Lorenzo slowly opened his eyes, gray-blue eyes that seemed a little hollow at the moment, and he leaned against the closet to the side, smoking an unburned cigarette.

He didn't speak, and it was so quiet that it couldn't be.

Hercule didn't speak, he didn't dare to break the silence now, and looked at Lorenzo, who was lost in his soul, like a dead man at the moment.

It didn't take long for Lorenzo's frozen body to finally move slightly, and he tried to sit up for a few moments, then spit the cigarette butt aside.

The time in the memory palace seems to be a long time, but in fact, less than a few minutes have passed, and the scars of self-harm on the body have begun to heal themselves in this short period of time.

Lorenzo raised his hand in a daze, looking at the bloody palm, his vision was a little confused, as if he was still holding a nail sword and wearing iron armor, and his ears were full of the demon's roar.

Suddenly, all the lost emotions seemed to return to this body, and there was a slight sadness on the cold face.

He began to understand what 047 had said, and whoever Lorenzo Holmes really was, as 047 had said at the time, he was remorseful.

"The sleeping witchers will one day weep bitterly, and they will think that they are cursed to die with us here......"

He whispered.

Lorenzo regretted that he had not died with them, that he had not died on the night of Arrival, and that his anger against the demons was only due to the guilt he felt at that time.

Although the time of the Demon Hunter Order was always accompanied by danger and killing, for Lorenzo's life was not a short life, most of the warmth he felt came from that bad time, but now it was all nothing.

His friends are dead, the Old Order is lost to history, and all stories are brought to an end that night, and Lorenzo is a ghost who has survived the world.

It was not luck, it was a curse, and he was the only mourner, bearing that only sorrow, and never finding a place to go back.

He was sad and angry, his friend died because of the demons, so he wanted to destroy all the demons, and all this was wrong with the greed of human nature, so he wanted to eradicate all attempts at the taboo.

That's why Lorenzo began to chase death, to chase danger, to pour all his anger out on this evil, to yearn for the same glorious death.

"Are you okay?"

Hercule's voice rang out, and he asked in a trembling voice.

It was clear that Hercule had most of the city's secrets, but his gaze on the deep human heart was unattainable.

He didn't understand why Lorenzo had become the way he was, but he could vaguely feel the same emotion.

Lorenzo gave him an ugly smile, he was like that, he looked like he was going to fall, but he always got up in embarrassment.

"Although...... Although it was a bit unpleasant, it did get some useful information. Lorenzo said.

In the midst of the forgotten gates, Lorenzo was given a memory of the outbreak of Advent night.

Every time Lorenzo recalls the night of Advent before thinking about the past, he always vaguely remembers the outline of an event, like a disguise, to deceive himself, but this time the memory is extremely clear, but the problem follows.

In that memory of defending the kingdom of heaven, Lorenzo did not see himself, did not see the so-called 042.

That's right, from the beginning to the end, Lorenzo never noticed the existence of the name 042, and he was observing it all from the perspective of 047 the whole time...... Or his own perspective, he himself is 047, he has experienced it himself.

I don't want to admit it, but it's a fact, that memory belongs to 047, and I somehow got that memory, or rather, the other way around.

As the mystery cleared, more and more secrets were revealed before Lorenzo's eyes, as he had vaguely felt, the world was far more complicated and strange than he thought, and all that humanity was doing now was to maintain that fragile balance.

Seeming to wake up much more, Lorenzo slowly stood up, and he looked out the window, where a hazy curtain of rain still covered the whole of Old Dunling.

Although he had spent a long time in Old Dunling, Lorenzo still had trouble adapting to the rainy season in Old Dunling, which usually rained for weeks on end, dripping like an irritable drumbeat on the mind.

"I need a new set of clothes. Lorenzo said.

Hercule was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Are you leaving?"

