"If you missed the train I took, I would have left alone.
Listen to the long and distant sound of the whistle, taking me away and leaving my hometown."
People came and went on the platform, train after train stopped and departed, and groups of people arrived and left.
Young people, carrying heavy backpacks, come from small towns that are rarely marked on the map. They are looking at this magnificent and glorious city, humming happily but sadly.
The singing was reverberating, and Lorenzo couldn't help but follow along, humming a shallow melody. He sat on a bench alone, like a bystander, quietly witnessing all this happening.
"What are they singing?"
The woman came over and sat in the seat where Mrs. Van Rude had just been.
"It's just an ordinary song, probably about people who have left their homes."
As Lorenzo spoke, he picked up another cigarette and puffed out the smoke. The smoke mixed with water vapor, shrouding him in whiteness.
"Leaving your homeland? It sounds quite sad."
"I feel it's ok."
"good?"
The woman was a little surprised, but when she thought about Lorenzo being a weird guy, she wasn't too surprised.
"Yeah, I think it's not bad. At least they still have a place of warmth and hope in their hearts. When they are sad, they will think about their distant hometown and their hearts will become stronger. And they will eventually return to their hometown one day."
Lorenzo's eyes remained in the void ahead, as if in a daze.
"I have been thinking about some things over the past month, and those lost memories are coming like a tide, and I feel like my personality is being torn apart.
At that time, I was thinking, where can I go back? Feilengcui? Everyone I know there is dead, and the new pope seems to want to hack me to death. What about the old Dunling? It still doesn't work.
, I am the only one left at 121A Cork Street...
I was just thinking...
I can't reach that ideal distant place, nor can I return to the hometown 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 knots in their lives that are difficult to break.
The silence lasted for a while, and Lorenzo looked towards the end of the railway track as if his thoughts had just come to his senses.
"I met a doctor a few days ago. Her name is Abigail. She said that people's will is very fragile, so when something bad happens, they will actively forget some bad things to protect themselves."
"This month has been really bad. I feel like my thoughts are like rusty gears, all stuck together. If possible, I really want to forget all this."
Live like a wild dog, don't care so much, don't even think, just follow your instincts.
"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 effects of Power Gabriel." Watson explained.
"side effect?"
"Well, in the final analysis, [Gap] invasion is to destroy the will of others so that your will can dominate this new body. But obviously, the scene on the night of Holy Advent 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 are still unable to kill 047. You did not completely destroy his will, he survived like a ghost, and the two minds were confused.
Together. It is also for this reason that you regard his memory as your own and get lost in it."
"Is that so?"
Lorenzo's expression remained calm. From this point of view, the mystery of his cognition at that time was also explained. His memory was confused with 047's memory, which led to those things.
"I remember that we went on missions together and lived together. Is that also a lie?"
"Are you referring to your actions after becoming a demon hunter? Yes, you identified yourself as 047, but in fact you were not there at the time."
"It's too bad. I miss that experience all the time."
Lorenzo rubbed his head, and now he didn't have much reaction to these truths.
"Then why didn't you tell me this after the Night of Advent? About the power of Gabriel, about the Night of Advent, about who I am, why did you deceive me?"
"Because I don't think you can accept it all. After going through so many hellish battlefields and countless partings of life and death, you... you also killed your friend and occupied his body to live..."
Watson said cruel words.
"I must find a way to keep you alive. For a person who is determined to die, something that forces him to persist will be his best support."
"revenge?"
"Revenge, rage, swing your sword at the monsters who took away all this, keep swinging your sword until you die."
This was the best way Watson could think of at the time. Although it was cruel, it was indeed effective.
"So you have become 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, the pseudo-Holy Grail, was the cause of the Night of Advent, but now it seemed that she was just a part of the conspiracy. Lorenzo
It seemed ridiculous to begin to doubt that he had been a jailer for so long.
"I need a reason to exist, and as your opposite existence, I can let you vent your anger on the Holy Night, and it can also give you the motivation to continue to take revenge and live on."
Watson's tone was cold, like a machine executing orders.
"So Watson, are you 016?"
"016 is already 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 suddenly stopped, a little confusion flashed in her eyes. She had been faithfully executing the orders of the "Scabbard Treaty", but at this moment she was also confused about herself.
"I don't know, it's probably some kind of monster. All this comes from the research of Lorenzo Medici. He believes that the blood of the Holy Grail is the [key], and Power Gabriel opens a certain door."
certificate】."
"Are you also part of his plan?"
