The rain outside the window washes the old Dunling, as if it wants to wash away all the filth. The candles in the room burn quietly, and the melted wax oil spreads over and then solidifies.
After the doctor listened to the story told by Lawrence, it was not long or complicated, it was just a microcosm of the ups and downs of an old man's life.
"Yes, I suspect that Lorenzo Medici is not dead. He has been in charge of the Evangelical Church for so long. I don't believe that he has not read "Revelation"." Lawrence's eyes were gloomy, and he only felt that an invisible enemy appeared.
In front of his eyes.
"Even if I can find such a way of 'immortality' in it, how could Lorenzo Medici not find his own 'immortality'?"
Lawrence thought as he picked up a black and white photo on the table, which showed a familiar person, Lorenzo Holmes.
"Lawrence..."
The epidemic doctor thought of something and felt a panic. He said with some fear.
"You are not the first to discover this power, Power Gabriel."
Lawrence nodded stiffly, his voice a little heavy.
"Lorenzo Medici...that man dominated my life, and I became his slave to control the Demon Hunting Order, until one day he got old, but even when he got old, he was not willing to let this happen.
After death, he purposefully planned something in his later years. Some people say that he was looking for a way to become immortal."
"Is this really true?" the doctor asked.
Lawrence was silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh.
"He was indeed looking for 'Immortality'. At that time, he said that he needed a witcher as a long-term guard, and then he took a newly promoted witcher away from the order."
He spoke casually, but felt frightened by the memory that suddenly arose.
The memories of the past gradually became clearer, instantly piercing through the mystery in Lawrence's heart. His pupils tightened, and everything became reasonable.
"Yes...that's it. Lorenzo Medici also found the power Gabriel, and he used this power to usurp the demon hunter's life and survive."
The epidemic doctor's heart also sank. He thought they were behind the scenes, but deeper in the darkness, there was still a pair of eyes watching all this.
"Is the witcher that was taken away Lorenzo Holmes?"
This is the reason why Lawrence targeted Lorenzo so much. After the fatal fight on that train, not only the name "Lorenzo" but also all the weird things about him made Lawrence suspicious in this direction.
He was the biggest winner of the Night of Advent, and Lorenzo Medici was the real winner.
"No...Actually, I don't know who the demon hunter was taken away. At that time, Lorenzo Medici was still secretly powerful, and I needed his help at that time...after all, Lorenzo Medici
After the fall of the Medici, the powerful people all wanted me to die, and a demon hunter as a cardinal was too frightening to them."
Lawrence talks about the past that only he knows.
"Lorenzo Medici kept his secrets secret so well that to this day we can only guess what he did, right?
But the demon hunter who was taken away was not Lorenzo Holmes. I remember him. He was 047, the demon hunter named Metanzo..."
"What on earth is going on?" The epidemic doctor was a little confused.
"I don't know either, and this is what we are going to do now. The whereabouts of the demon hunter who was taken away is still unknown, but the Lorenzo Holmes who appears now is suspected of being Lorenzo Medici...
As I said, the power of the epidemic doctor has great side effects."
"Confusion of memory?"
"Yes, we shuttle between different wills, and different lives are mixed with our lives and become chaotic. In this suffocating dark night, we need a star to point the way."
Lawrence frowned and continued to analyze the situation.
"Lorenzo Medici has not experienced the [baptism of divine favor], and he has not received that weird memory, so he needs something else as a 'morning star'."
"Name." said the epidemic doctor.
Lawrence nodded and affirmed.
"That's why I doubt Lorenzo Holmes, who put his name as a morning star."
"But this is just suspicion."
"Indeed, but just suspicion is enough to be alarming. Epidemic doctor, you have never seen Lorenzo Medici. He is a pure human being with pure will."
Lawrence was in awe. He had never been afraid of anyone in his life, but Lorenzo Medici was one of them. Every time he faced him, Lawrence could feel the rock-like pressure, as if he would die in the next second.
He once thought that Lorenzo Medici was dead, but now he returned like a ghost. In an instant, Lawrence seemed to have turned back into the slave who was unable to resist, and could only survive with his permission.
"Something else must have happened on the night of Holy Advent, but I don't know and I can't know it anymore, just like we can't tell whether this conjecture is true or false now."
Lawrence picked up the remaining photos. The black and white pictures showed familiar faces one after another.
"But the solution is very simple, just kill them all, whether they are Lorenzo Medici or not, just kill them all."
There was a sudden knock on the door. Lawrence and the doctor looked at each other briefly. The doctor turned around and shouted.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a familiar man stood beside the door carrying a box.
That was Ende. He was responsible for the smuggling of low-quality secret blood. During Lorenzo's pursuit, he transported the low-quality secret blood back here.
"Are you all ready?" the epidemic doctor asked. Such a large batch of inferior secret blood could cause another disaster.
"Yes." Ende nodded and raised the suitcase in his hand, "It's ready for release."
"Do you want to start now?" The doctor turned to Lawrence and asked.
"No... we don't need to take action ourselves. We just need to follow the situation and let the new religious order and Lorenzo fight." Lawrence said.
"Can you ensure this?"
"Of course, I am a good enough monitor. Every move they make is in my eyes." Lawrence was extremely confident. As he traveled through the [gap] these days, he became more and more skilled in this ability.
"It's time to make use of the chess pieces I placed."
Lawrence signaled Ende to leave, glanced at the doctor, then closed his eyes, and the candle flame flickered.
When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in a ball with the music rising. He was wearing gorgeous clothes and dancing with a beautiful lady.
