Ember Gun

  Chapter 330 Forgotten

  The Protestant Mission, the Elimination of Institutions, Lawrence’s Remnants...

  Faces flew across Lorenzo’s mind. Some people wanted to kill him, some wanted to use him, some were still hesitating, and some were already dead.

  Lorenzo suddenly felt a little tired.

   Looking back at the past at this moment, Lorenzo found that the events he experienced had too many doubts, not only the current Protestant group, but also the doubts before that.

  Watson and 047.

  These two guys who existed in their minds like ghosts, now they have disappeared, and with their disappearance, what has been brought about is Lorenzo's self-doubt.

  Who is he? What is the nature of the false Holy Grail? What is the purpose of the Protestant Mission? The most important thing is the "truth" of the world written in Shermans' notes.

Lorenzo's current situation is very bad, and he is completely involved by the Protestant group. Although the current cleansing agency does not fully believe in the other party, no one is sure what the mysterious Queen Victoria will do next. Of course, it is even more terrifying. There was Moriarty hiding in the dark.

  He took advantage of Lorenzo's humanity to let Lorenzo tie himself up. Lorenzo didn't know what he would do next, so he could only increase his vigilance and prepare to meet him.

  There is more than one player Lorenzo on this table, everyone is constantly laying out, and for their own interests, all the chips are pushed forward.

  This is a **** game, no one can leave decently.

  While thinking of countermeasures, the door was pushed open and Abigail returned.

   "You have been experimenting for a long time," Lorenzo said.

   "There was a small accident, don't care." She answered directly without concealing it.

  Abigail knew that he couldn't hide from the demon hunter in front of him. Lorenzo's view of the weak erosion of the mouse was as obvious as the smell of blood in the air.

"The secret blood in your body is very interesting. After being extracted, it itself is not corrosive, just like ordinary blood, but when it is injected into another living body, it wakes up... You hunt demon Man has the power to make it sleep and wake up, right?"

   "Perhaps, this is just like instinct."

  Lorenzo replied, he suddenly felt that the guy in front of him was still a bit useful. He needed to clean up the perfect scientific research system of the agency and understand everything that was covered up from a rational point of view. This is a win-win situation and mutual use.

"It's really interesting. If you abandon those theological gods and gods, you demon hunters can do a lot of far-reaching imaginations, burning flames, dense armor, and the weird foreseeing the future... you know? These things If these academic researchers find out that their worldview will probably collapse, just like the founders of the two old **** sticks, they will convert to theology and try to find some answers in their faith."

   "It sounds a little helpless, and I can't find the answer in rationality. In the end, I can only put myself in the theology of disgust. Presumably the two founders have also become crazy in their later years."

  Lorenzo can vaguely feel the kind of helpless madness, the road he has been pursuing can not give him the answer, the kind of hysterical madness.

"Almost, anyway, the two of them finally died here due to mental problems, here at the Black Mountain Hospital," Abigail said and pointed to his head. After all, the scientific research area is located underground. "You can even get from the Black Mountain Hospital. They found their tombstones in the cemetery, but no one has cleaned them for a long time. It may be a bit dirty."

  "But you can be regarded as an academic researcher? When you come into contact with these, won't you fall into the hysterical madness like those predecessors?" Lorenzo asked.

"I am different from them. Due to the limitations of the times, their research road has come to an end in that era. Knowledge is tempting them to move forward. When they can't find the answer, they become unscrupulous, such as Study theology, such as conducting taboo human experiments, or..."

  Abigail's eyes fell on Lorenzo, as if to suggest something.

   "Study the demons and usurp the power called Secret Blood."

  Abigail laughed suddenly, but to Lorenzo it sounded nothing more than the roar of a ventilator.

   "If there is no way, open the way, no matter what the price is."

  Lorenzo was startled, the words were short, but there was a nauseating smell of blood behind him.

   "Sounds a lot like alchemists, scholars who have fallen into madness for [truth]."

   "Almost, in fact, everyone is almost the same. They are all guys who are seduced by knowledge. In order to know those hidden secrets, they do everything they can."

  Abigail replaced another canister as he said.

   "Then what are you going to do next? The blood should be enough?"

Just now Abigail drew a large bag of blood from himself. Lorenzo felt that this guy didn’t think about how much he expected to draw. Instead, he felt that he was a demon hunter anyway, and he couldn’t die if he drew more. There are few precious experimental samples.

  "Just asking, I have a lot of questions for you."

"for example."

  "For example, the pseudo-Holy Grail that these people have been pursuing. Are you interested in telling me what it is?"

