Chapter 373 The Slave of Fate at the End

  "If you missed the train I was on, then I would have left alone.

  You listen to the long and long whistle, drive me away, leave my hometown. "

  People come and go on the platform, train after train stops and departs, and crowds of people arrive and leave.

  Young people carrying heavy backpacks, they come from small towns that are rarely marked on the map. At this moment, looking at this magnificent and glorious city, they are humming joyfully but sadly.

  The singing echoed, Lorenzo couldn't help but follow, humming a shallow melody, sitting on a bench alone, like a bystander, quietly witnessing all this happening.

   "What are they singing."

  The woman came over and sat in the position of Mrs. Van Lourdes just now.

   "It's just an ordinary song, probably about people who have left their hometowns."

  Lorenzo took another cigarette as he spoke, puffing out mist, the smoke and steam mixed together, shrouded him under the whiteness.

   "Leaving home? It sounds pretty sad."

"I feel it's ok."

"good?"

  The woman was a little surprised, but when she thought that Lorenzo was a weird guy, she wasn't so surprised.

   "Yes, I think it's not bad. At least they still have a warm expectation place in their hearts. When they are sad, think of the distant hometown, and their hearts will be strong, and they will eventually return to their hometown one day."

  Lorenzo's eyes stayed in the nothingness ahead, as if in a daze.

  "I have been thinking about some things this month. Those lost memories flooded like a tide, and I felt that my personality was about to be torn apart.

  At that time, I was thinking, where can I go back? Fei Leng Cui? Everyone I knew died there, and the new pope looked like he wanted to hack me, so what about the old Dunling? Still not working, I am the only one left at 121A Cork Street...

  I was thinking...

  I can't reach the ideal distance, nor can I return to the homeland in my memory.

  Where am I? Watson. "

  Watson shook his head. She couldn't answer Lorenzo's questions. Human beings are such strange creatures. They always feel sad because of some strange things, but such things are the knot of their lives and are difficult to crack.

  The silence lasted for a while, and Lorenzo looked at the end of the railroad track just like his thoughts had just reacted.

   "I met a doctor a few days ago, her name is Abigail, she said that human will is very fragile, so when encountering something bad, she will actively forget some bad things to protect herself."

   "This month is really bad. I think my thoughts are like rusty gears, all froze together. If I can, I really want to forget all of this."

   Live like a wild dog, don’t care so much, don’t even think, just follow instinct.

   "Really? But for you, your will is not weak enough to be defeated so easily. The part about your amnesia is due to the side effect of the power Gabriel." Watson explained.

"side effect?"

  "Well, in the final analysis, the [interval] invasion is to destroy the will of others, so that your will can dominate this new body, but obviously, the scene of the night of the Holy Promenade is still too complicated.

  You are not familiar with Power Gabriel, and you have experienced so much at that time, not to mention that you still can't kill 047. You didn't completely destroy his will, he survived like a ghost, and the two wills were confused together. This is also the reason why you think of his memory as your own, and lose it. "

   "Is that so?"

  Lorenzo's expression is still calm, so it seems that at that time, his own cognitive mystery has also been explained. His memory and 047's memory are confused together, which is why those things were triggered.

   "I remember that we had missions and lived together. Is that fake?"

  "Do you mean the actions after becoming a demon hunter? Yes, you identified yourself as 047, but in fact you were not there at the time."

   "It's terrible, I always miss that experience."

  Lorenzo rubbed his head, and now he doesn't have much reaction to these truths.

  "Why didn't you tell me this after the night of Prophet? Regarding Mighty Gabriel, about the night of Prophet, about who I am, why should you deceive me?"

   "Because I don't think you can accept all this, and have gone through so many, hellish battlefields, countless life and death partings, you...you also killed your own friends, occupying his body to live..."

  Watson said cruel words.

   "I have to find a way to keep you alive. For a person with a deadly heart, something that makes him have to persist will be his best support."

   "Vengeance?"

   "Vengeance, anger, swinging swords at the monsters who have taken all of this, and swinging the swords continuously until they die."

  This was the best way Watson could think of at the time. Although cruel, it was indeed effective.

   "So you play as a monster yourself, a monster that I have to keep imprisoned, a monster that keeps me alive."

Lorenzo felt that his mind might need to slow down. He had always believed that Watson, a false Holy Grail, was the source of the Holy Night, but now it seems that she is just part of a conspiracy, Lorenzo It seemed ridiculous to begin to suspect that he had been a jailer for so long.

   "I need a reason for existence, and as your opposing existence, you can vent the anger of the night of Holy Prophet very well, and it can also give you the motivation to continue revenge and survive."

  Wason's tone is cold, like a machine that executes orders.

   "So Watson, are you 016?"

   "016 is dead. 016 was chosen as the recipient of [Sublimation]. When she became me, she was already dead."

   "Then what are you? Watson."

