On the day of the celebration, when Eve saw the crown, she felt that something was wrong with it. From the perspective of decoration, its workmanship was really rough and it was simply a piece of craft rubbish. Moreover, Lorenzo would not be a
A person who collects decorations.
A gift for giving? It’s not quite right. Although Lorenzo is poor, he wouldn’t give such a thing. Someone else gave it to Lorenzo? It doesn’t seem like it. If he really knew Lorenzo, then he should give it
A sword and a sword should be a bottle of beer at the end.
Its existence was too abrupt and strange, but the doubts at that time were washed away by joy. Seeing Lorenzo, he didn't want to say anything more, so Eve didn't ask any more questions until she saw it again.
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"Thief?"
Eve looked at the woman unkindly. In her opinion, the crown on the woman's head belonged to Lorenzo. She didn't know where the woman had turned it out from, but she still wore it on her head.
No, Eve couldn't remember the details of the crown, but she remembered that Lorenzo's crown was not that badly worn. The surface was as shiny as a mirror, while the crown on the woman's head was full of scratches and there were stains in the gaps. Look.
I have been wearing it for a long time and have gone through many hardships with women.
"Two crowns... did you give Lorenzo the one?"
Eve realized this. Lorenzo's crown came from the woman in front of her. Maybe she really underestimated Lorenzo. Besides this old Dunling, he still had some people who could be considered friends.
"So Lorenzo received the crown?"
The woman also calmed down. After learning such news from Eve's mouth, she seemed much relieved and let out a long sigh.
"Yes, he received it, so who are you?"
Eve's hostility towards women has decreased slightly, but she hasn't completely let down her guard yet.
She still remembers Lorenzo's complicated network of relationships. Friends may turn into enemies in the next second. She also remembers the great enemy named Lawrence. She never imagined that such a madman was once Lorenzo's mentor.
I thought there would be some plot about respecting teachers, but as soon as they met, they stabbed each other to show their friendship.
Watson said nothing, she stared at Eve, thinking about something.
During the days when he was walking with Lorenzo, Watson knew very well what kind of girl Eve was. Hidden under her mortal body was a heart yearning for danger, like a moth flying into the flame, but she was not chasing the light.
She was longing for the lingering warmth of the moment she passed by the fireworks.
Watson couldn't tell anything about everything she knew, not a single word. Once Eve knew about it, she would also be on the blacklist of the silent ones. If she wanted to protect Eve, she could only maintain absolute silence.
To avoid revealing any information that may lead to murder.
"You don't need to know, tell me where he is?"
Watson said slowly.
"How should I believe you if you don't say anything?"
Eve held the folding knife and looked at Watson maliciously.
Watson felt a little headache for a moment. She looked at Eve and then at the scene outside the door. The sun was setting and people were coming and going on the street.
There was some bitterness on his face, and he smiled helplessly.
"Let me rest first."
Regardless of Eve's reaction, Watson raised his head after saying this and stared at the ceiling in confusion.
Looking back on this short period of experience, I could almost compile a book and publish it. Watson had already thought of the title, so it was called "Watson's Crusoe".
Thinking of this, Watson himself felt that it was a bit ridiculous. Maybe after hanging out with Lorenzo for a long time, he was really affected to some extent. His indifferent self also became somewhat neurotic.
From the moment he was chased by the Watchers, also known as the Silent Men, Watson had a really rough journey. He abruptly arrived at Old Dunling from the Holy Gospel Papal State. He also encountered several raids on the way, but he survived them all without any danger.
When she came to the office exhausted, she found that Lorenzo was not at home. Judging from the environment at home, he must have been away for several days.
At that time, Watson had a rather chaotic feeling for a moment. She felt like a miserable postman who had gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and finally got here, only to find that the recipient had moved.
She hadn't thought about what to do next, her will was bound to this body, and this body also needed to eat and rest. After a brief rest, she fell asleep on Lorenzo's bed.