"The war faction will cause terrible consequences, and Lorenzo Medici was unable to stop them at that time. All he could do was to comply with them and find a way to fight back. Later, he really found it. In the experiment
The moment they started, they hit the [border], and then the Silent Ones came."
Lorenzo frowned slightly, and everything that had been deliberately concealed gradually became clear in his mind.
"If my guess is correct, this is actually part of Lorenzo Medici's plan, right? The Silent Ones will concentrate on killing the war faction. He only needs to gain power in the dry well. Gabriel
, takes over my body, and he will be reborn.
No...it is even his plan to conduct two experiments at the same time in one day, right? If there is a fixed number of Silent Persons, the Stasis Temple will help him attract firepower...
As expected of you, Lorenzo Medici.
I think he will return to the Temple of Stasis like a hero to take control of all this, and from this night onwards the entire Evangelical Church will fall under his control again."
Recalling the stubborn old man again in his mind, Lorenzo's mood was very strange. All of this actually stemmed from his conspiracy, the old man's fantasy of the golden age.
He was the one who planned all of this. He was the real mastermind behind the Advent Night. He deliberately handed over the captured Silent Man as the [Holy Grail] to the opponents, dividing them into the War Faction and the Faith Faction.
Then use the information gap to drive the silent ones to destroy all powerful enemies.
Everything was done by Lorenzo Medici. On the night of Holy Advent, all this sadness happened, 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 engraved in Lorenzo's mind. As long as he thought, everything he imagined would come true, but he gave up all this persistence and let himself live, and he was calm
Accepted the coming of death.
This is a lunatic who will do whatever it takes. For the sake of that lofty ideal, he doesn't even mind sacrificing himself to pave the way to holiness.
For the golden age.
Lorenzo suddenly felt very tired.
"More than that, he was a crazy old man. He had thought about what would happen if he failed, and I was his backup plan after failure."
"The Scabbard Treaty?"
"Yes."
Watson revealed everything she knew to Lorenzo at this moment.
"When he didn't return to the Stasis Temple to save everything, I knew he failed, but I succeeded. I completed [sublimation] and became like this, but I was very unstable like you at the time.
Like a toddler, we don’t know what power we have.”
"Is that why these things happened? Your body was also shattered? That's why 047 is needed as the carrier of will, but he cannot withstand the erosion caused by you... It may also be the influence he received during the previous battle.
Just die like that, right?"
Watson nodded stiffly.
"Yes, but there are some differences."
"for example?"
"For example, I do not have an entity. The moment I complete [sublimation], I break away from the shackles of the physical body and exist in a spiritual body."
Lorenzo became somewhat interested and turned his head to look at this unfamiliar face.
"Not Power Gabriel? I thought you existed in my mind in a form of [gap] invasion."
"I don't know, but I can feel that I am a higher existence than you, and my degree of [sublimation] is deeper than yours."
Watson is not very clear about all this. What they are facing is a darkness that is difficult to reach, a [border] that is heavily protected by unknown forces.
"But I think I might be like..."
"The silent one?" Lorenzo replied, to which Watson responded with silence.
"The [Truth] of the world is protected behind the [Border], and the [Border] is protected by the Silent Ones, and now the end of the Demon Hunter's [Ascension] seems to be the Silent Ones... It's getting interesting, Watson
.”
Lorenzo lit another cigarette. There were already several cigarette butts on the ground, and the cigarette case was almost empty. He didn't have any craving for cigarettes, but for some reason today, he just wanted to smoke. The mandrake mixed with it soothed him.
pain of.
"Then the Treaty of the Scabbard is the backup plan? It must be related to the Golden Age, right? Let me think about it, you are also Lorenzo Medici's chosen successor. If he fails, you will appear as a ghost
Will we continue to act within the church and continue to pursue that golden age?”
Watson nodded, all this was Lorenzo Medici's plan. Although he died seven years ago, his influence is still affecting everyone, just like fate, everything is going according to the
It happened as he expected.
"That is to say, you have been living in lies, plans, conspiracies, revenge and rage, all for the sake of Lorenzo Medici's ideals."
Watson said indifferently.
"This is not what you said, Watson. To become what you are now, you must believe in that beautiful golden age and do all this, right? All your actions are for the golden age.
But what you just said may cause me to 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, isn't it?"
"Really?"
After a long silence, Watson reached out and picked up a cigarette from Lorenzo's cigarette case, puffing on it.
