Embers of Embers

Chapter 49 Death Train
Moon Renaldo...or Kestrel, he looked at the detective in front of him with interest. There were many legends about this guy, but he didn't expect to see him today.
The mysterious detective who arrived in Old Dunling six years ago, in order to gain the support of Shrike in Old Dunling, single-handedly caused the horrific Red River Massacre at that time.
Kestrel can barely be counted as one of the participants, and he knows very well about that case.At that time, various forces were surging in the lower city. The nobles colluded with gangs. Shrike's status was shaky and he no longer had any ability to control this group of thugs. In order to regain his dominance in the lower city, Shrike gave Lorenzo his first task.
Investigate evidence of crimes committed by gangs and nobles. As long as there is evidence, the army will march into the lower city and reshuffle everything, and those nobles who try to control the lower city will also be liquidated.
In return, Shrike will give Lorenzo, a stranger, a new life, a fully legal identity, a dream job, and a new life.
Lorenzo finally did it, but in a way that was completely beyond anyone's imagination.
Find those people, torture them into telling them everything, and then kill them.When Shrike arrived, corpses were floating all over the Thames. The turbid water turned dark red, and along with screams, names were added to the list one after another.
"Sigh, to be honest, Old Dunling is not a good place. It takes hundreds of years to see such a sunny day, which makes people feel bad."
Lorenzo became talkative, looking at the darkness outside the window, he couldn't help but grab the petals in the flower box and crush them, with a faint fragrance in his hands.
"Yeah, but the west side is much better. Although it's for work, it's considered a tourist."
Kestrel replied with a smile.
He originally thought that Lorenzo Holmes would be a cold-blooded killer of embryos, but after getting along with him for such a period of time, his inherent impression was shattered. However, he did not take it lightly. Everyone knows how to pretend.
"Well, I'm going to the bathroom."
As he said this, Kestrel greeted Lorenzo, and then walked to the car behind him. The moment he turned his head, the smile on his face disappeared, and instead he looked cold.
This mission was very important. In order to ensure that the weapons from Burhans would not be discovered by any curious passengers, Kestrel took the lead in getting on the bus to guard the cargo during this distance, but he did not expect to meet Lorenzo here.
According to Shrike's dictation on the hospital bed, he was the one who abducted Eve Phoenix. Although it is unclear how he escaped from the underground palace, it is obvious that this mysterious detective is related to the demon.
The purification agency maintains tough tactics against such people. According to normal procedures, knights with sophisticated weapons would knock on Lorenzo's door the day after the underground palace collapsed. However, because of Lorenzo's Red River Massacre, The record, coupled with the lack of high-ranking knights, slowed down Lorenzo's arrest.
Now that this troublemaker has arrived on the Glorious, Kestrel doesn't know what he is going to do, but it is better to inform Shrike just to be on the safe side.
After pushing open a heavy iron door and passing through the cargo box in front, even the conductors on the train did not notice that there was an extra section at the front of their train.
Behind the thick steel plates are well-armed soldiers, carrying weapons provided by the Mechanical Institute. They are a group of cold killing machines.
The radio station was placed in the middle of the carriage, with all kinds of supplies. It was more like a mobile command post than a carriage. There were soldiers guarding the end. After that was the forbidden door, and the weapons from Burhans were there. Sleeping there quietly.
"Tell Shrike to get ready, we have some unwelcome guests here."
After saying that, Kestrel took out a revolver from the weapon rack and hid it under his coat. The prerequisite for maintaining goodwill is that he has a weapon in his hand. For this guy who can crawl out of the underground palace without anyone noticing, what else can he do? It’s not too much to be vigilant about.
With this thought in mind, Kestrel was about to return to his seat, but suddenly thunderous gunfire rang out from the very back of the train.
……
a few minutes ago.
Watching the Kestrel leaving, Lorenzo looked out the window boredly, but there was nothing outside the window, only darkness. His eyes fell on the car in boredom, and Lorenzo looked at the passengers.
At first, Lorenzo was a layman in the detective industry. He remembers reading in a book that the best way to cultivate a detective's "deductive method" is to look at passers-by and judge a person's occupation and experience from their clothes and demeanor. etc.
At first, this training was a bit difficult for Lorenzo, because his eyes could not help but be attracted to the young girls on the street, and then he was chased by the patrolmen on the street...
Okay, let’s not talk about these unpleasant things for now. Lorenzo’s eyes fell on a nearby passenger and he looked him up and down.
