Ember Gun

  Chapter 279 The Key of Sublimation

  Lorenzo is a person who rarely remembers the past. For him, his first half of his life was not good. It was covered by the gloom and blood. Only a few reassuring spots of light have long since dimmed.

  So the memory is of no use, so there is no need to remember.

  Walking in the corridor of memory, Lorenzo is sometimes happy and sometimes sad. The dust is scattered in the dim light, shining like stars.

Sometimes he was too devoted to his life, devoting himself to the hunting of demons, immersed in a state of selflessness, until even the beauty he had briefly possessed was forgotten, but now he thinks of it differently. feel.

   "It's so long...Do I have so many memories?"

  Lorenzo stopped suddenly, looking at the promenade extending into the end of his sight, he was also a little puzzled.

  Herkeley explained that memory is an abstract concept without a specific form, and the same is true for the memory palace derived from it, not bound by common sense, just like a bizarre illusion.

The promenade began to twist, Lorenzo was wary, but still stood steadily on the spot, and then the ground began to collapse, but it was not the kind of irregular fragmentation, it seemed that it was cut by sharp blades, they were neat It cracked and turned into piece after piece of quaintly carved rock.

  A door of memory was erected on each huge rock, and then they began to fall one by one, rotating and extending in a spiral shape, until the huge staircase stretched out into the darkest abyss, which could not be peeped.

  Lorenzo stood on the edge of the rock, looking below the deep darkness, without any light, looking over his head, that was his route when he came, the door to the outside of the palace was open, and the lights inside the door were bright.

  This is no longer an artificially excavated space, but a palace cast by that psychedelic will. This place is like an abyss, with countless rocks holding the gate, suspended in the abyss.

After a brief hesitation, Lorenzo chose to continue downward. Perhaps this was a hint from his subconscious mind. All those forgotten were left at will and fell to the bottom of the abyss. He continued to move forward, following his Passing by, one door after another opened, and memories swallowed him like a tide.

   "We are about to implant secret blood...047."

  042 lying on the soft grass, squinting, looking up at the blue sky, the breeze blowing across his body, it seems that there are invisible hands hugging him.

"what happened?"

  047 sits in the shade of the tree beside him, he is reading, there is never a shortage of books around this guy.

"Are not you afraid?"

  042 asked curiously, the sun was dazzling, and he could only squint slightly, unable to open it.

   "They said that implanting secret blood will kill people, we will all die, and there is a high probability that we will die."

  042 sat up and looked at 047 in the shade of the tree. Someone ran past him, a group of children like 042.

Normally they have little freedom at all, but with the advancement of the secret blood implantation, the priest's supervision of them is much looser. Some children think that the old-fashioned priests have finally opened up, but 042 feels that this is more like before death. mercy.

   "No one knows who will survive. Maybe you will die, I will survive, or the other way around... It's like a strange gamble. Close your eyes and bet you can wake up."

  042 stood up, walked to 047's side, and sat together under the shade of the tree.

  "Are you afraid of death?" 047 closed the book and looked at 042.

   "No one is not afraid...Aren't you afraid?"

  042 looked at 047 with suspicion, but the suspicion soon dissipated. In fact, judging by 047's character, he might really not be afraid of death.

   "How do you say?" 047 wanted to comfort this guy, but another said.

   "Don't be so pessimistic, maybe you will survive? And we don't know what the specific situation is, maybe it's just the priest who is scaring us?"

   Suddenly there was a voice, 016 came over from behind the tree, not only her, but also another familiar guy.

   "However, if it's a bet, I suggest you don't do anything to hurt your luck recently."

  011 also walked out after this, he looked at 042 with a smirk, and 042 instantly became vigilant, but thinking of what 011 said, he couldn't help but ask.

   "Luck?"

   "Yes, luck is quantitative, use a little less until it's gone."

   "What is this fallacy?"

  "Don't believe me, I can live by it." 011 said.

  042 was a little bored, "Then you must be dead, you gambled so much before."

