Ember Gun

  Chapter 10 is more terrifying than death

  Outer City, East Yilins District, 121A Cork Street.

  Old Dunling has entered the night, and the dark whale in the night sky swims slowly as usual, and then cast a huge beam of light to peer at the sleeping city.

  Hot steam gushing out from under the manhole cover, and Lorenzo walked out slowly during the white tide.

  He looks good, but his face is a little pale, he walks very slowly with a cane.

  Lorenzo escaped before the follow-up Mounted Police arrived. The intricacies of the lower city rescued him. Judging from the familiar movements when he ran, he was not the first time he was chased.

It's just that this time he failed to escape smoothly. He can only say that he has to admire the thugs' hands-on ability. They actually made a nail gun and came out. In the dense barrage, Lorenzo escaped in embarrassment and was hit. , A finger-long nail shot into his waist, but fortunately it was just a skin injury.

  For the blessing of the water vapor that pervades day and night, the clothes of the old Dunlings are long and damp, so Lorenzo likes black very much, so people can't tell whether his clothes are water stains or blood stains.

  After walking for a long time, he finally walked to the door of the house.

  121A Cork Street.

The location here is remote and it is a new area developed in recent years. Therefore, the house price is very cheap, but although it is cheap, it is not something that the detective Lorenzo can buy. Then, under the introduction of Shrike, he found a place. Good rent.

  Lorenzo did not dare to knock on the door, opened the door gently, and walked in cautiously.

  The owner of the first floor is the landlord, Mrs. Van Lud, who is a very hard-core old lady. It is said that she was once a female soldier and the most heroic air cavalry among them.

  She often brags to Lorenzo about her glorious deeds in her youth, and what she likes most is the story about how she met her husband.

  I still remember that it was the end of the Glorious War. The whole Old Dunling was in turmoil. At that time, Mrs. Fanlude returned to Old Dunling as a wounded soldier to recuperate. At that time, there was a riot in Old Dunling, and she could only be dispatched as a wounded soldier.

Lorenzo guessed what officer she had met and fell in love, but the actual situation is that Madame Van Lud, as an air cavalry, fell from the sky with a chain, exploded the enemy’s head with a shot, and captured one by the way. The hapless captive was her husband.

   "You married an enemy?" Lorenzo was very confused at the time.

  "He is just a young man who has not studied well. Under my supervision, he has been well."

   "What did you think? You were fighting! Then you grabbed a husband back?"

   "Lorenzo, you are still young, do you know love at first sight?"

  There was light in the old and cloudy eyes, and she answered like this.

It’s a hard-core love story. The heavily armed female hero fell from the sky. She should have killed the hapless child with a single shot, but she couldn’t pull the trigger at first sight, just like a primitive man, she knocked out. In his head, when he wakes up, there are only two choices, either take the woman in front of him or be executed for treason.

Lorenzo didn’t know what happened after their marriage. Lorenzo also had questions about Mrs. Van Lud’s words, but when she thought of the fierceness she drew when she owed the rent, Luo Renzo stopped talking too much.

  Climbed upstairs quietly. There were two doors on both sides of the living room. One belonged to Lorenzo and the other belonged to his roommate. He was a very ordinary person. He was a mechanic by profession and often worked overtime in the factory.

  The light in the room did not turn on, and it seemed that the hapless mechanic was working overtime again.

   Entering his own room, Lorenzo really let go of his heart. Hanging the clothes neatly on the hanger, he carried the medical kit into the bathroom, which is also one of the reasons why he likes it here, the separate bathroom is awesome.

  The warm water fell, and he was **** and carefully cleaned up the wound.

  The wound was not big. After careful cleaning, Lorenzo began to disinfect. It is important to know that most of the weapons made by the mobs in the lower city are not lethal. The lethal things are those attached to the weapons.

  In that dirty ghost place, you never know which stinky ditch a knife or sword was placed in the previous night.

  The era of war has passed. Now, it is disease that takes human lives. Most of the people's death is caused by infection after injury, and this group of people don't even have basic medical awareness.

An artifact was once all the rage in Xiacheng. It was just a rusty metal weapon. Lorenzo called it the Tetanus Blade. After all, there were black doctors who didn’t know where they came from. The death penalty was basically declared.

  After treating the wound, Lorenzo slowly stood up, exhausted all over his body urging him to sleep quickly.

   Inadvertently glanced across the mirror, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw the hideous and distorted black lines reflected in it.

It was a tattoo, a **** tree growing along Lorenzo’s spine. It was a weird feeling. Looking at the tattoo directly, it was as if Lorenzo itself was a piece of human skin, and iron branches and thorns. It propped up the whole body, but it was like a black snake winding and twisting around the body of this mortal.

  Weird and dark, as if leading to another world after that black.

  Support the big tree of the world.

  Lorenzo seemed to have been used to ignoring its existence, just glanced at it and ignored it.

   "The tattoo is pretty good."

  Suddenly there was a sound in the room.

