No one knows what they don’t know yet. This is true for the purification mechanism, and it is also true for those who built the country.

In this forgotten darkness, they influenced the old Dunling's cognition and firmly hid those secrets that could not be exposed for the time being.

There were footsteps, and the man in black turned around, only to see another guy wearing a silver mask appear in front of him.

Judging from the appearance, this should be a woman, but her whole body was wrapped in a robe. Under the robe, she could vaguely see a metal made of the same material as the mask, which seemed to be a close-fitting armor, completely protecting her.

"how is the progress?"

The woman asked, her voice cold and without any emotion.

"All preparations have been completed. Records related to the scavengers have been completely erased, and the personnel lists have been destroyed. In addition, due to the antimemetic influence that has been carried out since the establishment of the scavenger department, no one knows our existence now.

Even Mr. Holmes is like that."

The man in black said that as the most mysterious department in the purge agency, he was very confident about this.

"Don't underestimate him. I guess Mr. Holmes has noticed something strange. If we delay for a while, he might find us." The woman said.

The man in black thought for a while, and he felt that Lorenzo might indeed do such a thing, but he was not worried about what the woman was worried about.

"Don't worry, the actors are in place and the curtain is about to rise."

"Is this so..." the woman murmured, and she turned to look at the man in black. In the darkness under the mask, there was a faint firelight.

"You have traces of erosion on your body. Many people here have such traces."

"That's right," the man in black said frankly, "among the scavengers, people like us are called returnees."

"It doesn't sound like a good title."

"Just get used to it," the man in black looked down at the underground world, "Those who can appear here are already prepared."

"To die?"

"Not just to die, but to comply with the regulations, absolutely. Even if someone survives, before leaving the scavenger department, he will be affected by the antimemetic and forget everything related to this place."

"No one knows," the woman said wearing a mask. The silver mask was covered with delicate patterns, and no one could see her expression. "It sounds so sad."

The man in black smiled, not feeling sad about it, and then said his name.

"Galahad."

"It sounds like a code name," the woman hesitated, but did not refuse, "Watson."

"That sounds like yours too. What's your name?" Galahad asked.

"It will be forgotten eventually. This kind of thing is not important. The same is true for you, right?"

Galahad did not deny or answer. Watson stood with him and stared at the scavengers running at full speed. In the distance, heavy footsteps echoed, as if giants were marching in the darkness.

Galahad's emotions hadn't been aroused like this for a long time. It was hard for him to stay calm and he marveled.

"We have transcended the story and escaped the 'author's' pen."

Galahad continued.

"We will be dispatched at critical moments to change the direction of the entire story, just like the most sudden turning point in the story."

Listening to his words, Watson seemed to have remembered something, and there was a smile under the mask, and she said.

"It's like a deus ex machina."

Galahad nodded in agreement and repeated.
Chapter completed!