The Protestant Order, the Purge, Lawrence's Remnants......

Faces flew by in Lorenzo's mind, some wanted to kill him, some wanted to take advantage of him, some were still hesitating, some were dead.

Lorenzo suddenly felt a little tired.

Looking back at the past, Lorenzo found that there were too many mysteries about the events he had experienced, not only about the current Protestant Order, but also about the previous ones.

Watson with 047.

These two creatures that existed in their minds like ghosts are now gone, and with their disappearance comes Lorenzo's self-doubt.

Who is he? What is the nature of the False Grail, what is the purpose of the Protestant Order, and most importantly, the "truth" of the world, which is written in Shermans's notes.

Lorenzo's current situation is very bad, completely involved in the Protestant Order, although the purification agency does not fully trust the other party at the moment, but no one is sure what the mysterious Queen Victoria will do next, and of course, even more terrifying is the Moriarty hiding in the shadows.

He took advantage of Lorenzo's humanity and made Lorenzo bind himself, and Lorenzo didn't know what he would do next, so he could only be vigilant and prepare to attack.

Lorenzo was not the only player at the table, and everyone was constantly laying out, pushing all their chips forward for their own benefit.

It's a damn gamble, and no one can leave with dignity.

Just as he was thinking about what to do, the door was pushed open and Abigail returned.

"You've been experimenting for a bit of a long time. Lorenzo said.

"There's a little accident, don't care. She didn't hide it and replied directly.

Abilguet knew very well that he couldn't hide the witcher in front of him, and the faint erosion of the guinea pig seemed to Lorenzo as obvious to Lorenzo as the smell of blood in the air.

"The secret blood in your body is interesting, when extracted, it is not aggressive in itself, just like normal blood, but when injected into another lifeform, it awakens...... You witchers have the power to put it to sleep and wake up, don't you?"

"Perhaps, it's like instinct. ”

Lorenzo replied, he suddenly felt that this guy in front of him was still somewhat useful, he needed to eliminate the perfect scientific research system of the agency, and understand everything that was covered up from a rational point of view, which was a win-win situation, and it was also a mutual use.

"It's funny, if you abandon the theological chatter, you witchers can do a lot of things beyond the imagination, the flames that ignite, the dense iron armor, and the weird foresight of the future...... You know? If these things are found by those academic researchers, their worldview will probably collapse, and then, like the two founders of the old gods, should believe in theology and try to find some answers in the faith. ”

It sounds a little helpless, I can't find the answer in reason, and I can only find myself in the theology of disgust, and I guess the two founders have also become crazy in their old age. ”

Lorenzo could vaguely feel that helpless madness, the path he had been pursuing could not give him an answer, that kind of hysterical madness.

"Almost, anyway, they ended up dying here due to mental problems, here in the Black Mountain Hospital," Abigail said and pointed to his head, after all, the research area is underground, "You can even find their tombstones from the cemetery of the Black Mountain Hospital, but no one has cleaned them up for a long time, and it may be a little dirty." ”

"But you're an academic researcher, aren't you? don't you fall into hysterical madness like those who came before you?" asked Lorenzo.

"I am different from them, because of the limitations of the times, their research path came to an end in that era, knowledge tempted them to move forward, and when they could not find the answer, they became unscrupulous, such as studying theology, such as conducting forbidden human experiments, and ......"

Abigail's gaze fell on Lorenzo's, as if to imply something.

"Study the demons and usurp the power called the secret blood. ”

Abigail burst out laughing, but to Lorenzo it sounded like nothing more than the roar of a ventilator.

"If there is no road, open the way, no matter what the cost. ”

Lorenzo was stunned, his words were short, but there was a disgusting smell of blood behind it.

"Sounds a lot like alchemists, scholars who have gone mad for the sake of [truth]. ”

"Almost, in fact, everyone is the same, they are all lured by knowledge, in order to know those hidden secrets, they will do whatever it takes. ”

Abigail said as he replaced another canister.

"So what are you going to do next? Blood should be enough, right?"

Abigail had just taken a large bag of blood from himself, and Lorenzo felt that this guy hadn't thought about how much to smoke at all, but felt that he was a witcher anyway, and he couldn't die if he took more samples, after all, he didn't have many experimental samples that he cherished like this.

