It was like a strange meeting, in the narrow kitchen, among the pots and pans, there were two people and a rat.
Kamu was still mopping the floor, and the water flushed again and again, finally washing away the bloodstains, just like what was often done in the lower city. He carried the dead people with great effort and threw them into the Thames not far away. He didn't know where they would fall, but they wouldn't be an eyesore here anyway.
From time to time, gunshots were heard, and those who were still alive were killed and thrown into the river. Judging from Kamu's skillful movements, this kind of thing had happened more than once.
In the kitchen, Lorenzo looked at the excited Hercule, and after a brief hesitation, he stretched out his hand and shook it with his.
This is a harmless guy. Just as he said himself, Hercule has to take a breath when running, but at the same time he is so dangerous. His weird calculation and control, his ability to deduce the whole story of the incident, does not rely on extraordinary power, but only on a strong enough memory and deductive ability.
"So how did the other bad rats do it? How did your organization connect and preserve the data?"
"It's very simple. I trained the mice. Different colors represent different situations and signs. As for information and intelligence, this kind of memory is not impossible to copy. With a certain amount of training, ordinary people can become like me. Of course, they may not be able to reach my level."
He pointed to his head again and spoke seriously.
“Train yourself, build your own archive and memory palace in your mind, and put everything you need in it.”
"Want to learn? Mr. Holmes, I can see your curiosity. With your intelligence, you will learn quickly."
Lorenzo did not rush to reply. He just observed this somewhat excited man. He began to find the incident interesting.
He has experienced too many extraordinary events, and it can even be said that Lorenzo himself is the embodiment of the extraordinary, with secret blood flowing in his body. So when many things go beyond ordinary human logic, he will think of demons or something more complicated, but Lorenzo never thought that the final truth would be so simple.
All of this is just one person's interpretation. He integrated one story after another from the huge amount of information and finally found the loopholes between them.
If Lorenzo had not seen those outrageous things, I am afraid no one would believe Hercule's words. Everyone might think that his mental illness has relapsed and send him to a sanatorium.
"You've made me realize the limits of mortals."
"But the upper limit of mortals is always immeasurable, isn't it? Just like this city." Hercule replied.
"Too many people live in this city where steel and miracles coexist. The longer they live, the more awed they become. But they never thought that every inch and every piece of this place was built by mortals in the past."
Lorenzo didn't say anything, but today's conversation with Hercule had already made him think too much.
"So you've done all this, searched for 'us' for so long, and now you're confessing everything, what do you want?"
Lorenzo asked again.