Ember Gun

  Chapter 576 Forgotten

  This is the first few days and nights since the departure? Froggy couldn't remember, he just stared at the rising day in the distance, feeling the warm sunlight, illuminating his figure into gray.

   "Why do you desire so much?"

  Vague auditory hallucinations sounded in his ears, and it seemed that a woman was asking something.

   "What is on the other side of the sea, is it really important? After all, it's just another boring sea, so why devote your life to it?"

  The woman rubbed Frocky's face lightly, trying to smooth his frowning brows, but no matter how hard she tried, Frocky remained stern, and these wrinkles were carved on her face like scars.

  Frocky moved forward with difficulty, and Lorenzo and the Epidemic Doctor could be seen in front of him. The rope connected them together to ensure that the other party was within sight.

  His skin began to crack, and women's light sounded constantly in his ears.

Frocky knew that this was a sign of being affected by power. In Lorenzo's words, antimeme can actually be understood as a reverse "erosion." If you understand it this way, Frocky will not Feel surprised.

  Fortunately, now he only heard the chaotic auditory hallucinations, and no hallucinations appeared in his eyes.

   may also be the influence of antimemetic. Froki’s discovery of his alienation has been delayed a lot. He doesn’t know if this is good or bad, but at least his life expectancy is longer than before.

   "It's so difficult..."

Froquima stopped and looked at the surrounding scenery. Under the influence of all these, coupled with the dull and boring scenery all around, Froggy had faintly lost his sense of time and his cognition began to blur. Some can't remember how long they have been going forward.

   is probably only a few hours, or a few days, dozens of days.

  The memory began to fade, becoming the same as the world before me, only a monotonous gray.

  There was a dazzling glow everywhere, which made people feel at ease, but after seeing so much, Frocky felt that this place had become a pure white hell.

  This is a never-ending journey. They will keep moving forward, but they will not die. They will always wander in this white desert.

Flocky thought, the rope in front of him was pulled to the maximum length, and it was tightened to bring tension, and he moved his leg mechanically, following the already blurred back, and at the same time, the voice of the woman next to his ear again Sounded.

   "Do you just want to fill the chart like this?"

  Flo should basically remain silent, but the reality may be too unbearable, and he responded in a ghostly manner.

"if not?"

  This time Froggy responded to the woman's words, and he began to communicate with auditory hallucinations.

   Without waiting for the woman to ask more, Frocky confided all the words buried in his heart.

   "Everyone will die, dead meaningless, even that we are born to be meaningless... But I don't want to, I think the value of judging a person is because of his death, it will contribute to something."

  "Do you want to be the person recorded in history?"

   "Perhaps, but that is too difficult. How many people have left a mark in history?"

   Froggy said sadly.

   "I just hope that my life will have some value, and the value of this kind of thing varies from person to person, doesn't it?"

  Looking at the blurry figure ahead, Froki could barely distinguish between Lorenzo and the Epidemic Doctor.

   "Some things seem to be worthless to others, but they are invaluable to me, probably like this."

   "Your dream is about to come true, and you are about to explore this untouched land... Why do I think you are unhappy?"

  The woman came to Frocky's body, blocked his way, and asked.

  Frocky also stopped. He couldn't see the woman's appearance, and didn't even know whether a woman really existed. He just felt that there was something in front of him that was blocking him.

   "Why not happy? Because all this is meaningless..."

  Frocky sighed for a long time, confided the despair in his heart, and the darkness began to devour him.

  "The end of the world is not unattended. There have long been people who have built high barriers there. My persistence for so many years is just taking the old road."

  He looked forward in confusion, and Froggy didn't know if he would continue to be stubborn.

   "Leave a mark in history? This is even more ridiculous. I don't know how many times this world has reincarnated. No matter how bright the palace is, it has fallen into the ashes."

  Froggy slowly squatted down and pushed away the icy sand, revealing the dark blue ice underneath, reflecting his somewhat distorted and hideous face.

