The sun is shining brightly and there are no clouds in the sky.
The soft sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and filled the man's face. The warm brightness woke him up from his deep sleep.
He got up slightly confused, feeling a slight sting in his mind.
It's always been like this recently. He's been like this since the rare natural disaster in Old Dunling. His memory has become somewhat degraded. Every time he wakes up, he feels very tired and has a headache.
He felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and subconsciously attributed these "abnormalities" to his old age and the sequelae of alcoholism.
"Ah... what a terrible rainstorm."
The man sighed, remembering the almost endless rainstorm again, but in his heart he was only left with awe and fear of the disaster, but he couldn't remember the specific details at all.
However, the "Queen's Daily" recently reported such a thing. They said that after people escape from bad memories, they will instinctively forget these memories to protect themselves.
It sounds reasonable to men, after all, no one wants to remember these bad things all the time.
There was a rustling sound of electricity in the warm room. The man leaned aside and turned on the radio, only to hear the sound of an announcement coming from inside.
"Good morning, listeners!"
A hearty voice sounded, and the man stood up and put on his clothes while listening to the sound of the radio.
"After the official review and report, I believe everyone has a preliminary understanding of the disaster in Old Dunling half a month ago. The abnormal weather caused heavy rains and the rise of the Thames River, and due to the underground New Year's Eve in Old Dunling
Plumbing systems that have long been in disrepair, etc…”
"I just said that the old Dunling should be renovated. Those facilities have been in use for many years, and most of them are aging."
The man complained.
The aging pipe systems failed to hold up in the disaster, and they were crippled and exploded, causing steam explosions in the streets, which, like a chain reaction, caused other accidents and disasters.
Therefore, the streets of Old Dunling were in chaos, and several blocks were seriously damaged. The worst thing was that these accidents interfered with the mechanical institute. The official sealed the mechanical institute, but judging from the information revealed, the mechanical institute was also seriously damaged.
"The city hall apologizes for this and will hold relevant personnel accountable. The Platinum Palace stated that it will start renovating various systems in the old Dunling in the near future to prevent similar disasters from happening again."
After hearing this, the anger on the man's face calmed down a bit.
There are not only bad things in disasters, but also glorious ones. He turned his head and looked at the woman who was still sleeping on the bed, and couldn't help but smile on his face.
Buscaro and his wife met in that rainstorm. He originally wanted to talk to her to see if there was a chance to come back, but the rainstorm ruined everything... and it seemed like there wasn't.
He still remembers escaping from a heavy rain, being reunited with his wife with the help of a group of people, and then huddled in a crowded hall waiting for rescue.
What a fun adventure...
Thinking of this, Buscaro frowned. For him, the only regret was that he couldn't remember clearly. He remembered that there were obviously other people following him in the rainstorm, but no matter what,
He just couldn't remember what those people looked like.
Like an elusive dream.
"what are you thinking about?"
A lazy voice sounded, and the woman woke up. She looked at Buscaro with a smile.
In her memory, the man was a terrible and boring person. Apart from work, he would drink and sleep soundly. But after the separation, he seemed to have really changed himself and became full of confidence and courage. Even the heavy rain could not stop him from moving forward, so she decided to continue
Give him a chance.
"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something I can't remember."
Buscaro smiled at him, and the woman stood up and brushed his face.
"Go quickly, this is your first day at work."
"I know, I know, I haven't practiced medicine for a long time, and I don't know if I'm unfamiliar with it."
Buscaro laughed heartily. Sometimes he almost forgot that he was still a doctor.
The woman said goodbye to him and opened the door. The clear sky came into view, so vast and comforting.
Buscaro finally followed the woman and left the Iron Curtain of Old Dunling. He felt that life in the countryside was quite good, quiet and far away, just like the stories in the book.
He walked onto the tree-lined path, and his figure gradually blurred and disappeared.
…
"Doctor, how long until I can be discharged from hospital?"
Rhodes raised his head and said to the nurse beside him. The nurse looked very busy and ignored him at all. He walked away. Seeing this, Rhodes sighed helplessly and leaned back on the pillow.
As a member of the purification agency, he was certain that something must have happened, but he couldn't remember clearly.
This reminded him of a legend within the purge agency. It was said that after certain major events, the purge agency would overwrite the memories of those involved to ensure that nightmares were covered up.