"Just asking, there are so many questions I want to ask you. ”

"For example. ”

"For example, the False Holy Grail that this group of people have been pursuing, would you like to tell me what it is?"

Abigail brought a chair and sat across from Lorenzo, while the other paramedics moved, pushing carts with machinery to detect the extent of erosion.

In the blink of an eye, a crowd surrounded Lorenzo, and Abigail continued.

"It may hurt a little, at the moment these restraints are just decorations, if it hurts too much, I hope you can restrain yourself and not hurt others. ”

"What is this going to do?"

Lorenzo remained calm, but to be honest, after all the tests of the Perpetual Motion Pump, he was really not at ease with the Black Mountain Hospital, which was also a scientific research institution.

"Detect the extent of your erosion, and then please talk to me about the False Holy Grail while you are being tested, which will help you stay awake during the inspection. ”

"Is that so......"

Lorenzo looked suspiciously at the paramedics who had surrounded him, and they lifted Lorenzo's hair, took out scissors and cut them along the back of his neck, and with slight pain, the electrodes were pierced under the skin.

Abigail had the inspection machine next to her, her hand on the switch, and she decided the start and intensity of the test.

"Here we go. ”

As she spoke, she flipped the switch, a faint tingling pain running down the back of her neck.

"What exactly is the False Holy Grail?"

"I don't know. ”

"You don't know? How is that possible. Abigail asked.

Lorenzo hesitated for a moment, thinking that he might not be able to find out the truth of all this, and he needed to use the Black Mountain Hospital to conduct research.

"I forgot, as they say, that my memory was confused, that my memories of the night of Advent were blank. ”

"Exactly the part about the False Holy Grail, isn't it?"

"Yes. ”

Lorenzo was a liar, good at cunning deception, and he had reservations about Abigail's words, such as the part about the false chalice.

He knew some information about the Pseudo-Grail, but this information was also fragmentary, Lorenzo knew that Watson was alienated from 016, but he couldn't remember what reason it was incarnated, when Lorenzo's sanity was awake, Watson already existed in his consciousness, becoming an existence called the Pseudo-Holy Grail.

It's a terrible feeling, your former friend has become an unknowable monster, and it just so happens to be hidden in the deepest part of your consciousness.

"That's not good......"

Although Abigail's face could not be seen, Lorenzo felt that she was probably a look of chagrin at the moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you think it's a coincidence? You've lived so long, you have a lot of memories in your brain, but the most crucial part has been forgotten. ”

Abigail said as he took a model of a human brain from the shelf on the other side and rubbed it in.

"This is the Black Mountain Hospital, a research institute that focuses on psychiatry, and amnesia is called amnesia to be precise, and there are many reasons for this symptom, such as brain trauma, or taking some strange drugs, of course, the world is colorful, maybe what causes it.

These regulations apply to you, however, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. ”

"What do you mean?"

Lorenzo got serious, the Purifier wanted to know what the False Holy Grail was, and so did Lorenzo, and at the moment the interests between the two were temporarily aligned.

"Don't you realize?" Abigail looked at Lorenzo in amazement, "You're a witcher! even if you are slashed by a sword, pierced by a bullet, or even drunk poison, as long as you keep your secret blood boiling, as long as you have enough time and clear sanity, you can recover."

In other words, even if you have a brain trauma, as long as you don't cut off most of your brain, you can still heal it, right?"

"I don't know, generally speaking, demon hunters are about to become demons at that point, and the power and cost are mutual. Lorenzo explained.

"So theoretically, if someone wants to make you 'amnesia,' why would he do it, and also carefully cut off your brain, maybe a hand shake and you'll die.

Right, it's not necessary, and the poison can be ruled out here, on that hellish night of Coming, I can't think of any reason why you would drink a large dose of poison, and this poison will not heal your wounds, even the secret blood. ”

Abigail suddenly walked over and pressed Lorenzo's head and pressed his fingers up and down his eyelids, peeling them away so hard that his gray-blue eyes were exposed.

"Unless you don't want to think about it, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. ”

Lorenzo forgot the pain from his eyeballs for a moment, and looked at Abigail with bloodshot eyes.

"What did you say?"

"With your secret blood, it is difficult for you to be interfered with by the outside world, and I suspect that your memories are hidden by your psychological defense mechanism. ”

Abigail let go of his hand, then opened Lorenzo's other eye to take a closer look.

