It was like a strange meeting, in the narrow kitchen, among the pots and pans, two people and a mouse.
Kamu was still mopping the floor, and the water washed over again and again, finally washing away the blood. Just like what was often done in the lower city, he struggled to carry the dead people and threw them into the Thames River not far away.
I don't know where they will land, but they won't be an eyesore here.
From time to time, gunshots were fired, killing those who were still alive and then throwing them into the river. Judging from Kamu's skillful movements, this happened not once or twice.
In the kitchen, Lorenzo looked at the excited Hercule, and after a brief hesitation, he stretched out his hand and shook it.
This is a harmless guy. As he said himself, Hercule had to take a few breaths to run, but at the same time he is so dangerous. With his weird calculations and control, he can deduce the events.
From beginning to end, it does not rely on extraordinary power, but only strong enough memory and deduction ability.
"Then how did the other bad rats do it? What are your organization's connections and the preservation of data?"
"It's very simple. Train rats. Different colors represent different situations and signs. As for information and information, this kind of memory cannot be copied. As long as there is certain training, ordinary people can become like me. Of course.
You may not be able to reach my level."
He pointed to his head again and said seriously.
"Train yourself to build your own archive in your mind, a palace of memory, and put everything you need into it."
"Want to learn? Mr. Holmes, I can see your curiosity. With your wisdom, you will learn quickly."
Lorenzo didn't rush to reply, he just observed this somewhat excited man, and he began to find the incident interesting.
He has experienced too many extraordinary events. He even said that Lorenzo himself is the incarnation of the extraordinary, with secret blood flowing in his body. Therefore, when many things exceed the logic of ordinary people, he will think of monsters, or something more complicated.
Something, but Lorenzo never thought that the final truth would be so simple.
All of this is just the interpretation of one person. He integrated story after story from a huge amount of information, and finally discovered the loopholes between them.
If Lorenzo hadn't seen those outrageous things, no one would believe Hercule's words, and everyone might think that his mental illness had relapsed and send him to a sanatorium.
"You made me re-understand the upper limits of mortals."
"But the upper limit of mortals is always immeasurable, isn't it? Just like this city." Hercule replied.
"Too many people live in this city where steel and miracles coexist. The longer they live, the more awed they become, but they have never thought that every inch and every piece here was built by the mortals of the past."
Lorenzo said nothing, but today's conversation with Hercule had made him think too much.
"So you've done all this, searched for 'us' for so long, and confessed everything now. What do you want?"
Lorenzo asked again.
"Knowledge, thirst for knowledge, curiosity, too much, too much!" said Hercule.
"Under that morbid desire for control, the more I know, the more curious I become about the fog of old Dunling. Just like there is another invisible roommate living in your room, you are first afraid, then...
Endless curiosity.”
He said to Lorenzo.
"Who are you? What do you want to do? For what purpose?"
"But you have never been in contact with us before, and now you suddenly jumped out, why?" Lorenzo did not answer those questions and asked other questions.
With the purge agency's style of conduct and the casualty rate, once they discover someone like Hercule, they will either imprison him in the Perpetual Pump to study his brain slices, or join the work and work on his job.
Fight wits and courage with the demon until you are exhausted.
"Because I have never been sure who you are before?" Hercule said, "I don't know your position or your purpose. Maybe I will be killed by you as soon as I show up?"
"As for showing up now, it's because we have the same interests. In some aspects, we are consistent. If I hadn't found this consensus, I might have been hiding from you, like a rat in the gutter, longing for light but
And afraid."
Without waiting for Lorenzo to ask any more questions, Hercule rummaged for something from the cabinet on the side. After a while, he took out a row of reagents. Looking at those familiar things, Lorenzo didn't know what to say for a moment.
rise.
It seems that Hercule really has some mental problems. Such a dangerous thing is placed in the cupboard so generously.
"You should be familiar with these things, right? Hallucinogens."
Hercule placed a row of hallucinogens in front of Lorenzo's eyes. The styles were different, and the degree of surface wear was also different, but what they had in common was that they all contained strange and restless power.
"I discovered these special hallucinogens about a year ago. They are different from ordinary hallucinogens. They seem to have the blood of demons. People who use these hallucinogens will become crazy and violent."
As Hercule spoke, he carefully observed Lorenzo's expression. No slight change could escape his eyes.
I have to admit that he and Lorenzo are really similar, but the difference is that Hercule does not have as strong a fighting force as Lorenzo. All he can rely on is his brain, so he is more careful and vigilant than Lorenzo.
, more keen, more cautious.
"So many kinds?"
Lorenzo had not thought that there were so many types of hallucinogens, but Hercule denied it.
"It's not the type, they are all hallucinogens made by the same manufacturer. He seems to be using people as experimental subjects. These different packages are just different iterations."
Hercule said, pointing to the labels on these hallucinogens, which had different dates on them, which were the dates when they were discovered.
"It can be seen that the producers' experiment was very successful. They made rapid progress and iterated quickly until this latest version."
Pointing to the end, the brand new glass is filled with gorgeous liquid.
"How did you find this out?"
The more they talked, the more surprises Hercule gave Lorenzo. This mortal body deduced the secret guarded by the purification mechanism.
"Damn rats, at first someone reported that hallucinogens make people crazy... This is very common. I have heard even more outrageous things from the rats. One person used hallucinogens and took off his clothes under the hallucination.
Fleeed into the furnace."
Hercule laughed. Under such a huge amount of information, listening to some nonsense was a source of happiness for Hercule.
"I didn't care. After all, the data I wanted to collect were too huge. I would instinctively ignore some of them until something went wrong with this variable. More and more bad rats reported these things. Later, I pretended to be a homeless man and witnessed it with my own eyes.
