Ember Gun

  Chapter 270 The Last Case

  This sudden and massive talk ended in this way.

  Lorenzo has been away for a long time, but no one in the meeting room left. They remained silent and looked at each other with vigilant eyes.

  Their dispute is not over yet, or even just beginning.

   "You wouldn't let it go so well, would you?"

  Arthur looked at Anthony, who had prepared so much for Lorenzo. If Lorenzo were not so uncontrollable, maybe he would have succeeded this time.

  A guy with a misplaced self-perception, after a few brainwashing advice, maybe he will really cooperate with Anthony.

  "This is nature, and the false Holy Grail is an important asset of the Gospel Church."

  Anthony answered unabashedly.

   "But this is the old Dunling."

  "Perhaps...maybe for some reason, you will also be on our side?"

  Anthony said such an unclear sentence, it seems that everything is still under his control.

   "Arthur, do you think a person's will can be defeated?"

  Arthur did not respond. He somewhat wondered why Anthony suddenly turned the topic to this, and then Anthony continued to speak to himself.

   "That's really terrible will. Even after experiencing so much, in the case of cognitive dislocation, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes still gave us a heavy counterattack at the end."

  Looking back on Lorenzo's savage expression at that time, Anthony couldn't help but laugh. He really wanted to witness the glory of the old order with his own eyes. What kind of beliefs can make such terrible demon hunters.

  "But he is a human after all, no matter how much the powerful secret blood occupies the body, he is still a human, possessing human inferiority.

  As long as people are tired, they will feel pain, hesitation, and sadness..."

   Anthony spoke softly, looking at the door of the meeting room, and Lorenzo's figure when he left seemed to be still printed in his eyes.

"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes is really powerful. He has a will that far exceeds all of us, a will of steel. Even if he is in madness, he can find a path to reason. It's incredible... …

  But a person’s self-deception is destined to last. He deceives himself to be 042, a non-existent person, a weapon with a human body, then how long can such deception last?

   Maybe the toughness in front of us is just the toughness he deliberately showed us? Lorenzo Holmes must not fall, at least not in front of the enemy. "

  Anthony said and laughed.

   "Maybe he is crying in a corner at the moment."

   "So this is your purpose?"

  Arthur looked at Anthony without feelings. Everything today is an unavoidable situation.

"Probably... Anyway, what we are saying is the truth, isn't it? Lorenzo is carrying a false Holy Grail, and his own identity is also a mystery. You need to understand the cleansing organs, and our evangelical church also needs to do to others. Pressure.

   Now that the iron will has a gap, although Lorenzo tried to maintain his will, but he is a human after all, isn’t it? He can't live with weapons forever, and he is going into madness. "

   Anthony said that he got up and left, and the demon hunters guarding the door also left with him, leaving only the side that cleaned the organs.

   "Their purpose is more than these," said Gao Wen, who was watching, "They should have more ulterior ideas."

  "This is natural, the gospel church...they are far more complicated and scary than we thought."

  Merlin thought of the living Temple of Silence, and he was even more curious than Lorenzo what kind of life form it was.

   "It stands to reason that, compared to the false Holy Grail, Lorenzo, shouldn't the Evangelical Church care more about the missing "Revelation" at this moment?"

  After the silence, Arthur also expressed his incomprehension. The purpose of Anthony in this conversation was obvious. He directed all the fingers at Lorenzo.

  "Perhaps...maybe this is also related to Mr. Holmes?"

   Percival said that she was out of tune with this serious atmosphere.

  "You have also seen that Mr. Holmes didn't deliberately deceive us. He seemed to be distorted by the pseudo-Holy Grail. Is there such a possibility?

Lorenzo Holmes is related to the "Revelation", and even more complicated, only the evangelical church knows the inside story. After all, he is the demon hunter named Medanzo, and now all this is just him. I forgot, didn't realize it? "

   Percival talked and the surroundings became quiet, and she suddenly found that the remaining people were looking at herself with a strange look.

   "What's wrong...Is there a problem with what I said?"

  Arthur put away his emotions and waved his hand.

   "No, it's just that I'm a little curious, are you really stupid, or have you been pretending to be stupid?"

  "Are you discriminating against me?"

  Percival didn't realize what she said.

   "However, as Anthony said, it looks like Lorenzo may not be in good shape at the moment."

  Arthur also looked at the direction of the door, where Lorenzo had left not long ago.

  Lorenzo is a madman, and ordinary people can never judge the mental state of a madman, let alone that this madman has a serious tendency to self-destruct.

   Arthur also didn’t know what mentality Lorenzo would have now, whether he continued the cold-blooded madness, or was he crying in a corner?

  K Lorenzo is different from everyone. Everyone has a place called home to take refuge in desperate situations, but he does not.

Arthur can go home to talk to the photo of his dead wife, or cry to Eve, although this girl may not like her father like this, Gawain and Percival can also return to their hometown, everyone in this room is normal There is a normal social circle in human society, and they all have the existence of the so-called family, except for Lorenzo.

  Perhaps Lorenzo had it, but with the fire of the night of the Holy Prophet, all of this disappeared, and Arthur didn't know what he would do.

  Just looking out the window with some worry, the sky is gloomy, and the patter of rain is falling.

  ……

  The peculiar light rain of the old Dunling fell on Lorenzo's head. He was in a trance. Sitting in the corner of the alley, the sharp pain in his mind eased a lot with the coolness.

  A huge amount of water vapor is discharged every day, and they accumulate in the sky above the old Dunling, making the sky always so gloomy, like the ocean upside down above the city, with giant steel whales swimming in it.

  The cold rain patted his face, and the hollow eyes gradually glowed.

