Embers of Embers

Chapter 646
"Today's weather is really bad."
"Yes, yes, to be precise, it has been like this these past few days."
In the tavern, two old guys were sitting by the window, drinking and talking. They looked like they had drunk too much and looked drunk.
Probably due to the bad weather and the fact that not many people came to drink during the day, the tavern was empty. Except for the bartender who was still cleaning glasses, these two guys were the only ones left.
"But why are you thinking about drinking with me?"
Oscar looked at him suspiciously. The two hadn't been in touch for a while, but it turned out that they were here when they got in touch.
"Because drinking alone is too boring."
Buscaro thought for a while, and then said, he looked very worried and didn't know what he was hiding.
Oscar didn't ask any questions. The two of them got together and drank from morning until now. During this period, they chatted about everything from recent trivial matters to the bad weather.
"Hey, old Dunling is such a horrible place... By the way, I always thought that I might have some supernatural power." Oscar scratched his gray hair.
"Ah? Tell me." Buscaro asked curiously.
"It's hard for me to say. In short, every time before it rains, I will feel a pain in my knees. Sometimes it will be particularly painful, and it will last until the heavy rain ends."
Oscar rubbed his knees vigorously. With the exertion of his palms, he could easily feel the pain beneath them. It was like the gears were covered with rust and dust. Every bend brought clarity. of pain.
"Although it hurts, every prediction is very accurate. Do you think my ability is very practical in old Dunling?"
When Buscaro heard this, his expression was a little dull. He thought for a while and then said slightly embarrassed.
"I think you have rheumatism."
"Huh? Rheumatism?"
cried Oscar, who had never associated this condition with rheumatism.
"Well, really, after living in Old Dunling for a long time, many people have such symptoms. I usually recommend them to take painkillers, or leave Old Dunling and find a sunny and warm place to live." Buska Luo said seriously.
"That sounds quite professional." Oscar's words were probably muddled because he had drunk too much.
"Professional? I've always been professional."
After hearing this, Oscar looked at Buscaro, his expression wrinkled together, trying hard to remember, and then let out a burst of exclamation.
"Yes, you are here as a doctor!"
Oscar looked at his old friend. It was probably because Buscaro had been decadent for so long that Oscar had forgotten that this guy was once a doctor.
"Well, yes, doctor, it's just past tense." Oscar repeated.
Listening to this guy's words, Buscaro felt sad. From being a doctor to an alcoholic, it took less than a year. Even he himself did not expect that he would change so much and become so decadent. thorough.
"Do you still have contact with your wife?" Oscar asked again.
"and also."
Buscaro spoke weakly, drinking heavily and trying to numb himself with alcohol.
"I guess so."
Oscar looked up and down Buscarlo's attire.
Buscaro was not in a bad mood today. He was dressed neatly and his bald hair was well taken care of. If you put aside the smell of alcohol on his body, he was dressed seriously as if he was going to attend an important meeting.
"You don't look like you're here to drink at all."
Oscar said as he opened his robe and saw that under the coat, he was actually wearing pajamas and slippers on his feet. Since he hugged the Stuart family's lap, this guy's attitude towards life has become more and more bold. .
"Why, I think your wife is back?" Oscar analyzed, "She returned to Old Dunling because of some things, and you want to take this opportunity to save the relationship. Not only do you clean up, but you also want to buy one. bouquet of flowers..."
Glancing out the window, Oscar continued, "But it looks like the flower shop is not open today."
"How did you know?"
Buscaro was completely convinced, and his eyes looked a little panicked.
"You guessed it, I am a famous writer. I use existing elements to conceive a plot. This is too simple. It is a basic professional quality." Oscar said.
"Writer? Sometimes I always feel like you're joking."
Looking at Oscar's terrible appearance, Buscaro couldn't help but think of his profession.
"Just like you were a doctor in the past, who hasn't had a glorious past? Right." Oscar smiled and shook his head.
"A writer wants to have a drink with me here? This is a place like this."
Buscalo's words were messed up. This tavern is very remote, small, and not well-known. He came here because the drinks here are cheap, but what he didn't tell Oscar was that he was actually a frequent visitor here... He just doesn't want Oscar to know about his fall.
"You asked me to book the place, why are you blaming me again?" Oscar said, "No matter what, this is a shop owned by my friend. We come here to drink for free, are you right? Hercule! "
Oscar shouted to the bartender behind him. Hercule rolled his eyes at him, made another mark on the bill, and said nothing. Anyway, the Stuart family would pay the bill in the end, and Hercule took over. Oscar drank.
"However, you were supposed to go see your wife, but now you are here drinking with me," Oscar said as sharply as a cunning fox. "Are you afraid? Afraid to face her?"
"Think about it. You have been depraved for so long, even if you wake up temporarily, the smell of alcohol will not go away."
There was no mercy in Oscar's words, which made Buscaro feel heartbroken.
In fact, he also understood that his endless drunkenness had really angered his friend. Faced with his ridicule, Buscaro could only accept it and drink sullenly.
People, when they are sad, they drink more. Under the numbness of alcohol, Buscaro becomes more and more drunk, looks sad, and then starts crying with tears in his eyes.
"She left me and took the child with her..."
Buscaro reveals his true feelings and his expression is so sad that the listener sheds tears and the viewer feels sad. Combined with the alcohol and the heavy rain outside the window, it is almost like a stage play.
