[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

072.

Jane Ruo did not expect that one day she would have the opportunity to revisit her old place.

The abandoned chemical plant still looks like the first time I saw it.The sound of footsteps can be clearly heard echoing in the empty room.

The fully painted blue eye in the center of the wall was fixed there as always, staring at Jian Ruo with a smile.

"The existence of God is meaningless, isn't it? Dear Jane." Achilles stood in the middle of the factory, under the blue eye, so small against him-like a grain of rice. Sand, inconspicuous.

"That assassination was planned by you." Jian Ruo stared at him, keeping her expression on.

"You're always so straightforward." He sighed, as if he was an affectionate man who met a lover who didn't understand, "—it's me."

"That day you said to me 'you are very lucky—', why?" Jian Ruo twitched the corner of her mouth, "You regretted it."

"Everyone has moments of regret." Achilles still had a smile on his face, and that expression made Jian Ruo feel familiar for no reason, "I am no exception. You don't know how grateful I was for that stupid person at that moment." The woman blocked a shot for you. You can't die—Jane, if you want to die, you should die by my hands."

"Ms. Li belongs to you?" Jian Ruo didn't know why, but she calmed down strangely. She looked at Achilles, but there was nothing in her head, just a piece of calm.

"My person?" Achilles lowered his eyes, as if he was lost in thought, his half-closed eyes revealed the blue color, like a pool of quiet water, bottomless, "maybe.——she belongs to me , nor mine, she belongs to you, but not to you either."

"I don't have time to play these maneuvers with you, Achilles." Jian Ruo said blankly, "What do you know?"

"It seems that you still haven't recovered your memory, dear Jane," he walked over slowly, stared at Jian Ruo, stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder, bent down and stared at her eyes, those blue eyes, like It is a ghost haunting people, "——If you recover, you won't talk to me like this."

"Why?" Jian Ruo sneered, "We were still friends before."

"We are all together." Achilles laughed, "We are natural allies."

"It's a joke. If we were allies, you wouldn't do anything to me." Jian Ruo flicked off his hand on her shoulder with no expression on her face.

"Because I didn't fully recognize you at that time, my dear—" He seemed to be hurt, and sighed softly, "If it wasn't for that woman standing in front of you—trying to Finding Alvaro Machiavelli in you, I still don't recognize you."

"Alvaro Machiavelli?" Jian Ruo repeated, "Who is that—?"

"A waste." Achilles showed an unhappy expression, "——an incompetent idiot who caused us to fall to where we are now."

"Whoever is with you is us." Jian Ruo took a step back, "Explain clearly first, and then get close to me."

"Well, well——" Achilles smiled instead of anger, and he looked at Jian Ruo with great interest, "I will explain it to you, but before that, tell me—Jane, have you thought about it? One question—if you had the memory of another person, and it was clear and distinct—you had all the lives of two individuals at the same time, what would happen to you?"

"..." Jane looked at Achilles calmly, "What will happen to me? If a person has two lives, then there is no doubt that she can only choose one as her identity, otherwise, she can only able to collapse."

"Yes. Maybe it will have a split personality, maybe it will completely collapse, maybe it will be completely confused-there is only one way to perfectly transplant the memory, copy a person completely to another body, and transfer all the memories to another body. Minimize the negative impact—" Achilles' voice was soft and soft, as if he was talking about something very remarkable, and there was a kind of fanatical fire in his eyes, as if everything could be ignited in the next moment.

"—Find someone with a blank memory. A piece of blank paper can be scribbled by others without being disturbed. That is the most perfect 'inheritance'—" He opened his arms, took a step back, and stared at him with deep eyes Looking at Jian Ruo, the corners of his mouth curled up, extremely arrogant—"The story of that great ancestor, Gottlieb Fichte—after countless experiments, he finally understood—that was him, possessed His memory, with his knowledge, will have his character - that is clearly him, that is eternal life!"

His voice suddenly sank in the next moment, as if bewitching, he laughed slowly, like a dull drumbeat, gradually echoing in people's hearts: "Only gods can live forever. And he, he The one who really touches the 'rules', he is the god—”

"So?" Jane Ruo said blankly, "—I can understand Mr. Gottlieb Fichte, he is a scientist who lived in that era and experienced the baptism of medieval theology—thoughts naturally have their limitations, What about you?" Jian Ruo showed a gentle smile, raised her hands and pulled her hair behind her ears, "Are you going crazy too? Still holding the senior who was sick in the second class hundreds of years ago—? Even if he succeeded, But that was all in the 19th century, and now, after two centuries—you tell me about eternal life?"

"Two centuries—yes, two centuries," Achilles closed his eyes slightly, "it's just the timeline of four people—" he opened his eyes, "As for you—Jane, you Haven't you already seen it? Those half-gods—"

Jane was shocked.

"Charlie Wade? Ben Borut? Well—who else? And those no-names—that American boy named Lowry—those who were treated like garbage by the godslayers The semi-finished products that have been cleaned up—ha.” Achilles looked at Jian Ruo fixedly, “with a broken memory, and with a little ability, he thought he was a ‘god’—to flaunt himself in the world, just to prove that he was a ‘god’ won't die'. Just a bunch of poor ridiculous martyrs—"

"God? Those lunatics are your gods?" Jian Ruo laughed mockingly, she just felt infinitely absurd. She was trembling because of the absurdity, and she didn't know what to say. She was evoked bad memories, dangling memories Here, the two who died before her—

Charlie Wade?No—what was his name—Antony N.O.

