"According to the records of previous years, the rainy season in Old Tunling will end in the near future, but it is often near the end of this year, and it is also the time when the rain is the most intense, please pay attention to the safety ...... of Old Tunling."

A man's voice came from the midnight radio, coming from a machine, perhaps the rain and thunder were interfering with the signal, and his voice was somewhat noisy with the sound of electricity.

Lorenzo lay quietly on the bed, the purification mechanism did not restrict him too much freedom, and perhaps they also knew that if they did not cooperate, any restrictions they would be useless, and if they continued to be tough, they would only provoke contradictions between themselves and the other party.

Dressed in a crisp white hospital gown, the deadly weapons were put away, and according to Arthur, tomorrow would be a formal study of the False Holy Grail, an unknowable thing that might be clearly revealed to everyone's eyes for the first time.

But Lorenzo felt faintly uneasy, he couldn't tell, Lorenzo was also curious about the nature of the pseudo-chalice, to some extent, he had reached an agreement with the purification mechanism now, but those guys hadn't shown their next intentions, the Protestant Order was not a good person, he wouldn't do good deeds without asking for anything in return, they must be planning something, and the remnants of Lawrence.

"Watson ......"

The ominous woman, the embodiment of the False Holy Grail, had disappeared from her consciousness along with 047 for a long time.

Lorenzo is a little afraid, but also happy, if the existence of the pseudo-chalice is verified in tomorrow's test, then Lorenzo is still the excellent jailer, and he still holds the dark door until now, but if the pseudo-chalice does not exist, he escaped at a moment that Lorenzo never remembers, although it is very dereliction of duty, but Lorenzo can rely on this condition to counterattack Moriarty to prove himself.

The fireworks of revenge are burning in Lorenzo's heart, he will not easily admit defeat, he must make Moriarty and the Protestant Order pay the price, probably so used to the use of force that many people forget that Lorenzo was also a very cunning guy in the first place.

Every player is ready and the Black Mountain Hospital is the last table.

There was the sound of movement outside the porch, and the occasional sound of machinery and the screams of the sick man.

Lorenzo didn't know the exact classification of the Black Mountain Hospital, but from the way the medical staff looked at him, his containment level should be the highest level, and the other patients on this level were at the same level as Lorenzo, because of their nervous breakdowns, these patients were extremely aggressive, but for the sake of research, the doctors were unable to perform a frontal lobotomy, turning them into fools.

If nothing else, Higg and Joey are also being held here.

Thinking of this, Lorenzo got up from the bed and was about to leave, but there was a knock on the door, and after a few sounds, the man pushed the door open and walked in.

His eyes shimmered behind the lenses, and he smiled harmoniously but eerily.

"You look good, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. ”

In an instant, Lorenzo got up like thunder and slammed into Moriarty's body, choking him by the throat.

"Not a hallucination?"

There was a real warmth in the palm of his hand, and the body of the man in front of him did not exude any erosion, and it was unimaginable that the treacherous Moriarty actually appeared in front of him.

But Lorenzo didn't want to think about it so much and poured out all his anger.

"How dare you ......"

Lorenzo gritted his teeth and whispered, it was Moriarty's trickery that made everything what it is now, and he also involved those innocent people.

"Are you going to strangle me like this? Don't you think it's boring to end this game?"

Moriarty smiled, not resisting at all, and his voice was even a little quiet in the face of an angry Lorenzo.

The figures of the two were frozen for a long time, until Lorenzo slowly let go of his hand, his eyes were cold, and his secret blood was boiling.

"What is your purpose this time? Moriarty. ”

James Moriarty, perhaps the most intractable enemy Lorenzo has ever encountered, unlike Sheikh Lawrence, Lorenzo can't see his purpose clearly, he's like a madman in a mental hospital, a wild dog in the streets, and all his actions are chaotic and unpredictable.

Even now Lorenzo couldn't figure out what he was going to do, and if he was in the service of the Protestant Order, he had a better solution, but for some bullshit game he didn't mind complicating it all, and even said that he would appear in front of Lorenzo's eyes in person.

"Ah...... It hurts, but it's okay, the secret blood is really a powerful force, if I were an ordinary person, I should have broken my neck by you by now. ”

He rubbed his blue neck, then sat down at the table next to him, looking at Lorenzo with an eerie smile.

"But you're in a good state now, and you've been able to contain your anger instead of killing me outright. ”

"I wouldn't mind killing you directly, but I wanted to know what exactly you were going to do. Lorenzo said calmly.

Moriarty is a deceitful fellow, he has wove a near-perfect conspiracy to control everything about Lorenzo, and now this guy is unsuspecting before his eyes, which cannot but warn Lorenzo, perhaps in the shadows, something is slowly fermenting.

"Ah, it's a good game...... But I like to be fairer, but unfortunately the Protestant Order doesn't want me to do that. He said with a sad face.

