"According to records from previous years, the rainy season in Old Dunling will end soon, but it is often near the end that the rain is the heaviest. Please pay attention to safety, Old Dunling residents..."
A man's voice was heard from the radio at midnight. The voice was transmitted through a machine. Perhaps the rainstorm and thunder interfered with the signal, and his voice had a noisy electric sound.
Lorenzo lay quietly in bed. The purification agency did not restrict his freedom too much. Perhaps they knew that if he did not cooperate, their restrictions would be useless. If he continued to be tough, it would only provoke conflicts between him and the other party.
He was wearing a clean white hospital gown and the deadly weapons had been put away. According to Arthur, tomorrow would be the official start of research on the pseudo-Holy Grail. This unknowable thing might be clearly revealed to everyone for the first time.
But Lorenzo felt vaguely uneasy, he couldn't put his finger on it. Lorenzo was also very curious about the nature of the fake Holy Grail. To some extent, he had now reached an agreement with the Purification Agency, but those guys had not yet revealed their next intentions. The Protestant Order was not a good group of people. They would not do good things without asking for anything in return. They must be planning something, as well as Lawrence's remnants.
"Watson..."
That ominous woman, the incarnation of the false Holy Grail, had disappeared from his consciousness along with 047 for a long time.
Lorenzo felt a little scared, but also happy. If the existence of the fake Holy Grail was verified in tomorrow's test, then Lorenzo would still be the excellent jailer, still guarding the dark door until now. But if the fake Holy Grail did not exist, and escaped at a time that Lorenzo did not even remember, although it was a dereliction of duty, Lorenzo could use this condition to counterattack Moriarty and prove himself.
The flame of revenge burned fiercely in Lorenzo's heart. He would not give in easily. He had to make Moriarty and the Protestant Order pay the price. Perhaps he was too accustomed to using force, so many people forgot that Lorenzo was also an extremely cunning guy.
Every player is ready, and Montenegro Hospital is the final gambling table.
There were sounds of footsteps outside the porch, and from time to time there were the sounds of machinery and the patient's screams.
Lorenzo was not quite sure about the specific classification of the Black Mountain Hospital, but judging from the way the medical staff looked at him, his admission level should be the highest one. The other patients on this floor were at the same level as Lorenzo. Because of mental breakdown, these patients were extremely aggressive, but for the sake of research, the doctors could not perform prefrontal lobotomy on them and turn them into idiots.
If nothing unexpected happens, Sig and Joey are also imprisoned here.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo climbed up from the bed and was about to leave, but at this time someone knocked on the door. After a few knocks, the man pushed the door open and walked in.
There was a gleam in his eyes behind the lenses, and he had a harmonious yet strange smile.
"You look well, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."
In an instant, the secret blood surged up, and Lorenzo stood up like thunder and slammed heavily into Moriarty, strangling his throat tightly.
"It's not an illusion?"