Embers of Embers

Chapter 112 Monsters
Times are progressing and changing, and new things happen every day, which are extremely psychedelic and fascinating.
Until Lorenzo was back in the streets of Old Dunling, he still didn't know where the broken dome was.
He went in blindfolded and came out blindfolded again, breathing the cold and humid air, and there was an inexplicable smile on his cold face.
At this moment, his identity is completely different. He has changed from an external detective of Su Yalan Hall to an external detective of the Purge Agency. In a sense, Lorenzo has really become a traitor to the Demon Hunting Order at this moment. After all, after its dissolution Previously, the relationship between the two organizations was not very good.
The dark carriage was parked behind him, the door was wide open, and Joey was sitting in the carriage watching Lorenzo leave.
From the moment Lorenzo left the Broken Dome, the information about him was stuffed into the transmission capsule, traveled along the complex pipeline, and finally sealed and archived. So at that moment, Lorenzo Ho Ermes joined the battle sequence of the purge mechanism.
He could hear the creaking sound of the door. From that moment on, countless hidden doors in the world were opened to Lorenzo. Although it might only be temporary, from this moment on, he was no longer alone. What stood behind him was the purification mechanism, the old Dunling, a huge machine named Yin Erweg. It roared and ran, crushing all obstacles in its path.
"Mr. Holmes, I look forward to your good news."
Joey's voice came from far behind, Lorenzo turned his head and could only see the hand waving out of the car window, and the carriage gradually disappearing into the mist.
The dim lights lined up one after another in the mist. Lorenzo wrapped his clothes tightly and strode forward.
But the monotonous sound of footsteps started to be messy, but returned to consistency, as if someone was trying to follow Lorenzo's footsteps, tilting his head slightly, Watson was walking side by side with him, seeing her appearance, Lorenzo was slightly dazed .
It can change into many forms, or it has no fixed form at all. It only took on a specific form so that lowly mortals like Lorenzo could understand its existence. But Lorenzo unexpectedly But it seems to like this look very much, this face that cannot be mentioned, and her clothes are different every time she appears in Lorenzo's eyes, just like a caring female companion adapting to various occasions, although only Lorenzo could see her.
"This is a very interesting case."
Watson was wearing a trench coat similar to Lorenzo's at the moment. He looked so indifferent, but he was stepping hard on the puddles with his rain boots like a naughty child.
But she was just an illusion that acted on Lorenzo's mind. Watson could only be trapped in Lorenzo's eyes and could not interfere with reality at all, so he stepped on the rain boots hard, but did not stir up any splash. The water was calm, and she It's like walking on water.
"What, do you have any ideas?"
Lorenzo said with some irony that his understanding of Watson was only limited to a rough idea. Most of the people who really knew who she was died on the night of Holy Advent, so he was full of vigilance towards her.
"Sure, want to hear it?"
"just forget it."
Lorenzo refused directly. He didn't want to have too much interaction with this devil. At this moment, he had fallen into darkness, and sooner or later he would be completely devoured if he continued like this.
"Really? I know a lot Lorenzo, you really don't want to..."
"You better shut up."
Looking at Watson with cold eyes, she was really a delicate and beautiful face. Lorenzo still remembered the way she looked when he saw her for the first time. It was the most beautiful winter in Feilengcui in his memory.
But now Lorenzo knew very well that she was dead, and at this moment she was just a hallucinatory skin, under which was hidden the unspeakable monster.
"Hey, are you angry?"
As he spoke, the white hand lightly brushed Lorenzo's face, but Lorenzo knocked it away mercilessly.
Watson was stunned, and then said.
"Those people are not only here to let you investigate the case, this is also a deepening of 'trust', and he is also peeping at the power of secret blood."
"If they don't covet the secret blood, I will think there is something wrong."
Lorenzo answered emotionlessly.
Greed is human nature. In the words of the Gospels, it is an innate sin, but sometimes this sin is also interesting. It drives mankind forward. As greed increases, mankind conquers One object after another.
