Chapter 677 Ending

  The sun is shining and there is no cloud in the sky.

  The gentle sunlight filled the man’s face through the gaps in the curtains, and the warm light awakened him from his drowsy dreamland.

  He got up slightly confused, a little tingling in his mind.

  It has always been like this recently. He has been doing this since the rare natural disaster in Old Dunling. His memory has become a little decayed. Every time he wakes up, he feels very tired and a headache.

  He felt that there was nothing wrong, and subconsciously attributed these "abnormalities" to the sequelae of his old age and alcoholism.

   "Ah... it was a terrible rainstorm."

  The man sighed, and once again remembered the almost endless rainstorm, but in his heart only the awe and fear of the disaster were left, but the specific details could not be remembered at all.

  However, "Queen's Daily" recently reported on such a thing. They said that after getting rid of bad memories, people instinctively forget these memories to protect themselves.

  It sounds reasonable to men, after all, no one wants to remember these bad things all the time.

   There was a rustle of electricity in the warm room, and the man leaned aside, pressed the radio, and only listened to the sound of an announcement.

   "Good morning listeners!"

   A hearty voice sounded, and the man got up, listening to the radio while wearing his clothes.

"After the official review and report, you must have a preliminary understanding of the disaster in Old Dunling half a month ago. The abnormal weather triggered heavy rains and the rise of the Thames, and due to the old Dunling underground years The piping system in disrepair, etc..."

   "I said that the old Dunling should be overhauled once. The facilities have been in use for many years, and most of them are out of date."

  The man complained.

  The old pipeline system failed to support the disaster. They were paralyzed and exploded, causing multiple steam explosions on the streets, which, like a chain reaction, caused other accidents and disasters.

  Therefore, the streets of Old Dunling were in chaos, and several blocks were severely damaged. The worst part was that these accidents interfered with the Mechanical Yard, which was officially sealed off, but from the information disclosed, the Mechanical Yard was also seriously damaged.

  "The City Hall apologizes for this and will hold relevant personnel accountable. The Platinum Palace said that it will start the renovation of the old Dunling systems in the near future to prevent similar disasters from happening again."

  Hearing this, the anger on the man's face calmed down a bit.

  The disaster was not only bad, but also brilliant. He turned his head and looked at the sleeping woman on the bed, with a smile on his face.

  Buscalo met his wife in that rainstorm. He originally wanted to talk to her to see if there was a chance to come back, but the rainstorm ruined everything... and it seemed that there was no chance.

  He still remembered that he fled in the rainstorm, reunited with his wife with the help of a group of people, and then shrank in the crowded hall waiting for rescue.

  What an interesting adventure...

Thinking about this, Buscalo frowned. The only regret for him was that he could not remember. He remembered that there were other people following him in the rainstorm, but anyway, He just can't remember what those people looked like.

   is like an uncertain dream.

"what are you thinking about?"

  The lazy voice sounded, and the woman woke up. She looked at Buscalo with a smile.

In my memory, the man was a terrible and boring person. In addition to work, he was drunk and slept. But after he was separated, he seemed to have really changed himself and became full of confidence and courage. Even the heavy rain could not stop him from moving forward, so she decided to do it again. Give him a chance.

   "Nothing, just thinking about things that I can't remember."

  Buskalo smiled at him, and the woman got up and flicked his face.

   "Go ahead, this is your first day at work."

   "I know, I know, I haven't practiced medicine for a long time, and I don't know if it's unfamiliar."

  Buskaro laughed haha, sometimes he almost forgot that he was a doctor.

  The woman said goodbye to him, opened the door, and the bright sky came into her eyes. It was so wide that it was so comforting.

  Buscarlo finally followed the woman away from the old iron curtain. He felt that this country life was also pretty good, quiet and long, just like a story in a book.

  He walked up the tree-lined path, his figure gradually blurred and disappeared.

  ……

  "Doctor, how long will I have to leave the hospital?"

  Rod raised his head and said to the nurse beside him. The nurse looked very busy and ignored him at all. He walked away. Seeing this, Rod sighed helplessly and leaned back on the pillow.

  As a member of the decontamination agency, he can be sure that it should have happened, but he can't remember.

  This reminded him of a legend in the decontamination agency. It is said that after certain major incidents, the decontamination agency will cover the memory of the participants to ensure that the nightmare is covered.