  Abigail brought a chair and sat opposite Lorenzo. At the same time, the other medical staff also moved. They pushed the trolley with the machine to detect the degree of erosion.

  In a blink of an eye, a group of people surrounded Lorenzo, and Abigail continued.

  "It may be a little painful. At present, these restraint devices are just decoration. If it hurts too much, I hope you can restrain yourself and not hurt other people."

   "What is this going to do?"

  Lorenzo remained calm, but to be honest, after undergoing various tests of the perpetual pump, he was really worried about the Black Mountain Hospital, which is also a scientific research institution.

  "Detect the extent of your erosion, and then trouble you to talk to me about the pseudo-Holy Grail when you are being tested. This will help you stay awake during the test."

   "Is this..."

  Lorenzo looked suspiciously at the medical staff who surrounded him. They lifted Lorenzo's hair, took out scissors and cut it along the back of the neck. With a slight pain, the electrodes were pierced under the skin.

  Abigail was placed next to the testing machine, her hand was on the switch, and the start and intensity of the test were determined by her.

"it has started."

  As she said, she pressed the switch, and a faint tingling pain came along the back of her neck.

   "What exactly is the pseudo-Holy Grail?"

"I am not sure as well."

   "You don't know? How is this possible." Abigail asked.

  Lorenzo hesitated for a while, but thought that he might not be able to find out the truth of all this, he needed to use the Black Mountain Hospital to conduct research.

   "I forgot, as they said, my memory was chaotic, and there were blank fragments in the memory of the night of Holy Prophet."

   "It happens to be the part about the pseudo-Holy Grail, isn't it?"

"Yes."

  Lorenzo is a liar, good at that cunning deception, he has reservations about Abigail's words, such as the part about the pseudo-Holy Grail.

He knows some information about the pseudo-Holy Grail, but this information is also fragmentary. Lorenzo knew that Watson was alienated from 016, but he could not remember why it was alienated, when Lorenzo’s mentality When he was sober, Watson already existed in his own consciousness, and became an existence called the pseudo-Holy Grail.

  That kind of feeling is really uncomfortable, the former friend has become an unknowable monster, and it happens to hide in the deepest part of your consciousness.

   "This is not so good..."

  Although Abigail's face could not be seen, Lorenzo felt that she was mostly an annoyed expression at the moment.

"what happened?"

  "Don’t you think it’s a coincidence? You have been alive for so long, and there are a lot of memories in your brain, but it turns out that the most important part is forgotten."

  Abigail took a model of a human brain from the shelf on the other side and rubbed it.

"This is the Montenegro Hospital, a research institution that focuses on mental aspects. Amnesia is precisely called amnesia, and there are many reasons for this symptom, such as brain injury or taking some strange drugs. Of course, the world is so colorful, there may be some reasons for this.

  But these regulations are an exception to you, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. "

"What's the meaning?"

  Lorenzo got serious. The cleansing agency wanted to know what the pseudo-Holy Grail was. The same was true for Lorenzo. At this moment, the interests of the two had reached an agreement for the time being.

"Don't you realize it?" Abigail looked at Lorenzo in amazement, "You are a demon hunter! Even if you are slashed by a sword, penetrated by a bullet, or even swigged poison, but as long as you still Keep the secret blood boiling, as long as you have enough time and a clear sense of reason, you will be able to heal.

  In other words, even if there is a brain trauma, as long as you don't directly cut off most of your brain, you can still heal it, right? "

   "I don't know. Generally speaking, the demon hunter will turn into a monster at that level. The power and the cost are mutual." Lorenzo explained.

  "So in theory, if someone wants you to'amnesia', why would he do it, and also carefully cut off your brain, maybe you will die if you shake your hand.

Right, it’s not necessary, and the poison can be eliminated here. On the night of the hell, I couldn’t think of any reason why you would drink a large dose of poison, and the wound that the poison has caused you, Even secret blood is difficult to cure. "

  Abigail came over suddenly and pressed Lorenzo’s head with his fingers, pressing his fingers on the upper and lower eyelids, and squeezed them open, exposing the gray-blue eyes.

  "Unless you don’t want to think of those things, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."

  Lorenzo for a moment forgot the pain caused by his eyeballs, and looked at Abigail with bloodshot eyes.

"What did you say?"

   "You with secret blood, it is difficult to be interfered by the outside world. I suspect that your memory is hidden by your psychological defense mechanism."

  Abigail released his hand, then opened Lorenzo's other eye to observe carefully.

