Ember Gun

  Chapter 608 Letter

  The first meeting was over. Zuo Zhen said that if they contacted him again, they would visit in person, and then there were some messy matters, chatting with a few old guys, and then Lorenzo was released back.

When he came, he failed to get on the carriage that cleaned up the organs. In order to make up for the Kestrel, Lorenzo entangled the Kestrel and asked him to send himself back. This Kestrel was so hard to toss that he yelled endlessly along the way. He always Being disgusted by Lorenzo, and he never goes back every time, which makes the Kestrel very powerless.

  Returning to a familiar home, Lorenzo felt that his anxiety in the past few days seemed to be finally relieved, lying in bed, feeling comfortable.

  He remembered something, turned out of bed, sat at the table, then opened the drawer and took out a photo album.

  Turning it over, it was full of familiar faces.

  Kestrel, Shrike, Eve, Seleuc... even Arthur.

  The photos contained in it are different, there are also cut newspapers, and some yellowed photos that are obviously torn from the archives. There are also some notes written by Lorenzo to mark who these people are.

  After returning from Jihai, Lorenzo was very worried. He was afraid of who he would forget. For this reason, he collected these photos in his free time and integrated them all together.

  Seleu’s photos are the best to collect. After all, they are the Duchess of Stuart. You can cut off her head if you find a newspaper. The same is true for Arthur. The more difficult thing is to get rid of these guys inside the agency.

Lorenzo was too lazy to care about Kestrel asking for photos, or taking him to take pictures. With Kestrel’s mouthful of bad words that were not inferior to him, Lorenzo only thought it would be a torture. For this reason, Lorenzo used some strange applications. , Gained access to the archives, I hope those guys didn’t notice the loss of the photos.

  Familiar faces after another, they filled this album, and at the end there was a photo taken in Galunaro.

  The memory was touched, Lorenzo calmed down for a while, put the album away, put it back in the drawer, and walked downstairs.

"The Institute of Mechanical Engineering has stopped all other production and fully assisted the'death prison.' It is guaranteed that Holy Silver will be all over it, preventing the invasion."

  Merlin’s words echoed in his mind, and Lorenzo wrote and drew on the map.

  He wiped everything on the desktop, and then tiled the suspended map on it.

  Old Dunling is strictly protected, and the frequency of iron whale and armed iron snake patrols is much higher, not to mention the rioters patrolling the streets.

  These do not exist to contain Roger. Iron and fire can't kill him. All this is for a somewhat cruel reason.

  Once such a monster falls into the old Dunling, the erosion intensity he releases is enough to create a large number of monsters. Rather than fighting against Roger, these weapons are used to kill the citizens who may become monsters.

  Lorenzo drew a big triangle on the map. The three vertices are located at Invervig, Gallunaro, and the Holy Evangelical Papal State.

  Unclear about Roger's specific movements, these three areas may be hit by him, and then... counterattack.

  Lorenzo felt a headache when he thought of this. He felt weird, as if something had been forgotten, and there seemed to be a wall preventing him from thinking in a certain direction.

Under Hercule’s words, Lorenzo doubted whether he had suffered antimemetics, but he couldn’t figure out why he made the decision that made him forget something. As for what the forgotten thing is, it’s even more difficult to go. Thought about it.

  For this reason, he fell into a strange situation. Believing his words, Lorenzo shouldn't study deeply, and continue to forget and doubt his words, Lorenzo feared that his actions would prompt some kind of mistake.

  The other thing is, is the truth really like this?

  Countless doubts enveloped Lorenzo, and now is the time when he should not doubt the least, and his mind is under consideration.

  He took out [Final Echo] and played with the dark cube.

  This black cube is very tempting, like erosion. Lorenzo can feel its influence and attract him to spy, but he understands that this is not the problem of the black cube, but his own.

  Everyone is like this. When they see this black cube that can influence the direction of the world, no one can stop dreaming about it.

  The magic is not gold, but the heart.