"yes, I can't disappear for too long, or they'll think I've escaped...... I'm not going to run away. ”

Lorenzo said as the chinchilla passed by his feet, and his bloodied hand touched it hard.

Poirot apparently did not expect Lorenzo's sudden action, and then the clean fur was wiped by Lorenzo like a rag, and the rat let out a slight cry of anger.

Lorenzo didn't go to see Poirot, who was screaming, it was like a prank on a critter.

After a while, Hercule had everything ready for him, and Lorenzo put on a dark gray suit, carrying a weapon hidden under his overcoat, and wearing a black felt hat, casting a shadow that obscured his face, and could only faintly feel the ghostly gaze under the shadow.

In an instant, he was fully armed again, two completely different people compared to the embarrassed appearance just now.

"So you're not going to die in an alley all of a sudden, are you?"

Looking at Lorenzo as he pushed open the door, Hercule couldn't help but ask.

Lorenzo held up a black umbrella, and he seemed out of place in this world, like a god of death who had come to earth.

"Who knows? Anyway, people die, don't they......? If I do die in an alley, that's not bad. ”

Lorenzo looked a little hesitant, but said anyway.

"Thank you for your help, Hercule, and maybe I'll trouble you again in a while, and I hope your bad rats will be prepared. ”

"Aid is not charity. Hercule said.

In fact, he is somewhat similar to Lorenzo, Lorenzo chases destruction, and Hercule chases those secrets, whatever they are, as long as the unknown is hidden, they can satisfy his sick needs.

"I know...... It's not a good thing to know those damn secrets, and of course no one like you can listen to me, and if you listen to me and give up on the secrets, it's not you, Hercule. ”

Lorenzo said he understood Hercule's thoughts as well as he understood himself.

Counsel is useless for people like them, this thing is like a curse, and even if you give up, it will find you again on a thunderstormy night.

He turned away, raised his hand, and waved it as if to say goodbye to Hercule, and the vague past became clearer, and even the pain and anger were a little stronger, as if an invisible hammer struck the blade of the sword, and the gaps and cracks were healed again.

The rain was falling, and the curtain generally cut off everyone with an umbrella, and the splashes soaked the corners of Lorenzo's clothes.

As the rain came, the steaming city became clear, and the towering tower of Dunling was just behind the heavy buildings, and Lorenzo could see countless black cables straddling the city, entangled in an iron tower like a bird's nest.

In fact, it was mostly telephone lines, covering the city like a spider's web, and these were the legacies of the Dunlin Project, and it was this legacy that made the city emerge from mediocrity and become a place that everyone chased.

The chill crept up the back of Lorenzo's neck and made him sober up a lot.

The mounted police wore raincoats to patrol in the heavy rain, after the war airship landed, the patrol force on the ground was strengthened a lot, along with the maintenance team, although the development of the old Dunling has been close to perfect, but in the face of such a continuous rainy season, the whole city will inevitably have problems.

Now that they have been completely exposed to the Protestant Order, they will never let go of their pseudo-Holy Grail carrier...... In fact, Lorenzo himself did not know what the pseudo-chalice was, and after experiencing this confusion in memory, he was not even sure if Watson really existed.

There were so many secrets and doubts that night, and even after so many years, the aftermath was still disturbing the world.

But what Lorenzo is more curious about than these is what the Protestant Order will do against him next, this is the old Dunling, although the Purifier is also vigilant about himself, but at least he is still in the same camp as them, no matter what reason they will not watch Lorenzo himself being captured by the Protestant Order.

So...... Pounce?

Lorenzo suddenly stopped, stood in the street, and looked around casually, and for a moment the whole rain seemed to be full of murderous intent.

The biggest advantage of the witchers is their excellent individual combat ability, before the awakening of the secret blood, they are all with ordinary people, if those witchers come out to hunt themselves, Lorenzo has little chance of survival.

His strength is based on fighting demons, not demon hunters, and those techniques against demons have lost their effect for a while, not to mention that demon hunters still have those strange and unpredictable powers.

