Chapter 1272 1244. Missing
‘Put the curse on his sons, on his grandsons.
On his grandsons, and even on future generations. ’
——
Lan En felt a blur of dizziness.
And in the dizziness, I seemed to hallucinate a deep and calm female voice, saying something like a sentence.
The calm tone does not reflect the emotion of the voice owner. On the contrary, the calmness contains a kind of accepted despair.
Lan En now feels as if he has not been replenished after taking a nap, but is instead feeling groggy and confused.
This feels wrong.
Because there is no doubt that he, who has carried out the Space Marine enhancement surgery to this point, should have the ability to control hormones beyond mortals.
Insomnia and lack of rest are a thing of the past for him.
What's more, although his memory is not very clear, he can be sure that he did not come here from sleep.
A series of thoughts only happen in the blink of an eye.
The implantation of [Song Gland] is not only as simple as allowing the Space Marines to re-develop, but also to regulate hormones.
It can also significantly increase the brain's thinking speed and thinking thread.
In most eras, what is needed on the battlefield are professionals who think calmly and are skilled in tactics, rather than foolhardy young men who act recklessly.
In fact, Lan En's body was in the process of losing control and about to tip over when he reacted.
But after he regained consciousness, his left hand immediately pressed warily on the hilt of the Lake Girl Sword at his waist.
When his right hand was about to hit the ground, he lightly pushed it onto the ground.
With an extremely smooth spin on the ground, Lan En immediately got out of the position of being about to fall, and entered an alert posture that could respond to surrounding threats at any time.
The heavy, bone-white armor on his body caused a heavy wind sound in the process, but it did not affect the lightness and smoothness of the movement itself at all.
The witcher pressed the hilt of the knife with his backhand and scanned the surroundings with a pair of amber cat eyes.
But after a while, his tense muscles began to relax, and his body gradually broke away from the alert posture.
There doesn't seem to be any danger here.
There is no one around.
This seems to be a church.
The building made of large stones looks strong and spectacular. The main altar of the church is covered with a blood-red silk ribbon with complicated gold lines.
On the towering upper walls of the church, there are also many large blood-red silk flags hanging from the flagpoles of the beams.
A unique gold cup is placed on the silk ribbon of the main altar.
It seems to be a ritual item used in prayer.
Several rows of wooden benches were placed in the church for worshipers to pray, but they were currently empty.
At this time, Lan En was standing in the open space between the officiant's pulpit and the believers' benches.
"Qilin and Velvet Ball are not around. Where are they going? They really don't seem to be around me."
Lan En looked around and murmured in a low voice. Frowning in confusion.
He raised his hand and pressed his temple.
He said the conclusion firmly: "I seem to have lost a piece of memory."
Losing a piece of memory is a situation that is enough to make anyone lose their sense of proportion.
Memory is the foundation of personality, and losing memory means that the entire person's personality is no longer stable.
The panic that this state can bring is unimaginable to normal people. This is the source of the constant fear that patients with pre-Alzheimer's disease seem to have all the time.
But Lan En's mood and tone were still stable at this time.
It seems that this bad situation is not enough to defeat him, but the danger and uncertainty of the severe situation make him more rational and tenacious.
This church is surrounded by huge glass, and the sunset, as red as blood, is pouring in through the windows.
Those narrow and high windows on the wall almost gave the bloody sunset a cruel and sharp feel.
Under the slightly furrowed beautiful eyebrows, the amber cat eyes revealed memories and thoughts.
"The time span of the lost memory is not long. It seems that it only lasted from the time when I knew the name of the doll to just now. A little more than one day in total?"
Lan En's palm unconsciously touched his chest.
The leather part of the palm of the dragon scale leather gloves made a gentle rubbing sound against the solid breastplate.
"And this uneasy feeling is not strong. I don't seem to be uneasy about that memory, but just feel overwhelmed by the current situation."
Lan En's deep feelings , analyzing one's own inner emotions.
Go deep into your own mind and use rational logic to analyze and evaluate your mental state.
"Mentos."
After assessing his mental state, Lan, who seemed to have a clue, called out to the man in his mind.
"At your service, sir."
"Can I retrieve the memory record?"
Lan En raised his head sideways and looked at the bloody sunset, Narrow and tall windows.
"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do, sir." Mentos's voice also revealed confusion, "The records of the same time period have been sealed."
"Can it be unlocked?" Lan En asked, but I don't know why, but his eyes were already somewhat determined.