  Lorenzo rubbed the surface of the black cube, feeling its coldness, his eyes fixed on the map.

  The suspicion in his heart intensified. Lorenzo liked the feeling that everything was under his control, but now the emptiness and reality made him uneasy, so that when he stared at the black cube, he had such a momentary illusion.

  Antimeme is self-enclosed information. It needs to be carried by a carrier, so is this black cube really its carrier?

  This is a black box, and Lorenzo has no way to prove all this, just as he can't prove whether he was affected by antimeme.

   "Maybe I need another plan, one to deal with all possible... lore."

  Lorenzo leaned back, raised his legs, and held the black cube in his hands, as if he was hugging a child.

  Antimeme needs a carrier, which can be heavy rain, or black cube, or even...people.

  More than that, Lorenzo began to think about whether consciousness can also be a carrier of antimeme.

He stood up suddenly, like a madman, picked up a pen ruler, and Lorenzo began to measure the distance between the old Dunling and the place of the seven hills. With the existing surveying methods, the error is bound to be very large, but in the gap ] Shuttle, such an error does not affect anything.

  Lorenzo calculated the maximum range of his erosion influence, thinking about how long it would take him to reach the Temple of Silence if he was alone.

He didn’t know where the strangeness he felt came from. Lorenzo didn’t have the courage to pin all his hopes in such blindness. He needs to take the initiative, at least when disaster strikes, he has a remedy. Ability.

   "So, all you need is the carrier, right?"

  Lorenzo stared at the black cube, and a gleam of white light flashed under his eyes.

  Perhaps... Lorenzo can do this if necessary.

  This is a somewhat crazy move, it will be Lorenzo's hole card to deal with any possible sudden situation.

   "As long as Roger appears, Adren will definitely appear too... No, he may also guard the well of sublimation and avoid being transferred from the mountain."

  Lorenzo looked at the red triangle, there was actually a fourth corner, and that was Roger without a trace. When he appeared, all the dots would be connected together to play the crazy opening together.

  However, under various circumstances, perhaps for a moment, the Temple of Silence was unguarded.

  Lorenzo's heart is about to move.

  This kind of thinking did not last long. After thinking about everything, Lorenzo rolled up the map and put it aside.

  He picked up the suitcase on the side, which was filled with changed clothes, and then his own weapons and some messy things.

  Arthur suggested that Lorenzo should be stationed in the decontamination agency, otherwise it would be too troublesome to have to come to him every time, not to mention that in this case, once there is an emergency, the action will be very difficult.

  Lorenzo understood what Arthur meant. On the surface, he was actually monitoring Lorenzo, so as not to make any crazy actions by Lorenzo and take the story's direction into another astray.

  Also, this guy is very worried about Lorenzo.

Although Arthur did not want to say that, the fact is that Lorenzo is currently the top individual combat force, and he also keeps [Final Echo]. Once in a night that no one knows, Lorenzo Did Zuo die of the office just like that?

  For these various reasons, Lorenzo had to move for a long time, only to live for a short period of time, but he was still very reluctant to give up here.

Thinking about it carefully, in addition to fighting and killing monsters, Lorenzo seems to be the only desire to stay here to die. Now it is a bit unbearable to let him leave here, but when I think about it, if there is a fight here , The firm might be flattened in minutes, and Lorenzo did not hesitate so much.

  Instead of flattening their own home, it is better to go to the scourge and clean up the organs. Anyway, it is what they asked for.

  All the things to bring are almost ready. As for the holy silver brought by the Kestrel, there are more in the cleansing mechanism, so there is no need to bring it.

   Picking up the hat and clasping it on his head, Lorenzo was pulling the suitcase, and just about to leave the office, he remembered something again, turned around, stepped on the chair and climbed onto the table.

   "Yo, my little baby."

  Lorenzo took it off, leaned it against his face, and rubbed the wooden **** firmly, like a big dog picking up his beloved bone.

