Chapter 590

   "So then I will find a way to leave here and return to Inervig."

  Lorenzo murmured, firmly grasping the cable, and climbing up little by little.

  The elevator was completely broken during the fall, and the cable was still tough and not broken. Lorenzo could only hold it, climbed up from the darkness little by little, and moved towards the direction of the platform.

  This is a somewhat boring process. Lorenzo can't do anything except mechanically climbing.

  For this reason, during this boring period, he was thinking and planning the next action, with full of worry in his eyes.

A new round of restart is about to begin, and the two out-of-control monsters, Roger and Adren, reappear in the world. Although the two are opposed, no matter who survives, it is a great crisis. Lorenzo wants to Way to kill them all.

  Thinking of this, he felt a headache, and he couldn't help but see the illusory and stagnant temple, one after another kneeling beside the well of sublimation.

  In order to prevent themselves from becoming another threat, the original sublimators erased themselves one after another and became machines that follow orders, but in this long time, the machines will wear out, and they will be annihilated one by one.

  The watchmen have also entered into death. Even if these things do not happen, perhaps in a few centuries, the watchmen will all die, the fence will no longer exist, and the road to sublimation will be opened again.

  Looking at it this way, although the world today is prosperous, it is full of crises, and perhaps it will completely collapse in the next second.

  The epidemic doctor followed Lorenzo, and the two climbed up one after the other, both with a sad mood, but the things they worried about were different.

Lorenzo cares about this world with his friends, and the Epidemic Doctor only cares about his truth. He never denies his own despicableness. Now the Epidemic Doctor has got all this, but his mood is not as expected. Ecstatic as in.

  The epidemic doctor always feels...something is missing.

  But the epidemic doctor did not know what he was lacking at this moment, no matter how hard he thought, it was difficult for him to figure out this matter.

  I don’t know how long it took, the darkness finally faded a lot, and the faint blue light was in front of my eyes.

  Lorenzo stretched out his hand and climbed onto the platform vigorously. He took a long breath and shook the dust on his body.

  This climbing process is not easy. In the endless darkness, there is only one cable that connects Lorenzo to the light. No one knows whether it will break in the next second.

   "It's almost time to leave."

  Lorenzo passed by the iron coffin on the disc, glanced at the dark light in the gap, and then he noticed Frocky who was still drawing.

Thinking of the defeated power below, Lorenzo hurriedly walked over, only to see a large area of ​​ulceration on Froky’s body, and the bones could be seen in some places, but this guy seemed to feel no pain. , Lowered his head, holding his drawings.

   "Frocky..."

  Lorenzo stretched out his hand to touch him, but this was when Froki turned his head, and saw that his dry face was also covered with scarlet wounds, and the flesh and blood underneath squirmed like a maggot.

   "He seems to be dying. The only difference is that he will be tortured to death by this power first, or he will become a monster first."

  The Epidemic Doctor said pessimistically, Froggy was the only mortal among the few, and he was burdened with curses one after another.

It’s not very appropriate to describe him as an unlucky ghost. The malice of the world has been poured on him, and this ignorant guy is not afraid, but shows a hideous smile, tightly Holding his drawings.

  Like a very greedy villain, death came, still holding on to his gold coins.

Lorenzo looked a bit complicated, but in the end he chose to bring Frocky. Lorenzo didn’t know the relationship between himself and Frocky. All of this was brought together when Frocky was swallowed by antimemetic. They were cut off together.

   Thinking of the somewhat ridiculous and stubborn conversation, Lorenzo couldn't bear to give up Frocky.

   "Froggy Wilgardson."

  Lorenzo whispered.

  He can't remember the meaning of the name, nor can he remember the memories behind the name, and he doesn't even know if it is his name.

  K Lorenzo felt that the paranoid guy named after this name would struggle to crawl out even if he was swallowed by antimemetic, remembering these hard, and engraving it into his instinct.

