Ember Gun

   Chapter 693

Eve got out of the carriage and raised his head. The dim sky was full of drifting snowflakes. The snow was not very heavy, but it was enough to bring extreme cold to the old Dunling, making this restless city into an iron gray desert. middle.

Among the monotonous colors, there are bunches of fires rising like swaying flowers. It is a temporary bonfire built by people. It is built with oil drums and some discarded wood. Everyone gathers around to keep warm. After a short break, they wave again. Pick up a shovel and try to clear the snow before the heavy snow buries the road.

  The clanging sound continued, playing a metal symphony in the cold street.

Eveha let out a white breath, and the cold wind made her wrap her coat tightly. It was the first time in the memory that she saw such an old Dunling. Looking forward, the Stuart’s mansion was right in front of her. Unlike the loneliness before, this time it seemed to be much more lively.

  You can see a lot of people walking hurriedly in the courtyard, and there is a fire swaying behind every window.

  This has become the temporary office of the cleaning agency, and Eve was invited to come here to participate in the banquet... In fact, by now, she has no idea what kind of banquet it is.

  No, I don’t even know if it’s a banquet. After all, Oscar is involved in this matter. No matter what this weird old guy does, Eve will not be surprised.

  Eve paused on the street for a few seconds, did not have the first time to walk in, and stepped on a small snow pit under her body.

   "Ah...A country builder?"

  Eve murmured.

   is probably some kind of weird eagerness, or some kind of fighting thoughts. At first, she didn't feel much. After all, she and Seleu would both inherit the title of duke, but the time was different.

  But now Seleu became the builder of the country, and in a sense became Eve’s boss. This feeling was quite subtle, and she could not tell what was wrong.

Eve did not worry about this for too long. She has always been heartbroken. She stomped and shook the snow off her body. She just wanted to walk across the street and knocked on the door of the mansion, but she saw a pale white on the other side of the street. The figure has been waiting for a long time.

   "Why are you waiting here!"

  Eve walked quickly and patted the snow on Seleu. This girl has always had a thin sense of existence. In such a snowy day, if you don't pay attention, it is really difficult to detect her existence.

   "Pick you up."

  Seleu has a look of cherish the words like gold.

"you really……"

  Eve smiled awkwardly. Although she has known Seleu for a long time, she feels somewhat strange every time she sees her like this.

  She is like an exquisite porcelain doll, all emotions and thoughts are hidden behind the mask, you try to peek into her pupils, maybe you will be captured by her, and under scrutiny, look at yourself.

Eve knew that Seleu wouldn’t do this, but sometimes she tried to avoid staring at Seleu. Probably it was like this between friends. They were close but kept a certain distance, so that those secrets could continue to be hidden in the shadows. Corner.

   "Has everyone else arrived?"

  Eve and Seleu stood together, and neither of them went in.

   "Almost... it should be two people short of it."

  Seleu stretched out her finger and broke it a few times. She felt that her intelligence was deteriorating, and even basic arithmetic seemed a little more difficult.

   "Two more? Who?"

   Eve asked curiously, something was delayed when she came. I thought that her was the latest one, but as a result, there were others who were slower than her.

"Yes……"

   Seleuc was just about to say the names of the two guys, but the neigh of horses on the street interrupted everything.

  I saw a carriage swaying out of the snow and fog, the horses swallowing bursts of hot white gas, and iron hoofs left dents on the snow.

  The coachman constantly waved the reins, and the sound of commands sounded in his mouth. He looked very irritable, in a hurry.

  Eve was a little confused, and then a name appeared in his memory. Eve didn't understand why he suddenly thought of him, probably every time he appeared, he would use this funny and embarrassing way.

  The carriage stopped, there was a quarrel, and the guys inside might have been fighting, and the carriage was shaking constantly.

   "So you never read the mailbox?"

   A voice yelled.

  "The problem is that the cleaning agency does not need letters to communicate. I put on my clothes and open the door is the work station. What do I need this thing for?"

  Another voice retorted.

   "Then you won't look at my mailbox? You can eat and drink here, do you have to do something?"