011 is a gambler in this group of children. Of course, he is not a serious gambler. He likes to gamble with everyone for dinner. The rewards of the priests, some of which are of little value, but are very precious to this group of children, and strange. This guy will never lose, he wins every bet.

  “There is also a difference between gambling and gambling 042. Both of you and I are not called gambling. It can only be said that it is a unilateral deception. It takes no luck at all.”

  011 waved his hand, "Who calls you too stupid."

  042 immediately wanted to get up and beat this guy, but 011's movements were so vigorous, 042 couldn't catch this slippery guy at all.

   Immediately afterwards, flames spread over the grass, and dead bodies piled up into hills.

   "You still lost the bet...011."

  Lorenzo couldn't help but said, past those memories, and continue to move down, one after another, the pace is neither fast nor slow.

  To be honest, these past memories have long been blurred. If it were not for this memory palace, Lorenzo might not be able to recall so clearly, those who have long since died, those things that have long been forgotten.

  But suddenly a door attracted his attention. Unlike the others, it did not open actively because of Lorenzo's arrival. It was closed tightly. The wooden door seemed to have been burned by the fire, and the surface was carbonized and cracked.

Lorenzo stopped in front of this door, hesitated for a moment, and pushed hard, as if to push away a rock, until there was a slight gap in between, and behind the gap revealed death, and gray dust overflowed. , As if the ashes of the dead after burning out.

Suddenly he knew what this door was. Everyone had painful memories, and those painful memories were subconsciously judged as bad. Recalling that it would bring a burden to themselves, they were deliberately forgotten until they fell. Dusty.

   Obviously this was a deliberately forgotten past, but the door opened when Lorenzo realized it.

Lorenzo didn't have time to make any preparations. Then the stinging pain covered his whole body, and then countless arms stretched out from behind the door. They were pale in color with fishy blood stains, and painful murmurs echoed in the meantime. Drag Lorenzo into the world behind the door.

In the pain of tearing, an unknown liquid poured into Lorenzo’s nose and mouth. He coughed in pain and struggled hard, but his countless arms locked him tightly like a cage, and the cold from The wound penetrated into the body, and a melodious whale sound came from his ears.

  ……

   "Why... what's going on?"

  Herkeley panicked. He looked at Lorenzo in front of him, not knowing what to do for a while.

  At first everything went smoothly. With the smoke of the bellflower, Lorenzo fell asleep deeply, his consciousness was between awake and coma, to spy on the palace of memories.

In fact, it's like hypnosis. Lorenzo seemed to have successfully entered the palace of memory after closing his eyes. This guy smiled gently from time to time, happy for a while, sad for a while, these expressions were a little vague in the dim, but Helke I still see it clearly.

  He was holding time, the time for the first entry should not be too long, and just when he was about to wake Lorenzo, the change suddenly occurred, Lorenzo closed his eyes and whispered in a low voice, as if he was suffering a cruel punishment.

  This is not what will happen to explore the memory palace at all, and Hercule's head is blank.

Lorenzo fell to the ground, his body curled into a ball, twitching in pain, the cyan blood vessels were clearly visible, his hands beat the ground hard, his sharp nails left a shallow white mark on it. .

   "Luo...Lorenzo!"

Hercule tried to wake him up, but Lorenzo was like a beast that lost his mind at the moment. He couldn't hear his call at all. He tore himself hard, and in a blink of an eye his upper body was bloody. Something is in his body, and he wants to drive it out like a madman.

   "Damn! Damn!"

  Herkery cursed a few times. It was obvious that he could not wake Lorenzo, and leaned against the door a little bit fearfully, thinking about what to do next.

  Lorenzo is a terrible guy. From the fact that he killed so many people with a spoon, it can be seen that this guy is extremely dangerous, and now Herculi is locked up with a crazy version of Lorenzo.

   Judging from Lorenzo's self-harm behavior at this moment, he really has no reason to speak of. Hercule has no time to describe his thoughts at the moment, and can only say aloud.

"Feel sorry!"

  Herkeley escaped from the secret room as he spoke. He didn't dare to stay there for half a minute. With his small body, Lorenzo could really tear him alive.

