This is the end of this sudden and powerful meeting.

Lorenzo had been gone for a long time, but none of the people in the room had left, they remained silent, staring at each other with wary eyes.

Their strife is not over, and it is even just beginning.

"You're not going to give up, are you?"

Arthur looked at Anthony on the side, he was so well prepared for Lorenzo, if it weren't for Lorenzo being so uncontrollable, maybe he would have succeeded this time.

A guy with misplaced self-awareness, with a few words of brainwashing advice, may really cooperate with Anthony.

"It's natural, the false chalice is an important asset of the Evangelical Church. ”

Anthony replied unabashedly.

"But this is Old Dunling. ”

"Perhaps...... Maybe for some reason, you'll be on our side, too?"

Anthony uttered such a sentence of unknown meaning that it seemed that everything was still under his control.

"Arthur, do you think that a man's will can be broken?"

Arthur didn't respond, he couldn't understand why Anthony suddenly turned the subject, and then Anthony continued to talk to himself.

"It was a terrible will, and even after so much, in the face of cognitive misalignment, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes still gave us a heavy response at the end. ”

Anthony couldn't help but laugh when he thought back to Lorenzo's hideous expression, he really wanted to see the glory of the old Order, what kind of faith could forge such terrible demon hunters.

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

As long as you are human, you will be tired, you will feel pain, you will hesitate, you will be sad......"

Anthony spoke softly, his eyes looking at the door of the conference room, where Lorenzo's departed figure seemed to be still imprinted in his pupils.

"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes is really strong, he has a will that is far beyond all of us know, a will of steel, and it is incredible that he can find the path of reason even when he is in madness......

But a person's self-deception is destined to not last long, he deceives himself as 042, a non-existent person, a weapon with a human body, so how long can such deception last?

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

Anthony laughed as he spoke.

"Maybe he's crying in a corner somewhere. ”

"So that's what you're for?"

Arthur looked at Anthony emotionlessly, everything today is a conspiracy, an unavoidable situation.

"Probably...... We're telling the truth, aren't we? Lorenzo carries a false chalice and his own identity is a mystery, and you need to know about it, and we in the Evangelical Church need to put pressure on him.

Now there was a crack in the iron will, and although Lorenzo tried his best to maintain his will, he was a human after all, wasn't he? he couldn't live with a weapon forever, and he was on the verge of madness. ”

Anthony got up and walked away, and the witchers who were guarding the door left with him, leaving only the side of the Purifier.

"Their purpose is more than that," said Gawain as a bystander, "they should have more ulterior motives." ”

"It's nature, the Gospel Church...... They are far more complex and scary than we think. ”

Merlin remembered the living Sanctuary of Stillness, and he wondered more than Lorenzo what kind of life form it was.

"It stands to reason that the Evangelical Church should not be more concerned about the lost Book of Revelation than the false chalice, Lorenzo?"

After the silence, Arthur also expressed his confusion, and the purpose of this conversation Anthony was obvious, he pointed all the fingers at Lorenzo.

"Perhaps...... Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Holmes?"

Percival said, she was at odds with the solemn atmosphere.

"As you can see, that Mr. Holmes did not mean to deceive us, he seems to have been distorted by the false grail, is that possible?

Lorenzo Holmes has something to do with the Book of Revelation, or even more complicated, and only the Evangelical Church knows the inside story, after all, he is a witcher who is known as Medanzo, and now he has only forgotten and not realized it?"

Percival fell silent as she spoke, and she suddenly noticed that the rest of the people were all looking at her with a strange gaze.

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

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 was saying.

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

Arthur also looked in the direction of the gate, 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 have serious self-destructive tendencies.

Arthur didn't know what kind of mentality Lorenzo would be in now, whether he would continue that cold-blooded madness, or would he snuggle up in a corner and cry?

But Lorenzo was different from everyone else, everyone had a place to take refuge in a desperate situation, but he didn't.

Arthur can go home and confide in the picture of his deceased wife, or cry to Eve, although the girl may not like her dad very much, Gawain and Percival can also return home, everyone here has a normal social circle in normal human society, and they all have a so-called family, except for Lorenzo.

Maybe Lorenzo had too, but with the fire of Advent all gone, Arthur wasn't sure what he would do.

I just looked out the window with some concern, the sky was gloomy, and a light rain was falling.

......

The light rain peculiar to Old Dunling fell and fell on Lorenzo's head, and he was in a trance, and he sat in the corner of the alley, and the sharp pain in his mind was relieved by the coolness.

Every day, huge amounts of water vapor were emitted, and they piled up over the old Dunling, making the sky forever so gloomy, like an ocean upside down above the city, in which giant whales of steel swam.

The cold rain slapped on his face, and some empty eyes gradually shone brightly.

"I'm ...... Lorenzo Holmes, I'm ...... 042。 ”

Lorenzo looked up at the sky and said with some stubbornness.