   "Who knew someone would mail you a letter? And even if it is usually a death mail, isn't it? Besides, I did everything, I cut the wood these days!"

  The quarrel continued, but the old butler loosened the reins and stepped out of the carriage, he said to Seleu with a sullen face.

   "There was an accident, these two guys completely forgot about it."

  Seleu nodded, and then said.

   "As expected."

In her eyes, Lorenzo is a very reliable person. Of course, this reliability is only limited to things related to demons. If you change to other things, this person is like entering an energy-saving mode, no matter what you do. With a bit of stupidity.

  The old housekeeper pulled the car door, and the two figures fell out from each other. They rolled together with the snow on the ground, and two miserable screams sounded a few seconds later.

"what!!!"

   "Ah...wait, what are you shouting!"

  Lorenzo rolled on the ground, one foot sticking out of the blanket, and kicking **** the Kestrel’s face.

"chilly!"

  Kestrel did not care what he was fighting with Lorenzo, he was wrapped in a blanket, stepped barefoot on the snow, and jumped with a running belt, as if he was stepping on lava under his feet.

"damn thing!"

  Lorenzo completely ignored the Eve and Seleu standing on the side, and the blanket was fluttered. A naked figure rushed out immediately and threw down the Kestrel who was trying to escape.

   "Lorenzo!"

  Kestrel screamed, but was unable to resist Lorenzo's atrocities. The demon hunter had an extraordinary physique. He stepped on the fallen Kestrel with one foot, and then tore the blanket from him.

   "Ah...this..."

  Eve’s expression completely froze. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t say it. She raised her hand and put it down, a look of hesitation.

  Seleuc’s cold face has loosened a little, and even the coldest people can hardly maintain their inner peace when they see this funny scene, not to mention that they are still wearing colorful pants.

   "Open the door!"

  Lorenzo was ahead of the Kestrel, he slammed the door hard, but the door of the mansion was closed, as if Lorenzo were not welcome.

The Kestrel behind him also got up at this moment, I have to say that the old Dunling’s coldness, now this guy has runny nose and drooping snowflakes on his hair. He reached out and grabbed the blanket that Lorenzo had left behind, shaking. I shake the snowflakes above, although it is cold, but it can be used to cover the body.

In a hurry, the old butler did not give them time to change their clothes. The two were dragged into the carriage in a “vacation” mode. Fortunately, Lorenzo emphasized that a few days ago, he had to wear some clothes at home, otherwise The two of them don't even have underwear now.

   "Lorenzo! You dog!"

Kestrel was like a corpse rising from a snowdrift, leaping towards Lorenzo with its teeth and claws. It was also at this time that Seleu had seen enough of the farce, she coughed a few times, and finally people noticed this hidden in the wind. The girl in the snow.

   "Yo, good morning!"

  Lorenzo was holding the door with one hand, in the dim sky, with an elegant look, a cold wind rolled up, and the blanket on his body was hunting and hunting, and his feet on the snow began to redden with cold.

  Kestrel's gaze was a bit dull. He glanced at Seleu, and then at Eve next to him. He shyly wrapped the blanket on his body, and then his throat began to tremble, making some whimpering noise.

   "Lorenzo! I killed you!"

  Kestrel’s sanity collapsed.

  ……

   "So these two guys just came here?"

   "It's not surprising that Lorenzo can do this. Kestrel is also going crazy with him."

   "Did you live with Lorenzo for too long? It has only been a few days, and it has been assimilated like this..."

  The whispers of whispers sounded after themselves, echoing back and forth in this small space.

   "It's like being at home."

  Lorenzo wrapped a blanket and outlined the arc of his body. Then he sank deep in the sofa, with a burning fireplace in front of him, and the same was true for the Kestrel, right beside Lorenzo.

  All these are so similar, if the room is darker and weird guests are driven away, Lorenzo will even feel that this is his office, and he has not left at all.

   "Hey! Kestrel, is it dead?"

Just like at home, Lorenzo raised his foot skillfully and kicked the sofa next to him, but this time there was only silence. The kestrel buried himself in the fur, like a large ball of fur, like an autistic child. , If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of the hair ball, it would make people mistakenly think that he was dead.