   "Let's go, get out of here first."

  Lorenzo no longer thinks about this anymore, he wants to go through the gap in the gate and leave the shelter.

   "Holmos!"

  Suddenly the Epidemic Doctor stopped Lorenzo, turned around, and saw that the Epidemic Doctor dropped the tattered gas mask on his head, completely exposing his wicked and wriggling face.

  It seems that a group of crimson snakes are entangled together, they are entwined with the white bones, and together they built this man named Charles Darwin.

"what happened?"

  Lorenzo turned around. He felt that something was wrong with the epidemic doctor.

   "Did we... forget something?"

   Scarlet eyes fixed on Lorenzo, the epidemiologist recalled, he found a break in his memory, "I remember...we walked into a room."

  Lorenzo nodded, he took out the black cube and displayed it in front of the epidemic doctor.

   "Yes, it looks like we entered the room, and after knowing what'it' looked like, we chose to leave, so we forgot about it."

His expression was very calm. Lorenzo realized this when he was climbing. He also had doubts, but he thought that he chose to walk out of the room and forget about "it", so Lorenzo did not. What troubles anymore, he believes in his decision.

   "Is this..."

  The Epidemic Doctor muttered, his eyes met Lorenzo briefly, then turned to the silent iron coffin and the darkness further away.

  Now the Epidemic Doctor is standing in the palace of truth, and he is about to leave. The Epidemic Doctor has obtained what he desires, but his heart does not seem to be satisfied.

  What is "it"?

  A thing called an error.

  A thing that I want to erase, but can’t help keeping it.

  As if countless big hands reached into the chest cavity of the epidemic doctor, they pressed the heart and deflated lungs, and charming voices echoed in the ears, calling.

  The epidemic doctor was silent, and it took a long time before he made a sound.

   "By the way... Holmes, after leaving here, after leaving the sea of ​​silence, we will become enemies again, right?"

  The epidemic doctor turned his body sideways, blocking the arm on the other side.

"Um."

  Lorenzo replied affirmatively, and he slowly turned his body sideways, his blocked arm caught the hilt of the sword pocket.

  It's like a dream shattered, leaving only a ridiculous place.

In the beginning, Lorenzo and the Epidemic Doctor were enemies with swords drawn at each other, but they were briefly united due to a greater threat. Now everything is over, and the fragile alliance is also broken, leaving only each thoughtful. Two of them.

The atmosphere became tense for a while, and Watson did not respond. He only hoped that if the fight really started for a while, they would not touch the iron coffin. The Secret Keeper had lived for so long. If he died because of this kind of thing, it would be ridiculous. .

   "Oh, don't you hesitate? I thought that this period of living together and dying together, we are already friends."

  The Epidemic Doctor grinned, not knowing what he was thinking, the flesh and blood squirmed and undulated slowly, as if something was gestating beneath it.

  "The epidemic doctor, if something like ‘friend’ would be so simple, then there would not be so many disputes, would it?"

  A blazing flame was rolled up in his pupils, and Lorenzo made no secret of his malice.

  "If you become a'friend' just because of this short journey, don't those who died because of you seem too unworthy?"

   "So are you going to do something to me after you leave the shelter, or after you leave the sea of ​​silence?" More eyes opened on the twisted face, and six scarlet eyes stared at Lorenzo.

   "Actually, I didn't think about it. I will probably let you go and kill you the next time I meet."

  Lorenzo replied that he did not lie.

  No one knows what will happen next. It is still useful for Lorenzo to keep the Epidemic Doctor, and the Epidemic Doctor does need the help of Chenhui Advance to leave the Sea of ​​Silence.

"Is this a pity from Mr. Holmes?" Lorenzo's answer surprised the epidemic doctor. "I thought you wouldn't let me leave here? After all, surrounded by antimemetics, this place is a good place. Burial place."

   "Then do you want to die here?" Lorenzo drew out the spike sword, the cold metal reflected the twisted figure.