Until now, Lorenzo still thinks that he is 042, and as for the fact that he is 047, there must be something wrong somewhere, it must be like this.

Either Anthony falsified the evidence, or he said it was true, but the truth was more than that......

In fact, Lorenzo is also very troubled when he thinks of this, if he is 042, who is the ghost living in his [gap]? Or is it some kind of hellish split personality, can it ...... But that doesn't make sense......

He struggled to digest the information, slowly descending, looking at his own reflection in the stagnant water.

"The Night of Advent ......"

Lorenzo muttered to himself.

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

Human memories are coherent and logical, and in Anthony's questioning, Lorenzo couldn't remember the specifics of Advent at all, he only remembered that he killed 047 with his own hands, and this memory was inserted into his mind out of thin air, constantly hinting at himself.

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

But Lorenzo didn't want to give up.

All the evidence proves that 042 does not exist, but Lorenzo does not believe it, he still believes in the existence of 042, as if if he abandons this, himself, named 042, Lorenzo Holmes will really disappear.

Continuing to think hard, Lorenzo tried to recall everything about the night of Advention, which made him feel painful and helpless, and he tried to reconstruct everything about 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 sake of memory coherence and logic, the brain supplemented the memory of that night by itself, although it was full of loopholes, but as long as you don't think about it seriously, it is real.

"I really am...... 047?"

Lorenzo said with some hesitation.

This idea may make sense, he is 047, because of the pseudo-Holy Grail, his memory fragments, and he imagined the identity of 042 to rationalize all this.

But is that the real answer?

This is a paradox that cannot be self-proven, Lorenzo is like a drowning man, he struggles hard, but he can't find the only way.

He suddenly had a terrible thought, maybe his anger against demons was also from here, right?

The best way to forget one thing is to let another take over your life, and Lorenzo was so attached to demons that he poured all his passion and anger into them until he almost forgot about them.

He rubbed his head vigorously, trying to break open the sturdy skull, trying to find the lost fragment from the blood, but Lorenzo couldn't, he didn't even know where to go next.

Anthony succeeded, he did, he couldn't destroy the iron will, but he could confuse it and fill it with rifts.

But just 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 and dispersed the rain.

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

The man looked at Lorenzo with a look of pity, and he still had a hairy chinchiller lying on his shoulder.

It's rare that this macho man who can kill people with a soup spoon has become like this, and I don't know what he has experienced.

But Hercule soon noticed that the chicken's gaze had changed.

I don't know why, Lorenzo looked at himself more and more strangely, if he was like a frustrated drunk before, now there is a flame slowly rising in his eyes, and without even waiting for himself to say anything comforting, this guy is alive again, and his vitality is amazing.

"It's just in time, Hercule. ”

Lorenzo reached out, grabbed him by the collar, and climbed up from the muddy ground.

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

"What's wrong?"

Hercule was a little dazed, he had received a piece of information, a homeless man found Lorenzo lying here, Hercule thought he was dead, and hurried over, but he didn't expect it to become like this.

"I'm 042 and I'm Lorenzo Holmes. ”

He was embarrassed and spoke stubbornly, like a rebellious child.

"Hercule, you have a good memory, don't you?"

"Yes...... Yes. ”

Although Hercule had not known Lorenzo for long, he could feel that something was wrong with this guy, like fireworks rising in a rainstorm, checkmate but burning brilliantly.

"Can you remember something you forgot?" asked Lorenzo.

"Of course, in essence all your memories are stored in that magnificent palace, and the reason why you forget is only to forget which door it was placed behind. ”

Speaking of his own tricks, Hercule earnestly explained that it was with this terrifying memory that he had built a kingdom in the shadows.

"Then teach me, teach me!"

Lorenzo seemed to be tired, he put one hand on Hercule's shoulder, letting him carry half of his body, probably too dirty, Poirot obviously didn't like the dirty Lorenzo, and jumped on Hercule's head.

"You...... What to do?"

Lorenzo gave him the feeling of being so strange, dying and yet alive.

"I'm a detective, aren't I? What else can I do but solve crimes?"

Lorenzo gasped, then laughed, a little miserable, and then he let out a catharsis as if he were singing some kind of opera.

"This is the last case, Hercule. ”

The gloomy world was reflected in the gray-blue pupils, which began to distort, crumble, and finally return to nothingness.

This was the final case, and Lorenzo needed to figure out what was going on in the void of Advent Night, and he needed to know who he really was.

042 or 047, or neither?

Who cares?

"This ...... Perhaps the last case of Lorenzo Holmes' detective career. ”

Lorenzo shouted loudly, as if to question the freaks hiding in the shadows, and then he laughed uncontrollably.

Hercule held him up, and the drizzle became heavy, followed by a heavy downpour, and thousands of droplets of water fell, lapping on the ground, steel, and umbrellas...... They shattered into countless shapes, rising and dragging the entire city into a hazy rain and fog.