Lawrence sat at the desk in his workroom, rubbing his temples, feeling listless.
"Lu Silan..."
She recalled the old housekeeper who had always been by her side during her lifetime, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.
This... feeling of being peeped into his life made Lawrence very uncomfortable.
"Not just me, but those guys too..." Lawrence thought about several other differentiated individuals.
"Servant, doctor, brother, researcher..." Lawrence muttered to himself while browsing the information on the page.
Suddenly, she noticed a page.
Pulling out the page, Lawrence frowned: "This is... the manuscript of a fairy tale?"
"I would like to tell this story... to commemorate the legend about the 'London Monster' that my father's old friend once heard in London?" Lawrence enlarged the page and looked at Andersen's last words in the manuscript.
Her jewel-like wine-red eyes dimmed involuntarily.
Is it...a story based on the incident involving Arnold's child?
Lawrence decided to take a look at the fairy tales written by this great fairy tale writer based on Arnold.
The story is very short. After reading it, Lawrence couldn't help but complain: "These story writers like to allude to this and that. Isn't it enough to allude in articles for adults? It has to be in fairy tales."
"......etc."
She noticed little details.
"This minister..." Her eyes narrowed.
...
Half an hour later, Lawrence, with dark circles under his eyes, stood in front of the whiteboard in his workshop, pondering.
"This minister is basically consistent with Lu Silan's situation." Lawrence said firmly, "The black magician broke the minister's cane in front of the prince and the monster, which is equivalent to the magician killing Arnold in front of him. With Lu Silan, we can cope with this."
"And...according to the order of release, Arnold is the fifth one, and if nothing else happens, Lu Silan should also appear with us in different eras. Here... The cane happens to be passed down to the fifth generation.”
She tapped her whiteboard.
"If nothing else, what did Hans Christian Andersen know..."
Frowning slightly, Lawrence pursed his lips.
"However, with the current conditions in Chaldea, it is impossible to investigate." She sighed and paced back and forth in the workshop, "And living in that era has not been recorded, which is also worth noting."
"He has a way to erase his traces, or maybe history doesn't allow him to leave traces?"
"Then why can Andersen's fairy tales record him?"
"... No matter how you think about it, there is something unreasonable."
She has been investigating this matter since she came back from the third singularity, but until now, the only thing that can be investigated is Andersen's fairy tales.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door.
"Lawrence, can I come in?" Da Vinci's voice came from outside the door.
"Leonardo? Come in." Shaking his head, Lawrence opened the door.
After Leonardo entered, Lawrence asked anxiously: "How is it? Is there any result?"
Da Vinci also looked very serious and puzzled: "It can't be done. There is no way to transmit the information by any means. All methods have been tried, but Roman and Ritsuka just can't hear or see. They have no way of knowing that name by any means."
"That... name only we know." Leonardo looked into Lawrence's eyes, "Lu Silan."
Lawrence clicked his tongue, pulled a stool over and sat on it.
"As I suspected, for now, Lu Silan, our old guy who doesn't know his true identity, can only exist in the form of 'memory' in the minds of those who have personally come into contact with him. Other than that, , will not be passed down."
"The words will be erased, the traces will be cleaned, and the records will be cut." Lawrence took a deep breath.
Both of them fell silent, not knowing what to say.
"What are the results of your investigation there?"
"Look at the whiteboard over there for yourself." Lawrence pointed to the whiteboard behind him very tiredly, "What happened to Director Olga Marie's soul?"
"I don't have a clue. It's difficult to even create an artificial human without a body, let alone a body." Da Vinci was multitasking, chatting with Lawrence while looking at the large amount of information listed by Lawrence on the whiteboard, "When the Singularity is F It has been observed that the kind of reliance method used by Annuo seems to be simply unheard of now, and it cannot be replicated at all."
"When it comes to protecting others, that guy is better than anyone else..." Lawrence replied listlessly, "What about the singularity? Has that Roman guy located it?"
"The location is located, but the time is still being pushed backwards." Leonardo da Vinci became more and more confused as he read, and at the same time he had to answer Lawrence's question.
"Where?"
"London."
"Huh?" Lawrence was stunned.
"What's wrong?" Da Vinci turned to look at her.
"...It's nothing." Lawrence suddenly felt uneasy for some reason, "Take me to see the director's soul. It needs to be dealt with anyway. It's not a problem to keep it there like this." . ”
Strong sacrifice reads sacrifice. "...Are you really okay?" Da Vinci was silent for a moment and looked at Lawrence with some worry, "Your mental state has been too bad recently."
"It's okay, I'm fine." Lawrence stood up and waved his hand casually, "Let's get there quickly."
"...Okay." Da Vinci could only nod, but he still looked worried at Lawrence.
Lawrence was going crazy during this period. In the past two days, she felt that something was wrong with Lawrence, so she forcibly intervened in Lawrence's investigation, just to allow Lawrence to recover a little.
But now it seems...
Try to adapt to circumstances, but if it doesn't work, Leonardo da Vinci plans to let Lawrence rest for a while and go to this singularity in London by himself.
Arriving at Leonardo da Vinci's workshop, Lawrence made routine observations of Olga Marie.
At this time 17* Zhang Si. "Well... let's find a way to fill this inner part first. It's time to take refuge." Lawrence sighed, "Sorry, my fault. I said I would take refuge when I returned to Chaldea. Put it off until now.”
"It's okay, let's talk to Roman." Da Vinci was no longer in the mood to joke with Lawrence and patted her on the shoulder.
Control the big one and control the owl. After leaving Da Vinci's workshop and walking straight to the control room, he heard Roman's excited voice outside the door of the control room.
"Okay! The positioning is completed! Now the fourth singular point is ok!"
Da Vinci and Lawrence looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
"It seems that we came by chance, just in time to complete the London Singularity."
