Ember Gun

  Chapter 634 Dilute

Night fell, but the sky was still filled with light. The iron whales cruised around the Dunling Pagoda like hunting prey. The light shone on it, reflecting the charred wreckage, without the slightest shadow. hide.

  The battle is over, but subsequent events still need to be dealt with, such as these collapsed buildings, residual erosion...

  This time, even if people don’t want to pay attention, the Dunling Pagoda is like a raging fire, and it has become a beacon above the city.

  The elevator reached the end, and as the dark side opened, Watson stepped out of the dark stairs and stepped into the light of the sky.

  Old Dunling not only has outposts on the surface, but also many secret posts guarded by scavengers. These outposts are usually in a state of silence, disguised as abandoned residential buildings, waiting for demolition and reconstruction.

  Thanks to the influence of antimemetic, these buildings did not attract the attention of the citizens. Even if they noticed it slightly, they just lamented the bloated municipal planning. They have been abandoned for so long and have not been rebuilt.

  Cleaning agencies are also not aware of the existence of these secret guards. Their interiors have been transformed into similar strongholds, with vertical elevators that go directly to the Land of Lamentation, which can transport a large number of soldiers to the ground in a short time.

  After the scavengers are now fully hidden, this invisible force is spreading wildly in the old town. It is far more antimemetic than the removal of the agency’s knowledge. Now they are placed in every street.

  "After the detonation of antimemetic weapons, they will only kill and erode, and make the unlucky citizens forget something. They will not destroy buildings or human bodies... This kind of weapon is really interesting, is it a clean weapon?"

  Joy picked up the heavy box and handled it with Robin.

  In the dark whistle, the scavengers marched in silence, and they could see the tall Ubud docked on the first floor. They were transported to the ground by a lift, and then covered with black cloth, ready to go in this shadow.

  I can see that there are still anonymous people who haunt, and what is familiar is that these people are all wearing the same clothes.

   "So these people are...Cai Gong?" Robin asked with some doubts.

   "Well, they call themselves Duke Cai. Compared to their names, this is like a unified name. As for their original names, who knows?" Joey replied.

  "Is it like a scavenger who cleans up organs?" Robin said to himself, "Cai, the Anonymous Nine Summers..."

  I don’t know why, the robin suddenly felt that these scavengers were very similar to Duke Cai, but they couldn’t tell where they were.

   "What are they going to do?" Robin asked again.

I saw that these Cai Gongs took up arms and put on their gray and black raincoats, and then walked out of the secret whistle, and marched together with the pedestrians on the street. The strange thing is that the pedestrians did not seem to realize the existence of Cais. Soon, These people were diluted in the streets and disappeared.

  They are so strong antimemetic protection that they have blocked their own information on a large scale, and the result is that their sense of existence has become extremely thin, and few people can keep their eyes on them.

   "I don't know, you know the regulations. If we don't know, it means we shouldn't know."

  Joy raised his head as he spoke, and looked into the darkness above his head, as if his eyes could penetrate the ceiling to see things at high places.

   "Just believe, believe blindly, until you die."

"Is that so..." The robin stared blankly, and then curiously said, "You said whether someone will be completely isolated by antimemetic, so that he is standing next to us, and it is difficult for us to realize his existence. Woolen cloth?"

  Joy pondered for a while, he said.

"Yes, completely isolated by antimemetics, his information will be completely eradicated, just like a novel, his character is completely deleted from the book, and all the plots related to him have been tampered with to conceal his disappear.

But in the same way, he who has been completely erased has no so-called consciousness at all. In other words, "he" will become a complete "blank". Even if he can do it, he is just a one now. The corpse is nothing. "

  Joy felt a depressive cold. Such death is probably the most feared.

   "To be completely forgotten... Even oneself has forgotten oneself, this is the end of being completely covered by antimeme, but it is not like you said, acting without being perceived by anyone.

   While antimeme protects us, it also affects us. "

   Robin nodded, he sighed and sighed.

   "I don't think I have left the cleaning agency for a long time, but this time I come back, it feels like a dozen years or so, everything has become too fast."

   "You have to adapt. This is a fast-paced era."

  Joy also pointed up the robin, but the relaxed expression did not last long, he continued.

  "Now we are going to'kill' the unspeakable in this way, bombarding it with a huge amount of antimeme, so that it is completely covered.

In this way, all the roads to sublimation will be blocked and forgotten. An invisible wall will be built between human beings and it. More importantly, it will also make it forget itself, it will only become a mass. Disordered and gentle consciousness, it doesn't know who it is, and it has no so-called instincts. It is just an absolute'blank'. It is contained in an antimemetic cage, buried in the shadow of human forgetting. "

  ……

  Galahad pushed open the iron gate and walked onto the rooftop. A cold light rain was facing him, dispelling the ambiguity in his consciousness.

   "Roger appears again, and he surprises the Broken Dome."

   Galahad said.

   "I know, this kind of thing can be seen without you having to say it."

  On the edge of the roof, Watson was standing there, raising his head, as if he was observing the glow behind the clouds.

  It seems that there are gods struggling behind the clouds, and the giant beasts in the world are hovering by their side. Watson wants to paint this scene very much, but it is a pity that she can't paint and can only remember all this with her eyes.

  "He will check and clean up the intelligence of the agency little by little, can we really keep it hidden?" Galahad's voice was full of uncertainty.

  "Who knows?" Watson replied calmly, as if she would not be affected by people and things, "but this is still within control."

  "These sacrifices are necessary, and the exposure of information is also within expectations. The scene must be perfect enough, so perfect that we are a little unacceptable..."

