121A Cork Street, Winchester Offices.
Lorenzo has lived in the Perpetual Motion Pump for quite some time. This should be the first time he returns to the office. Although it is just a temporary break, it feels really good to be home.
"So this is your home?"
Shao Liangxi walked around in the office. It was like a big warehouse, filled with a bunch of messy things and debris everywhere. Fortunately, there was still a place to sit.
Hong Jian walked to the corner and sat down. Guys like Hong Jian and Eve, because they came here so many times, they all had their own fixed seats over time.
Several people sat scattered around, enjoying the brief peace.
Shao Liangxi looked around and didn't feel any restraint as a guest at someone else's home. In contrast, Rhodes stood behind Shao Liangxi, looking a little at a loss.
"What are these?"
Shao Liangye glanced at the information on the desk. He could barely understand the words on it.
"Some... story deduction? Anyway, when I have nothing to do, I will just write something. It helps to expand my thinking."
Lorenzo glanced at it and responded casually.
He wrote a lot of random things, most of which were based on different perspectives and different camps, resulting in different approaches to the same event.
Thanks to his early acting training under Oscar, Lorenzo often plays other people based on his understanding of them and speculates on the choices they can make.
The reason why the intelligence was handed over to Lawrence and Edlen was based on these circumstances. It was very risky, but for a gambler like Lorenzo, he felt it was worth a try.
It was also with these that he rethought how to fight against Roger and find a way out of this desperate situation.
“You only wrote half of it?”
Shao Liangye's reading was interrupted. He found that the deductions were basically halfway through and then ended, and he didn't know why.
"Well, because I can't write anymore."
Lorenzo explained, picking up a piece of paper on the ground. There were a few short sentences written in sloppy handwriting on it.
"Can't write anymore?"
"I'm not omniscient and omnipotent. I get stuck in a stalemate while writing. I can't think of how things will develop or even how to break the deadlock."
Lorenzo crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball and threw it far away, hitting Red Falcon on the head.
Hongshun had long been accustomed to Lorenzo's behavior. He might have yelled at him before, but now he was too lazy to pay any attention to Lorenzo. He leaned against the wall with his eyes slightly narrowed.
This is a rare leisure opportunity, and Kestrel wants to enjoy it.
They had just finished their work for the day and had installed anti-memetic weapons at a nearby outpost. Because it was very close to the Winchester office, Lorenzo stopped by to take a look and rest for a while.
Eve was lying on the table beside her, writing a report with her head down. She was very serious and dedicated.
Hong Kusto also mentioned it to Lorenzo several times. He thought that Maluri's bad memories would scare the girl away. It turned out that she was serious and did not join on a whim.
"Can I see it?"