"Fair game?"

Lorenzo watched cautiously, he was confident that he would kill Moriarty with one blow, but he didn't know what would happen after that, and Moriarty must have something to do with it.

Both men are cunning gamblers, and neither knows what the other will do until that desperate situation arrives.

"yes, I'm ...... It's called the Iron Snake, I warned you at the time, but unfortunately you failed," Moriarty said, "I've read your profile, and you used to be perfect, but now you're starting to mingle with those guys, and you're becoming a nobody." ”

"The witcher should be ruthless and kill every enemy efficiently, but look at you, Lorenzo, you've become like a street thug...... You still sponsor those orphans, do you really think you're human?"

At the end, Moriarty suddenly laughed, his secret blood did not awaken, and the surroundings were not calm.

"That's what you risked to see me?"

Lorenzo wasn't disturbed by his words, there wasn't much to use in the room, but Lorenzo was confident that he would kill him before he was captured by Power Raphael.

"Not only that, but I'm curious about how you got to where you are. ”

"Do you think I'm supposed to be a monster?"

"Isn't it, that we are one kind of people, but we just happen to have human shells...... But in reality, we are not human. ”

Moriarty's amber eyes seemed to glow in the shimmer of light, and his approachable temperament became terrifying at this moment, with chaos and violence.

"What a pity, Lorenzo · Mr. Holmes, don't you realize all this?" he asked.

"Well, I can't blame you for that, it took me a long time to realize it...... We are different, it's a little hard to understand, but that's it, we're different from everyone else, not just whether we have secret blood in our bodies, but because of our will. ”

He knocked his head hard, obviously there was no erosion, but Lorenzo could feel a strange madness from Moriarty's body, he could clearly perceive the uneasiness and restlessness in his heart, he wanted to kill the strange guy in front of him, but deep inside he was ready to move.

"We're smart, smart enough to see through the vanity and realize that we're monsters, but we have human skin.

And as a monster, we know very well that we are born monsters and can never become human, but because of this human skin, we cannot become real monsters.

It's a really bad feeling to be caught in a gap. ”

Moriarty's voice was soft, but it seemed to have magical power, and everything would be disrupted and turned into chaos in this voice.

"Do you understand? Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, you can't really blend in with the crowd, but you can't find fellow monsters. ”

"So, when I first saw you, I was so happy, I wasn't alone, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. ”

Moriarty walked over excitedly, Amber eyes reflecting Lorenzo's face, as if to embrace him.

"It's really hard to feel lonely, you know your differences, but you can't tell others, and those people can't understand you, because they think you're the same as them, you're the same kind, you're all human.

Your distress seems to them to be just madness, and your talk has turned into a strange babbling...... That's how they usually treat us, putting us in here, where we should be called mentally ill in Old Dunling, and heretics in Fileneau. ”

The faster he spoke, the rarer, Lorenzo felt Moriarty's emotions out of control for the first time, and all this was not a trickery, nor a conspiracy, it seemed to be his true feelings, terrifying true feelings.

"Do you understand? Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, I also know that this is a difficult situation from which I cannot escape, and that I need something else to save myself, such as religion, or power and wealth......

But isn't that the saddest part: I was so 'smart' that I realized the true nature of my monster, and how could these false religions and beliefs, wealth and power deceive me?"

Moriarty grabbed his shoulder, and there was a burning anger in his words, and for a moment Lorenzo actually forgot to resist, but remembered the old man who was dying because of his words.

Sometimes Lorenzo would think of the dying figure, and Shermans's answer echoed in his ears.

"A man always deceives himself by believing something. ”

But Moriarty couldn't deceive himself, and those things echoed around him like a spell until he met him.

"I'm not alone, I'm not the only monster. ”

Moriarty was so excited that he grabbed Lorenzo's face and clasped it so tightly that Lorenzo couldn't help but look him in the eye.

It was a dangerous gesture, Moriarty's chest was completely exposed in front of Lorenzo, Lorenzo had every chance to inflict heavy damage on him, even kill him, and Moriarty's eyes were in line with Lorenzo's, which was a prerequisite for the power of Raphael, once the secret blood rose, Lorenzo would be dragged into a crazy illusion in an instant.

But neither of them acted rashly, they were both extremely dangerous monsters, and no one would make a rash move until they were absolutely sure, and after a long silence, Moriarty suddenly became sad, and he let go of Lorenzo in disappointment and stepped back.

"It's a pity that you're not a pure monster anymore, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, you've become sentimental, more empathetic, more ...... It's ridiculous, you should know, you can't be human, you're just stubbornly chasing something you'll never get. ”

"So you're trying to turn me into a monster? ”

Lorenzo suddenly felt that everything was so ridiculous, but also felt the deep madness, the world was so distorted, everything was distorted into a strange appearance.

