Ember Gun

   Chapter 675

  The storm and heavy rain gradually dissipated, and the old Dunling regained peace, but this calm was full of ruins and corpses, like a battlefield in the last days.

Some citizens took the courage to walk out of the building cautiously, looking at the beautiful scenery after the war, and then more people walked out, but before they could observe more, gray figures surrounded them, scavengers scolded, They rushed back to the sanctuary, and with the arrival of the scavengers, the blue mist followed them.

  The fog is all impenetrable, and it easily penetrates the heavy protections, and it penetrates strangely, while the scavengers keep themselves tightly protected and completely cut off from the fog.

  The citizens who were exposed to the fog calmed down first, and then they felt tired for a while. They fell one after another and fell into a long sleep. At the same time, antimeme attacked them and swallowed their memories.

Such scenes are happening everywhere in the old Dunling. The dense blue clusters are overflowing everywhere, and there are patters of light rain falling. They carry antimemetic substances, purify the city, and also Everyone who is in the drizzle will wash away the nightmare in his mind.

   "So...what about your friends?"

  The woman comforted the child, and whispered softly to the guy looking out the window.

   "Probably...probably still somewhere, fight those monsters."

  Buskalo thought for a while, only to come to this conclusion.

  "Did they bring you?" The woman could see the loss in the man's eyes.

"Yes, but this is also helpless," Buscalo smiled calmly, with a bit of bitterness, "We are people of two worlds, but this crisis happened to make us contact Together."

  Buskalo leaned over and stroked the child's sleeping face lightly.

  The warm feeling came from the fingertips. At this moment, even Buscalo's restless heart stopped.

  He did it. Although it was very bumpy in the middle, he did it.

   "It's an adventure like a dream."

  Buskalo recalled everything in the rainstorm and sighed.

  At the same time, a faint blue mist slowly infiltrated, and unknowingly, many people fell into a peaceful slumber, and they were approaching Buscaro to encircle them.

   "So you forgive me?" Buscalo thought of other things, he looked at the woman, his eyes real.

  The woman hesitated, then smiled, and gently stroked Buscalo’s bald head, combing the messy hairs slightly.

  If it weren't for this damned bald head, it would be really difficult for her to recognize this guy chasing the demon as Buscarlo.

  "You have made a change, so I might as well give you another chance."

  Hearing this, Buscalo let out a satisfying laugh, and his consciousness began to heavier from inhaling the blue mist.

  He really wanted to share this good news with his wonderful friends, but his consciousness was getting deeper and deeper, and those figures gradually blurred and even disappeared.

  Old Dunling fell asleep peacefully, while Watson's will shuttled through it.

  【Survivors who are still active, please arrive at the nearest outpost as soon as possible. 】

  Watson issued instructions to the survivors. The war was over, but the repercussions of the war had not completely dissipated.

  The erosion of old spirits, the corpses of demons, and the cognition of citizens...

  The only thing to be thankful for is that the old Dunling was strictly sealed off. Armed trains followed the railroad tracks, firmly restraining the city and completely isolated from the outside world.

  Watson’s words sounded in the survivors’ minds, and they also changed the direction of action, handing over all the things at hand to the scavengers, and they approached the old spirit.

  Scattered crowds appeared on the street. They were all wounded soldiers, and some original sin armors were moving hard, each step aroused a lot of spray.

They approached the outpost hidden in the streets of Old Dunling. The original sin armor was transported underground by the scavengers’ secret passages. The battle destroyed the bottom of the mourning, but most of the facilities are still in stable operation, which can quickly Earthly remove these hideous machines from the streets of Old Dunling.

The doctors of the Black Mountain Hospital also came out after this fierce war. The battle was mainly concentrated in the Mechanical Hospital. The Black Mountain Hospital, which was deliberately hidden, survived. It is hard not to guess. This was also designed at the beginning. So that the Black Mountain Hospital can treat the soldiers with all their strength.

It's just that this time the doctors are carrying equipment similar to those of the scavengers, with breathing masks on their faces and white isolation suits on them. They are dealing with the wounded soldiers, and soon there is a blue mist that will bring the soldiers too. Swallow together.

  They fell into a peaceful dream, and threw the hellish nightmare into the depths of their memory, buried them, and never had a chance to see the sun again.

  This is a good thing for the soldiers. Not everyone has the courage to face the attack of nightmares and will return to the hellish battlefield again and again in the coming decades.

Of course, these are the most secondary. The real main purpose is to completely eradicate the erosion and linkage of the soldiers. They are fighting Roger and suffering from his erosion. Even if Roger is dead now, they must do their best. Blocking the possibility of linking.

  In a blink of an eye, blue mist and drizzle filled every place of the old Dunling. This was the last step of the plan. Cleaning the battlefield and blocking the continuation of erosion is also the meaning of the existence of the sweeper troops.

  They are mourners hiding in the shadows, and they have buried unknowingly many wicked and treacherous stories.

  ……

   "So where are you taking me?"

Shrike was lying on a swaying stretcher and was lifted off the battlefield by medical staff. His eyes were slightly closed, leaving only a gap. He looked at the blurred world. He was exhausted, and his words were very weak, but he was still stubbornly stubborn. Stay awake.

   "Isn't it the nearest outpost?"

  Shrike continued to mumble, but no one paid any attention to him.

  The doctors provided temporary treatment for him. He cannot die for the time being, but further treatment is needed, but it seems that there is something more important than this treatment.

   There were whispers after another in his ear, and Shrike felt that he was probably carried into a closed room somewhere, isolated from the cold wind and rain, followed by more suspenders and needles buried under the skin.

  He felt something in a daze, the blurred world became clear, and another figure appeared in the corner of the room.

   "Are you the **** of death?"