  "You are probably not familiar with these words. To put it bluntly, the psychological defense mechanism is the self-repression of the self, a kind of subconscious...that is, the self-defense mechanism at the spiritual level."

   "In this case, Lorenzo, your amnesia is very likely to be the reason. After all, the night of the Holy Promenade is too difficult, isn't it?"

  Abigail suddenly approached Lorenzo, took off the ventilator, and the clear voice rang in his ears with strange magic.

   "In order to maintain a sensible world, you demon hunters are willing to accept the secret blood incarnate into beasts. All you have is a cold and ruthless number, holding a sharp spike sword, and fighting with those evil monsters all night.

  Without glory and wealth, no one will remember you.

  You are just pure weapons, giving up everything for that lofty ideal, but in that night, when you look back, you find that the people you swear to protect have already become something even more unbearable than wild beasts.

  It’s so sad, what do you think? "

Abigail looked at Lorenzo with a smile. He thought he would be an elderly lady under the heavy protective clothing, but in fact, Abigail looked about the same age as Lorenzo, and he carried the doctor’s approachability. Her temperament, but at the moment, in Lorenzo's eyes, she is like a demon.

  "You lost everything that night, your friends, your beliefs, your past, everything you insist on is so ridiculous in front of human desires.

   Yeah, it’s too painful, isn’t it? "

  The voice echoed clearly in Lorenzo's ears, picking up all the cruel past, one after another with **** and broken faces flashing in front of Lorenzo's eyes, he whispered.

"Shut up……"

It was a flat voice, but there was a clear hostility that slowly circulated through Lorenzo's body, bloodshot eyes looked at Abigail, and the woman did not have the slightest fear, but showed it to Lorenzo. a smile.

  She put on a ventilator, and her voice became rumbling again.

   "It seems that I successfully angered you. The memory of Saint's Night is indeed a heavy burden for you. You are so heavy that you can't help but give your will to the wild, right?"

  The steel **** on the chair has been broken. If Abigail goes too far, maybe Lorenzo will break free from the **** just now.

   "There are not many things that can move you, so you can see how terrifying the memory of the Holy Night is to you."

  "Do you think that I have forgotten it deliberately because that memory was too painful?"

  Lorenzo calmed down his emotions, and his tone was still so indifferent.

  Abigail nodded, she said.

   "Yes, although you are a demon hunter with secret blood, you still have human parts in your body, with human inferiority. Remember Joey?"

   "What did you mention him for?"

In the known information, Joey was eroded by the false Holy Grail on Lorenzo. Lorenzo didn’t believe this at first, but he felt that Arthur didn’t need to use this method to deceive himself, but he remembered When Moriarty, Lorenzo came to a conclusion.

  It was Moriarty who did all this. As long as Lorenzo refuses to step into the conspiracy of the Protestant Order, more and more people will be "eroded" by Lorenzo.

"Before being'eroded' by you, Joey's mental state had a period of instability. At that time, he frequently injected hallucinogens and fell into the illusion. You feel that you are a high-ranking knight in the eradication mechanism. Why would he do such a thing?" Abigail asked.

"Because Joey, like you, has an unbearable memory. It's just that he didn't forget that memory, and because he didn't forget, that **** memory kept tormenting him until he started using hallucinogens to escape it all. ." She did not wait for Lorenzo to answer, but continued.

   "What memory?"

  "This is patient privacy. I can't reveal too much, but if you cooperate with the work, I don't mind gossiping with you."

  Abigail has a serious look, but most of his words and attitudes are like playing a play.

  "You also have the inferiority of human beings, and human beings are so fragile. When being tortured by the pain, the instinct will go beyond the will to act and try to survive as much as possible.

For Joey, the hallucinations caused by hallucinogens are escape and survival. For the temporary peace, he knew what it was, but he injected it without hesitation, and so did you. Mr. Lorenzo Holmes.

  Sacred Night is too cruel for you. Even if you have that iron will, you still have to heal yourself in a forgetful way. "

  Abigail's voice suddenly stopped, her voice seemed to be smiling.

   "It may be a little painful."

  At this moment, she suddenly pulled down the valve, and the power was fully opened.

Electric current gushes out of the machine and releases it along the electrode that pierced the skin. In the intense pain, Lorenzo sat firmly on the chair. There was a faint pain on the chilly face, and at the same time appeared in the field of vision. Colorful hallucinations.

  But soon those hallucinations disappeared, and there was something that seemed familiar after the darkness.

  It is a series of gates, the gates are sealed in the depths of memory.

  (End of this chapter)