  Rod tried hard to recall the rainstorm, but the memory was only hazy.

  Like a cloud of fog that is difficult to detect, countless figures flashed behind the fog, accompanied by the sound of vague words, no matter how hard Rhode tried, it was difficult to see a single trace.

   Could it be that... I am also a participant?

  Rod had this thought in his heart, but soon he shook his head vigorously, putting all these things behind.

  He is just a civilian. If he really needs to cleanse his memory, with the horror of that kind of incident, how can he participate?

   With a long sigh, Rod looked at the ceiling of the hospital as he tried to sort out his memories.

  He remembered that he had participated in a secret event and met a guest from Jiuxia. He remembered that it was in a secret military port. That stranger from Jiuxia was... what was it for?

  Rod can’t remember clearly, and then the memory is the arrival of the Nine Summer Mission. As an interpreter, he led them around, and then encountered that rare storm.

  The rain was even more fierce than last year. It even stirred the Thames. They flooded the streets and invaded the ground. The old pipes burst and damaged, causing even greater disaster.

  In Rod’s memory, things happened like this. When he was making Jiuxia’s guests take refuge, he was hit on the head by a gravel, fainted, and woke up in the hospital.

Looking at the other hospital beds, everyone has the same confused eyes as Rod, and they have chatted these days and made confessions, but there is nothing superfluous to discover. The rainstorm seemed to be poured into their minds. Dilute all memories.

"what……"

  Rod sighed again. In fact, he rarely goes to such a horn to search for his own memories, but he always feels faintly that he seems to have forgotten something, something very important.

   Climbed out of the hospital bed and walked out of the corridor. Rod felt that he was now under house arrest in the hospital. After several days of resistance, the nurses finally made some concessions and allowed him to take a daily walk.

  Walking to the small garden, hiding in the shade for a while, he walked a long way, and then saw a pure white ocean.

   Countless white flowers are swaying, they are continuous together, covering the soil.

  Rod walked over curiously and stood by the sea of ​​flowers. Then the wind blew. They pushed away the white flowers, revealing the tombstone underneath. This abrupt corner made Rod’s heart cold.

  Then more flowers spread out, revealing nameless tombstone after another.

  This is the cemetery. Then Rod remembered that this was the unnamed cemetery in the Black Mountain Hospital. The cleaning agency often held funerals here, but the deceased usually did not have their own names.

   Entering here by mistake made Rod feel a panic, and he could see that some tombstones were very new, just like the ones just erected a few days ago.

  Are the dead in the rainstorm?

  Rhode thought so, his heart calmed down slowly, and then another person came.

  The woman was standing on the tombstone. She put down a bunch of pale blue flowers, which looked so clear in the white ocean. Rod looked over and his eyes were slightly stagnant.

"Um?"

  The woman also looked over, probably seeing Rod’s slightly funny expression, and she also had a faint smile on her face.

   "Nine...Nine summer people?"

  Rod glanced at the woman and couldn't help asking.

The woman felt very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he was familiar. After the heavy rain, his memories in the past month were very confused, and he doubted whether the gravel smashed his head. NS.

In the   Jiuxia mission, there is no such foreigner, or does the mission have more than what you have seen?

  The smile on the woman's face grew stronger, and she said slowly.

   "Also as expected."

  Rhodes felt that women’s words had another meaning, he asked.

"you know me?"

  The woman just kept smiling, without affirmation or denial.

Rod, the hapless ghost, did not have the slightest resistance to antimeme. He had forgotten more than expected. Under the interference of Watson, he seemed to have lived through a completely different experience than what Siao Liangxi had expected. moon.

Sian Liangxi looked at the quiet cemetery. Like Luo, she had forgotten something, but the difference is that Sian Liangxi did not forget as much as Luo. She still remembers Luo, but only Can't remember the day when the rainstorm came.

As an anonymous name, she knew exactly why, her memory was erased, and Liang Liangxi did not panic. As an anonymous name, she had experienced a lot of things like this. This time she was able to realize that she had forgotten. Not aware of such a situation.

  The atmosphere fell into silence, and no one wanted to break it, just like mourning the forgotten souls.

  After a long time, Rod suppressed his curiosity about this mysterious stranger, but immediately after he saw the blue flower she put down, the flower seemed to be magical, and just looking at it would feel a moment of peace.