Then it was like this, Eve holding a folding knife and confronting herself.
Watson wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.
She somewhat understood the pain of the old pope.
The old pope knew the cursed knowledge. In order to protect more people, he had to remain silent. Faced with the people who came to inquire, he could not make any response. He could only witness their confusion and anger until
Watch them embark on the same path of seeking knowledge and then die.
This is the reason why the old pope has been unwilling to tell the new pope the secret. Once he tells it, everything may get worse. If he doesn't tell it, he will be the only one who suffers and despairs. That is enough.
Watson now understands the old pope's mood to some extent. She and Eve at this moment are very similar to the old pope and the new pope at that time.
Watson also realized the inner confusion and collapse of the new pope at that time. He thought that the old pope was a vicious person who betrayed the church, but in fact he was a fearful secret keeper who had been trying to continue the evangelical church.
The presence.
It was easy for the old pope to kill the new pope. All he had to do was tell everything. Those knowledge were like magic spells, and chanting them would bring about disaster. But he did not do so until the new pope touched the taboo.
She still remembered that the new pope was sitting on the edge of the Well of Sublimation. He lowered his head and looked into the dark well, wondering what he was thinking.
Too many things happened in one day. His fury for chasing secrets was extinguished by the death of the old pope. At that time, he said that compared with the old pope, he was the most damned guy. He crossed the fence.
, calling for disaster.
What is even more despairing is the so-called secret, the truth of the world, the doomed doom, and the never-ending reincarnation.
Seeing the confused and confused new pope, Watson also decided to leave at that time. This iron-like man had been shaken. The secret of the old pope subverted his cognition and rage, and he became extremely ridiculous.
The new pope’s hatred for the old pope had been accumulating for an unknown amount of time, but in the end he discovered that the old pope was the one who had been trying to protect him and everyone. For the new pope, this was really a great irony, just like
The truth of Advent is equally dramatic.
Everyone is toyed with by the so-called fate, and looks the worst to please the smile of fate.
Watson didn't know whether he could survive, but she knew she could no longer bet on the new pope.
The reason why she left Lorenzo was because she hoped that another person could take on this. Lorenzo had done enough for all of this, and there was no need for him to pay anything more. But like a curse, Watson finally
Still came back.
"Eve, tell me, where is he?"
Watson said weakly, she realized that this seemed to be the first communication between her and Eve, but she didn't expect it to unfold like this.
"You know my name?"
Eve felt that all this seemed more and more weird.
"Not only do I know you, I also know Shrike, Blue Jade, Joey, Kestrel..."
One name after another appeared in his mind. During the time he spent with Lorenzo, these memories seemed to have been experienced by Watson himself. Listening to these names, Eve's expression became more and more complicated.
"I am Lorenzo's friend, I have no hostility.
Knowledge is cursed.”
Watson said she hoped Eve would understand what it meant.
Eve's expression was startled. Of course she understood the meaning of this sentence. The curse restricted people's communication and understanding.
"That is to say, what I want to ask about involves curses, right?"
Watson nodded and said nothing.
Should you trust this woman? Is she worthy of trust? Is she deceiving herself?
Eve's mind was slightly shaken. Her eyes widened. Unknowingly, she also fell into a dilemma. This was just Watson's one-sided statement. Her appearance itself was extremely strange. Eve could not completely believe it.
Watson, and in order to protect Eve, Watson could not explain all the information to her.
It's like a hedgehog and a rabbit. The hedgehog wants to protect the rabbit, but the rabbit is afraid of the hedgehog's spikes. The hedgehog wants to give the rabbit a hug to express his kindness, but he can't do this because of his spikes.
Human beings are bound by such shackles, struggling painfully in reincarnation, constantly forgetting, and then paying blood again to remember it.
The folding knife trembled slightly, and Eve fell into hesitation when faced with the information that she didn't know whether it was true or false.
Watching Eve struggling, Watson was tired.