"I……"

  The cold Watson stopped suddenly, and a little confusion flashed in her eyes. She had been faithfully implementing the orders of the "Sword and Sheath Treaty", but at this moment she was also at a loss for herself.

"I don't know, it's probably some kind of monster. All of this comes from Lorenzo Medici's research. He believes that the blood of the Holy Grail is the [key], and Mighty Gabriel opens a certain door [ certificate】."

  "Are you also one of his plans?"

"The war faction will cause terrible consequences, and Lorenzo Medici was unable to stop these at the time. All he could do was to comply with them and find a way to fight back from them. Later, he really found it. In the experiment. At the first moment, they touched the [Border], and then the Silents descended."

  Lorenzo frowned slightly, everything that had been deliberately concealed gradually became clear in his mind.

"If I’m right, this is actually part of Lorenzo’s Medici’s plan, right? The Silents will kill the war faction in a concentrated way. He only needs to get the power Gabriel in the dry well. , Occupies my body, and he will be reborn.

  No... even to say that two experiments are carried out in one day at the same time, it is his plan, right? If there are a fixed number of Silents, the Silent Temple will help him attract firepower...

  It's really you, Lorenzo Medici.

  I think he will return to the Temple of Silence like a hero to take control of all this, and the entire evangelical church will fall under his control after this night. "

  I recalled the stubborn old man again in his mind. Lorenzo's emotions were very strange. All of this actually originated from his conspiracy, the old man's fantasies about the golden age.

It was he who planned all this alone, and he was the real man behind the scenes of the Holy Night. He deliberately handed over the captured Silent as the [Holy Grail] to opponents, dividing them into warriors and faith groups. Then use the information gap to drive the Silent to destroy all powerful enemies.

  Everything was done by Lorenzo's Medici. The night of the Holy Prophet, all the sadness, but Lorenzo could not hate the old man at this moment.

  Lorenzo Medici did too many crazy things for all this, but just when he was about to get it all, he gave up.

The last scene in the dry well was deeply imprinted in Lorenzo's mind. As long as he wanted to, all of what he had anticipated would come true, but he gave up all this obsession and let himself live, and he was calm. Accepted the arrival of death.

  This is an unscrupulous lunatic. For the lofty ideal, he doesn't even mind sacrificing himself and paving the path to the sacred.

  For the golden age.

  Lorenzo suddenly felt very tired.

  "More than that, that is a crazy old man. He has thought about what will happen if he fails, and I am his backup plan after failure."

  ""The Scabbard Treaty"?"

"Yes."

Watson revealed everything she knew to Lorenzo at this moment.

"When he did not return to the Temple of Silence to save everything, I knew that he had failed, but I succeeded, I completed [Sublimation] and became like this, but I was just like you at the time, very unstable. Just like a toddler, we don’t even know what kind of power we have."

"That's why these things happened later? Your body was also shattered? That's why 047 is needed as the carrier of will, but he can't bear the erosion you bring... It may also be the influence he suffered during the previous battle. It just died, didn't you?"

Watson nodded stiffly.

   "Yes, but there are some differences."

"for example?"

  "For example, I don’t have a physical entity. At the moment I completed [Sublimation], I broke away from the shackles of the physical body and existed in the form of a spiritual body."

  Lorenzo raised a bit of interest, and he turned his head to look at the strange face.

   "It's not Power Gabriel? I thought you existed in my mind in a way of [interval] invasion."

   "I don't know, but I can feel that I am a higher existence than you, and my [sublimation] degree is deeper than you."

   is not very clear about all this Watson, they are facing an inaccessible darkness, [boundaries] heavily protected by unknown forces.

   "But I think I might be like..."

   "The Silent One?" Lorenzo snapped back, and Watson responded in silence.

"The [truth] of the world is protected behind the [boundary], and the [boundary] is protected by the Silent, and now the end of the Demon Hunter [Sublimation] seems to be the Silent... It's interesting, Watson ."

Lorenzo lit another cigarette. There were already a few more cigarette butts on the ground, and the cigarette case was about to bottom out. He has no addiction to cigarettes, but today I don’t know why, but I really want to smoke. The mixed bellflower calms him. s pain.

"Then "The Scabbard Treaty" is a backup plan? It must be related to the golden age, right? Let me think about it. You are also the successor chosen by Lorenzo Medici. If he fails, you will be a ghost Do you continue to act within the church and pursue that golden age?"

Watson nodded. All this is Lorenzo Medici’s plan. Although he died seven years ago, his influence still affects everyone, just as fate is destined, everything is in accordance with His anticipation happened.

  "In other words, you have been living in lies, plans, conspiracies, revenge and anger, all of which are only for the ideals of Lorenzo Medici."

   Watson said indifferently.

"It's not like what you said, Watson, you have become what you are now, and you must believe in that beautiful golden age to do all this, right? All your actions are for the golden age. But what you just said may make me deviate from your plan." Lorenzo asked rhetorically.