  Shrike asked, the other party is indeed very much like the death **** in the story, silently, just appearing so abruptly.

"probably."

  Watson walked to the side of the Shrike’s bed, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked his forehead.

"what are you doing?"

  Shrike didn't have the strength to resist. When the doctors saw off the twisted armor and pulled him out of it, he was covered in blood and fractured in many places. Today, the Shrike can breathe, which seems very miraculous.

But soon, the airtight room collapsed, and the wind and snow poured in from the gap. Gradually, the snow-covered world overlapped, and the shrike trembled in the cold wind, and then he found that his injuries had disappeared. The hospital bed under him was also missing, he was in the snow.

"here……"

  Shrike looked around, an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in his heart.

  He remembered where it was, his mind was captured by another terror, and then he looked at Watson on the side and realized the truth.

  "This...this is my [Gap]."

"Um."

   Watson responded calmly.

"what are you up to?"

  As the trigger was triggered, a lot of the memories that Shrike had forgotten were also retrieved. He remembered that there was no intrusion into his [gap] step in the plan.

  "Proceed to the final step of'Mechanical Relief'."

  Wason’s voice does not carry any emotion, as if the Shrike is not facing a living person, but some kind of colder existence.

  "I will use antimemetics to erase your memory...not too much, just to eradicate everything you have experienced with the ‘mechanical descent’ and all the battles you have experienced."

  Shrike was confused at first, and then he seemed to understand something.

   "In order to completely isolate the existence of erosion, isn't it?"

"Um."

  The conversation fell into peace. Shrike took a deep breath. He could understand Watson’s actions. Someone must deal with the echo of this disaster. In order to eradicate everything, they must get rid of Roger’s erosion, even if Roger is dead.

  Erosion connects them with the darkness, and this time the end of darkness is the scarlet eyes.

   "What about the others? Is that the same?" Shrike asked.

"Soldiers will only be subjected to simple antimemetic treatment. They will forget what they have seen and heard on this day. Of course, such large-scale antimemetic effects are so precise that they cannot control them. They may forget more. .

  But don’t worry about them, they just accept the order and then execute it. They don’t know the existence of ‘death jail’ and ‘mechanical descent’. They know very little about it, so they are safe. "

  "Because I know so much, do you come here in person?" Shrike asked again.

   "Similarly, but mainly because you are a high-ranking knight and have certain resistance. Common antimemetic infestations have little effect on you and require targeted treatment."

  Watson responded like a machine.

   "So... you are not only talking to me now, are you? You are still dealing with other people, so busy."

   Shrike pondered, and recalled that, in fact, he had not fought Roger for a long time, not even a day, and when he was lifted out of the armor of Original Sin, the Shrike could still see the sunny sky.

  But it was such a short time, but it seemed so long, steel and flesh, fireworks overflowing, only pure death was left.

   "In other words, no one will remember all this, will they? Those dead, the pain is all over the floor..."

  All of this, just like the history concealed by the Secret Keeper, no one knows, no one remembers.

  Faced with Shrike’s question, Watson nodded mechanically.

  "You should be very clear about this. Even without my participation, the decontamination agency will eventually choose to use this method to make it ‘forgotten’, isn’t it?"

  Shrike was silent, he looked at Watson, and at the world where the snow fell.

  "Please give me some time, let me remember for the last time..."

  Shrike said, with nightmares and death flashing in his mind.

  This is everything he can only do as a mortal, minimal...mourning.

   "But... even if we forget, some people will remember it, right?"

   He asked hopefully, this was like a small and beautiful wish. Even if Watson was deceiving himself, he wanted to get that answer. This might make his restless heart get proper relief.

   "Yes, someone will remember, and no one will be completely forgotten."

Watson assured him.

  Hearing this, Shrike felt a little light as if it had been relieved of its heavy responsibilities.

  The power of antimemetic began to spread, setting off monstrous snowflakes, converging into a gray storm, engulfing everything.

   On the hospital bed, Shrike eased his frowning brows. He fell into a beautiful dream and fell asleep deeply. When he woke up, he would forget all the pain.

Among the ruins on the top of the Dunling Tower, Watson took her attention from the shrike. She looked aside. At some point, Lorenzo had woke up, but his face was still full of unresolvable exhaustion, the ruins Under the shadow of, with all his injuries, he looked at the city surrounded by the blue mist.

  He said nothing.

  Watson looked down the tower, and saw the hazy mist, her long-awaited guests were long overdue.

  She posted more than one message. They would hear completely different voices for different people. There were not only Shrike but also other resistant people who wandered through the old world.

Siu Liangxi looked sad, and followed Rod and Eve by her side, and at the other end, Siu Liangye waded across the water. He was like Siu Liangxi, at the moment the trigger was triggered, he knew Everything.

  And there are more people, Kestrel and Joey, Night Owl, Robin, Blue Emerald...

  All the high-ranking knights of the cleansing mechanism arrived here. They didn't know what was waiting for them next, with doubts and puzzles.

   "Shrike is very resistant...I think they are like this too?"

   Watson said suddenly, breaking the long peace.

   "Probably... Everyone doesn't want to forget anything. Take one from the left and grab the right to turn your life into a bloated one, but after the layers are peeled off, you find that you have very few things."

Lorenzo sighed, recalling those dead faces. They are alive people with a complete and true life track, but now they will be forgotten forever, completely erased, and they will be declared missing to the outside world. The population, the countless stretches of lines, will end in this heavy rain.

  He is also very afraid, afraid to forget, no matter what is forgotten, he is very afraid.

  "So have you decided?" Watson asked.

   "Of course," Lorenzo affirmed, "I hate to forget something. One such thing is enough."

  In the depths of the sea of ​​silence, Lorenzo can be sure that he has indeed forgotten something, perhaps precious, or worthless.

  (End of this chapter)