During the journey, she also thought about what she would do if she fell into the same predicament as the old pope, where she could not deliver the message and others could not understand her. What would she do if she really ended up in that situation?
Watson couldn't figure it out, so now he fell into a similar situation to the old pope.
She began to get fed up. After all, Watson was no longer a human being. What had been driving her was the only desire left in her heart and a trace of humanity that was about to be wiped out.
Watson didn't have time to chat, let alone develop a relationship with Eve, tell her riddles to try to let her know what he was going to do. The information Watson needed was in Eve's mind. As long as he invaded her, Watson
She can know everything when she is alive. As long as she is fast enough and reduces the intensity of the erosion as much as possible, she still has a chance to escape the pursuit of the Silent Ones.
Although this might kill Eve.
[Yeah, after all, you and Eve are two people who have nothing to do with each other. You know everything about Eve, but this is only seen through Lorenzo’s eyes. You are an outsider yourself, and no one knows you.
The presence.】
There was a sound echoing in my ears, as if a crowd were whispering.
Ever since she gained some forbidden knowledge in the [gap] of the old pope, Watson has always been able to hallucinate something. She feels that this should not be the so-called corrosive influence, because she herself is a source of corrosiveness and the source of creating monsters.
Thinking of this, she felt the trick of fate even more. After chasing the source for so long, she was surprised to find that she seemed to be one of the sources of this disaster.
Fate laughs at everyone, whether it is Watson or the new pope.
【Eve is not important.】
The voice sounded again, torturing Watson's mind.
During the long journey, this void voice became more and more intense. At first it was just a meaningless whisper, then gradually turned into understandable vague words, and now it has become a curse that can affect decisions.
[Today is just the first official meeting between the two of you. All the friendship and so on are just casual encounters between passers-by. Compared with what you have to do, Eve's life is not worth mentioning. It can be said that
You don’t need to think about this at all. You have been sublimated into an existence beyond human beings. You have ascended to a higher existence. From a species perspective, you and Eve are like humans and their pets.
.]
[Do humans need to care what their pets think?]
"No need, no need to think about this."
She murmured to herself, responding to the void voice.
Watson is no longer 016, she is Watson, a deformed and twisted existence.
She has already embarked on the road of sublimation, rising to that inhuman existence. Mortal ethics can no longer restrain her. It is even said that so-called human nature is a burden to Watson.
Something was rising in the depths of his will. It woke up from its long sleep in the cradle, stretched out its claws, gently touched Watson, and watched all of this happen with an evil smile.
It is a dirty thing originating from the depths of the soul, an existence that cannot be described, known, or touched. The dark liquid is rolling and surging, and bones and flesh proliferate and die in it.
Under the protection of the shadow, it whispered softly in Watson's ear.
[Yes, that’s it, join us, abandon your useless humanity, and upgrade to a higher existence. 】
Watson's pupils expanded slightly.
There were too many heavy things binding Watson's soul, leaving her to step on this filthy land, but as long as...just abandon them all.
First his cowardly flesh and blood body, then his ridiculous name, then his meaningless emotions, and finally his humanity is completely wiped out...
【Upgrade to a greater existence!】
The evil and ferocious voice was like a flock of crows wailing in his ears, urging Watson to make a decision.
"Sorry, Eve."
Putting his hand on the crown, Watson's eyes were dull and he tried to take it off. Eve also witnessed all this, and for a moment there was an inexplicable feeling of fear in her heart. It seemed that something bad would happen when Watson took off the crown.
thing.
Eve didn't know what was going to happen, but she clearly felt the burst of fear. Countless voices screamed in her mind, urging Eve to escape, but her body had already been captured by an unknown force, and her muscles stiffened into
A mass unable to move.
Something is coming, originating from the darkness deep in the soul, a filthy thing spurned by everything in the world. It squirms and grows in the shadow of God until it becomes strong enough to shroud the silent night in everyone's mind.
above the body.
Watson's hand lifted the crown above his head, and his bound will was liberated.