  Galahad interrupted Watson's words, he asked.

  "What if Roger continues to invade? He can completely disrupt our strategy. There is no need to wait so long. He even said that he can completely destroy the cleansing mechanism all the way down from the broken dome to the hinterland."

  This is not alarmist talk, it is a fact that is completely possible. From the fact that he invaded the Broken Dome so easily, Galahad was terrified.

  Death cell and mechanical surrender go in parallel, but what you need to know is that there is no absolutely perfect plan in this world, but there is an absolutely powerful force.

  In the face of absolute power, no matter how cunning conspiracy is, it seems very unbearable.

  Once they fail, as long as they make some mistakes, it is the end of mankind to greet everyone.

   "Someone will help us," Watson said. "He will limit Roger's actions until he finds a chance to kill him completely."

   "Are you talking about Adren? But..."

  "In the first confrontation with Roger, not only he was testing us, but we were also testing them, testing Roger and Adron.

From this action, we can see that Adron has no idea about us for the time being. His primary goal is Roger. It can be said that Adron is on our side temporarily, and you think he would indulge Roger in this way. Kill?

  As an institution against demons, do you think Adren will let us be destroyed by Roger? If Roger continues to go deeper as you said, he will definitely be blocked by Adren. "

   "But what if Adren doesn't come?" Galahad asked.

   Watson was silent for a moment, and laughter broke out under the mask.

  "Then he must be doing something more important...such as finding Roger's ontology."

  Looking at the surrounding buildings, the old Dunling is so huge, the densely-packed buildings extend to the end of the field of vision.

   "Now the two monsters are in this city, and their bodies are hidden in these thousands of miles."

   "You bet your hope on Adren." Galahad said.

   "There is no way, this is not a close war. We need to use our best and... so much luck."

  Wason stretched out his hand, he could feel the slight cold in his palm, and the fine rain flicked across the metal surface.

The hazy light rain fell on the city again, and at the time of winter, it brought more chills. The citizens have become accustomed to the rainy weather of the old Dunling, but few people noticed that such a continuous light rain has continued. For many days, the city has been baptized continuously.

  "This is our home field. Antimeme is constantly infiltrating every part of the city by means of rain, and it continues to spread here for a long time.

  In the dark, you can tell the direction of the light, but when you are in the blazing sun, where should you go to find the trajectory of the light? "

   Watson spoke slowly.

   "Roger has already fallen into the influence of antimemetic, but he was misled by us, and regarded this reality with errors as the real ‘reality’."

   "How about this?" Galahad didn't understand.

  "In order to cover such a vast city, antimeme has been diluted too much, so the impact is small, but when we continue to increase the dose?"

   Watson said calmly.

   "Remember that you cooperated with Lorenzo to hunt Lawrence? This is a similar battle."

"Roger shuttles [intervals] at will, and his impact is so great that he can easily fall into the whole city. Now, we are putting a steady stream of antimemes into this city to make it'common sense'. Start to distort, Roger will be misled by him if he stays here for a long time.

  All forces related to erosion will be suppressed, and more importantly..."

  "Increase the dose and turn the whole city into [Wangchuan]."

  Galahad thought of the ending, and his body couldn't help feeling a chill.

  At that time, the entire old Dunling will become the "carrier" of antimeme, and this is only to suppress and kill Roger and Adren.

  A silent huge wave will sweep every corner of the city, hunting down the remnants of the monsters, until they are wiped out.

  "This...is this also a necessary sacrifice?" Galahad asked.

  "Compared to the people who died in struggle with demons in history, the next deaths are just a small part.

  As for what good and bad people...I never said what good person I am, what savior of the world, I simply want to end all this, as for these titles, let the people who follow me decide. "

   Watson’s tone was relaxed, and as the sublimation deepened, she became more like Roger and Adren.

  Humans need to sleep, eat, etc., and Watson hasn’t tried all of these for a long time. In fact, she has no need to try.

  The so-called humanity was constantly peeling away from her body, and these burdens fell off little by little, making Watson's body lighter, almost flying, and being carried by the random breeze into the dome of heaven.

   "But don't worry too much, Galahad."

  Watson tried to relax him. The more he sublimated, the more he realized that he was emotionally bored. There has been nothing for a long time to make waves in her calm heart.

So sometimes Watson would become more nasty and funny, just like Roger, teasing life and watching their funnyness, but Watson herself, for some time, has forgotten this. Back then, she was also a human being. A member of the.

   "Old Dunling is too big, neither us nor Jiu Xia can do that."

  "It only exists in expectation, doesn't it?" Galahad asked.

"Um."

Watson left the edge. Behind her, on the towering tower, the iron whales were also slowly evacuating. They were like eating their prey clean. As they left, the light hovering in the sky gradually faded. Get up, until the end, go to the gray.

"Really?"

  Galahad looked at Watson walking away and asked.

   Is what she said is true or false?

   Watson turned her head, she did not speak, only a delicate and cold mask.

  Galahad looked at the lines on the mask, his gaze spread to the pitch-black eye sockets, where there was only pure darkness.

  He needs to blindly and paranoidly believe in the existence in front of him, and she is no longer a human being, incarnate into a weird thing that ordinary people cannot understand.

  Whether the next path is right or wrong...

  Galahad felt that he had gone astray, and he didn't know whether he was maintaining his suspicion of the monster or resolutely executing his orders.

  He looked at the street below the rooftop. The Cai Gongs had been “diluted” in the city. Their weak existence was everywhere. They were silent and spread continuously, just like a spreading virus.

  Just waiting to accumulate power and prepare for the moment when the violent poison erupts.

  (End of this chapter)