Rhodes tried hard to recall the rainstorm, but some of his memories were just hazy.
It was like a fog that was difficult to see through. Countless figures flashed behind the fog, accompanied by vague voices. No matter how hard Rhode tried, it was difficult to see a single bit clearly.
Could it be that... I am also a participant?
Such thoughts came to Rhodes' mind, but he soon shook his head vigorously and threw all these things behind him.
He was just a civilian. If he really needed to cleanse his memory, given the horror of that incident, how could he participate in it?
With a long sigh, Rhodes looked at the ceiling of the hospital, trying hard to sort through his memories.
He remembered that he participated in a secret activity and went to meet a guest from Jiuxia. He remembered that it was at a secret military port. That foreigner from Jiuxia was... who was he from?
Rhodes couldn't remember clearly, and his next memory was of the arrival of the Jiuxia Mission. He led them around as a translator, and then encountered that rare storm.
The rain was more ferocious than what it had experienced last year, and even caused the Thames River to become agitated. They surged onto the streets and invaded the ground. The old pipes burst one after another, causing greater disasters due to repeated damage.
In Rhode's memory, this is how things happened. When he was evacuating the guests of Jiuxia, he was hit on the head by gravel and passed out. He was in the hospital when he woke up.
Looking at the other hospital beds, everyone had the same confused look as Rhodes. They had been chatting and comparing their confessions in the past few days, but they didn't find anything extra. The heavy rain seemed to be pouring into their minds.
Dilute all memories and blur them.
"ah……"
Rhodes sighed again. In fact, he rarely digs into such corners to pursue his memories, but he always feels vaguely that he seems to have forgotten something, something very important.
Climbing off the hospital bed, he walked out of the corridor. Rhodes felt that he was now under house arrest in the hospital. After several days of resistance, the nurses finally made some concessions and allowed him to take a walk every day.
He walked to the small garden and hid under the shade of a tree for a while. Then he walked far away and saw a pure white ocean.
Countless white flowers were swaying, and they were connected together, covering the soil.
Rhodes walked over curiously and stood by the sea of flowers. Then the wind blew, and they pushed away the white flowers, revealing the tombstone underneath. This sudden corner made Rhodes feel cold in his heart.
Then more flowers spread out, revealing nameless tombstones one after another.
This is the cemetery, and then Rhodes remembered that this is the unnamed cemetery in the Black Mountain Hospital. The purification agencies often hold funerals here, but the deceased usually do not have their own names.
Rhodes felt panicked when he entered here by mistake. He could see that some of the tombstones were very new, as if they had just been erected a few days ago.
Are they the ones who died in the rainstorm?
Rhodes thought this, his heart slowly calmed down, and then another person came over.
The woman stood on the tombstone. She put down a bouquet of light blue flowers, which looked so clear in the white ocean. Rhodes looked over, his eyes slightly stagnant.
"Um?"
The woman also looked over, probably seeing Rhode's slightly funny expression, and she also had a faint smile on her face.
"Nine...Nine Xia people?"
Rhodes glanced at the woman and couldn't help but ask.
The woman felt very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where she was. Since the heavy rain, his memory in the past month seemed very confusing. He even wondered if his head was broken by gravel.
.
There is no such stranger in Jiuxia's mission, or is there more to the mission than what he sees?
The smile on the woman's face grew wider, and then she spoke slowly.
"It's also expected."
Rhodes felt that the woman's words had another meaning, so he asked.
"you know me?"
The woman just kept smiling, neither affirming nor denying.
Rhodes, the unlucky guy, has no resistance to antimemes. He has forgotten more than he expected. Under Watson's interference, he seems to have gone through a completely different life than what Sa Liangxi expected.
moon.
Sa Liang Xi looked at the silent cemetery. Like Rhodes, she also forgot something, but the difference was that Sa Liang Xi did not forget as much as Rhodes. She still remembered Rhodes, but only
I don’t remember the day when the heavy rain came.
As Anonymous, she knew exactly why. Her memory was erased, and Sa Liangxi was not panicked. As Anonymous, she had experienced this kind of thing a lot. This time, she could still realize that she had forgotten it. Sometimes she even
Not aware of this situation.
The atmosphere fell into silence, and no one wanted to break it, as if they were mourning the forgotten souls.
