So that's your guess?"

The rain outside the window baptized the old Dunling, as if to wash away all the filth, and the candle flame in the room burned quietly, and the melted wax oil overflowed, and then solidified.

After listening to Lawrence's story, the epidemic doctor was not long or complicated, but it was just a microcosm of the ups and downs of an old man's life.

"Yes, I suspect that Lorenzo Medici he is not dead, he has been in charge of the Evangelical Church for so long, I do not believe that he has not read the Book of Revelation. Lawrence's eyes were gloomy, and he only felt an invisible enemy appear before his eyes.

"Even if I can find such a way to 'immortality' among them, how can Lorenzo Medici not find his own 'immortal'?"

Lawrence thought as he picked up a black-and-white photograph on his desk of a familiar man, Lorenzo Holmes.

"Lawrence ......"

The plague doctor thought of something, and only felt a burst of panic, and he said with some fear.

"You're not the first to discover this power, Gabriel. ”

Lawrence nodded stiffly, his voice a little heavy.

Lorenzo Medici...... That man dominated my life, and I became his slave to control the Demon Hunter Order, until one day he grew old, but even when he was old, he was not willing to die like this, he was purposefully planning something in his old age, and some people said that he was looking for a way to be 'immortal'. ”

"Is that really the case?" the doctor asked.

Lawrence was silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

"He was indeed looking for 'Immortal' when he said he needed a Witcher as a long-term escort, and then took a new Witcher out of the Order. ”

He spoke casually, but was horrified by the sudden recollection of memories.

The memories of the past gradually became clear, and the mystery in Lawrence's mind was instantly pierced, his pupils constricted, and everything made sense.

"yes...... In this way, Lorenzo Medici also found the power Gabriel, and through this power he usurped the life of the witcher, so that he survived. ”

The doctor's heart also sank, he thought that they were already behind the scenes, but in the deeper darkness, there was still a pair of eyes peeping at all this.

"Is that witcher who was taken Lorenzo Holmes?"

This is the reason why Lawrence is so targeted by Lorenzo, after the death match of that train, not only the name "Lorenzo", but also his various weirdness, can not help but make Lawrence suspicious in this direction.

He was the biggest winner of Advent and Lorenzo Medici was the real winner.

"No...... Actually, I don't know who the witcher who was taken away was, but Lorenzo Medici was still secretly powerful at the time, and I needed his help at the time...... After all, after the fall of Lorenzo Medici, the magnates wanted me to die, and a witcher as a cardinal was too terrifying for them. ”

Lawrence recounts the past that only he knows.

"Lorenzo Medici did a good job of secrecy, and until today we can only guess what he did, right?

But the witcher who was taken away was not Lorenzo Holmes, I remember him, he was 047, the witcher who was given the name Medanzo......"

"What the hell is going on?" the doctor was a little puzzled.

"I don't know, and that's what we're going to do now, the whereabouts of the witcher who was taken away are still unknown, but Lorenzo Holmes who appears now is suspected to be Lorenzo Medici...... As I said, Plague Doctor, this power has a big side effect. ”

"Confusion of memory?"

"Yes, we are shuttling between different wills, different lives are mixed with ours, and we need a guiding star to show the way in this suffocating night. ”

Lawrence frowned and continued to analyze the situation.

"Lorenzo Medici has not been baptized by the gods, he has not been given that strange memory, so he needs something else as a 'morning star'. ”

"Name. The epidemic doctor said.

Lawrence nodded in affirmation.

"That's why I doubt Lorenzo Holmes, who made his name a rising star. ”

"But that's just a suspicion. ”

"Indeed, but suspicion alone is alarming enough, Plague Doctor, you haven't met Lorenzo Medici, he's a pure human being, with a pure will. ”

Lawrence was in awe, he had never feared anyone in his life, but Lorenzo Medici was one of them, and every time he faced him, Lawrence felt the pressure of a rock, as if he would die in the next second.

He had thought that Lorenzo Medici was dead, but now that he had returned like a ghost, Lawrence seemed to be back to the slave who could not resist, and could only live with his permission.

"Something else must have happened on the night of Adventing, but I don't know, and I can't know, just as we can't tell whether it's true or not. ”

Lawrence picked up the rest of the photographs, and the black and white frame showed one familiar face after another.

"But the solution is very simple, just kill them all, Lorenzo Medici or not. ”

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Lawrence and the Plague Doctor briefly looked at each other, and the Plague Doctor turned and shouted.

"Come in. ”

The door was pushed open, and a familiar man stood by the door with a suitcase.

It was Ende, who was in charge of the smuggling of the inferior blood, and in Lorenzo's pursuit, it was the one who transported the inferior blood back here.

"Are you ready?" the epidemic doctor asked, such a large amount of inferior secret blood could cause another disaster.

"Yes. Ender nodded, holding up the suitcase in his hand, "It's ready to be dropped." ”

"Do you want to start now?" asked Lawrence, turning his head.

"No...... We don't have to take matters into our own hands, we just need to adapt to the situation and let the Protestant Order and Lorenzo fight each other. Lawrence said.

"Can you make sure of that?"

"Of course, I'm a good enough watcher to see my every move. Lawrence was so confident that he had become more and more proficient in this ability as he had traveled [in gaps] over the past few days.

