Ember Gun

  Chapter 310 Chessmen

   "So this is your guess?"

  The rain outside the window baptized the old Dunling, as if to wash away all the dirt, the candle in the room burned quietly, the melted wax oil spread over, and then it solidified.

  The epidemiologist listened to the story told by Lawrence. It was neither long nor complicated. It was just a microcosm of the ups and downs of an old man's life.

"Yes, I suspect that Lorenzo Medici is not dead. He has been in charge of the gospel church for so long. I don't believe he has not read the "Revelation." Before his eyes.

  "Even I can find such a way of'immortality' among them, how could Lorenzo Medici not find his'immortality'?"

  Lawrence thought, picking up a black-and-white photo on the desktop, which printed a familiar person, Lorenzo Holmes.

   "Lawrence..."

  The epidemic doctor thought of something, but only felt a panic, and he said with some fear.

  "You are not the first person to discover this power, Power Gabriel."

  Lawrence nodded stiffly, his voice a little heavy.

"Lorenzo Medici... That man dominated my life. I became his slave to control the Demon Squad until one day he grew old, but even if he grows old, he is not reconciled to it. When he died, he planned something purposefully in his old age. Some people said he was looking for an'immortal' way."

   "Is that true?" the epidemic doctor asked.

  Lawrence was silent for a short while, then sighed.

  "He was indeed looking for'immortality.' At that time, he said that he needed a demon hunter as a long-term guard, and then he took a new demon hunter away from the order."

  He said casually, but he was frightened by the sudden recall.

  The memory of the past gradually became clear, and the mystery in Lawrence's heart was instantly penetrated, his pupils tightened, and everything became reasonable.

   "Yes... That's it. Lorenzo Medici also found the power Gabriel. He usurped the life of the demon hunter through this power and survived."

  The heart of the epidemic doctor also sank. He thought that they were already behind the scenes, but in the darker part, there were still a pair of eyes peeking at all of this.

   "Is the demon hunter taken away Lorenzo Holmes?"

  This is the reason why Lawrence is targeting Lorenzo so much. After the train's death match, not only the name "Lorenzo", but also his all sorts of weirdness, can't help but make Lawrence suspicious in this direction.

  He is the biggest winner of the Holy Night, and Lorenzo Medici is the real winner.

"No... Actually I don't know who the demon hunter was taken away. At that time, Lorenzo Medici was still strong in secret, and I also needed his help... After all, Lorenzo After the fall of Medici, those powerful and powerful wanted me to die, and a demon hunter as the cardinal secretary frightened them too."

   Lawrence recounted the past that only he knew.

  "Lorenzo Medici has done a good job of confidentiality. To this day, we can only infer what he did based on guesses, right?

  But the demon hunter who was taken away was not Lorenzo Holmes, I remember him, he was 047, the demon hunter named Medanzo..."

   "What the **** is going on?" The epidemic doctor was a little confused.

"I don't know, and this is what we are going to do now. The whereabouts of the demon hunter who was taken away is still unknown, but Lorenzo Holmes who appears now is suspected to be Lorenzo Medici... Just like I said, the epidemic doctor, this power has a big side effect."

  "The confusion of memory?"

   "Yes, we shuttle between different wills. Different lives are mixed with our lives and become chaotic. In this suffocating night, we need a star that points the way."

   Lawrence frowned and continued to analyze the situation.

   "Lorenzo Medici has not undergone [the baptism of the gods], he has not got the weird memory, so he needs something else as a ‘day star’."

  "Name." The epidemic doctor said.

   Lawrence nodded, affirmed.

  "This is also the reason why I suspect Lorenzo Holmes, who made his name a star."

   "But this is just suspicion."

   "It's true, but just suspicion is enough to be alarming enough, Epidemic Doctor, you have never met Lorenzo Medici. He is a pure human with pure will."

  Lawrence was in awe. He had never feared anyone in his life, but Lorenzo Medici was one of them. Every time he faced him, Lawrence could feel the rock-like pressure, as if he would die in the next second.

  He thought that Lorenzo's Medici was dead, but now he returns like a ghost, and in an instant Lawrence seems to have turned back to the helpless servant, who can only live by his permission.

   "Something else must have happened on Shenglin Night, but I don't know, and I can't know, just like we can't judge whether this conjecture is true or false now."

  Lawrence picked up the other few photos, and the black and white picture showed one familiar face after another.

   "But the solution is also very simple. Just kill them all, whether they are Lorenzo Medici or not, just kill them all."

   A sudden knock on the door sounded, Lawrence and the epidemic doctor looked at each other for a short time, the epidemic doctor turned around and shouted.

"Come in."

  The door was pushed open, and the familiar man stood by the door carrying the box.

  That is Ende, he is responsible for the smuggling of the inferior secret blood. In Lorenzo's pursuit, he transported the inferior secret blood back here.

   "Are you all ready?" the epidemic doctor asked, such a large quantity of inferior secret blood could cause another disaster.

   "Yes." Ende nodded and raised the suitcase in his hand, "I'm ready to put it out."

  "Do you want to start now?" The epidemic doctor turned his head and asked Lawrence.

   "No... we don't have to do it ourselves, as long as we adapt to the situation and let the Protestant group fight with Lorenzo." Lawrence said.

   "Can you ensure these?"

   "Of course, I am a good enough monitor, and their every move is in my eyes." Lawrence is extremely confident, and as he shuttles through the gap these days, he has become more proficient in this ability.

   "Those chess pieces I placed, it's time to take advantage of it."

  Lawrence motioned Ende to leave and glanced at the Epidemic Doctor, then he closed his eyes and the candlelight flickered.