But will they do it?

It is indeed possible to capture yourself, but you are not a soft persimmon yourself.

Lorenzo had lived in Old Dunling for so long that he was far more familiar with the environment than they were, and as long as Lorenzo did not lose his combat ability at the first time, he could escape in this complex city.

Large Geiger counters can be found throughout Old Dunling, and under the Peep system, the Witcher who burns the secret blood is simply a bright light in the night, Lorenzo only needs to do his best to awaken the secret blood, and the rest depends on how long it will take for the snake in the atrium to send the forces of the Purifier into battle.

No...... Nor can the purification mechanism be absolutely trusted, at least for now.

Humans are so stubborn that Lorenzo doesn't put his hopes in anyone.

Suddenly, a black steed swept past him, and his hooves stomped heavily on the water, making a splash that wet Lorenzo's trouser legs.

The carriage stopped beside Lorenzo, and then the door opened, revealing a familiar face in front of Lorenzo's eyes.

"Are you distracted?"

Shrike looked at Lorenzo, who seemed to be loitering, and asked with some confusion.

"Shrike?"

Lorenzo never expected to see this guy in this situation, it was raining so hard, it was no coincidence, he was looking for himself.

"That's right, it's me, you're not hallucinating. ”

Shrike seemed to tease him, and then motioned for him to get into the car.

Lorenzo was a little hesitant at first, but he walked up anyway, there was no need to worry too much, Lorenzo still had confidence in himself.

"You look in good shape. ”

Shrike looked at Lorenzo from bottom to top, he still remembered Lorenzo's dejected appearance when he left the meeting, he thought that this neurotic might be depressed for a while, but he never expected that when they met again, he would change back to his energetic appearance.

"You're not in Downtown, why is it that something is so troublesome that you need to show up?" asked Lorenzo.

In fact, it can be seen that Berau is the most powerful person among these high-ranking knights, and he is also the most trustworthy one, if it weren't for his spiritual resistance not reaching the standard, he might have become a member of the knight commander a long time ago, but thinking of the three generations of armor developed by Merlin, maybe this spiritual resistance is no longer a constraint that restricts him in the near future.

"Sort of...... Part-time?"

Shrike said with some uncertainty, he didn't know how to explain this, anyway, he was also used to the way of employing people in the purification organs, and sent people over where there was a shortage of people.

"Thanks to the damn rainy season in Old Dunling, that part of the city is already flooded with water, the roads are muddy like swamps, and there are all those strange illegal buildings, most of which have collapsed under this heavy rain, and there is a mess there now. ”

It was a delightful sight to think about, and it was certainly a joy for the shrike, who, though he was the administrator of the lower town, hated the place, and every day different strangers caused different troubles.

"Those guys don't have time to cause trouble, like reservoir dogs, looking for shelter from the rain, and they should be quiet until the rain is over. ”

"So you're ordered to come to me? And you seem to have been looking for me for a long time. Lorenzo asked directly.

With a look of "you still know it yourself", Shrike continued.

"Don't you know where you stand? You're now a purifier at the game with the evangelical church...... Chess pieces, well, you may not like this word very much, but it can't be helped, everyone is a chess piece, that Father Anthony is a chess piece, Arthur is also a chess piece, and everyone is controlled by a higher level of chess players. ”

Probably the cold of a rainy day, the shrike couldn't help but tighten his collar. He hates rainy days.

"Of course, you're a precious possession now, but we don't know exactly where you're worth, but it's good to have value. ”

Shrike said with some concern.

"You didn't go back to 121A Cork Street, we thought you had escaped from Old Dunling, or worse, like being rounded up by the witchers, but you look fine now, the bad things haven't happened yet. ”

Shrike was about to babble on and on, but Lorenzo interrupted, as if suddenly remembering something.

He asked, with some skepticism.

"Shrike, do you remember the first time we met?"