   "You have recovered your memory, no one will deceive you anymore, and it will be sooner or later that you deviate from all this, right?"

"Really?"

  After a long silence, Watson reached out his hand and picked up a cigarette from Lorenzo's cigarette case, vomiting mist.

  "You can get rid of lies, Lorenzo, get rid of these **** responsibilities, and live the life you want to live."

  Lorenzo was slightly stunned, his hollow eyes were a little brighter, and then he laughed.

   "Do you want me to get away from all this cursed? Watson, so 016 you really are not dead, the monster can't say such a thing."

  Lorenzo looked very happy.

   "It's great, there are still people who care about me, even though you are indifferent and innocent."

  But he shook his head, and said tiredly.

  "Let’s talk about something else, Watson, this heavy thing, I have been exposed to too much this month, let me take a moment and take a break."

   "Are you trying to complain?"

   "Well, after all, those who are familiar with my past seem to be the only one left."

  Lorenzo raised his hand, holding half of the burnt dead wood in his hand, and the inscribed handwriting can be seen on it.

  The wreckage of Winchester, this is one of the reasons why he returned to 121A Cork Street. Thinking about it carefully, this is the only thing left for me to remember.

   "Is 047 really dead? I was on the Reichenbach and seemed to see him. I don't know if it was an illusion or something."

   "Are you very clear, don't you? You ask me now, just hoping that I will affirm you and crush your little fantasy." Watson knew Lorenzo's thoughts well.

   "So it's still dead?" Lorenzo asked helplessly, "I still didn't say goodbye."

"The two wills are intertwined. 047 did survive for a while in the form of a ghost, but as you retrieve the lost memory, it also means that your will completely occupy this body, the broken will It will also be completely annihilated."

   "In other words, when I think of everything, he has a real death date, right?"

  Lorenzo’s face is neither sad nor sad. From beginning to end, he didn't have much mood swings, just like a cold sculpture.

  "I always think that death is a very long thing. When the last person who remembers 047 dies, 047 is considered to be a real death. But when you think about it carefully, death is so short, it’s just a moment.

  There was no lofty ambition of vomiting blood, screaming, vowing to fight to death, and no affectionate memorial and confession, he just died like this, and after a moment there was only painful blank..."

   "You need to rest, Lorenzo."

  Watson suddenly felt that Lorenzo was terrible. It was not the evil spirit burning with anger before, but a dead man full of death, full of death.

  Lorenzo shook his head again, and answered with a little smile.

   "I'm resting, Watson, look at what a rare holiday."

  The train arrived with a whistle and left again soon afterwards. The travelers were carrying their luggage and laughing. Some were looking forward to the new life of the old Dunling, and some looking forward to the distance beyond the old Dunling.

  This is a living world, and the two are incompatible with it.

"I have thought a lot and a lot this month. I found that the connection between me and the world is very interesting. I want to vent my anger, and I want to avenge my friends, so the world answers me, just eradicate all the demons. That’s fine, I’ll just do it.

   Kill all the demons I saw.

  But the world told me again that this would not avenge them. No matter how many demons were killed, they would still reappear, and I would destroy their roots.

  But what is the root of the monster? "

  Lorenzo lowered his head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I think I am like a slave, a slave to fate. I can’t tell whether the answer is true or false. I don’t know whether all this will become what I expected after doing this. No one can tell me if all this is correct. I The only thing I can do is to obey all of this. It allows me to eradicate the demons and I go to eradicate the demons, let me destroy the root cause, then go to destroy the root cause.

  I can’t question, no matter how ridiculous and absurd this approach is, I can only believe it foolishly and implement it stubbornly.

  Because this is the only answer, I can only believe it all. "

  Lorenzo slowly raised his head, rubbed his face vigorously, let the stiff muscles relax, and barely showed a kind smile.

  "I should leave, Lorenzo, you have a beacon left by my erosion on you. We will meet again."

  Watson couldn't bear all this anymore, she stopped looking at Lorenzo, closed her eyes, and the whiteness of her eyes disappeared.

The woman opened her eyes again, she didn't know why she was here, and then she found this weird man next to her. Although he smiled kindly at herself, the woman still ran away in a panic. , She also didn't understand, but just like instinct, she didn't want to stay there anymore.

Only Lorenzo was left alone, but he didn’t have much lost emotions. In fact, he was already prepared for all this. He was also a detective anyway. During this month of rest, Lorenzo would basically pass. The integration is almost complete, everything is extremely clear in his eyes, but one person needs to confirm the authenticity of all this.

   "But you are wrong about one thing, Watson."

  Lorenzo said to himself suddenly.

"I am not living in a lie. Although all this is in your plan, I am not controlled by anyone. I do it with my own intentions... This is what I want. "

  Lorenzo's expression changed, and a raging fire ignited in his decadent eyes. It has never been extinguished, and it will only burn more crazily in the future.

  "This is not your wish alone, this... is also my wish."

  For the golden age.

  (End of this chapter)