This is normal for people. Just like when you see a piece of gold, you can't help but look at it a few more times. Lorenzo has the same idea about the purification mechanism. If it is said that in the conversation just now, Merlin and Arthur did not understand each other at all. It was the mention of the Mystic Blood that really disturbed Lorenzo.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be so open-minded."
Watson said jokingly, that was a beautiful scene, but Lorenzo felt nauseous when he thought of her true nature.
Just when the restless anger was about to be released, a somewhat old but full of menopausal voice sounded.
"Lorenzo, are you really crazy? How long are you going to talk to the air?"
Mrs. Verrode opened the door and looked at Lorenzo. He was obviously very old, but his stomach was always filled with the anger of menopause. Sometimes Lorenzo even suspected that Mrs. Verrode's menopause would last until her death.
Watson let out a chuckle, and then it dissolved into the air like ink. Lorenzo stared at the disappearing position, hesitated a little and showed a familiar smile to Mrs. Van Loud, and then walked into the door.
People's emotions are incoherent, even for himself. He didn't want to show his angry look to Mrs. Vallude.
Entering the warm house, Lorenzo discovered that the living room had changed drastically. The fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, and many decorations stored in the lockers had been put out and hung in different places. The family looks warm, as if a festival is coming.
Lorenzo looked at these and said helplessly.
"Mrs. Fanlude, Old Dunling has just entered winter, and it's still a long time before God's birthday. There's no need to decorate so early."
The Birthday of God is a festival of the evangelical church. According to the records in the Gospels, the illusory God appeared in the world today, so mortals recorded all this and celebrated this day as the Birthday of God.
Hundreds of years ago, this festival was only a traditional festival in the Holy Evangelical Papal Kingdom. However, as the dominance of the Evangelical Church increased and its faith invaded other countries, this festival also spread to other countries along with believers.
As a result, this festival is held in many countries, and some people are even not believers, but just want to find an excuse to celebrate something. Sometimes Lorenzo feels that Mrs. Vallude is such a person.
She has always been passionate about God’s birthday, and it was only during this time of the year that Mrs. Valloud would rarely become friendly, and sometimes she would make breakfast for Lorenzo free of charge. At that time, Lorenzo could It's really flattering, it feels like a doctor happily telling you that he named a new disease after you.
Lorenzo finished the meal in fear, fearing that as soon as he wiped his mouth after eating, the old woman took out a gun and pointed it to his forehead, telling him to pack his luggage and get out within 5 minutes.
"You care about me? You don't want to live here anymore, do you?"
Madame Verrode looked askance at Lorenzo, causing Lorenzo to shut up.
Looking at the time, it would be dawn in a few hours. Lorenzo did not expect that he would waste so much time in the Broken Dome. He thought it would be dawn when he came out.
But when he turned to look at Mrs. Vallude, Lorenzo had some doubts. Did the old woman not sleep all night, or had she just woken up?
But it didn't matter. Lorenzo stopped thinking about that and climbed up the stairs. He needed a good sleep before hunting monsters. After all, as a senior hunter, preparation before hunting is indispensable.
On the second floor, the door of Sigg's room was slightly open, but there was no one inside. Lorenzo seemed to know the answer that Mrs. Van Lude was still awake. She was probably waiting for Sigg to come back.
Sigg was the earliest tenant of 121A, and Lorenzo came later. Listening to the conversation between them, it seemed that Sigg had been living here since he was very young, and he was more like him than the landlord, Mrs. Van Rude. Stepmother, a sharp-tongued stepmother.
Lorenzo didn't have much interaction with Sigurd, because of the demon. To ordinary people, Lorenzo was a god of plague. If you stayed in contact with him for a long time, you would inevitably encounter some demon-related incidents.
He didn't want others to suffer misfortune because of him. Lorenzo actually lived a bit lonely during the six years he spent in Old Dunling, without many friends.
