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Chapter 128: The Greedy Man

"So let's find a way to leave here and return to Inverg."

Lorenzo muttered, holding on to the cable tightly and climbing up bit by bit.

The elevator was completely broken during the descent, but the cable was still strong and not broken. Lorenzo could only hold on to it, climb up from the darkness little by little, and move towards the platform.

This was a somewhat boring process. Apart from mechanical climbing movements, Lorenzo could do nothing.

For this reason, during this boring period, he was thinking and planning his next actions, with worry evident in his eyes.

A new round of restart is about to begin. Roger and Adren, two out-of-control monsters, reappear in the world. Although they are in opposition, no matter who survives, it is a huge crisis. If Lorenzo wants to

Find a way to kill them all.

Thinking of this, he felt a headache, and the illusory temple of stasis appeared in front of his eyes, with figures kneeling one after another beside the Well of Sublimation.

In order to prevent themselves from becoming another threat, the original Ascended Ones erased themselves one after another and turned into machines that followed orders. However, over this long period of time, the machines would also wear out, and they would be annihilated one after another.

The Watchers have also entered death. Even if these things do not happen, perhaps in a few centuries, all the Watchers will die, the fence will no longer exist, and the road to sublimation will open again.

Looking at it this way, although today's world is prosperous, it is full of crises, and it may completely collapse in the next second.

The epidemic doctor followed Lorenzo, and the two of them climbed up one after another, both with sad emotions, but they were worried about different things.

What Lorenzo cares about is the world with his friends, but what the doctor cares about is his truth. He never denies his despicability. Now that the doctor has gained all this, his mood is not what he expected.

Such ecstasy.

Epidemic doctors always feel that... something is missing.

But the epidemic doctor didn't know what he was missing at this moment. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out.

I don't know how long it took, but the darkness finally faded away a lot, and the blue light was right in front of me.

Lorenzo stretched out his hand and climbed onto the platform with all his strength. He took a long breath and shook the dust off his body.

This climbing process is not easy. In the endless darkness, there is only one cable connecting Lorenzo to the light. No one knows whether it will break in the next second.

"It's almost time to leave."

Lorenzo passed by the iron coffin on the disk, glanced at the dim light in the gap, and then he noticed Floki who was still drawing.

Thinking of the crumbling power below, Lorenzo hurriedly walked over and saw that Floki's body had been covered in large areas of ulcers. In some places, numerous bones could be seen, but it was as if this guy couldn't feel the pain.

, lowered his head, holding his drawings.

"Floki..."

Lorenzo stretched out his hand to touch him, but Floki turned around and saw that his withered face was also covered with scarlet wounds, and the flesh underneath them squirmed like maggots.

"It looks like he is dying. The only difference is whether he will be tortured to death by this power first or turn into a monster first."

The epidemic doctor said pessimistically that Floki was the only mortal among them, and he was burdened with curses one after another.

Using the word "unlucky ghost" to describe him is not quite appropriate. It is as if all the malice of the world has been poured into him. Yet, this ignorant guy does not feel scared. Instead, he shows a ferocious smile and tightly hugs him.

Holding his drawings.

Just like a greedy villain, when death comes, he still clings to his gold coins.

Lorenzo's expression was a little complicated, but in the end he chose to take Floki with him. Lorenzo didn't know the relationship between himself and Floki. All of this had been involved when Floki was swallowed by the antimeme.

They were cut off together.

But thinking of that ridiculous and stubborn conversation, Lorenzo couldn't bear to give up on Floki.

"Floki Wilgdason."

Lorenzo whispered.

He couldn't remember the meaning of the name, couldn't remember the memories behind the name, and didn't even know if it was his name.

But Lorenzo felt that naming this paranoid guy would mean that even if he was swallowed by the antimeme, he would still have to struggle to get out, remember these things and carve them into his instincts.

"Let's go, get out of here first."

Lorenzo stopped thinking about this and said that he was about to pass through the gap in the door and leave the shelter.

"Holmes!"

Suddenly the epidemic doctor stopped Lorenzo, and when he turned around, he saw that the epidemic doctor had thrown away the tattered gas mask on his head, completely exposing his evil and wriggling face.

It was as if a group of red snakes were entangled together, entwining themselves with the decaying white bones to build the man named Charles Darwin.

"What's wrong?"

Lorenzo turned around, feeling that something was wrong with the doctor.

"Did we... forget something?"

Scarlet eyes were fixed on Lorenzo. As the doctor recalled, he found a break in his memory, "I remember... we walked into a certain room."

Lorenzo nodded, he took out the black cube and showed it in front of the doctor.

"Yes, it seems that we entered the room and after knowing what 'it' looked like, we chose to leave, so we forgot about things related to 'it'."

His expression was very calm. Lorenzo was aware of this matter when he was climbing. He also had doubts, but when he thought that he chose to walk out of the room and forget about things related to 'it', Lorenzo did not hesitate.

There is nothing to worry about anymore, he believes in his own decision.

"Is this so..."

