Hercule raised his shotgun and pointed it at the door of the secret room behind the wardrobe. A whimpering growl came from inside, as if a monster was imprisoned there. It slammed the cage hard, and the whole wardrobe shook as well, as if the monster would be free in the next second.
Hercule swallowed and became extremely nervous, but the chinchilla named Poirot was totally unaware of the seriousness of the problem and was running around all over the floor, thinking that Hercule was playing some game with it.
Hercules was a vigilant man. Since the shipwreck, he had gained this strange power. His superhuman intelligence made him realize his own danger, so he had been living behind the scenes for a long time. Everyone knew about the illusory Rat King, but no one had seen Hercules who was pulling the strings.
He was very strong, but not physically strong. Hercule was also hesitating whether to escape through the secret passage now, but he was still a little worried about leaving Lorenzo here in this state.
But suddenly the crashing sounds disappeared and everything became quiet.
A ghostly singing voice rang out in the silence that no one dared to disturb, from behind the door. The voice was a little hoarse, and he sang softly according to the vague melody in his memory. It seemed like he was singing again after a long time, and he felt a little unfamiliar with it, whispering the ancient tune.
Hercule was in no mood to listen to all that at the moment. He held the shotgun tightly. Immediately after the ancient song was played, there was another violent shaking from behind the door. The door was pushed open, and the heavy wardrobe was slowly moved, revealing a dark gap underneath.
Hercule's identity as a former police officer enabled him to remain calm in this extreme tension. He stared at the dark gap and was mentally prepared. If a monster came out, he would pull the trigger. If it was Lorenzo who came out, he would kick him hard and ask him what was wrong with him.
But the person who came out last was beyond his expectation. He was a dispirited guy, humming a strange song. His upper body was covered with bloody scratches and his hands were also scarlet. He looked at Hercule, then slowly sat down against the door frame.
This strange scene lasted for a long time, until Lorenzo finally finished humming the tune from deep in his memories.
"I'm sorry I scared you," Lorenzo said.
Hercule didn't care about all this and slowly loosened his grip on the shotgun. He could feel the difference in Lorenzo at this moment.
"what happened?"
Hercule was not like Lorenzo when he browsed the memory palace. Even those cruelest and darkest memories, when he looked back on them, were just a little sad, far from crazy.
"I… I have problems with my memory."
Lorenzo suddenly realized the problem, but he did not tell Hercule about it.
Memories of the past gradually became clearer, and a memory that was completely unfamiliar to me emerged.
According to Lorenzo's recollection, he and 047 became Medanzo Demon Hunters together and had never been separated. In the memory just now, he saw the old man, the old man named Lorenzo Medici.
They have the same name... Wait...