Lorenzo was a man who rarely remembered the past, and for him, the first half of his life was not good, it was covered in darkness and blood, and only a few reassuring points of light had long since dimmed.

So recalling is useless, and there is no need to recall.

Walking through the corridors of memory, Lorenzo was sometimes happy and sometimes sad, and the dust was scattered in the shimmer and shone like stars.

Sometimes he is too devoted to life, devoting himself to the hunt of demons, immersed in a state of self-forgetfulness, until even these beautiful things that he once had for a short time have been forgotten, but now he thinks about it with a different feeling.

"That's a long time...... Do I have so many memories?"

Lorenzo stopped suddenly, looking at the corridor that stretched out into the end of his sight, and he was also a little puzzled.

Hercule explained that memory is an abstract concept without concrete form, and the same is true of the memory palace derived from it, which is not bound by common sense, like a bizarre illusion.

The corridor began to twist, and Lorenzo was wary, but he stood still, and then the ground began to collapse, but not in an irregular manner, as if it had been cut by the sharpest blades of the sword, and they cracked neatly, turning into one quaint carved rock after another.

A door of memory stood right above each of the massive rocks, and then they began to fall one by one, spiraling and extending until the great staircase descended into the darkest abyss, where it was impossible to peep.

Lorenzo stood on the edge of the rock, looking out into the deep darkness below, without any light, looking overhead, the route he had taken, the door to the outside of the palace was open, and the door was brightly lit.

This is no longer an artificially carved space, but a palace forged by the psychedelic will, like an abyss, in which countless rocks hold up the gates, suspended in the abyss.

After a brief hesitation, Lorenzo chose to continue down, perhaps it was a hint from his subconscious, that all that had been forgotten had been thrown down at random, falling to the bottom of the abyss, and he continued to move forward, as he passed, doors opened one after another, and memories engulfed him like a tidal wave.

"We're about to implant secret blood...... 047。 ”

042 lay on the soft grass, squinting, looking up at the blue sky, the breeze blowing through his body, as if an invisible hand was embracing him.

"What's wrong?"

047 was sitting in the shade of a tree on the side, he was reading, there was never a shortage of books around this guy.

"Aren't you afraid?"

042 asked with some curiosity, the sunlight was dazzling, and he could only squint slightly, unable to open it.

"They say that implanting secret blood will kill people, we will all die, and there is a high probability that we will die. ”

042 sat up and looked at 047 in the shade of the tree, where someone had run past him, a group of children like 042.

Normally they have little freedom to speak of, but with the advancement of the implantation of secret blood, the priests have loosened their grip on them, and some children think that those old-fashioned priests have finally opened their minds, but 042 feels that this is more like mercy before death.

"No one knows who will survive, maybe you will die, I will survive, or the other way around...... It's like a strange gamble, close your eyes and bet on whether you will wake up. ”

042 stood up, walked over to 047's side, and sat down in the shade together.

"Are you afraid of death?" 047 closed the book and looked at 042.

"No one is not afraid...... Aren't you afraid?"

042 looked at 047 with a suspicious expression, but the suspicion quickly dissipated, in fact, judging from 047's personality, he may not be afraid of death.

"How?" 047 tried to comfort the guy, but another said.

"Don't be so pessimistic, maybe you'll survive? And we don't know what it is, maybe it's just the priest scaring us?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and 016 walked from behind the tree, not only her, but another familiar fellow.

"However, if it's a gamble, I'd suggest you don't do anything to ruin your luck lately. ”

011 also walked out after this, he looked at 042 with a wicked smile on his face, and 042 was instantly vigilant, but he couldn't help but ask when he thought of what 011 said.

"Bad luck?"

"Yes, luck is quantitative, use a little less, until you run out. ”

"What kind of fallacy is this?"

"Don't believe it, I'm going to live on it. 011 said.