The epidemic doctor muttered, his eyes briefly met Lorenzo's, and then turned to look at the silent iron coffin and the darkness beyond.

Now the plague doctor is standing in the palace of truth, and he is about to leave. The plague doctor got what he desired, but his heart does not seem to be satisfied.

What is "it"?

Something called a mistake.

Something that one wants to erase but cannot help but keep.

It was as if countless big hands had reached into the chest of the epidemic doctor. They were pressing on the heart and deflating the lungs, and charming voices echoed and called in the ears.

The epidemic doctor was silent. After a while, he finally made a sound.

"By the way... Holmes, after leaving here and leaving the Sea of ​​Silence, we will become enemies again, right?"

The epidemic doctor turned his body sideways and blocked the other arm.

"Um."

Lorenzo answered affirmatively, and he slowly turned sideways, and his blocked arm grasped the hilt of the sword in the sword bag.

It's like a beautiful dream shattered, leaving only a place of absurdity.

In the beginning, Lorenzo and the plague doctor were enemies with swords drawn against each other, but they were briefly united by a greater threat. Now everything is over, and the fragile alliance has also been broken, leaving only their own agendas.

of two people.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment. Watson did not respond. He just hoped that if there was a fight later, they would not touch the iron coffin. The secret keeper had lived for so long, and it would be really ridiculous if he died because of something like this.

.

"Oh, you didn't hesitate at all? I thought we could be considered friends after living and dying together."

The epidemic doctor smiled, not knowing what he was thinking. The flesh and blood slowly squirmed and undulated, as if something was being gestated underneath.

"Epidemic doctor, if this kind of thing like 'friends' could be that simple, then there wouldn't be so many disputes, right?"

There was a blazing white fire in his eyes, and Lorenzo did not hide his malice.

"If you become 'friends' just because of this short journey, then wouldn't those who died because of you seem too unworthy?"

"So are you planning to attack me after leaving the shelter, or after escaping from the Sea of ​​Silence?" More pupils opened on the twisted face, and six scarlet eyes stared at Lorenzo.

"Actually, I didn't think about it. I might let you go and then kill you the next time we meet."

Lorenzo replied that he was not lying.

No one knows what will happen next. Keeping the Plague Doctor is still useful to Lorenzo, and the Plague Doctor really needs the help of the Morning Glory Advance to leave the Sea of ​​Silence.

"Is this a pity from Mr. Holmes?" Lorenzo's answer surprised the doctor, "I thought you wouldn't let me leave here? After all, it's surrounded by antimemes, so this is a good place.

Burial place.”

"Then do you want to die here?" Lorenzo drew out his nailed sword, and the cold metal reflected his twisted figure.

The epidemic doctor did not speak. He raised his head and looked at the deep dome. His fragile neck was completely exposed in front of Lorenzo's eyes, like a prisoner waiting to be beheaded.

Lorenzo tightened his grip on the nail sword.

The distance between him and the epidemic doctor is not that far. With Lorenzo's speed, he can arrive in an instant, swing out the nail sword and cut off the epidemic doctor's head, but Lorenzo is not sure whether it belongs to the epidemic doctor.

It was so weird that he exposed his weaknesses like this.

"Do you know? Holmes, I have imagined countless times what I will look like after I get the truth."

The plague doctor lowered his head, and Lorenzo missed the chance to kill him.

"I will be ecstatic, I will fall into madness, and maybe I will kill a few people to add to the fun...but there is one thing I haven't thought about."

Lorenzo didn't respond. The epidemic doctor completely turned into a scarlet monster. He could only barely judge its emotion from its tone, but Lorenzo could vaguely feel...sadness.

"I haven't thought about what will happen after I get the truth."

The epidemic doctor said calmly.

"We are too obsessed with certain facts, and even after completing them, we will feel extremely empty, as if there is no need to live anymore." Scarlet eyes flashed, "You should have thought this too

, as long as this damn thing is over, even if you die directly, it’s not bad, right?”

Lorenzo neither confirmed nor denied.

"But, have you ever thought about what you will do after this damn thing is really over?"

The epidemic doctor was very confused. He was more confused than ever before, standing at the end of the world.

"There are many, such as continuing to open my office."

Lorenzo replied, unlike monsters like the Plague Doctor, Lorenzo still has many connections with the world. He still has an office, friends, things he has not yet done, scenery he has never seen, and things he expected.

The future is still very bright.

He is really striving for a better tomorrow, and it’s scary to think about it.

"That sounds really good. At least you can integrate into this mortal world, but I can't. I am a monster, a monster that is always hungry. I can't think of any reason for me to walk in this world."

The epidemic doctor stepped back, and finally sat on the extinguished iron coffin. Next to him was the resting place of the secret keeper. His palms passed across the surface, feeling the slight coldness of the metal.

"As for who to fight for? I am a scholar. There is no need for a scholar to go to the battlefield. Besides, what do these messy disputes have to do with me?"

The epidemic doctor was talking to himself.

The crisis of the Unspeakable does not mean anything to him. As for reaching the end of sublimation and becoming a part of the Unspeakable? The epidemic doctor has already rejected this idea, so that he will no longer be himself, and he has persisted for a long time.