"It's time to put the chess pieces I planted to good use. ”

Lawrence motioned for Ender to leave, glanced at the plague doctor, and then closed his eyes, the candle flickering.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the midst of a ball, dressed in splendid clothes, dancing with a delicate lady.

"Your dance moves are getting better and better. The lady complimented.

"You're also very nice. ”

Duke Salicado kissed the back of her hand softly, and then walked off the dance floor, his gaze glazed over.

Lawrence's attack on Salicado's estate was somewhat successful, and he succeeded in corrupting the Duke of Salicado, and later acted as Salicado.

This is also the reason why Shermans met Salicado, he thought he had found Salicado, but in fact Lawrence found him.

Through this, Lawrence was able to establish contact with the purification mechanism in this extremely strange way, and this infiltration continues to extend.

Sometimes he felt glad that the beacon he had planted at random had now become a channel for him to monitor and manipulate the situation in this way.

Like an invisible poisonous spider, the invisible thread forms an invisible web, and this web has long been shrouded in everyone's body.

Lorenzo could never have imagined that the letter would be sent by Lawrence, and that letters like this were still spreading throughout the Old Dunling, directing forces in the direction he wanted.

Like a ghost, Lawrence stands behind the dark curtain and pushes the restless city into the abyss.

......

It was as if something was coming, right next to it, peeking into the world through its own body.

Higg was also a little difficult to describe this feeling, he didn't care about it at first, but as time went on, it became more and more frequent, and sometimes Higg even felt like there was another self in the depths of his consciousness.

Shaking his head vigorously, trying to shake out all these strange thoughts.

There was a dim light that fell on him through the stained glass, and the light was dim, as if it had lost its color.

Higg looked at the familiar White Chapel, where he had first come by mistake, and had not yet become a place for mutual aid meetings, but an abandoned church in which a simple priest lived.

The priest was so old that Higg couldn't even believe he was living here alone when he came, and it was since that encounter that Higg had felt that strange feeling from time to time, as if there was a ghost on him, looking at what he saw.

Higg remembered that night, he had just been fired from the factory for using hallucinogens, and in his depression he talked a lot with the priest, and Higg had returned to the place after that, but the priest was gone, he seemed to be gone, without a trace, and Higg had asked the people around him, and they didn't know anything about it.

The rain beat against the glass, and the damp steam poured in through the crack in the door, and the sudden cold made Higg shiver, only to be shattered by a violent cheer.

Everyone sat together, told each other about their recent encounters, their joys and sorrows, and then ended the day with cheers.

Higg seemed a little distracted, he thought Joey would come, but Joey didn't arrive today, which made him a little disappointed, but think about it, Joey also has his own job, unlike himself.

The people said goodbye to each other, picked up their umbrellas and left one by one, and the joy came so suddenly, and ended so quickly, that when Higg came to his senses, he was the only one left in the church.

Everything was a mess, and Higg didn't have any urgency anyway, so he put the smashed chairs back up.

"Aren't you in a hurry to leave?" someone asked.

"There's no hurry, it's okay anyway. Higg replied with a smile.

Then the voice rang out from the other end, and the doctor walked over.

"Well, have you been looking good lately and feeling like you're fitting in?" the doctor asked.

Higg's expression was a little hesitant, but remembering his recent life, he still nodded vigorously and said happily.

"yes, it feels good. ”

"Really, Higg, do you think there's something wrong with you?" asked the doctor again.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a doctor, ordinary people don't look for doctors, only patients find doctors, do you think you're a patient?" the doctor said something that Higg didn't understand.

"I ......"

Higg thought about it, in fact, he knew this very well, he felt different before he took hallucinogens, he didn't know if it was an introvert, or something else, but it was different, different from ordinary people.

"Human beings are collective, and the difference of individuals will only be different, so heterogeneity is disease, and disease needs to be cured...... I think so, everyone in the mutual aid association is brought together by hallucinogens, but in fact there are no hallucinogens, and everyone is an outlier in the crowd. ”

The doctor said, standing on the stairs.

"This is the world, and it makes us lose our character and become mediocre until we are like everyone else. ”

"You think that's a feature?"

Higg didn't understand that his flawed personality made his life miserable, but this pain was characteristic in the eyes of the doctor.

"Isn't it? We are born like this, just as we are born with different eye colors, is it because we are different from others that we have to change this innate characteristic?"

The doctor smiled, looking into Higg's confused eyes, and continued.

"You're special. ”

"Me?"

Higg pointed to himself, a little confused.

"Yes, Higg, I want you to have a good chat about yourself. ”

James Moriarty brought a chair and sat across from Higg, still as calm as the rising sun, making it hard to be wary of it.

"Myself?"

"Everyone lives an ordinary life, but people rarely really know themselves, don't they?"

Moriarty said as he stretched out his hand, his fingers tapping lightly on Higg's heart, obviously not strong, but Higg felt a hammer hitting his heart.

He stared blankly into Moriarty's eyes, his somewhat dull face reflected in the lenses of his glasses, and then a blazing white firework engulfed it all.

Suddenly all the sounds roared, and they all sang at a frequency until they converged into the sound of rain.

The invisible rain enveloped Higg, it was everywhere, it continued to fall with a cold chill, and the white chapel disappeared in the surging tide, and when he came back to his senses, Higg found himself standing in an open field, drenched in a cold rainstorm, his eyes moved slowly, and Higg saw in a trance, at the end of the rain curtain......

That town by the sea, that town that I can never go back to.