No wonder—no wonder she felt familiar, and Ben Borut, that haunted night in the hospital, the man with the hoarse voice who mentioned China—that unfinished sentence—

Jian Ruo seemed to be strangled by someone, and she couldn't breathe for a while——

"I've said it before," Achilles' face sank, as if he had been insulted, "a semi-finished product! It's just a cover for the real god—to distract the godslayer—!" His face was like It's gloomy weather, heralding the coming storm, lightning and thunder—"Jane, you should be the person who knows Antonio best—" Achilles' voice has an indescribable magnetism, " Oh—or should he be called Agamemnon? Or [Jane City]—? Your dear guardian—the defective products you see now are all his works—of course,” his eyes It became dark, sinking like a deep pool of water, bottomless, "——you are no exception."

"Don't you understand yet?" Achilles looked at Jian Ruo and sighed pitifully, "—the biggest target of the godslayer is you——"

Jian Ruo's face darkened: "What are you talking about—"

"Let me tell you, my dear, if the first god Gottlieb Fichte is the founder, the second god is the genius careerist who pushed the organization to the top, and the third god is A fool who caused the believers to divide, and the fourth one is a complete lunatic—” Achilles slowly pointed his fingers together, and pressed his lips weakly, “Oh, Antonio—he easily manipulated Other people's lives are just to add to the workload of the godslayers. He is a complete lunatic-but fortunately, he is dead. Dear Jane, you have become the most orthodox member of that huge power organization Heir—do you remember all this?"

Jane Ruo just stared at him without saying a word - but the silence is enough to explain many things.

Achilles laughed lowly: "How ridiculous—the most regular heir is a woman who doesn't remember anything about the past." He restrained his smile, with an indescribable chill in his eyes, "But take it easy, I'll tell you, dear Jane—where are we going?—Oh, Gottlieb Fichte. He's a real hypnotist, a great scientist, but he doesn't Herein—he lacks ambition, and doesn’t know how to manage the bargaining chips in his hands—"

"All brilliance comes from the next generation. Gottlieb Fichte's successor is Angela Fichte, who formally founded the organization with a religious nature. When it was brilliant, it was the time point of World War I. Scientific lunatics, military lunatics, and geniuses in various fields gathered in the organization. Angela Fichte was their leader and god—through war, through national games, Angela quickly Expanding its sphere of influence, it reached its peak in 1912—”

"The biggest failure in his life is that he handed over the heavy responsibility to Alvaro Machiavelli, that cowardly Italian—" When he said this, Achilles' expression twisted involuntarily, and he tried to find Returning to her sober consciousness, she finally looked at Jian Ruo again, "Oh, the great third-generation god—the division between the godslayer and the godbearer began with him, there is no expansion, only cession—an Asian woman can still Control his will, not to mention a group of rebels who want to seize power—if it weren’t for his cowardice and incompetence, the traitors of Godslayer should have been completely killed when they appeared—"

"And," he showed a half-smile expression, "because his fragile nerves couldn't bear the memory of two generations of gods, and when he was on the verge of collapse, he randomly chose that lunatic Antonio as his successor—that's why the current situation came about. "

"If this lunatic hadn't gone crazy, maybe you wouldn't have been in such a miserable situation, Jane. You should have been just an ordinary person—you wouldn't be involved in this kind of panic, and you wouldn't be wantonly changing your memory To be rubbed—just because your adoptive father—Antonio chose you, in a sense of revenge—I know what he wants,” Achilles paused, “he wants to make us all unhappy— — a woman? Whom is he disgusting?"

"Fortunately, he's dead—it's just the two of us, Jane." Achilles laughed and lowered his voice "—as long as we join forces to kill the Godslayer, nothing can threaten us anymore It's-"

"——And then?" Jian Ruo said calmly, "Then you unite with those worshipers who can't accept women as leaders, and kill me as the leader? Do you think I'm a fool?——Why don't you know me? Identity, if you didn’t have any doubts about my identity, you wouldn’t have met me at all—the landlady stood in front of me, just to prove your guess—you’re just an experiment, well, let’s Let me guess? Maybe you don't have Antonio's memory at all—he's very suspicious, and it's absolutely impossible to entrust his memory to a test subject—what do you think you are."

Achilles narrowed his eyes: "Do you know what you're talking about—"

Jian Ruo laughed, but that smile was very similar to Achilles' insolent smile at the beginning: "What? Do you want to kill me?——Do you dare? The godslayer has been in full swing recently——killed me!" Me, you are their number one target. In the end—you just want to drag me into the muddy water as your shield—what, you want to get this, but I can’t think of it? You want to be the one who benefits from the fight between the snipe and the clam Fisherman, you have to see if the snipe and clam are happy."

"The triangle is always the most stable shape." Achilles pointed out.

--triangle?Jian Ruo's face remained unchanged, but she sneered in her heart, what kind of triangle—where did it come from?He really thought that her supernatural and lunatic prisoner

Is the guardian dead?Maybe he is hiding somewhere right now, spying on them——I'm afraid it's still unknown who this hot potato, the worshiper of God, really belongs to.

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