. Is it worth it?

  But Lorenzo did not answer him. He closed his eyes, and his consciousness fell between sleep and wakefulness. When he opened his eyes again, the magnificent palace appeared in front of him again.

   "Yes, it is based on my subconscious common sense, like I can only walk on the ground instead of flying forward."

  He muttered in a low voice, and soon he came to the spiral staircase again.

  Lorenzo stood on the edge of the first rock stairs, leaning forward slightly, and then saw the countless rock stairs extending into the darkness below.

  It was like an abyss. It was not to be peeked into, and it was not clear whether it had a bottom. But after a while, Lorenzo suddenly laughed, his cold face as if he had discovered some surprise.

  If Lorenzo has any unbearable memory, then he will definitely hide it in the deepest part of the unknown, the deeper the better, until the light can't even come in.

  Lorenzo was a little skeptical at first, but now it doesn’t matter.

   "The stairs are so long..."

  He said lightly, looked at the abyss again, and muttered to himself.

   "I won't fall to death... Will my consciousness be thrown to death?"

  Lorenzo asked back, and then opened his hands, without hesitation, let his body be unbalanced and tilted, and then fell into the abyss.

  (End of this chapter)