After a long time, Rhode suppressed his curiosity about this mysterious stranger, but then he saw the blue flower she put down. The flower seemed to be filled with magic. Just looking at it made him feel a sense of peace.
"What kind of flower is this?" Rod asked.
"Do not forget me."
"oh……"
Rhodes seemed very reserved and was silent for a while. He finally plucked up the courage to pursue the mysterious sense of unknown in his mind. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the woman say.
"Sa Liang Xi, my name is Sa Liang Xi, Rhodes."
"oh……"
Just as the volcano was about to erupt, it was blocked back. Although it achieved its goal, Rhodes still felt a little strange. In confusion, Rhodes suddenly remembered that Sa Liangxi said his name.
"You still know me after all!"
Rhodes shouted, and the response was a burst of laughter. He was like a mouse being played with.
After laughing, Sa Liangxi rubbed her eyes vigorously, and then took a long breath. She did forget something. It might be a very bad nightmare, but there was another voice in her heart. She guessed that someone would remember...
I just don't know.
"No one is ever completely forgotten..."
She muttered.
…
121A Cork Street, Winchester Office.
Perhaps luckily among misfortunes, the office did not suffer any damage during the storm and remained standing. However, the rain was too heavy and water flooded into the house, soaking the floor.
Lorenzo moved the bench to the rooftop, basking in the sun and listening to the sound of decoration coming from downstairs.
His right arm was covered with bandages, which may have been directly affected by the "Forgotten River". Lorenzo's own self-healing power couldn't do much this time, so he could only wait for it to heal slowly.
"What a beautiful scenery."
Lorenzo sighed, grabbed the wine bottle on the small table nearby, and started drinking heavily on himself in broad daylight.
There was some noise in the street, and some people gathered together and shouted something.
"The truth must not be like this! They must be hiding something!" The leading man shouted to the people, "I saw it! Those monsters! It was the monsters who did all this!"
Some of the people below were curious, and some were moved by him and shouted together with righteous indignation.
Sure enough, no matter how strict the handling is, there will always be a few fish that slip through the net. After all, if you want to completely cover up something, it will leave a mark no matter what, unless it never happened at all.
Lorenzo didn't care about this, anyway, he guessed that these people would be visited by the scavengers at night, and then their memories would be integrated with the public, and they would continue to protect this dark and dirty secret.
Things like this keep happening secretly, and I heard that the scavengers are almost going crazy these days.
"How are you?"
A voice sounded from behind, and Watson came over, concerned about Lorenzo's condition.
"Fortunately, [Forgotten River] only affected my body."
Lorenzo waved his bandaged arm. It was not unusable, but every time he waved it, he felt a stab of pain.
Watson stood beside Lorenzo and listened to Lorenzo sigh.
"We have finally solved these two big troubles. As long as we destroy the thing under the Well of Sublimation, we can completely get rid of this dark fate."
"Do you think we'll succeed?"
"I think... who knows? But you have to give it a try, and as you can see, Adren has personally verified it for us."
Lorenzo looked at his arm, and the pain in it transcended his body and directly affected his consciousness.
"Antimemes seem to be superimposed, and layers of [Lethe River] were superimposed on each other. Until I swung the last sword, [Lethe River] reached the threshold and completely crushed Roger."
Lorenzo recalled another figure.
"You also remember what the Keeper of Secrets said. In the final battle, they devoted all their energy to [Final Echo], but they failed to completely banish it. They only made it fall into a long sleep..."
"You mean?"
Lorenzo looked at Watson, as if he could see the soul deep inside her body.
"Perhaps they almost succeeded, they devoted everything...but not actually everything, they have one [Final Echo] left, and we will make up for the last few years before this after so many years.
One sword."
Watson thought, just like Lorenzo said, this might be feasible. If so, they really have a chance to end it all.
Looking at Lorenzo, Watson was about to say something when he saw an extremely twisted and weird face.
Lorenzo was smiling, bathing in the sunshine, showing a ferocious smile of extreme hatred that only a demon could possess.
"What are you laughing at, Lorenzo?"
Lorenzo looked at Watson and locked eyes with her.
"It's finally over, Watson, all of this..."
He sighed, as if he wanted to spit out his soul, and the expression on his face fell into a peaceful calm.
"What a long war..."
The summary at the end of the paper will be posted tomorrow.