After learning this, I started to pay more attention to this weird thing."
"It evolves rapidly. In recent generations, it has been able to turn people into monsters, bloodthirsty monsters. But every time it appears, it will be killed and cleaned up by you, as if nothing has happened.
Same."
Hercule's tone was strange.
Lorenzo asked, "Do you suspect us?"
"That's right, a mysterious force from the government secretly uses people from Xiacheng District to conduct some kind of experiment. This is very consistent with the conspiracy theory. For a while, I had a strong sense of justice, and I even prepared to collect enough evidence to bring people from Xiacheng District with me.
People rose up."
Hercule's voice suddenly stopped, and after a moment of silence he continued.
"But I later discovered that you were not accomplices. You were also pursuing these. Sabo's death was proof. I found out very early that he was related to the circulation of these hallucinogens. And that day, the underground palace was in flames, and the Praetorian Guards
Settled in and surrounded.”
Hearing this, Lorenzo's heart froze. Hercule had been paying attention to this very early. It was terrifyingly early. His mortal body gave him an extremely excessive warning.
"This is how you used me today, right?" Lorenzo asked. Behind all the coincidences was Hercule, who promoted this series of events.
"I found out that they were preparing to ship the last batch of goods. This was my last chance to take action. I took advantage of you. To be precise, it was a win-win situation. After all, you were also investigating the case, right? But more than ten hours ago,
You are not worthy of trust yet, Mr. Holmes."
Hercule continued, "I don't know your abilities. There are still risks if you work alone."
"So you called Su Alan Hall?" Lorenzo asked.
He nodded and continued, "Chief Donas has been eager to be promoted for a long time. He needs to solve a big case, but if I give him information directly, it may arouse his vigilance. At this time, I found a new person.
The case is also very interesting and full of motivation..."
"You borrowed her hand to operate all of this?"
"That's right, I think you and the mounted policemen of Su Yalan Hall can solve these problems perfectly, but it seems that I still underestimated the evil of this hallucinogen."
Lorenzo was silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something.
Hercule was so smart that if it weren't for the fact that there was nothing abnormal about him, Lorenzo would even suspect that he was also influenced by demons. However, the influence was positive. He was not crazy, but became more and more rational.
After a long pause, he asked again.
"How much do you still know? In other words, if you have enough information, how far can you interpret it?"
"Um……"
Hercule picked up Poirot in Lorenzo's arms, thought carefully, then laughed and answered.
"In short, with your mobility and my interpretation, we will be limited omniscient and omnipotent."
Hercule was caught up in the carnival of finding his kind. He was a very strange man. Although he was fighting against the darkness, he had no lofty ideals or a tragic past.
He is just a person driven by primitive desires, excessive curiosity, and a deformed desire for control, a pure human being.
Just like those navigators who are not afraid of death and raise their sails to face the heavy rain. What he desires is not wealth and honor. Hercule is just curious and curious about what is on the other side of the sea.
"Then let's get started quickly, Mr. Holmes."
Hercule said as he happily kicked open the kitchen door, but Lorenzo sat there and shook his head.
"Not yet, Hercule, I still have a lot to do."
"Such as going back to report on the mission?" Hercule knew very well the behemoth behind Lorenzo. The conversation just now was not only to Lorenzo, but also to the organizations behind him.
"That's right..."
"Will you mention me to your boss? How will you judge me? Trust is very precious. I don't want to be arrested and put in a mental hospital just after you leave."
Hercule's tone became tougher.
"If you're afraid of this, you shouldn't be exposed."
"But to satisfy my perverted curiosity, I'm willing to take these risks."
The two looked at each other briefly, then laughed, and Lorenzo said slowly.
"No, I won't tell anyone that I've met you, but again, you impressed me, Hercule, and I do need someone like you."
Hercule's eyes were filled with doubts, and then his rapidly running brain thought of something, and his smile became strange.
"You also have your own little thoughts, right?"
Lorenzo did not deny it, he nodded, "Of course, but if possible, I don't want that day to come. After all, turning against one another is still a bit hard to accept."
"A conflict between individuals and groups?" Hercule said in words that only the two of them could understand.
Lorenzo no longer responded, but pulled out the inserted folding knife and left without looking back.
After Lorenzo left, Camu walked back cautiously. Although he was not present at the time, judging from the tragic situation of these thugs, it was all Lorenzo's doing.
"They sent another letter."
Camu looked at the direction Lorenzo was leaving, and after confirming that no one was there, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Hercule.
"They really don't want to give up."
Hercule looked at the seal on the envelope. The melted fire paint was pressed into a strange symbol. In the triangle, a strange eye stared quietly at the world.
"Just burn them, I'm not interested in them."
Kamu was a little confused when he heard what Hercule said. Although he had only worked under Hercule for a few days, he had a rough idea of what this letter represented.
"Really?"
"Of course, my curiosity and desire for control are too abnormal, and they are a group of monsters with secrets. Do you think that after I join, will I be able to restrain my nature and not explore them, or will they relax and stop exploring them?"
Be wary of me?"
Hercule continued.
"Deduction can not only deduce the secrets, but also seek advantages and avoid disadvantages."
Kamu nodded, and he agreed with this. Although Hercule did not look wealthy on the surface, he knew very well how terrifying the wealth accumulation of the guy in front of him was. Presumably those people only valued Hercule.
a little.
This tavern is indeed Hercule's property, but what was not mentioned in the conversation is that this is just one of Hercule's many properties. Unlike Lorenzo who spent all his talents on killing monsters, Hercule
Kerry took his talents to the extreme.
"They have been established for too long. If they go to death, they are just shareholders. But this time it is different. Investing in this detective... I am a partner!"