   "I am... Lorenzo Holmes, I am... 042."

  Lorenzo looked up at the sky and said stubbornly.

  Until now, Lorenzo still thinks that he is 042. As for the fact that he is 047, something must have gone wrong, it must be like this.

  Either Anthony forged the evidence, or what he said is true, but the truth is more than that...

  In fact, Lorenzo is also very troubled when he thinks of it here. If he is 042, who is the ghost that lives in his [Gap]? Or what the **** is the split personality, but... but it doesn't make sense...

  He tried to digest the information, slowly dropped his head, looking at his reflection in the stagnant water.

  "Holy Night..."

  Lorenzo said to himself.

  If there is any doubt about all of this, it is undoubtedly the night of Holy Prophet.

Human memory is coherent and logical. In Anthony’s questioning, Lorenzo couldn’t remember the specific details of the Night of Promenade. He only remembered that he killed 047 with his own hands. This memory was inserted into himself out of thin air. In his mind, he is constantly hinting at himself.

  In fact, Lorenzo has already begun to shake slightly. Perhaps what Anthony said is true, he is really crazy, and he continues to insist that he is 042 stubbornly, undoubtedly continuing on the crazy road.

   But Lorenzo did not want to give up.

All the evidence proves that 042 does not exist, but Lorenzo does not believe it, he still firmly believes in the existence of 042, as if if he abandons these, himself, the self named 042, Lorenzo Holmes will be true Disappeared.

  Continuing to think hard, Lorenzo tried hard to recall everything about the night of the Holy Promenade. This thought made him feel painful and helpless. He tried to restore everything that night in his mind.

But in the end, that night was still blank, as if someone had cut off everything that night, so Lorenzo forgot, but for the consistency and logic of the memory, the brain self-completed the memory of that night, although there are many holes. , But as long as you don’t think about it, it’s true.

   "Am I really...047?"

  Lorenzo said hesitantly.

  This thought may make sense. I am 047. Because of the pseudo-Holy Grail, my memory fragments, I imagined a 042 identity to rationalize all this.

  But is this the real answer?

  This is a paradox that cannot be proved by himself. Lorenzo is like a drowning man. He struggled hard but couldn't find the only way.

  He suddenly had a terrible idea. Maybe his anger towards demons also originated from here, right?

  The best way to forget one thing is to let another thing take over your life, so Lorenzo is so obsessed with demons, he poured all his enthusiasm and anger on it, until he almost forgot about it.

  He rubbed his head vigorously, trying to break the solid skull, trying to find the missing piece in the bloody, but Lorenzo couldn't do it, he didn't even know where to go next?

  Anthony succeeded. He did it. He couldn't destroy the will of this steel, but he could make it confused and full of cracks.

  But at this moment of loss, the sound of Da Da footsteps suddenly sounded, and he stepped on the stagnant water, and soon the black umbrella covered the sky, dispersing the rain.

   "You look really embarrassed now, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."

  The man looked at Lorenzo with a pity on his face, with a fluffy chinchilla lying on his shoulder.

  Rarely, this hunk man who can kill with a soup spoon has actually become this look, and he doesn’t know what he has gone through.

  But Hercule soon discovered that the eyes of the Luotangji changed.

I don’t know why, Lorenzo looked at his eyes more and more strange. If he was like a frustrated drunk before, now there is a flame slowly rising in his eyes, and even before he can say any comfort, this guy is again Living up, the vitality is amazingly tenacious.

   "It's time to come, Hercules."

  Lorenzo reached out his hand, grabbed his collar, and got up from the muddy ground.

  The invincible Mr. Holmes stood up again, his eyes like torches.

"what happened?"

Hercules was a little dazed. Originally, he received an information. A homeless man found out that Lorenzo had fallen here. Hercules thought he was dead and hurried over, but he didn't expect it would become what he is now. Like this.

   "I am 042, I am Lorenzo Holmes."

  He was embarrassed and said stubborn words like a rebellious child.

   "Herkery, you have a good memory, right?"

"Yes, it is."

  Herculi didn’t know Lorenzo for long, but he could feel that there was something wrong with this guy, like a firework rising in a rainstorm, dying, but burning brilliantly.

  "Then can you remember, something you forgot?" Lorenzo asked.

   "Of course, all of your memories are stored in that magnificent palace. The reason you forget is that you just forget which door it was placed behind."

   Speaking of what he is good at, Hercule explained earnestly that it was his horrible memory that he built a kingdom in the shadows.

  "Teach me then, teach me all!"

Lorenzo seemed very tired. He put a hand on Hercule’s shoulder and asked him to carry half of his body. Poirot obviously didn’t like the dirty Lorenzo. He jumped to Hercule's head.

"what are you up to?"

  Lorenzo felt too strange for him, dying, but full of vitality.

   "I'm a detective, am I not? What can I do besides solving the case?"

  Lorenzo panted heavily, and then laughed. The laughter was a bit miserable, and then he vented loudly as if singing an opera.

   "This is the last case, Hercule."

  The gloomy world was reflected in the gray-blue eyes, they began to twist, collapse, and finally return to nothingness.

  This is the final case. Lorenzo needs to figure out what is going on in the blank of Saint Pro’s Night? He wants to know who he is?

  042 or 047, or neither?

Who cares?

   "This...maybe the last case in Lorenzo Holmes's detective career."

  Lorenzo shouted loudly, seeming to be questioning the weird people hiding in the shadows, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Hercules supported him, and the pattering light rain became heavy, and then the heavy rain poured down, thousands of drops of water fell, slapped on the ground, steel, umbrellas...they shattered into countless appearances and rose. And dragged the entire city into the hazy rain and fog.

  (End of this chapter)