  The epidemic doctor did not speak. He raised his head and looked at the faint dome. The fragile neck was completely exposed in front of Lorenzo, like a prisoner waiting to be beheaded.

  Lorenzo clenched the nail sword tightly.

The distance between him and the epidemic doctor is not too far. At Lorenzo's speed, he can arrive in an instant, swing a nail sword, and cut off the epidemic doctor’s head, but Lorenzo is not sure if this is the epidemic doctor’s head. The strategy, he exposed his weakness in this way, it was really weird.

  "Do you know? Holmes, I have imagined countless times what I will look like after I get the truth."

  The epidemic doctor lowered his head, and Lorenzo missed the opportunity to kill him.

   "I will be ecstatic, I will fall into madness, maybe I will kill a few people to cheer... But there is one thing I never thought about."

  Lorenzo did not respond. The Epidemic Doctor completely turned into a scarlet monster. He could only barely judge its emotions from the tone, but Lorenzo could vaguely feel...sadness.

   "I haven't thought about what happened after I got the truth."

  The epidemic doctor said calmly.

"We are too obsessed with certain facts, and even after completion, we will be extremely empty, as if there is no need to live," the scarlet eyes flickered, "You should have thought about it too. , As long as this **** everything is over, even if you die directly, right?"

  Lorenzo did not affirm, nor deny it.

   "But ah, have you ever thought about what to do after all this **** thing really ends?"

  The epidemic doctor is very confused. He is at the end of the world in a confused way he has never been before.

   "There are many, such as continuing to open my office."

Lorenzo replied that unlike monsters like Epidemic Doctors, Lorenzo still has many connections with the world. He also has offices, friends, things he hasn’t done before, scenery he’s never seen before, what he expected The future is still very bright.

  He is really struggling for a better tomorrow, and it feels terrible to think about it.

   "That sounds really good, at least you can blend into this mortal world, but I can't. I am a monster, a monster who is always hungry. I can't think of any reason for me to walk in this world."

  The Epidemic Doctor stepped back, and finally sat on the extinguished iron coffin. Next to him was the sleeping place of the Secret Guardian. His palms ran across the surface, feeling the slight coldness of the metal.

   "As for whom to fight for? I'm a scholar, and scholars don't need to go to the battlefield, and what do these messy disputes do with me?"

  The epidemic doctor said to himself.

  The crisis of the unspeakable is meaningless to him. As for reaching the end of sublimation, becoming a part of the unspeakable? The epidemic doctor had already rejected this idea, so that he would no longer be himself, and his long persistence would be meaningless.

  Then, apart from death, the epidemic doctor really seems to have nothing to do.

   "What do you want to say? Epidemic doctor, pray for my mercy, so that you have a reason to live? Or do you want to wash your sins with this?"

Lorenzo couldn’t understand the epidemic doctor. To be precise, he did not understand the chasers of these truths. Whether it was Merlin, Shermans, or even the epidemic doctor in front of him, Lorenzo always found it difficult to understand them. Thoughts.

  Accurately speaking, Lorenzo is essentially different from what they are chasing.

  Rather than thinking about the idea of ​​the Epidemic Doctor, Lorenzo hopes that the Epidemic Doctor will rush forward and fight him. But killing is Lorenzo's best thing.

  Just swing the sword.

   "What do I want to say?"

  The epidemic doctor seemed to have made a decision, and he shouted to Lorenzo.

   "You go, Holmes, I don't plan to leave."

  Lorenzo was taken aback and froze in place.

   "You are right. This is the temple of truth. For me, this is the best place to bury."

  The epidemic doctor opened his hands, trying to hold all the knowledge here tightly in his hands and stuff it into his head.

  "What will your mood be like after knowing the truth? Holmes, there is actually nothing.

  I think this is nothing more than that, it’s not enough... it’s not enough to satisfy the greedy me.

