Hercule raised his shotgun and pointed it at the door of the secret room behind the closet, and there was a whimpering roar from inside, as if some monster was imprisoned, and it slammed into the cage so hard that the whole wardrobe shook with it, as if the monster would be free in the next second.

Swallowing, Hercule was nervous, and the chinchilla, named Poirot, was completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem, and instead ran around the ground, thinking that Hercule was playing some game with him.

Hercule was a vigilant man, and since the shipwreck, he had gained this strange power, and the superhuman intellect realized his danger, so he had been in the background for a long time, and everyone knew about the ethereal Rat King, but no one saw the threaded Hercule.

He was very strong, but not physically, and Hercule was also hesitant to escape through the secret passage now, but he was still a little uneasy about leaving Lorenzo in this state here.

But suddenly the crashing sound was gone, and everything fell silent.

The ghostly song sounded in the silence that no one dared to touch, and from behind the door, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he sang according to the vague melody of his memory, as if he had sung it again after a long time, and he was a little rusty, and whispered the old tune.

Hercule was not in the mood to listen to that, he clutched his shotgun, and then in the old song, there was another violent shaking behind the door, and the door was pushed open, and the heavy wardrobe was slowly moved, revealing the dark cracks beneath it.

As a police officer, Hercule kept his composure in this extreme nervousness, and he stared at the dark crack, ready to pull the trigger if it was a monster, and if it was Lorenzo who came out, then he would kick him hard and ask him what he was crazy about.

But the last man who came out was unexpected, it was a lost fellow, humming a strange song, his upper body was covered with bloody scratches, and his hands were scarlet, he looked at Hercule, and then sat down slowly against the door frame.

The strange scene lasted for a long time, until Lorenzo finally finished humming the deep tune of memory.

"Sorry to scare you. Lorenzo said.

Hercule didn't care about that, and slowly let go of the shotgun in his hand, he could feel the difference in Lorenzo at the moment.

"What happened?"

Hercule didn't browse the memory palace like Lorenzo, and even the most brutal and dark memories were only a little sad in retrospect, far less than crazy.

"I ...... I have a problem with my memory. ”

Lorenzo suddenly realized what was going on, but he didn't say anything deeper to Hercule.

Memories of the past gradually became clearer, and a memory that was completely unfamiliar to me appeared.

According to Lorenzo's recollections, he and 047 became Medanzo witchers together, and they have never been separated, and in his memories just now, he saw the old man, the old man named Lorenzo Medici.

They have the same name...... Wait a minute......

Lorenzo's eyes widened suddenly, bloodshot whites of his eyes, and he slowly trembled, unlike the previous madness, Hercule could smell that the fear that permeated the air came from Lorenzo's fear.

Hercule's heart suddenly froze, what could have frightened Lorenzo? so profound, so depressing.

"Damn! how could I ...... How could it be forgotten?"

Lorenzo held his head in his arms, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the answer to the question in his head, and his face was so hideous that Hercule couldn't help but clench his shotgun again.

"No...... Who am I? Hercule. ”

Lorenzo jerked his head up and asked.

Lorenzo...... Lorenzo Holmes. ”

Hercule replied with a shudder.

"Right...... Lorenzo Holmes, the name, the name is a wish......"

He whispered repeatedly, repeating mechanically, and when Lorenzo raised his head again, suddenly the fear in Hercule's heart vanished.

Hercule couldn't feel the fear anymore, he looked at Lorenzo's sad face, he could only feel the same sadness, he didn't know what was happening, he just heard Lorenzo keep talking.

"How could I forget? I can't remember......

Hercule, it was a wish, but I can't remember what I promised. ”

Lorenzo Medici, the old man who appeared in his memory.

They had the same name, and Lorenzo believed there must be some connection between the two, but when Lorenzo recalled why he had chosen the name "Lorenzo Holmes", he couldn't remember, and he was horrified to find that he couldn't remember it.

Aside from a few reminiscent escort actions, there was no further contact between Lorenzo and the old man.

Lorenzo's long-held wish, the morning star that released the light of the sky in the dim starry sky, only now did Lorenzo suddenly realize that it was also illusory, that wish Lorenzo could not remember, he did not know when he had forgotten it, or rather, it had never existed, everything was just his imagination.

"That's not right...... This is not right. ”

Lorenzo didn't want to give in like that, and he quickly reviewed all the clues he could use.

The memories were reconstructed and collapsed, and then they were restructured, randomly pieced together into deformed shapes.

Lorenzo realized that his life was full of holes, that the past that he had existed for, when he thought about it carefully, was all blank, and that night of Advent, his own wishes were all blank.

Those illogically conflicting memories, as if someone had carefully trimmed Lorenzo with a scalpel, eliminated all the suspicious and unknown parts, so that the newborn Lorenzo lived like a fool in false memories.

But then Lorenzo suddenly laughed again, his voice hoarse, as if he was laughing too hard, and he couldn't help coughing.

Hercule could hardly describe his emotions, he felt that he was now locked up with a psychopath, it was difficult to figure out his mind, and the next second Lorenzo, who was sad, suddenly laughed maniacally again, even if he was not crazy, Hercule felt that he was going to be driven crazy.

"I've found it, Hercule! I've found a clue!"

Lorenzo suddenly pounced, his blood-stained hands clutching Hercule's collar hard, happy and sad at the same time.

"Right...... It must be like this. ”

Lorenzo had thought a lot for a moment, but as if it were a hint in the dark, he suddenly remembered Horner, the guy he had killed in the Gap, Lorenzo had gained some memories of him after killing him, and then he thought of another person...... Medanzo, or 047.