  In fact, in a sense, the Kestrel is indeed dead.

  "This kind of thing, you have to look a little bit, anyway, big guys are all friends, right? Friends just want to meet frankly."

  Lorenzo stretched out his arm and inserted it into the ball of hair, trying to fish out the Kestrel.

"Even if there are passers-by, what if you think about it this way, maybe this is the first and last time these passers-by have seen you, right, rounded up, they have never seen you at all, you are just a rush in their lives Passing by."

  Lorenzo enlightened the Kestrel with his strange outlook on life.

   "Look, think about it this way, is it a lot easier?"

   "So you usually do these **** things with this mentality?"

  Shrike came over, and he was also invited.

   "What is a weird mentality, is it not reasonable enough?"

   Lorenzo retorted.

   "Passers-by are passers-by after all, why should I care about their opinions of me? As for friends, they are all friends, and they must be familiar with me. No matter how strange I do, you can understand it, right?"

  Shrike’s expression twitched slightly, it sounded like Lorenzo had explained a lot, and it seemed that he hadn’t explained anything.

   "You just want to use these myths to rationalize your behavior, right?"

  Another voice sounded, and Hercule came over. Seleu invited many people, most of whom were familiar with Lorenzo.

   "Where is Poirot?"

  Lorenzo deliberately staggered the subject, looked at Hercule, and asked the little furry creature.

  I saw a squirm under Hercule's coat, Poirot's head poked out from between the neckline, took a look at Lorenzo, and then retracted.

   "It's warm, isn't it?"

  Lorenzo rubbed his hands, looking eager to try.

   "It's very warm. This kind of small animal is originally used to make fur. Their hair is dense and thick." Hercule explained.

  Lorenzo turned around, leaned on the back of his chair and looked at the people in the room. Unlike the expected banquet, due to the limitation of the venue, there was only such a big place in Stuart’s mansion for them.

  There is no food or wine, everyone just sits in the corner, talking to each other, waiting for the host to show up.

Lorenzo waved at them. He also saw Siao Liangxi and Shao Liangye. Luo Luo stood cautiously not far away. As Siao Liangxi's silver bell-like laughter rang, Luo's face flushed and became even more helpless. Up.

   "Where is Seleu?"

   Lan Jade asked, she called these people, but the master disappeared after sending Lorenzo in.

  In fact, this is nothing, everyone is familiar with it. It's like a private party. If you add a long table and delicious food, it's just like the birthday of God.

"have no idea."

  Lorenzo shook his head, he didn't know where Seleu went.

  He wanted to ask the old butler standing in the corner, but seeing his expression of trying to suppress his anger, Lorenzo thought about it and let it go.

  These people suddenly broke into his home and were still holding strange parties. For this irritable old housekeeper, this was really intolerable.

   "Would you like a drink? Lorenzo!"

  The waiter pushed the dining car, and Eve took out a bottle of old wine from it. This is the private collection of the Stuart family. It is a rare treasure when such materials are in short supply.

   "No, no, no, I want to drink expensive."

Lorenzo put on a blanket and walked over quickly. He glanced at the old housekeeper and stretched out his hand to sway in the wine bottles lined up in the dining workshop. He saw that the old housekeeper’s face became worse and worse, and there was joy on Lorenzo’s face. It is getting worse.

   Just when Lorenzo suspected that the old butler was going to draw his gun and shoot, he finally stopped and drew a bottle of cool wine from it.

   "That's it!"

  The old butler had a sullen face, he really couldn't stand Lorenzo, he pushed the door and left, leaving only the unknown people and Lorenzo with a smirk on his face.

Eve sighed. She probably understood Lorenzo's meaning. She couldn't help feeling that this guy was very sick, but when you think about it, it's not bad. Compared with the cold, **** and cruel, Lorenzo feels like this. Much better.

   "So why do you want to do this ‘banquet’?"

  Lorenzo murmured, not so much as a banquet, but as a party...maybe not even a party, but here, Lorenzo saw these familiar faces after a long time, and everyone appeared here by coincidence.

  (End of this chapter)