"This suggestion is not feasible, sir." Mentos projected many operating interfaces onto Lan En's retina.
But after the waterfall-like data flow flashed by, there was still no progress.
“This archive does not use a regular password to unlock, but it seems to be a conditional unlock? It can only be opened after reaching a certain condition that we don’t know.” “I understand, so be it.”
After learning about Mentos's condition, Lan En not only did not panic because all the records in the biochemical brain had been modified, but seemed to be more certain about something.
Just as he said himself, he seemed to have completely let go of the inexplicable loss of memory.
This makes the biochemical brain feel a little confused.
This is a memory problem. Is it so indifferent?
But Lan En himself only twisted his neck and moved his shoulders.
After confirming that his physical condition was completely normal, he took out a large cloak from the alchemy leather bag on his waist and put it on himself.
[Smaug]'s cold and wild outline was covered up, and only some bone-white dragon scales and metal parts that made up the breastplate were exposed in the gaps on the front of the cloak.
At first glance, it is not that conspicuous, and it is not much different from wearing an ordinary set of armor under the cloak.
The bloody sunset shone sideways on Lan En's side, and the witcher walked towards the outside of the church hall.
The thick and embossed wooden door opened with a creak.
Lan En sniffed, and he smelled a familiar smell.
——In Yanan, people use special incense to drive away wild animals and prevent diseases.
After opening the door, there is the church porch. Two head-sized incense burners are hung on the wall. White smoke flowing like liquid overflows from the spherical hollow incense burners and flows quietly to the ground.
“Huh?”
A low, hoarse, indistinct voice sounded from the corner of the wall.
"Why did you come out of the church?"
Lan En looked in the direction of the sound without changing his expression.
It was a man wearing a large red robe, crawling under the church porch.
He seems to be a staff member of this church.
Dry and disproportionately thin arms stretched out from under the red robe, seemingly in a posture of worship before Lan En came out.
There was no surprise in the demon hunter's eyes, because when he smelled the smell of incense, he was basically 70 to 80% sure of where he was.
The man in front of him was dressed similarly to a friend he once knew in that gloomy, psychedelic and bizarre mountain town.
The red-robed witch in Orton Chapel is dressed like this.
It’s just that although the person in front of her is as skinny and haggard as her, and even has a deformed body, the robe is clean, bright and of high quality.
"Maybe I prayed inside for too long?"
Lan En bent down slightly and spoke softly and politely.
"When I came to my senses, there was no one left. Sorry to bother you, I'm leaving now."
"Pray? Ah~"
Under the red robe The man who was so deformed and skinny that he couldn't tell the difference between male and female raised his head and slowly made a vague sound.
Like talking in sleep.
“Fewer and fewer people come to pray now, gray blood disease is raging. But it is at this time that we should pray to the Golden Cup of Goodness.”
“Come Come on, kid."
His hands, which were as skinny as claws, groped around the corner of the cushion where he was prostrate, and found a small triangle wrapped in oil paper.
In Lan En's opinion, it is a bit like the small triangular paper bags used by outpatient doctors to package bulk pills when prescribing small doses.
The witcher approached and extended his hand at the other party's greeting.
The man in red robe tremblingly placed the small oil paper triangle in his hand and asked him to hold it tightly.
“Grayemia is still raging in Yanan, but we.”
Halfway through his words, the pain and self-blame in his tone almost overflowed.
But in the end, he still didn't say anything else.
He just patted Lan En's hand holding the small triangular paper bag.
"Hey~ now, the church can only give you this help. Forgive me, child."
"I will." Lan En frowned and looked down at the triangle in his hand The small paper package does have the texture of loose pills inside. "But it's time for me to leave. Goodbye."
"Yes, I hope to see you again." The man in red robe took back his skinny hand, "May the golden cup of kindness drive away disease for you."
Lan En held the small triangular paper bag containing the pills in his hand and walked towards the door of the church.
After coming out of the towering church door, the rays of the bloody sunset shone unobstructed on Lan En's side face.
Let the pupils of his amber cat eyes shrink slightly to adapt.
After a short period of adaptation, Lan En could clearly see a corner of the huge city in front of him, bathed in the bloody sunset.
"Create a new database and try to logically organize and analyze it based on subsequent data entry, Mentos."
The witcher murmured softly.
"The task has been accepted, please name the new database."
Lan En pushed a strand of molten silver-like hair that fell in front of his eyes behind his ears and pursed his lips.
"Name——"
"Old Yharnam."
(End of this chapter)