042 was a little annoyed, "Then you must be dead, you gambled so much before." ”

011 is a gambler in this group of children, of course he is not a serious gambler, he likes to bet dinner with everyone, the rewards of the priests, some of which are of little value, but very precious to this group of children, and the strange thing is that this guy will never lose, every time he bets he wins.

"There is also a difference between gambling and gambling 042, I and you are not called gambling, it can only be said to be unilateral fraud, and there is no luck at all. ”

011 waved his hand, "Who called you stupid." ”

042 immediately wanted to get up and beat this guy, but 011's movements were so vigorous that 042 couldn't catch this slippery guy at all.

Then flames spread across the meadow, and dead bodies piled up into a hill.

"You're still losing...... 011。 ”

Lorenzo couldn't help but say, crossing those memories and continuing to move down, rock after rock, neither fast nor slow.

To be honest, these memories of the past have long been blurred, and if it weren't for this memory palace, Lorenzo might not have been able to recall so clearly, those who have long since died, those things that have long been forgotten.

But suddenly a door caught his attention, unlike the others, it did not open voluntarily due to Lorenzo's arrival, it was closed, and the wooden door seemed to have been burned by the fire, and the surface was charred and cracked.

Lorenzo stopped in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, and pushed hard, as if to push open a rock, until there was a slight gap in it, and behind the crack there was a dead intent, and gray dust overflowed, as if it were the ashes of the dead burned out.

Suddenly he knew what this door was, everyone had painful memories that were subconsciously judged to be bad, and remembering that it would be a burden on them, so they were deliberately forgotten until they were covered with dust.

It was clear that this was a deliberately forgotten past, but the door opened just as Lorenzo realized it.

Lorenzo didn't have time to prepare for anything, and then a stinging pain covered his body, and then countless arms stretched out from behind the door, their color pale and bloodstained, and the murmur of misery echoed in them, dragging Lorenzo into the world behind the door.

In the torn pain, an unknown liquid poured into Lorenzo's mouth and nose, and he coughed and struggled in pain, but the countless arms were like cages that imprisoned him, and the cold penetrated into his body from the wound, and the melodious whale chirp came from his ears.

......

"How...... What's going on?"

Hercule panicked, he looked at Lorenzo in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

At first everything went well, but with the smoke of the nightshade, Lorenzo fell into a deep sleep, conscious between awake and unconscious, to spy on the palace of memory.

Actually, it was quite hypnosis, Lorenzo seemed to have succeeded in entering the memory palace after closing his eyes, the guy showed a gentle smile from time to time, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, these expressions were a little blurry in the darkness, but Hercule still saw it clearly.

He pinched the time, and the time to enter for the first time should not be too long, and just as he was about to wake Lorenzo, a mutation suddenly occurred, and Lorenzo closed his eyes and wailed quietly, as if he was suffering a cruel punishment.

This wasn't what would happen when exploring the Palace of Memory, and Hercule's mind went blank.

Lorenzo fell to the ground, his body curled up in a ball, convulsing in pain, and the cyan veins could be clearly seen, and his hands pounded the ground hard, and the sharp nails left a shallow white mark on it.

"Luo ...... Lorenzo!"

Hercule tried to wake him up, but Lorenzo was like a beast that had lost his mind, and he couldn't hear his shouts at all, and he tore at himself so hard that in the blink of an eye his upper body was bloody, as if something was in his body, and he wanted to expel it like crazy.

"Damn! Damn!"

Hercule cursed a few times, apparently unable to wake Lorenzo, and leaned against the door in fear, thinking about what to do next.

Lorenzo was a terrible guy, as you could tell from the fact that he killed so many people with a spoon, that guy was extremely dangerous, and now Hercule was locked up with a crazy version of Lorenzo.

Judging from Lorenzo's self-harm behavior at the moment, he really has no reason to speak of, and Hercule has no time to describe his thoughts at the moment, so he can only say it out loud.

"I'm sorry!"

Hercule said and escaped from the secret room, he didn't dare to stay there for half a minute, with his small body, Lorenzo could really tear him alive.

