042 does not exist.
In an instant, all the bones in Lorenzo's body seemed to be pulled out. Without the support of the frame, he sat back on the seat weakly.
I am Medanzo, I am 047, everything that Lorenzo has held on to since the night of the Holy Advent, all the anger, all the sorrow, all the unforgivable things, even Lorenzo Holmes himself...
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable feeling of sadness. Lorenzo had given everything he had to eradicate the demon, but now he was just a fictional existence.
This is all just a crazy fantasy.
Pointless conjecture.
At this moment, there was pity in everyone's eyes, and they seemed to pity this sad soul.
"I know this may be hard to accept, but Mr. Holmes, according to the information you have become a detective in your new life in Old Dunling."
Anthony seemed to have won this round. Lorenzo was a crazy guy who would do anything to achieve his goal. Even if it meant losing both his hands, he would still bite off the enemy's throat. But at this moment, Anthony destroyed everything he had.
"As a detective, you should be aware of the importance of evidence. Now all the evidence proves that 042 does not exist. Your real identity is 047, the demon hunter named Medanzo."
Lorenzo lowered his head, as if looking at the photos of himself.
A long time ago, Lorenzo felt that he looked similar to Medanzo, but now that critical point of similarity has been broken, the two faces overlapped and became crazy.
"There have been similar cases in Montenegro Hospital..."
Merlin suddenly said at this moment, his tone without any emotion.
"A knight was eroded, and the severity of the erosion caused his memory to be dislocated. He forgot who he was. He then lived in a sanatorium for many years. Apart from the amnesia, he was no different from an ordinary person. However, in his long life, he made new friends and a new social circle..."
The lost guy was reflected in his empty eyes. He was like a wild dog with a broken spine.
"He had a new life, but suddenly one day his old self woke up and he remembered everything..."
The calm voice was filled with sadness, as if the person in the story was sitting here at this moment. Another him woke up, tore his chest with his hands, and another bloody head stretched out.
"He has become a completely different person from before. The present and the past have become blurred. He can't even tell who he is at this moment. The woman he loved before he lost his memory already has a family, and after he lost his memory, he lives with a familiar yet strange woman. His life has collapsed, but the murderer is himself..."
"Mr. Holmes, you have been contaminated by the false Holy Grail. Even a demon hunter as strong as you cannot feel the progress of the contamination. You have been swallowed up by the corrosion bit by bit during this long period of time."
Anthony concluded.
Everyone looked at the man with his head bowed. He used to be like an unruly flame that could not be extinguished by either strong winds or heavy rains. But now, this fire was like melting snow, withering away little by little, becoming a tiny ball that could not even illuminate itself.
"The invincible Mr. Holmes has fallen~"