The lonely ghost who lives in his own [gap].

Lorenzo still has a hard time judging whether the 047 in [Gap] is real or another personality of his own split, but he has a strange conjecture at the moment.

He wanted to confirm that conjecture.

"What a clue. ”

Hercule asked.

"Do you say that one person's memory will be another person's memory?"

Lorenzo asked suddenly.

Hercule tensed, and Lorenzo continued to think.

According to Lorenzo's self-conceived past, his implantation of the secret blood was carried out with the rest of the witchers, and at that time the so-called cardinal Medici had already lived in seclusion and had not appeared in the eyes of the world for a long time, so how could he appear in the ritual of implanting the secret blood?

Or is it that the old man secretly carried out a secret blood implant himself, and the memory of the implanter was stitched into his own memory, so who is the implanted person?

042 or 047, or neither.

His memory was misplaced, and Lorenzo could no longer tell if it was his own memory or 047's, but he finally had some direction to investigate.

He laughed weirdly again, Hercule was used to it, and this time he didn't react much.

"Hercule, the memory palace is not completely abstract and disorderly, it is still based on a certain reality of ours, right?"

Hercule didn't know how Lorenzo had brought the topic back to it.

"For example?" he asked.

"It's like that palace is a place we know well, like opening a memory, and I'm going to twist the handle and open the door!"

Lorenzo was a little emotionally out of control.

"These are all common sense based on our reality, right! Obviously it is a spiritual world, but we still have to make the action of 'opening the door' based on our subconscious common sense. ”

Lorenzo remembered the spiral staircase that stretched infinitely upwards and descended into the abyss.

"If you say that...... That's true. ”

Hercule had never paid attention to any of this, but it was clear from this that Lorenzo was not crazy and that this guy still had the ability to think.

"Right...... I found you. ”

Lorenzo muttered to himself and sat back down.

An eerie smile appeared on his blood-stained face, and then he touched his arms again.

His shirt had been torn into a ball of rags by him, and he simply took it off, and then found an iron box in the ball.

It was Lorenzo's cigarette case, the last one was stabbed by Lawrence with a sword in the battle with Lawrence, but thanks to that cigarette case, otherwise it would have been Lorenzo himself who was punctured at that time.

He kissed the surface of the tin box directly, and then opened it, revealing several cigarettes lying inside.

"Do you want one?"

Lorenzo said as he picked up a cigarette and threw another one at Hercule.

"This ...... Ashweed. ”

Hercule was about to ask Lorenzo why he was in the mood to smoke, but then he smelled the peculiar smell, although it was very faint, but it could not escape Hercule's sense.

"You're going to enter the Memory Palace?"

Hercule understood what Lorenzo was going to do and asked worriedly.

"Of course, we have to take advantage of the victory. ”

But there are no enemies here, Lorenzo said...... No, that enemy was himself, that memory hidden deep in the darkness.

"You're not going crazy again, are you. ”

"I can't tell......" Lorenzo lit his cigarette and took a hard breath, his eyes a little foggy.

"Hercule, don't use ashweed in the future. He said.

"This thing...... It's able to communicate with the dark. ”

Hercule was stunned for a moment, then asked.

"Knowledge from the Order?"

"Yes, this thing can cause hallucinations, but unlike hallucinogens, its so-called hallucination is more like a distorted reality, a reality that humans can't see, and because humans can't understand those things, when humans see it, they will think it's an illusion. Lorenzo said.

"It's like when you smoke it and see a big monster that spans the world, and you think it's an illusion, but ...... Maybe it's real, but it's just that the Ashweed allows you to communicate with the darkness to get a glimpse of the ......

Yes, Vision, that's how they describe it, the deeper you connect with the darkness, the more you can see something. ”

Lorenzo took another hard sip, swallowing the clouds.

"Perhaps, our encounter was also caused by darkness. ”

Hercule was clearly a little confused, but Lorenzo went on next.

"These things, these things related to darkness, they are all magical, like a huge vortex, and the more you learn about it, the deeper you go, until you are swept into the center of the vortex and drowned. ”

The smoke was halfway burned, and Lorenzo's eyelids were heavy, as if he would fall asleep in the next second, Hercule looked at him and couldn't help asking.

"Is it worth it?"

He didn't understand, Lorenzo was such a strange fellow, Hercule had never seen such a human being, he didn't pray for wealth and power, what he was so crazy after was the destruction of everything, and was it worth it?

But Lorenzo didn't answer him, he closed his eyes, his consciousness fell between slumber and wakefulness, and when he opened his eyes again, the magnificent palace appeared before him again.

"Yes, it's based on my subconscious common sense, like I can only walk on the ground, not fly. ”

He muttered under his breath, and soon came to the spiral staircase again.

Lorenzo stood at the edge of the first stone staircase, leaning forward slightly, and then saw the countless stone staircases stretching into the darkness below.

It was like an abyss, you can't peep into it, and you don't know if there is a bottom, but after a while, Lorenzo suddenly laughed, and his face was cold as if he had discovered some surprise.

If Lorenzo has any memories that he can't look back on, he must hide them in the deepest part of the unknown, the deeper the better, until there is no light to shine in.

Lorenzo was skeptical at first, but now it doesn't matter.

"The stairs are so long......"

He said lightly, looked at the abyss again, and muttered to himself.

"I'm not going to fall to my death...... Will consciousness be thrown to death?"

Lorenzo asked rhetorically, then opened his hands, and without hesitation, let his body tilt unbalanced, and then fell into the abyss.