"You are probably not familiar with these words, but the psychological defense mechanism is, to put it bluntly, the self's repression of the id, a kind of subconscious...... That is, the self-defense mechanism at the spiritual level. ”

"In that case, Lorenzo's amnesia is most likely the reason for this, after all, that Night of Advent was too hard, wasn't it?"

Abigail suddenly approached Lorenzo and took off the ventilator, the clear voice ringing in his ears with a strange magic.

"You demon hunters are willing to accept the secret blood and turn into beasts in order to maintain the sane world, and all you have is a cold and merciless number, holding a sharp nail sword, and fighting those evil demons all night long.

Without glory, without wealth, no one will remember you.

You are mere weapons, giving up everything for that lofty ideal, but that night you look back and find that the people you swore to protect have become even worse than beasts.

How sad, what do you say?"

Abigail looked at Lorenzo with a smile, thinking that under the heavy protective suit would be an elderly old lady, but in fact, Abigail looked about the same age as Lorenzo, with the approachable temperament of a doctor, but at the moment, in Lorenzo's eyes, she was like a demon.

"The fact that you lost everything that night, your friends, your faith, your past, everything you held on to was so ridiculous in the face of human desires.

yes, it's too painful, isn't it?"

The voice echoed clearly in Lorenzo's ears, pulling out all the cruel past, and one bloody face after another flashed in front of Lorenzo's eyes, and he whispered.

"Shut up ......"

It was a flat voice, but there was a clear anger slowly circulating in Lorenzo's body, and her bloodshot eyes looked at Abigail, and the woman did not have the slightest fear, but smiled at Lorenzo.

She put on a ventilator, and her voice rumbled again.

"It looks like I've succeeded in provoking you, the memory of Advent is indeed a heavy burden for you, and you can't help but surrender your will to the wild even if you're so sane, right?"

The steel restraints on the chair had broken off, and if Abigail had gone too far, Lorenzo might have broken free of the restraints just now.

"There are not many things that can move you to see how terrible the memory of Advent is for you. ”

"Do you think I forgot that memory because it was so painful?"

Lorenzo calmed down, his tone still cold.

Abigail nodded, and she said.

"That's right, although you are a demon hunter with secret blood, you still have a human part in your body, and you have the inferiority of a human being. Remember Joey?"

"What do you mention him for?"

According to known information, Joey was eroded by the false chalice on Lorenzo's body, and at first Lorenzo didn't believe this, but he felt that Arthur didn't need to deceive himself in this way, but when he remembered Moriarty, Lorenzo came to a conclusion.

It was Moriarty who did all this, and as long as Lorenzo refused to enter the Protestant conspiracy, more and more people would be "corrupted" by Lorenzo.

"Before he was 'eroded' by you, Joey's mental state was unstable for a period of time, during which he was frequently injected with hallucinogens and sunk into illusions, why do you think he, as a high-ranking knight of the purification mechanism, would do such a thing?" Abigail asked.

"Because Joey, like you, had a memory that he couldn't look back on, but he didn't forget that memory, and because he didn't, that damn memory tormented him until he started using hallucinogens to escape it all. She didn't wait for Lorenzo to answer, but continued.

"What memory?"

"It's patient privacy, I can't reveal too much, but if you cooperate with the work, I don't mind gossiping with you. ”

Abigail looks serious, but most of his words and attitudes are like playing.

"You also have the inferiority of human beings, and human beings are so fragile that when they are tormented by that pain, they instinctively act beyond their will to survive as much as possible.

The hallucinations of hallucinogens were an escape, a survival, for the sake of that momentary peace, he knew exactly what it was, but he didn't hesitate to inject it, and so did you, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes.

The night of Advent is so cruel to you that even with your iron will, you have to heal yourself in oblivion. ”

Abigail's voice paused abruptly, and her voice seemed to be smiling.

"It may hurt a little. ”

At this moment, she suddenly pulled down the valve, and the power was fully open.

Electricity gushed out of the machine, released along the electrodes that pierced under the skin, and in the midst of intense pain, Lorenzo sat firmly in his chair, his cold face with a faint pain, and at the same time colorful hallucinations appeared in his vision.

But soon those hallucinations were gone, and behind the darkness there was something that seemed familiar.

It was a gate, sealed in the depths of memory.