"You don't realize your true nature until you're in a desperate situation, don't you? That's what I realized in the hospital where the doctors used a lot of therapy on me, electric shocks, prayers, potions...... It was a wonderful time, and the more I suffered, the clearer I knew what I was. ”

Moriarty replied, his voice filled with nostalgia for the past.

"I'll kill you, Moriarty. ”

Lorenzo's face was hidden in the darkness, and only the cold voice echoed through the room.

"You're not going to do that, Mr. Holmes. Moriarty said with a smile.

"Why?"

"Because we're of the same kind, I know you, and monsters have monster pride, don't they?" he replied.

After the silence, Lorenzo laughed too, and there was a chill in his laughter.

"Yes, I can only kill you here, but I can't defeat you. ”

Lorenzo was going to destroy him completely, to destroy James Moriarty, from top of his most proud game.

"The game should be fair, if it's not equal, it's just a hunt for one side against the other, Mr. Holmes, the Protestant Order is ready, everyone has their eyes on you, this is a warning to you, I hope you can win my game this time. Moriarty was very pleased with Lorenzo's reaction.

"Looks like you don't care about the Protestant Order, do you?" Lorenzo asked, Moriarty was a pure lunatic, exposing the Protestant's actions just to make himself and his game fair.

"yes, I'm an outlier, and the same is true for them, nothing affects our game. ”

Listening to Moriarty's words, Lorenzo felt a deeper level of pressure, he was misled from the beginning, he thought it was a game between the Protestant Order and himself, but no, it was just Moriarty's game with himself, maybe the Protestant Order didn't expect their seemingly reliable witcher, in fact, it was like this.

"047 or 042, or Lorenzo Medici?"

Moriarty suddenly spoke something Lorenzo couldn't understand, with madness and longing in his eyes.

"I'm a monster with no secrets, but you're different, you're a monster even more terrible than me, but you're trying to become a human, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, who are you?"

"What are you talking about?"

Lorenzo's eyes constricted, he knew the mystery of his identity, but he didn't know why Moriarty suddenly said that name, the old man's name.

"It's part of the game, part of the mystery, and I'd like to know what the answer is, but don't be too anxious, we'll find out. ”

He said this, and then pushed open the door and left, Lorenzo tried to chase it, but in an instant the vision in front of him became confused, and after it was completely shattered, he suddenly woke up from his bed, sweat soaked through his clothes, he looked up, Moriarty's figure was long gone, only the door had not yet closed, indicating that someone had just come.

Everything was in Moriarty's control, he was not good at swordsmanship and fighting, the only thing he could control was the blurry illusion, the cunning and cunning, Lorenzo didn't even know when he was staring at him, falling into that illusion.

Torrential rain and thunder mingled, and the howling wind carried the falling leaves against the window, and Lorenzo slowly walked to the window, looking at the darkness of the night.

Heading for Dawn, carrying the last of its armament, swept over the Black Mountain Hospital, a huge iron cabinet fell from it, opening a huge black umbrella flower in mid-air to slow it down.

The personnel who had been in place in advance began to retrieve the iron cabinet after it landed, and unlike the original sin armor that had been placed before, there was no knight driving this armor.

The robin was drenched in torrential rain, and the warm white air surged with his breathing.

"Why are we shipping this thing here. ”

The Night Stalker asked, standing at the side of the robin, the backbone of this defense as the pilot most familiar with the three generations of armor.

"I don't know, I just know that thing is damn good...... Galahad almost killed me in the first place. The robin said with some palpitations, and at the same time couldn't help but touch the hideous scar on his chest.

"Then I apologize to you for my actions, robin. ”

The voice of the long-lost voice sounded at the other end of the rain curtain, and a somewhat cricket figure walked over, and the robin couldn't believe it, the handsome guy had become like this now, but more than that, he was glad.

"Plus...... Galahad, you're alive. ”

Galahad had disappeared since the Black Angel had lost control, and although the Purifier had not announced his death, Robin's knowledge of the Purifier suggested that Galahad was probably locked up somewhere in the Black Mountain Hospital, and that he had become a madman like the patients.

"It's still alive, though it's a lot worse than before. ”

Galahad gave an ugly smile and hugged the robin, parting.

"But why are you here?" asked the Night Stalker, who should be being treated for Galahad's condition.

"Because I'm a knight, it's as simple as that. ”

Galahad said as he walked towards the dark iron cabinet, on which the icy rain poured over the carved curtain of ghosts and gods.

"This is your armor......"

"It used to be, but it wasn't. Galahad touched the cold surface, his voice a little nostalgic.

"This is the goods that Merlin has asked to transport, and now they are unpacked and inspected, and after inspection, they are transported into the underground research area. ”

With his command, the surrounding knights opened the iron chest, and with the lifting of the restraints, the dark angel stood in the midst of the torrential rain, the icy rain sliding down its wings, and the flashing thunder reflected the hideous silhouette.