It has no meaning anymore.

Then apart from dying, it seems that there is really nothing left for the epidemic doctors to do.

"What do you want to say? Doctor, please pray for my mercy to give you a reason to live? Or do you want to wash away your sins?"

Lorenzo couldn't understand the plague doctors. To be precise, he couldn't understand the pursuers of the truth. Whether it was Merlin, Shermans, or even the plague doctors in front of him, Lorenzo always felt that it was difficult for him to understand them.

idea.

To be precise, what Lorenzo is pursuing is fundamentally different from what they are pursuing.

Instead of thinking about the idea of ​​the plague doctor, Lorenzo now hopes that the plague doctor will rush up and have a fight with him. Killing is what Lorenzo is best at.

Just swing the sword.

"What do I want to say?"

The doctor seemed to have made a decision and shouted to Lorenzo.

"You go, Holmes, I don't plan to leave."

Lorenzo was startled and froze on the spot.

"You are right, this is the palace of truth. For me, this is the best place to be buried."

The epidemic doctor opened his hands, trying to grasp all the knowledge here and stuff it into his head.

"How will you feel after knowing the truth? Holmes, in fact, there is nothing.

I feel like this is nothing more than that, not enough... far from enough to satisfy my greedy self.

In the final analysis, truth is just a goal. After a goal is achieved, we can die and complete this heroic feat.

But now I have new ideas."

The epidemic doctor muttered, and then said loudly with a smile.

"Holmes, I still want to know what 'it' is!"

"But 'it' cannot be known outside the room."

The epidemic doctor thought for a moment and then said optimistically.

"Then stay in the room forever."

Before Lorenzo could take any action, the epidemic doctor suddenly raised his hand and opened the iron coffin. A burst of white air surged, exposing the fragile brain tissue.

"what are you up to!"

The secret blood rose, and the heat of day replaced Lorenzo's eyes.

His speed was so fast that it was like a fleeting thunderbolt. The nailed sword was filled with cold death intent, and in the next second it was hanging high above the head of the epidemic doctor.

"Do what I have to do."

The doctor gently lifted the brain tissue out of the water, and at the same time, the scarlet tentacles spread over the brain tissue one after another, nourishing it and maintaining life.

The sharp sword clang sounded.

Lorenzo's scarlet eyes stared straight into the eyes, and the fatal nail sword had already fallen on the plague doctor's head. As long as Lorenzo exerted a little more force, he could split the plague doctor's head open.

The nail sword could not continue to cut.

"There is nothing in the outside world that can make me nostalgic, but here is still full of treasures."

The entangled flesh and blood pushed the brain tissue of the secret keeper into the plague doctor's chest, and the scarlet snakes squirmed, completely wrapping it up.

"Epidemic doctor...you."

Lorenzo raised his nail sword. During this period, Lorenzo had countless opportunities to kill the plague doctor because this guy had no intention of resisting.

But for some reason, Lorenzo failed to drop the sword.

"Ah... this feeling is quite strange. This is my first time trying it."

The epidemic doctor groaned, and a deformed sarcoma appeared on his shoulder. Distorted facial features appeared on it, and then it burst, letting out a child-like cry.

He completed the parasitism, or... symbiosis, of the secret keeper, and the secret keeper's consciousness crashed into his mind, arriving together with his memories.

This is a very strange feeling. The epidemic doctor can hear the voice of the secret keeper. He is yelling and cursing in his mind and cannot understand what is happening now.

"This guy looks quite interesting. He won't be too boring in the future." The epidemic doctor said.

Lorenzo held his breath. He didn't know what to say or how to describe his mood at the moment. He just stared at the doctor, who smiled hatefully at him.

Finally, Lorenzo sighed, put away his nail sword, and stared at the doctor in silence, never leaving him.

"After one goal ends, you should set up a new goal...Isn't that what life is like? It is supported by countless goals one after another."

The plague doctor slowly retreated with the symbiotic secret keeper until he reached the edge of the platform.

"It's time for you to go, Holmes."

After glancing at Lorenzo, his six scarlet eyes turned to look at the darkness below, and the plague doctor murmured softly.

"And it's time for me to go."

Jump down and sink into the darkness.

During the fall, the flesh and blood began to swell, explode, and countless scarlet tentacles burst out. They were like spider webs, woven in the darkness. Even the surging power of defeat could not stop the proliferation of flesh and blood. With the blessing of Power Yanar

Next, this will be almost immortal flesh and blood.

Huge and twisted sarcoma swelled, filling the darkness below in an instant, rolling up the room together with dust and dead bones, until the sound of heartbeats at different frequencies could be heard in each of the distorted flesh masses.

This is a big tree made of flesh and blood, rooted deeply in the darkness, with two blurry faces appearing on the wrinkled and twisted trunk.

They have been sublimated and cared for, continuing the responsibility of shelter in a new way.

"You are really greedy, epidemic doctor."

Lorenzo took one last look at the new Keeper of Secrets, turned around and left without looking back.

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