"Your dancing steps are getting better and better." The lady praised.
"You're fine too."
Duke Salicardo kissed the back of her hand gently, and then walked away from the dance floor. His eyes became piercing, and he was completely different from the other two.
Lawrence's initial attack on Salicardo Manor was more or less successful. He successfully corrupted Duke Salicardo, and later carried out activities as Salicardo.
This is also the reason why Shermans met Salicardo. He thought he was looking for Salicardo, but in fact it was Lawrence who was looking for him.
Through this, Lawrence has reached contact with the purification agency in this extremely strange way, and this infiltration is still extending.
Sometimes he feels lucky that the beacon he randomly planted before has now become a channel for him to monitor and control the entire situation in this way.
Just like a poisonous spider with an invisible head, invisible threads form an invisible web, and this web has already enveloped everyone.
Lorenzo never imagined that the letter would be from Lawrence, and letters like this were still spreading throughout Old Dunling, leading all forces in the direction he wanted.
Lawrence is like a ghost, standing behind the dark curtain, pushing this restless city into the abyss.
…
It seemed that something was coming, right next to me, and it was peering into the world through its own body.
Sigg was also a bit unable to explain this feeling. He didn't care at first, but as time went by, this feeling became more and more frequent. Sometimes Sigg even felt that there was another self deep in his consciousness.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake away these strange thoughts.
A dim light shone down and fell on me through the painted glass. The light was dim, as if it had lost its color.
Sigg looked at this familiar white church. When he first came here, he entered by mistake. At that time, this place had not yet become a place where mutual aid meetings were held. It was just an abandoned church with a simple priest living in it.
The priest was already very old. When Sigg came, he couldn't even believe that he was living here alone. Since that encounter, Sigg would feel that strange feeling from time to time, as if there was a ghost entrusted to him.
On the body, see what you see.
Sigg still remembered that night. He had just been expelled from the factory for taking hallucinogens. When he was depressed, he talked a lot with the priest. Sigg returned here later, but the priest was no longer there. He seemed to
He left without a trace. Sigurd also asked the people around him, but they didn't know anything about it either.
Raindrops slapped against the glass, and moist rain vapor poured in along the cracks in the door. The sudden coldness made Sigg shiver, but the violent cheers soon shattered everything.
Everyone sat together and told each other about their recent experiences, happiness and sadness, and then ended today's mutual aid meeting with cheers.
Sigg seemed a little dissociated. He thought Joey would come, but Joey didn't arrive today, which made him a little disappointed. But thinking about it, Joey also had his own job, unlike himself.
People said goodbye to each other, held up umbrellas and left one by one. Happiness came so suddenly and ended so quickly. When Sigg came to his senses, he was the only one left in the church.
Everything was in a mess, and Sigg had nothing urgent to do anyway, so he rearranged the chairs that had been knocked around.
"Aren't you in a hurry to leave?" someone asked.
"Don't be in a hurry, it's nothing, anyway." Hig replied with a smile.
Then a voice came from the other end and the doctor came over.
"Well, you look pretty good recently. Do you feel like you can integrate into your life?" the doctor asked.
Sigg's expression was a little hesitant, but thinking of his recent life, he nodded vigorously and said happily.
"Yes, it feels good."
"Really? Do you think there is something wrong with you, Sigg?" the doctor asked again.
"What's the meaning?"
"I'm a doctor. Ordinary people don't go to doctors. Only patients go to doctors. Do you think you are a patient?" The doctor said something that Sigg couldn't understand.
"I……"
Sigg recalled that he actually knew this very well. Before he took hallucinogens, he felt that he was different. He didn't know whether this was the so-called introversion or something else, but it was indeed different. It was different from ordinary people.
People are different.
"Human beings are a group. Different individuals will only be heterogeneous, so heterogeneity is a disease, and diseases need to be cured... I think so. Everyone in the mutual aid association is brought together because of hallucinogens, but in fact
Without hallucinogens, everyone would be an anomaly among the crowd."
The doctor stood on the steps and said.
"This is the world, it makes us lose our identity and become mediocre until we are just like everyone else."
"Do you think this is a characteristic?"
Sigg didn't understand that his flawed character made his life very painful, but this pain was a characteristic in the eyes of doctors.
"Isn't it? We are born this way, just like we are born with different eye colors. Do we need to change these innate characteristics just because we are different from others?"
The doctor smiled, looked at Sigg's confused eyes, and continued.
"You are special."
"I?"
Sigg pointed at himself, somewhat confused.
"Yes, Sigg, I want you to have a good chat about yourself."
James Moriarty moved a chair and sat across from Sigurd. He still had that peaceful look, like the rising sun, making it difficult for people to be wary of him.
"Myself?"
"We all live an ordinary life, but we rarely really understand ourselves, right?"
Moriarty said as he stretched out his hand and gently tapped Sigurd's heart with his fingers. The action was obviously not strong, but Sigurd felt like a heavy hammer was hitting his heart.
He stared blankly into Moriarty's eyes, his somewhat dull face reflected in the lenses of his glasses, and then blazing white fireworks engulfed everything.
Suddenly all the sounds roared, singing with frequency until they converged into the sound of rain.
The invisible heavy rain enveloped Sigurd. It existed everywhere, and kept falling with a cold chill. The Whitechapel disappeared in the surging tide. When he came back to his senses, Sigurd found himself standing in an empty field.
In the wilderness, drenched in the icy rainstorm, his eyes moved slowly, and in a trance, Shige saw that at the end of the rain curtain...
That small town by the sea, that small town that I can never go back to.