  He then closed the door of the secret room, perhaps afraid that Lorenzo would rush out, he moved into the closet again, pressed the door tightly, and then took out a shotgun from another room, watching all this with palpitation.

Hercule is not pursuing the experienced knights in the organs. He can't panic. What he's doing now is just psychological comfort. He doesn't think these things can stop Lorenzo who is out of control, but he still promises Lorenzo a little bit. confidence.

  "You won’t be so crazy, are you..."

  Lorenzo in the Chamber of Secrets whimpered. He opened his eyes, but his pupils were bloodshot, and he had not escaped from the memory.

  In his memory, he was lying in a cold place, with a pure white light falling, but he was fainted by the tears in his eyes and turned into a large spot of light.

  Pain came from every part of his body. He tried to struggle, and he might only raise his head slightly, and then saw his battered body.

Although the picture is blurry, Lorenzo can distinguish it. The white steel nails nailed him to death. There are countless infusion tubes connected to him. The blood is circulated externally, and the entire chest is cut open. It is firm. His bones also shattered, revealing the beating heart.

  This seems to be a funeral, but it is more like a torture. There are countless black shadows surrounding themselves, they reach out their hands and cut back and forth on their bodies, while still whispering.

   "Increase the anesthetic, he can't wake up yet."

  "Start typing secret blood..."

  "Prepare to tie the silver bolt, first install it from the chest."

  The sonorous iron scream continued, and the bone pain that followed, in the end only sluggish numbness was left.

Lorenzo once thought that he did not remember the process of implanting the secret blood. In fact, he did. He woke up briefly during the operation, and those vague memories have been hidden in the deepest part of his memory. Forgetting deliberately.

  But just as it was dim, another familiar voice sounded. The owner of the voice was so old, like a shriveled corpse.

   "Inject it together."

  The old man walked out of the darkness, and under the pure white light, he also turned into a member of the dark shadow.

   "But... he might die. The implantation of the secret blood has already made him very difficult." Someone said.

But the old man didn’t pay attention to his meaning, but was silent. His turbid eyes reflected the twisted body. The whole body was completely cut, like a cruel vivisection, he could clearly see his internal organs. And those bones that were pale in the light.

  "This is the key, the key to sublimation."

  The old man said like this, as if he was chanting an ancient mantra, completely ignoring the persuasion of the people around him, and piercing an injection into the infusion tube, letting it pour into his body along with the scarlet liquid.

"No, no! He will die! We...no, you don't have the materials to prepare for the next ceremony!" the man said, "we have lost control of the church...this is the last thing we can call The blood of the Holy Grail!"

   "But if he can't bear this, we also don't have time to wait for the next ceremony, right?"

  The old man asked rhetorically, he has lived for too long, until death has been wandering by his side, ready to wield the deadly sickle and take away the lingering soul.

   "Hold on to the child, you will be my continuation."

  The rough palm of his hand pressed against the boy's face. It was obviously such a cruel act, but the boy's face did not have the slightest pain. He seemed to be asleep, with an innocent expression on his face.

  "Continue...We extract powerful blood from the monster's body, but in order to make people able to withstand this, we continue to deteriorate that powerful blood...After all, the secret blood is only the sacred defective product."

   "He... will die."

  The man looked at all of this with a little sadness. The people nearby were ready, and some even pulled out the nail sword. Maybe the boy could never wake up anymore and was replaced by a crazy monster.

  But the old man didn't care about this. He lowered his head, and Lorenzo could barely see his face in the vague sight.

  He chanted the hymn softly, and the old song was melodious, soothing the tortured souls like a lullaby.

"It's you?"

  Lorenzo recalled the old man's name.

As the secret blood flowed through the body, the dying body miraculously resisted the crazy erosion. No stitching was needed. The terrifying vitality was given to this body. The flesh and blood squirmed and healed together, turning the silvery white His bones are also wrapped in flesh and blood.

   "Yes... that's it, kid."

  Many years ago, in a dark corner, Lorenzo Medici gently stroked the child's cheek, humming an ancient solemn tune.

  (End of this chapter)