  When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in a ball where the music was rising. He was wearing gorgeous clothes and was dancing with a charming lady.

   "Your dance moves are getting better and better." The lady praised.

   "You are fine too."

  The Duke of Salicardo gently kissed the back of her hand, and then walked away from the dance floor, his eyes became piercing, like two people.

  Lawrence’s attack on Salicardo Manor was somewhat successful. He successfully eroded the Duke of Salicardo, and later, he carried out activities as Salicardo.

  This is also the reason why Shermans met Salicardo. He thought he found Salicardo, but Lawrence actually found him.

  Through these, Lawrence reached a connection with the decontamination agency in this extremely strange way, and this penetration is still continuing.

  Sometimes he felt fortunate that the beacons that he had placed at random before became his channel for surveillance at this moment, and controlled the whole situation in this way.

  Like a poisonous spider with an invisible head, the invisible thread forms an invisible web, and this web has already enveloped everyone.

  Lorenzo never thought that the letter would be sent by Lawrence, and a letter like this was still spreading throughout the old town, leading all forces in the direction he wanted.

  Lawrence stood behind the dark scene like a ghost, pushing the restless city to the abyss.

  ……

   Something seems to come, right by its side, it peers into the world through its body.

  Sigg is also a little hard to explain this feeling. He didn't care at first, but as time goes on, this feeling becomes more and more frequent. Sometimes Sigg even feels that there is another self deep in his consciousness.

   shook his head vigorously, trying to shake all these strange thoughts out.

  There was a dim light shining down, falling on my body through the painted glass, the light was dim, as if it had lost its color.

  Sig looked at this familiar White Church. He first came here, only to stray into it. At that time, it had not become the place where the mutual aid association was held. It was just an abandoned church with a simple priest living in it.

The priest was already very old. When Sig came, he couldn't even believe that he was living here alone. Since that encounter, Sig would feel that strange feeling from time to time, as if he had a ghost sent to him. On the body, look at what you see.

Sieg still remembers that night, he had just been expelled from the factory for taking hallucinogens. He was depressed and talked a lot with that priest. Sieg had returned here afterwards, but the priest was gone. He seemed to Leaving without a trace, Sigg also asked people around him, and they didn't know this.

  The raindrops slapped the glass, and the damp rain steam poured in along the crack of the door. The sudden cold made Sigg shiver, but then the violent cheers shattered everything.

  Everyone sat together, telling each other about the recent experiences, happiness and sorrow, and then ended today's mutual aid meeting with cheers.

  Higg seemed a little dissociated, he thought Joey would come, but today Joey did not arrive, which made him a little disappointed, but think about it, Joey also has his own job, unlike himself.

  People bid farewell to each other, took up their umbrellas and left one by one. The happiness came so suddenly, and the curtain ended so quickly. When Sieg returned to God, only himself was left in the church.

  Everything was in a mess, and Sieg was in no hurry anyway, so he put the chairs that had been messed up again.

  "Aren't you leaving in a hurry?" someone asked.

   "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with it anyway." Sieg responded with a smile.

  Then the voice sounded from the other end, and the doctor came over.

   "Well, you look good lately, do you feel like you can integrate into your life?" the doctor asked.

  Sig's expression was a bit hesitant, but thinking of his recent life, he nodded vigorously and said happily.

   "Yes, it feels good."

   "Really? Sig, do you think you have a problem?" the doctor asked again.

"What's the meaning?"

  "I am a doctor. Ordinary people don't go to a doctor. Only patients will go to a doctor. Do you think you are a patient?" The doctor said something that Sig couldn't understand.

"I……"

Sieg recalled that he was also very aware of this. Before he took the hallucinogen, he felt that he was different. He didn't know whether it was something called introversion or something else, but it was indeed different. People are different.

"Human beings are grouped, and individual differences are only heterogeneous, so heterogeneity is disease, and disease needs to be cured... I think so, everyone in the mutual aid society is gathered together because of hallucinogens, but in fact Without hallucinogens, everyone is a different kind in the crowd."

  The doctor stood on the stairs and said.

  "This is the world. It will make us lose our own characteristics and become mediocre until we are like everyone else."

  "Do you think this is a characteristic?"

  Sig didn’t understand that his flawed character made his life very painful, but this pain was characteristic in the doctor’s eyes.

   "Isn't it? We are born like this, just as we are born with different pupil colors. Is it because we are different from others, should we change this natural characteristic?"

  The doctor smiled. He looked at Sieg’s confused eyes and continued.

   "You are special."

"I?"

  Sig pointed to himself, a little confused.

   "Yes, Sig, I want you to have a good chat about yourself."

  James Moriarty moved a chair and sat on the opposite side of Sig. He still looked peaceful, like the sun, making it difficult to be wary of it.

"Myself?"

   "Everyone lives ordinary, but people rarely understand themselves really, do they?"

   Moriarty stretched out his hand as he spoke, tapping Sig's heart lightly with his fingers. It was obvious that the action was not strong, but Sig felt that a heavy hammer was hitting his heart.

  He stared at Moriarty's eyes blankly, his somewhat sluggish face reflected in the glasses, and then a blazing firework swallowed it all.

  Suddenly all the voices roared, and they all sang with high frequency until they converged into the sound of rain.

The invisible heavy rain enveloped Sieg, it existed everywhere, falling continuously with a cold chill, and the White Church disappeared in the surging tide. When he recovered, Sieg found that he was standing in an empty space. On the field, drenched in the icy rainstorm, his eyes moved slowly, and Sigg saw it in a daze, at the end of the rain curtain...

  The small town by the sea, the small town that I can never go back to.

  (End of this chapter)