   "What flower is this?" Rod asked.

"Do not forget me."

"Oh……"

  Rod looked very cautious and was silent for a while. He finally mustered up the courage to pursue the mysterious sense of unknown in his mind, but just as he spoke, he heard the woman say.

  "Sao Liangxi, my name is Shao Liangxi, Luode."

"Oh……"

As soon as the volcano was about to erupt, it was blocked and returned. Although the goal was achieved, Rod still felt a little strange. In confusion, Rod suddenly remembered Sou Liangxi and said his name.

   "You still know me!"

  Rod yelled, and his response was a burst of laughter, he was like a mouse being teased.

After smiling, Liang Liangxi rubbed her eyes vigorously, and then took a long breath. She did forget something. It might be a terrible nightmare, but there was another voice in her heart. She guessed someone would remember... I just don't know.

   "No one will be completely forgotten..."

  She muttered.

  ……

  121A Cork Street, Winchester Office.

  Probably a blessing in misfortune. In the storm, the office was not damaged in any way, and it still stood upright. It was just that the rain was too heavy, and stagnant water poured into the house and soaked the floor.

  Lorenzo moved the bench to the roof, basking in the sun, listening to the sound of decoration coming from downstairs.

  His right arm is covered with bandages, which may be directly affected by the depth of [Wang Chuan]. This time Lorenzo's own self-healing power can't do much, so he can only wait for it to heal slowly.

   "It's really a beautiful view."

   Lorenzo sighed, grabbed the wine bottle on the small table next to him, and poured himself into himself in broad daylight.

  There was a little noise on the street, and some people gathered together, shouting something.

   "The truth must not be like this! They must have hidden something!" The leading man shouted to the people, "I saw it! Those monsters! The monsters did all of this!"

  Some of the people below were curious, and some were moved by him, and shouted together in indignation.

  Sure enough, no matter how rigorously it is handled, there will always be a few fish that slip through the net. After all, if you want to completely cover up one thing, in any case, it will leave a mark, unless it has never happened.

  Lorenzo didn't care about this, anyway, he guessed that these people would be patronized by the scavengers at night, and then their memories would connect with the public and continue to protect this dark and dirty secret.

  Such things happen constantly in secret. I heard that these days, the scavengers are going crazy.

"How are you?"

  The voice sounded from behind, Watson walked over, caring about Lorenzo's situation.

   "Fortunately, [Wang Chuan] just affected my body."

  Lorenzo waved his bandaged arm. It was not unusable, but every time he waved it, there was a prickly pain.

  Watson stood beside Lorenzo, just listening to Lorenzo sighing.

   "These two big troubles have finally been solved. As long as we destroy the thing under the Well of Sublimation, we can completely get rid of this dark destiny."

   "Do you think we will succeed?"

   "I think...who knows? But always give it a try, and you have also seen it. Adelen has already verified it for us."

  Lorenzo looked at his arm, the pain in it went beyond the body and directly acted on his consciousness.

  “Antimemetics seem to be superimposable, and a lot of [Wang Chuan] was superimposed on each other until I swung the last sword and [Wang Chuan] reached the threshold and completely crushed Roger."

  Lorenzo recalled another figure.

  "You also remember what the Secret Guardian said, they poured all the [Final Echo] in the final battle, but failed to exile it completely, just put it into a long sleep..."

   "You mean?"

  Lorenzo looked at Watson, as if he could see the soul in the depths through her body.

"Perhaps they almost succeeded. They devoted everything... but not all of them. They still have one [Final Echo] left, and we will make up for the last of these distant years after a lapse of many years. One sword."

  Watson thought, as Lorenzo said, this might be feasible, and if this is the case, they really have a chance to end it all.

  Looking at Lorenzo, Watson was about to say something when he saw a very distorted and weird face.

  Lorenzo was smiling, bathing in the sun, showing an extremely hateful grin that a demon would have.

   "What are you laughing at, Lorenzo?"

  Lorenzo looked at Watson, and stared at her.

  "It's finally over, Watson, all of this..."

   He sighed, as if he was about to spit out his soul, the expression on his face fell into serene peace.

   "It's really a long war..."

  　 The end of the volume will be summarized tomorrow.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)