  After all, truth is just a goal. After a goal is achieved, we can die and accomplish the heroic feat.

  But now I have a new idea. "

  The epidemic doctor muttered, then smiled and said loudly.

   "Holmos, I still want to know what'it' is!"

   "But'it' cannot be recognized outside the room."

  The epidemic doctor thought for a while, and then said optimistically.

   "Then stay in the room forever."

   Before Lorenzo could take any action, the epidemic doctor suddenly raised his hand and opened the iron coffin. There was a surge of white air, and the fragile brain tissue was exposed.

"what are you up to!"

  The secret blood rose, and the heat of the day replaced Lorenzo's eyes.

  His speed is so fast, it is almost like the flying thunder, the nail sword with a cold death will hang high above the head of the epidemic doctor in the next second.

   "Do what I should do."

  The epidemiologist gently lifted the brain tissue from the stagnant water, while at the same time scarlet tentacles spread over the brain tissue one after another, feeding it and sustaining life.

  The sharp sword sounded.

  The scarlet six eyes of Lorenzo stared directly at Lorenzo’s pupils, and the deadly nail sword had fallen on the head of the epidemic doctor. As long as Lorenzo used a little harder, he could split the head of the epidemic doctor.

  The Nail Sword could not continue to cut.

   "There is nothing in the outside world that can make me nostalgic, but here is still full of treasures."

   Flesh and blood entangled, pushing the Secret Keeper’s brain tissue into the Epidemic Doctor’s chest, and the scarlet snakes squirmed, completely enveloping it.

   "The Epidemic Doctor...you."

  Lorenzo was holding the nail sword. During this time, Lorenzo had countless opportunities to kill the Epidemic Doctor, because this guy had no intention of resisting.

  But for some reason, Lorenzo failed to drop the blade.

   "Ah...it feels weird, it's my first attempt."

  The epidemic doctor groaned, and a deformed sarcoma grew out of his shoulder. Distorted facial features appeared on it, and then burst, making a childlike cry.

  He completed the parasitism of the Secret Guardian, or...Symbiosis, the Secret Guardian’s consciousness crashed into his mind and arrived together with his memory.

  This is a very strange feeling. The epidemic doctor can hear the voice of the Secret Guardian, and he is screaming in his mind, not understanding what is going on now.

   "This guy looks quite interesting, and he won't be too boring in the future." The epidemic doctor said.

  Lorenzo held his breath. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. He just stared at the Epidemic Doctor, and the Epidemic Doctor gave him a disgusting smile.

  Finally, Lorenzo sighed, put away the nail sword, and stared at the epidemic doctor in silence for a moment.

   "After a goal is over, a new goal should be set up... Isn't life like this? It is supported by countless goals one after another."

  The Epidemic Doctor slowly backed away with the symbiotic Secret Guardian until the edge of the platform.

   "You should go now, Holmes."

   Glancing at Lorenzo, the scarlet eyes turned to look towards the darkness below, and the Epidemic Doctor whispered softly.

   "And I should go too."

   jumped down and sank into the darkness.

During the fall, the flesh and blood began to swell and burst, bursting out countless scarlet tentacles. They were like a spider web, knotted in the darkness. Even the surging force of defeat could not prevent the growth of flesh and blood. It was blessed by the power of Yanar. Next, this will be almost immortal flesh and blood.

  Huge and distorted sarcoma bulged, filling the darkness below in a blink of an eye, rolling up the room together with dust and dry bones, until one after another deformed meatballs, heartbeats of different frequencies sounded.

  This is a big tree made of flesh and blood. It is deeply rooted in the darkness, and two vague faces appear on the wrinkled and distorted trunk.

  They are sublimated and looked after, continuing their duties as a shelter in a new way.

   "You are really greedy, epidemic doctor."

  Lorenzo glanced at the new-born Secret Keeper one last time, turned and left without looking back.

  (End of this chapter)