"You can get away with the lies, Lorenzo, get off these damn responsibilities and live the life you want."
Lorenzo was stunned for a moment, his empty eyes became a little brighter, and then he laughed.
"Do you want me to escape from this curse? Watson, so 016 you are not dead after all. Monsters can't say such things."
Lorenzo looked extremely happy.
"It's great. There are still people who care about me, even though you look like a neither human nor ghost."
But he shook his head and said a little tiredly.
"Let's talk about something else, Watson. I've been exposed to too many heavy things this month. Let me take a break and take a rest."
"Do you want to complain?"
"That's right. After all, you seem to be the only person familiar with my past."
Lorenzo raised his hand, holding half of a burnt piece of rotten wood, with writings carved on it still visible.
The wreckage of the Winchester was one of the reasons why he returned to 121A Cork Street. Thinking about it carefully, this was the only thing left to keep him as a souvenir.
"Is 047 really dead? I seemed to see him on the Reichenbach. I don't know if it was a hallucination or something."
"You know very well, don't you? You are asking me now, just hoping that I will confirm you and shatter the little illusion you have." Watson understood Lorenzo's thoughts very well.
"So he's still dead?" Lorenzo asked helplessly.
"The two wills are intertwined. 047 did survive for a period of time as a ghost, but as you recover your lost memories, it also means that your will has completely taken over this body. The broken will
It will also be completely annihilated.”
"That is to say, when I think of everything, he has ushered in the real day of death, right?"
There was no sadness or sorrow on Lorenzo's face. From beginning to end, he had no major emotional fluctuations, just like a cold sculpture.
"I have always felt that death is a very long thing. When the last person who remembers 047 dies, 047 will truly die. But if you think about it carefully, death is so short, just a moment.
There was no vomiting blood and roaring, no heroic words vowing to fight to the death, no affectionate commemoration and confession, he just died, and only a painful blank space was left after a moment..."
"You need to rest, Lorenzo."
Watson suddenly felt that Lorenzo was terrifying. He was not the evil spirit burning with rage before, but a dead man whose whole body was full of deathly aura, and his whole body was covered with a strong will of death.
Lorenzo shook his head again and answered with a bit of a smile.
"I'm resting, Watson. Look what a rare holiday I have."
The train arrived with the whistle and left again soon after. The travelers carried their luggage and laughed. Some were looking forward to a new life in the old Dunling, and some were looking forward to the distance beyond the old Dunling.
This is a living world, and the two of them are incompatible with it.
"I have thought a lot this month, a lot. I found that the connection between me and the world is very interesting. I want to vent my anger. I want to avenge my friends, so the world answers me, as long as all the demons are eradicated.
That’s fine, I’ll just do it.
Kill all the monsters I see.
But the world tells me that this cannot avenge them. No matter how many monsters are killed, they will still reappear. I want to destroy their roots.
But what is the source of the demon?"
Lorenzo lowered his head and laughed to himself.
"I feel like a slave, a slave to fate. I can't tell whether the answer is true or false, and I don't know if everything will turn out as I expected after doing this. No one can tell me whether all this is correct. I
All I can do is obey all this. If it asks me to eradicate the demon, I will eradicate the demon. If it asks me to destroy the root, then I will destroy the root.
I can't question it, no matter how ridiculous and absurd this approach is, I can only foolishly believe it and stubbornly carry it out.
Because this is the only answer, I can only believe it."
Lorenzo slowly raised his head, rubbed his face vigorously to relax the stiff muscles, and forced a kind smile.
"It's time for me to leave, Lorenzo. You have the 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 in her eyes dissipated.
The woman opened her eyes again. She was a little unclear as to why she was here. Then she noticed the strange man next to her. Although he smiled kindly at her, the woman still ran away in a panic.
, she also couldn't understand, but just like instinct, she didn't want to stay there anymore.
Lorenzo is the only one left again, but he doesn't feel much disappointed. In fact, he has been prepared for all this. He is also a detective after all. During this month of rest, Lorenzo will basically pass.
The integration was almost complete, and everything was extremely clear in his eyes. He just needed one person to confirm the authenticity of it all.
"But you are wrong about one thing, Watson."
Lorenzo suddenly said to himself.
"I am not living a lie. Although all this is in your plan, I am not manipulated by anyone. I do everything based on my own intention... This is what I want.
"
Lorenzo's expression changed, and a raging fire ignited in his decadent eyes. It has never been extinguished, and will only burn crazier in the future.
"This is not your wish alone, this... is also my wish."