Lying on the somewhat cold bed, Lorenzo looked at the seaside and flyers plastered on the ceiling. He couldn't help but think about these in the dead of night, but he could always convince himself.
The path to his goal was a fragile ice floe, and Lorenzo had no choice but to leave something behind in order to move forward, and he had no regrets about it.
He closed his eyes deeply and waited for the arrival of a new day.
……
In this silent night, some people are sleeping and some are howling.
The man ran wildly along the narrow alley, his face was ferocious, and his whole body was filled with the smell of fear.
It shouldn't be. What happened to all this?
While running for his life, he asked himself, as a gang member in Xiacheng District, Hughes did very well. He started out by smuggling. Although the scale was not large, he had gained some fame in Xiacheng District, a place where good and bad people were mixed, but he was very famous. Apparently this man from the port of Rendona is not satisfied with this.
Prior to this, Xiacheng District suffered an attack at Su Yalan Hall. The gangster that was attacked was called Green Shark. It is said that the owner of Green Shark, the mysterious Sabo, died that night. The whole Xiacheng District was very scared. It seemed that Jiu Dunling is really ready to take action against Xiacheng District.
Everyone transferred their wealth one after another in an attempt to recover the upcoming losses, but Hughes did not do this. He was naturally ruthless and life-threatening.
At that critical moment, he did not back down but instead annexed the Green Shark's industry, further expanding his own industry during the chaos. It was obvious that he made the right bet in the end. The purge from the old Dunling did not come for a long time, and he himself Won it all.
The boy who was struggling on the fishing boat finally became a person with power, but now that bullshit power can't save him.
After all, whether it is sword or power, words born for the concept of human beings are obviously nothing to the monsters that follow in the darkness.
The monster's low roar filled his ears. It didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him, just like a hunter playing with its prey.
Usually, Hughes would not tolerate these things, even if he died, he would do his best, but that was only for people, and now he didn't even have the courage to face the monster.
His guard couldn't hold out in front of the monster for even one minute before being strangled into a pulp. During this time, he fired several shots at the monster. Although the light was dim, Hughes was sure that he hit it in the head several times. , but this can't even injure the monster.
Hughes' mind went blank for a moment when there was a whistling wind in his ear, but then he felt an unstoppable pain, and he wailed heart-piercingly.
The whole person fell down in the dirty alley, the blood stained the sewage, moving down from the torso, there was a neat incision below the knees, and the severed limbs had long since disappeared.
It seemed that the desire to survive was at work. Hughes scratched the ground and crawled hard, leaving a scarlet path behind him.
But soon the sharp claws penetrated his thigh, nailing him to the ground. He let out a feeble cry, and his fate of death could no longer be changed.
The monster didn't seem to be eager to kill him, just like a merciless killing. It just wanted Hughes to suffer enough pain before dying.
"It turns out you feel pain too..."
The monster made a vague sound, but the sound sounded so familiar to Hughes. The painful wailing ended, and he had a dull face, as if he realized who the owner of the sound was.
"This...it's impossible..."
He repeated this over and over again, and then his head was lifted up by the twisted hands. In the faint light, he saw the scarred and ferocious face.
"How... could it be you?"
Hughes couldn't believe what he saw, and even said that he didn't dare to move his eyes to peek at the ferocious remnants.
"No, no, this has nothing to do with me. He asked me to do it. You also know that although I am the leader of the gang, I also need those nobles to provide shelter!"
But the monster obviously didn't care about this, his voice was hoarse and full of venom.
"This is the price you pay, Hughes."
As he spoke, his claws gently cut off a small piece of flesh, and Hughes let out an unbearable wailing sound. The sound was so sad, but in the monster's ears it was extremely sweet, like a beautiful song. song.
"Of course, don't be sad. I will kill everyone involved, and everyone's ending will be fair."
The monster said this during the painful killing.
The night is still long, and it still has a long way to go for Hughes, which is perfect.
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(End of this chapter)