   "There is no such thing as eternity or immortality, everything in the world will disappear.

  The end of all things, and the silence will last forever. "

  The woman let out a mocking laugh, and then disappeared.

  In an instant, the auditory hallucinations in Frocky's mind disappeared, and he found that his palms became gradually stiff.

A huge panic burst in his heart. Froggy lost his consciousness and control of his arm. He was a little flustered and calmed down with his only reason. Before he completely lost consciousness, Frokey grabbed the rope in front of him, but found that The rope has long been broken, and looking forward, Lorenzo and the Epidemic Doctor have long since disappeared.

   "Ah...ah..."

  Frocky wanted to call out their names to call for help, but suddenly he couldn't make any sound, only the sound of sobbing.

  It's not that he couldn't speak, but that Froggy suddenly forgot how to say it. The cognition of "language" in his mind was constantly collapsing, and he was stripped of other cognitions together.

  Frocky didn’t know what was going on, but the warrior’s instincts warned him.

  He tried to move himself, but his feet were like unconscious hands. He didn't listen. He forgot how to walk and could only move on the ground like a maggot.

   pinned his hopes on the black angel following behind, but immediately he saw those huge footprints with the corner of his sight.

  I don’t know when the black angel has passed him, and none of these guys realized Frocky’s fall.

   "Damn..."

  Frocky cursed, and his last words came.

Falling to the ground, Froggy completely lost control of his body. The biological instincts were constantly collapsing and forgotten, so that he fell like a corpse in the snow, with only a slight ups and downs in the chest, still showing his life. The presence.

  But such a Frocky, is he still alive?

Frokey could feel a sickle slashing his body. It was not his flesh and blood that was being cut, but his soul. His past memories were disappearing little by little, and the messages that engraved Frokey's life were caused by rebellion. The mold thus becomes blank.

  This feeling is terrible, it is a desperate obliteration than death.

  Within the scope of antimemetic influence, all information related to "Frocky Wilgardson" is being erased.

  Frocky's soul wailed, but no one could hear his cry, and everything that built the "self" was falling over.

  According to the myth of the Vikings, the three goddesses of fate weave a line of fate for a person, and now Froky’s line of fate has been interrupted, and the power of erasure is coming from the starting point to the end.

Froggy was like standing on a suspended corridor. He stood at the end of the corridor, watching the collapse that spread from the starting point. The cornerstone of his memory was collapsing little by little, falling into the endless abyss below. middle.

  Viking kingdoms, Lingbing Bay, Silent Sea, End of the World, Vikings, Odin, King of Ice Sea...

  The foundation stone continued to disintegrate, and Frocky retreated in horror, but the promenade had come to the end, and he had no way to go back.

   Soon, the collapse of the foundation stone came to his feet.

  The last cornerstone named Frocky Wilgderson also collapsed.

  The man’s eyes were hollow and he lost all his emotions. With the collapse of the foundation stones, he fell into the abyss with these broken foundation stones.

  ……

  In the white ice and snow desert, three tiny figures marched wearily.

  Lorenzo stopped on a high slope. He looked around, then looked at the black angel behind him. The black angel understood Lorenzo's meaning, and soon a bottle of water bottle was thrown over.

   "How long do you think we have to go? Epidemic doctor."

  Lorenzo poured the water from the kettle into his mouth, and then asked the epidemic doctor beside him.

  The epidemic doctor shook his head. He didn't know the answer, so he could only answer casually.

  "Who knows? Maybe we will never reach that place, or we may just cross the next snow slope."

  The epidemic doctor took the water bottle offered by Lorenzo, took off the gas mask, and poured it in according to the hideous blood.

  Looking at the scarlet scene, Lorenzo couldn't help turning his head. He was wondering whether to lose the kettle. Physically, he was indeed a little hard to accept the ghostly appearance of the epidemic doctor.

   "The Epidemic Doctor, in fact, you are just like Lawrence, you are a real bastard, if you can, I really don't want to cooperate with you, and even said that without these **** questions, I would have killed you a long time ago."