He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, with a washed gray coat and a heavy suitcase. Like the kestrel, he was probably an unlucky middle-aged man on a business trip. He leaned his head on the back of the chair, feeling dizzy. sleep.
Then the next one, and the next one...
Looking at it in this way, Lorenzo found that there were no women, children, or even older people in the entire carriage, and they were basically social animals like kestrels.
Lorenzo stood up. He felt something was wrong. This route was also a tourist route to a certain extent, but now it was full of workers going to work. There were no women and children. This was very wrong.
He didn't have too many expressions. For safety reasons, he picked up the suitcase and flower box, walked casually in the carriage, and opened the heavy iron doors. No matter it was the flight attendant or anyone else, there was an unspeakable feeling. Outside the window was It was extremely dark, as if the train had entered the abyss at some point.
But suddenly he seemed to see something and sat down in the corner of another carriage.
"So why are you here?"
People who are connected to the darkness will also be connected to each other, like bright lights in the darkness, they will always see each other. Although the girl in front of him has dressed herself up beyond recognition, the smell of the secret blood is to Lorenzo So eye-catching.
"Because I have a commission to give to you."
Looking up, Eve's fair face was covered with dirty soot, and her bright eyes were filled with fear.
After escaping from the Phoenix Manor on the train, Eve found Lorenzo's home according to the address on the business card, but it was Mrs. Venrud who opened the door. By then, Lorenzo had already left for the Central Station. Fu ran as hard as she could before catching up with the Glory at the last moment.
"……what happened?"
The girl's eyes made Lorenzo cautious.
"I saw...those demons."
Eve finally said the word demon, and under constant pressure she had to face this nightmare creature.
"Right beside me, they stared at me and said they found me..."
Her voice was trembling. Ever since she escaped from the Phoenix Manor, it had been a desperate journey. The darkness had never been more terrifying, and it seemed that all the monsters were watching after that.
"Have we found you? The so-called spiritual vision? It is just a certain degree of hallucination and will not affect reality. You can just understand it as a waking nightmare."
Lorenzo, who was all too familiar with this kind of thing because he often smoked mandrake, comforted Eve.
To a certain extent, Lorenzo is actually trying to find a way to send Eve away, because the end of this journey is the mysterious sacred coffin. Ordinary people who come into contact with it will only be corroded into a member of the demon, and people like Eve Once a person with secret blood is completely corroded, he will become a more dangerous monster than ordinary monsters.
Although she had killed her teammates many times, Eve was still so young and there was no need to go to this hellish place.
"No, unlike hallucinations, it can actually see me."
Eve said anxiously, her mouth slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something, but because it was difficult to describe that kind of thing, she thought hard and didn't know how to explain it.
"It's like... it's like... two worlds overlapped!"
Eve said loudly.
"Didn't you say that? As it deepens, they can see us. I'm sure that monster saw me!"
Eve spoke with all her strength, the darkness was chasing her, trying to engulf her bright flame.
An unknown and strange power envelopes everything, and there are many ways for the demon's pollution to spread. It can be said that anything that can carry "information" can become a medium for their transmission.
A beam of light that can be described.
A painting that records the image of a demon.
A book about fighting with him.
Or a girl who was discovered by a demon and told of her fear.
"I was...discovered..."
As if she had exhausted all her strength, Eve finally said with fear and exhaustion.
So with the burning of the circuit, the lights in the car were extinguished one by one, and the weird and twisted shadow slowly stood up from the dark corner. The world of nightmares and reality overlapped in this brief moment, with a mad rage. Rubbing claws and teeth.
Eve pulled out the revolver named Deathstroke and pointed the muzzle into the unknown darkness. She was scared and angry, but it was all too dark, so dark that she couldn't see anything.
"Ah... so troublesome."
In the darkness, surrounded by a pack of wolves, the man spoke feebly. He felt like a social beast who had been working for many days and was suddenly called to work overtime when he was about to go home to rest.
A warm hand gently stroked Eve's head, as if to comfort her. Then the girl smelled a refreshing fragrance of flowers, and the soft petals fell like snow in the darkness, dancing wildly.
The delicate petals were still stuck to the Winchester, smelling the fragrance and gunpowder. The flower box fell heavily to the ground, like a funeral. More petals fell with it, and dazzling fire burst out from the muzzle, shining brightly. It illuminated the surrounding darkness and illuminated the ferocious-looking passengers.
(End of this chapter)