He then closed the door of the chamber, probably afraid that Lorenzo would rush out, so he brought in the closet, slammed the door against it, and then took out a shotgun from the other room, and watched it all with palpitations.

Hercule is not an experienced knight who cleans the mechanism, he can't panic, all he does now is psychological comfort, he doesn't think that these things can stop Lorenzo who is out of control, but he still assures Lorenzo of some confidence.

"You're not going to be that crazy......"

Lorenzo whimpered in the chamber, and he opened his eyes, but they were bloodshot and he hadn't yet recovered from the memory.

In his memory, he was lying in a cold place, and a pure white light fell, but he was blurred by the tears in his eyes and turned into a large spot of light.

Pain came from every part of his body, and he tried to struggle, but all he could do was lift his head slightly, and then see his battered body.

Although the picture was blurry, Lorenzo could distinguish that the white steel nails nailed himself to the spot, countless infusion tubes connected to him, the blood was circulated externally, and the entire chest was cut open, and the solid bones were shattered, revealing the beating heart.

It seemed like a funeral, but it was more like an execution, with countless dark shadows surrounding him, reaching out and slicing back and forth on his body, whispering at the same time.

"Intensify the anesthetic, he still can't wake up. ”

"Start transfusing the secret blood ......"

"Prepare the silver bolt, start with your chest. ”

The sonorous roar of iron continued, and the bone-chilling pain that followed was only sluggish numbness in the end.

Lorenzo thought he didn't remember the implantation of the secret blood, but in fact he did, he had woken up briefly during the operation, and those vague memories had been hidden in the deepest part of his memory, deliberately forgotten by him.

But at this dim moment, another familiar voice sounded, and the owner of the voice was so old, like a shriveled corpse.

"Inject it in, too. ”

The old man stepped out of the darkness, and he became one of the shadows under the pure white light.

"Yes...... He might die, and the implantation of the secret blood was already struggling for him. "Someone said.

But the old man ignored him, but was silent, his cloudy eyes reflected the distorted body, and the whole body was completely cut open, like a cruel vivisection, and his internal organs could be clearly seen, as well as the bones that were pale in the light.

"This is the key, the key to sublimation. ”

The old man said this, as if he were chanting an ancient incantation, and completely ignoring the dissuasion of those around him, he plunged a needle into the infusion tube, causing it to pour into his body along with the scarlet liquid.

"No, no, no, he's going to die......! No, you don't have the materials to prepare for the next ceremony!" the man said, "We've lost control of the church...... This is the last Holy Grail blood we can call!"

"But if he can't handle this, we won't have time to wait for the next ceremony, will we?"

The old man asked rhetorically, he had lived so long that death had been haunting him, ready to swing the deadly scythe and take away the lingering soul.

"Hold on to the child, you will be my continuation. ”

The rough palm pressed on the boy's face, it was obviously such a cruel act, but the boy's face did not have the slightest pain, he seemed to be asleep, with an innocent expression on his face.

"Go ahead...... We extract powerful blood from the demon's body, but in order to make it physically able to withstand this, we continue to deteriorate the powerful bloodline...... After all, the secret blood is only the divine defective product. ”

He ...... It's going to die. ”

The man looked at all this with some sadness, the people nearby were ready, some even drew their swords, maybe the boy would never wake up again, and instead of a crazy demon.

But the old man didn't care about this, he lowered his head, and Lorenzo could barely make out his face in his blurred vision.

He chanted softly, the melodious voice of the old man, like a lullaby to soothe the tormented souls.

"Yes...... You?"

Lorenzo recalled the old man's name.

As the secret blood flowed through the body, the dead body miraculously resisted the crazy erosion, and there was no need for stitches, and the terrifying vitality was given to the body, and the flesh and blood wriggled and healed together, wrapping the silver-white bone under the flesh and blood.

"Right...... That's it, kid. ”

Many years ago, in a dark corner, Lorenzo Medici gently stroked the child's cheek and hummed an old, solemn tune.