  Lorenzo's words were harsh, but his tone was very calm.

  The epidemic doctor smiled and didn't care about Lorenzo's words.

  They have been walking for several days and nights, and no one can tell the specific time when the sense of time is blurred, and they dare not go to sleep, for fear of getting lost in this strange land.

  Fortunately, these monsters don't seem to need much sleep, but in order to maintain concentration, Lorenzo started a conversation with the epidemic doctor.

  The two chatted a lot of messy things, from childhood anecdotes to blood feuds.

Lorenzo has repeatedly shown his intention to kill the epidemic doctor, and the epidemic doctor has repeatedly expressed his indifferent emotions. To be honest, the response of the epidemic doctor made Lorenzo feel very boring, which reminded him of Lawrence. That guy.

  You hate an enemy, you are full of anger, but when you really wield the blade of revenge at him, he doesn't care about it all.

  This is an indescribable sense of frustration.

No... not just like frustration, as the epidemic doctor said to himself before, the epidemic doctor thinks that he is beyond human existence, and the crimes he committed before are not considered to be in his cognition. Crime.

   "A guy like you is really annoying."

  Lorenzo said helplessly, and then stretched to the waist bag behind him, but felt empty.

   "Do you still have Florund's potion?"

  Lorenzo asked the epidemic doctor.

  The epidemic doctor also touched the backpack, it was empty and there was nothing.

  Lorenzo's expression immediately became tense, "When did we run out of potions?"

   "I... can't remember."

  The epidemic doctor also realized the problem, and the scarlet flesh and blood became tense.

  They have always been affected by the power of antimemetic, coupled with this obscured sense of time, they may have used the medicine a few minutes ago, or they may have used the medicine a few hours ago.

  Lorenzo did not know how long they had been exposed to antimemetic influence, and the black angel behind him also understood the situation and reacted immediately.

Watson is the most sober existence among the few people. This is probably the reason why she has a deeper level of sublimation than everyone else. Although she remained silent, Watson has been reporting for Lorenzo in the [interval]. Expressing his sobriety, but also reminding Lorenzo.

  The black angel knelt on one knee, the weapon box was opened, and the materials in it were dumped out. Lorenzo kicked open the sealed iron box, revealing one after another of Florund's potion.

   "Here! Use it now!"

  Lorenzo handed a few medicines to the epidemic doctor, and he directly grabbed several medicines and plunged them into his neck without hesitation.

  I could feel the medicine rushing between the blood vessels. The epidemic doctor also let out a long sigh after the injection, and then raised the empty medicine tube, the epidemic doctor asked curiously.

   "Is this kind of thing really useful? Antimeme should be something that transcends cognition completely for you."

   "Perhaps, I remember that the cleansing mechanism also has antimemetic troops, and Florund's potion is also their standard equipment."

  Lorenzo injected several shots in succession. He couldn't judge how long he was in the "vacuum period". He could only inject as much as possible, and then stop until the body became unwell.

  "This thing is like a black box. I don't know the principle. I can only act like a primitive. I will follow what others do. I pray that it will have some effect."

  Lorenzo asked while looking at the epidemic doctor.

   "How do you feel? Epidemic doctor."

   "It feels nothing, I can't tell the difference before and after the injection."

  The epidemic doctor twisted his neck. He felt that Florund's medicine was useless in helping to resist antimemetics. He felt that this was a meaningless behavior.

   "Of course you can't tell the difference, Epidemic Doctor."

  Lorenzo and the Epidemic Doctor have completely different attitudes. He appears very in awe and treats every step rigorously.

   "I don't think you need to call me an epidemic doctor all the time. This sounds pretty disgusting."

  The epidemic doctor couldn't stand Lorenzo's endless words, but Lorenzo then retorted.

  "This is not to disgust you, but to remind myself." Lorenzo said, stretched out his finger, pointed at the epidemic doctor, and pointed at himself.