   "Don't walk gently into that good night."

  Finger scratched the bumps, the craftsmanship is very good, according to Lorenzo's description, even some tiny details were made.

  This is not the original Winchester, but Lorenzo is not so particular about it. He still treats it as a brand new one, just like Poirot in Hercules, it's just a few generations.

  In the later battles, Lorenzo rarely used this weapon because he became stronger. It was more like a souvenir to commemorate the past.

  Originally, Lorenzo wanted to keep it in the office, but he didn't want to do it when he went out. This time Lorenzo chose to bring it, as if to prevent himself from appearing so lonely.

   "So... I think there is another person who is right."

  Lorenzo stood on the table and looked at this not a small or very big office.

  He knew very well that he was a somewhat withdrawn person. In his leisure and daily life, his biggest hobby was to spend time lying on the sofa, but Lorenzo always felt that...this place shouldn’t be so deserted.

  Lorenzo always felt that there should be someone beside him, but after looking at the distribution of the rooms, there was no place for new roommates, so where did his illusion come from?

Headache.

  He couldn't remember the forgotten "roommate", walked off the table, carrying Winchester and the suitcase, Lorenzo locked the door of the room, his figure drifted away and disappeared at the end of the street corner.

  ……

  Galunaro, the port of Maruri.

  Since the night of suffering, this place has become the front line of the Galunaro War. Countless warships lined up on the sea. Among the ruins of the city, orthodox priests walked back and forth, spreading the glow of faith.

  Under Lawrence’s means, the Orthodox Church has penetrated deeply into the people, and spread to the surroundings with the port of Maruri as its core.

  In the streets under the night, Orthodox priests can be seen everywhere. They are holding lanterns and candlesticks, walking forward and praying.

  Lorenzo's brutality detonated all the underground gas supply system in Maruli, and the line was completely buried. Now people can only use candlelight to illuminate, and everything seems to be advancing in the past.

  The pastor walked to the patrolling soldiers, prayed the holy words, whispered ups and downs, and gathered together with the distant sounds, like an unknown chant, hovering over the city.

Looking down at Maruli from a high altitude, you can see endless candlelights rising in the street. They are intertwined to form a burning spider web. The light on the outer edge is a little dim, but when you walk towards the core of the spider web, the glow grows stronger. It is so strong that its center is as brilliant as the day.

  In the center of this candlelight is the expanded Hearn Cathedral, where Lawrence, as the Orthodox Pope, established it as his residence, surrounded by countless priests, with taboos rolling in his blood.

  The melted wax oil soaked the long steps, like solidified blood.

  Liya stepped on the bright red long steps and moved upwards blankly. The green laughter of the past disappeared in her body, and now only the coldness that can't even be warmed by candlelight is left.

  She crossed the barriers and saw the bright red figure in the core of Hearn Cathedral.

  He turned his back to Liya, under the huge pipe organ in the church, with his hands stroking the piano, as if he wanted to play a piece of music, but for some reason, he did not do it for a long time.

  Liya walked towards him, holding a secret document in her hand, and then stayed beside him.

   "Under the crown, you have a letter from Old Dunling."

   "Old Dunling?"

  Lawrence turned his head, the same cold face was reflected on the cold mask, and a hoarse laughter sounded.

  "A letter from the old Dunling?"

   "That's right."

  Liya nodded and said that she was not joking, the situation in the Shirahoshi Strait was severe, and there was almost no contact between the two countries, and now a letter that shouldn’t be here arrived here.

   "It seems to be sent here urgently through some special channels," Liya said, "I also asked the postman to inquire, and he doesn't know anything."

   "Is that so?"

  Lawrence raised a little interest. At this time, a personal letter from Old Dunling, he was very curious about what it would be.

  Receiving the letter, with sharp fingertips like a knife, he easily cut open the envelope and took out the paper. Under this not neat handwriting, Lawrence found the familiar name in the corner.

   "Lorenzo Holmos."

  (End of this chapter)