  Beast-like vigilance cut Lorenzo's nerves like a razor, and murderous intent rolled in his gray-blue eyes.

  Looking at it, the man was sitting on the sofa wearing a delicate mask, his movements were full of randomness, as if he was treating this place as his own home.

   "I almost killed you."

  Lorenzo was not in a high mood. After realizing the man’s identity, he stretched out his hand from the blind spot of the man’s sight, holding a gun filled with ammunition on it.

This is one of Lorenzo’s habits. His sword is hidden everywhere in this small room. If someone breaks in without permission, even Lorenzo can draw his weapon from behind the towel even if he wipes his buttocks. The gun blasted his head.

   "It seems that you don't like to let others see your tattoo, but it's actually pretty good, very artistic." Shrike watched Lorenzo put on his coat, and then sat opposite him.

   "I just don't like being stared at by a man."

  Lorenzo shot back mercilessly, then put the pistol aside and looked at his employer.

   "So what is the matter with the noble shrike coming to visit at night?"

  Shrike did not answer Lorenzo's words, but picked up the iron box on the side, and as it opened, the aroma of tobacco came out.

   "I guess you have these marks for motives."

  It was Lorenzo’s cigarette case. Although Lorenzo was already full of irritation, the shrike was still the same, flipping through the cigarette case to make comments.

   "Here is...The bellflower?"

   Picking up the red-lined cigarette, Shrike was a little surprised when he smelled it.

   "I thought you couldn't recognize this thing."

   Lorenzo was a little surprised that Shrike could recognize bellflower. In his opinion, people like Shrike should be addicted to money and wine.

  "I recently came to a group of shamans from the land of fertility. They talked about gods and demons, gods and gods."

  Shrike continued to flip through the cigarette case and said.

"Their leaders wanted to eat in Xiacheng, so when they came to see me they told me a lot about shamanism, such as this bellflower. They said that smoking this thing makes the smoker a so-called'spiritual'. After that, the sucker will trigger the'Ling Vision' to see something that shouldn't be seen."

   His eyes were a little playful, and then he looked at Lorenzo.

   "How long have you used this thing?"

   "It has nothing to do with you, shrike."

  For Shrike’s question, Lorenzo responded with a rare toughness.

   "Okay, okay, what's the matter with this cigarette?"

  Shrike knows Lorenzo’s habits. Most of his cigarettes are mixed with refreshing herbs, but at the moment this cigarette is very special, with a black line drawn on it, and there is only one. It exudes a chilling sensation, as if there are deadly toxins hidden in it.

  "Poisonous, better not to touch if you don't want to die." Lorenzo explained to Shrike patiently.

   "Hmm... I guess this is your tool for killing people?"

   "Are there marks on the tools of murder?"

  Lorenzo mocked the shrike mercilessly, even a few hours ago, the gold master nearly shot him in the head.

  "That is the cigarette left for me. The neurotoxin will cause me to fall into a coma, and then my heart will stop beating in a dream."

  This was his tool for suicide, but Lorenzo said it effortlessly, as if it was not his life that died.

  Shrike was a little dazed. It seemed that he didn't expect that this cynical person would have such a cruel side to himself. Seeing the shrike's expression, Lorenzo then said slowly.

   "You have been in Xiacheng for so long, you should be very clear. Some things are more terrifying than death, so sometimes death is the most correct choice."

  Death is only a momentary matter, but pain can be a lifetime matter.

   "What a profound philosophy of life."

   was taken aback for a while and Shrike exclaimed.

   "So, did Lorenzo Holmes also encounter the ‘Is it better to die?’"

  Like a poisonous snake showing its fangs, the shrike is sitting on the front with a smile.

   Waiting for him is the dark muzzle raised quickly, and Lorenzo's gray-blue eyes are cold.

   "Shrike, you said, coming to Inervig, coming to Old Dunling is a brand new life, and the new life should say goodbye to the past, isn't it?"

   "It looks like you are really angry." Shrike said casually, "I'm just curious about what the man in front of me looked like before he changed his name to Lorenzo Holmes, but it seems you still don't want to say it."

  This kind of dialogue is not the first time. When Lorenzo came to Old Dunling six years ago, Shrike tried to dig out his past more than once.

  Every person who starts a new life should have his own past, but Lorenzo is different. No matter how Shrike investigates, he doesn’t know his origin, as if he appeared out of thin air.

   "Don't be angry, I still trust you, after all, you are my iron thorn. If you still don't want to talk about it, then let us change the topic."

  Shrike didn’t care about Lorenzo’s offense. The two of them were very special. Although they were in an employment relationship, most of the time they were equal.

   "Let’s talk about the progress of today’s case. Thanks to you, Su Yalan Hall has begun to pay attention."

  Speaking, the delicate revolver took out from his arms and pointed at Lorenzo, shrike showed a kind smile under half of his mask, and no one knew whether the last bullet was filled in at the moment.

  After talking about personal matters and discussing business matters, if it weren’t for the fact that no one could replace him, Shrike really wanted to kill the big detective in front of him.

  (End of this chapter)