   "You are an epidemic doctor, and I am Lorenzo Holmos."

  This repeated call is a deliberate act of Lorenzo. He is strengthening his self-cognition to prevent himself from being forgotten.

   "I don't think you need to be like this, maybe this is not covered by antimeme..."

"Can you perceive the existence of antimeme? Epidemic doctor," Lorenzo said again, "you can't, because it is completely opposite to erosion, erosion is crazy expansion, and antimeme is self-enclosure , You can’t feel its existence, it’s normal."

  He was silent for a short while, and the epidemic doctor could feel the excitement between Lorenzo's words. His mood was a bit wrong, like a beast being stared at by a hunter, panicking.

   "A very simple question."

  Lorenzo looked at the epidemic doctor and raised a finger.

  "Can you remember what you have forgotten? Epidemic doctor."

"I……"

  The epidemic doctor just wanted to answer that he could, but then he realized the absurdity and contradiction of Lorenzo’s question.

  People can’t remember the forgotten things, just like a person doesn’t know and still doesn’t know something.

  The flesh and blood of the Epidemic Doctor's whole body squirmed violently at this moment. He suppressed his breath. Just about to say something, Lorenzo raised his hand and held up the snow in one of his hands.

   "What is this thing?"

  Lorenzo looked at the snow in his hands curiously.

   "These cold... crystals? They will melt when exposed to heat. I don't remember what it is, Epidemic Doctor."

  The epidemic doctor almost screamed, Lorenzo had been affected by antimemetics, and he even began to forget the existence of "Snow".

  Lorenzo noticed the attitude of the epidemic doctor, threw away the snow, and laughed.

   "I know, this is snow, I haven't been affected by it yet."

  The epidemic doctor stunned in place, and then yelled.

   "Holmos! You fucking!"

  If it weren't for the remaining Florund's potion in his hand, the epidemic doctor was really ready to hit Lorenzo.

  "Don't be angry! Don't be angry! I'm just showing what we might encounter. Maybe we will forget not only snow, but also some more important things, and we don't know these changes."

Lorenzo laughed and became serious again. The epidemic doctor also obeyed his words this time. What Lorenzo said was really frightening. The epidemic doctor was about to inject the remaining Florund medicine into it. In the body.

   "You said, we start to write diaries now, is it too late?"

  The epidemic doctor asked. He remembered that they brought pen and paper on this trip. As for why they brought these two items, he couldn't remember. It seemed that Lorenzo was going to draw a road map to lay the cornerstone for future exploration.

  "If it can be solved so easily, the end of the world will not be hidden for so long. Maybe the moment we write the handwriting, we will lose the ability to recognize these handwriting."

  Lorenzo talks about the antimeme in his cognition.

  "Antimemetic is not a substance or an object, it is a piece of information, and infected information will be blocked.

   is like vision.

Humans can observe an object because the light is reflected on the object, reflecting the color of the object and reflecting in our eyes. When the object is infected by antimemetic, even if we see it, we cannot recognize it. exist. "

  Lorenzo remembered the past, he was surprised and happy, he has not forgotten this memory.

  "It's like a person walking by your side. You feel his presence, but your cognition is blocked. You subconsciously recognize it as a turbulent wind."

"wind?"

   "Well, another similar example is a ladder, but I am too lazy to explain so much."

  Lorenzo said, grasping the rope tightly, and lifted it vigorously.

"But don’t listen to it very lightly, Epidemic Doctor. If you are captured by antimeme, I will not be aware of your existence even if we are connected to a rope. I cannot recognize the pulling force from the rope, nor can I Judging your existence from your vision, let alone hearing your voice... I will even lose the memory of you."

   "What do you want to say, Holmes."

  The epidemic doctor was calm, he suddenly felt that Lorenzo said this, it seemed that it was not just to warn himself.

  Lorenzo did not answer immediately, but turned around, looked at the snow covered with footprints behind him, and asked in confusion.

   "I remember... there is another talent right."

  (End of this chapter)