"Ah this..."
Listening to Buscaro's confession, Oscar became confused. He just wanted to tease him as usual, but he didn't expect the effect to be surprisingly good.
Then Buscaro grabbed him, his nose dripping with tears.
"I said great writers, can you understand? Suddenly it was like the sky fell. The motivation for my work was for them, but now there is nothing."
Oscar's expression became extremely embarrassed. He tried to push Buscaro away, but Buscarlo pushed closer. Under this eager gaze, Oscar could only speak dryly.
"This...this is a bit beyond the scope of my knowledge."
"what happened?"
Buscaro stared at Oscar. Oscar now regretted asking so many questions. Isn't it good to just drink alcohol?
"You know, I... I don't have a wife, and I've never been married."
As Oscar finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
The expression on Buscaro's face changed rapidly, and finally he smiled from his sadness.
"What are you laughing at?" Oscar asked.
"I can't help but feel happy when I see that you are more unlucky than me in some way."
"Are you gloating?"
"more or less."
The two looked at each other, then sighed together, looked out the window into the rain and fog, picked up the wine glass, touched it lightly, and drank it down.
"It seems that no one has a perfect life." Buscaro sighed.
"A perfect life? Does this thing really exist? I feel that it exists in books," Oscar said. "It depends on whether the author will be merciful enough to write about a perfect life."
"Would you write something like this?" Buscaro asked.
Oscar nodded, then shook his head, "Who knows?"
The two of them breathed out the smell of wine, and the scene at the moment felt good, peaceful and peaceful. It was raining and thundering outside, but they were warm and had good wine indoors.
"Sure enough, happiness comes from comparison."
Buscaro murmured, and then he looked at Oscar.
"I...my wife recently returned to Old Dunling to visit friends. I originally wanted to see her today to try to save the relationship." Buscaro lowered his head and said.
Oscar guessed correctly, and then he slapped Buscaro's bald head, knocking his carefully taken care of hair into a mess.
"Then you come in and drink!"
Oscar looked like he hated iron and steel.
"I don't care. Do you drink to strengthen your courage?"
Hearing this, Oscar became even more angry. It was exactly the same as he had guessed. It was really easy to guess what this idiot Buscaro was thinking.
"The stronger you get, the more cowardly you become?"
Listening to Oscar's scolding, Buscaro didn't speak. After a while, he slowly spoke.
"I was busy with work and neglected my family. When my wife left, she had a very tough attitude. I thought maybe she shouldn't be stalked... I don't care about the face, I just hope not to cause her any trouble."
"So you are hesitant and don't know whether you should go?"
"probably."
Buscaro looked at the sky, his eyes sober on his reddish face.
Oscar probably didn't expect to encounter such a thing. He also looked at the sky. The sky in Old Dunling was gloomy and there was no sunlight. The streets lit up one after another, and then dispersed by the rain and fog, just like a different world in a dream. .
There are many ordinary people living in this city, and they have no idea about the coming storm.
"Go quickly, Buscaro," Oscar said suddenly, "time is running out."
"What did you say?"
Buscaro looked at the drunkard beside him, and could clearly feel the change in Oscar's attitude. Before, he looked like a drunkard in a state of embarrassment, but now he was like a wolf hiding a secret, waiting for the storm to come.
"I said, let's go, whether it's to ease the relationship, or to say goodbye, in short, go, if you hesitate any longer, there will be no time."
Oscar stretched his body vigorously, making the sound of bones, and then he said drunkenly.
"I have completed my mission. Now I have nothing to restrain me. It doesn't matter even if I die here. You are different, Buscaro. Don't leave any regrets."
Buscaro was a little confused as to what Oscar was talking about. Anyway, he just thought it was just a drunken rant. After all, they had drunk too much, and the bottles and cans around the table were one after another.
But he could definitely feel Oscar's emotions. He was holding a wine glass and leaning against the window, his expression full of melancholy.
"You remind me of Lorenzo. I should say he is indeed your student. You look the same."
Buscaro said suddenly.
Looking at the weird Oscar, a familiar face was trying to crawl out of his memory. He tried to recall that bad face, and then he remembered more.
He still remembered that bad night. It was in this tavern that Buscaro met the haunting guy again, and that guy was very familiar with the boss here...
Wait a minute!
Buscaro thought of something, and most of his drunkenness sobered up.
"You said, this is your friend's shop?"
"uh-huh."
Buscaro turned his head suddenly, looked at Hercule, then looked at Oscar, and asked with trembling words.
"No, no, no, wait a minute, you know him!"
His fingers traced from Oscar's body to Hercule's body.
"He knows Lorenzo again!"
Perhaps the alcohol had really numbed his consciousness, and then Buscaro realized all this belatedly.
Hercule has been watching his drunkenness, who knows if he will say this to Oscar... Buscalo doesn't want to disappoint his friend, but he suddenly realizes that all this has something to do with Lorenzo It's related to the disaster star.
Just then the door was pushed open.
"Ah! Saved!"
Sa Liangxi shouted that he was lucky to find a familiar place in the heavy rain. Although he was a stranger, he could still gain some face in the name of Mr. Holmes.
Thinking this, Sa Liangxi looked to the side, several pairs of eyes crossing back and forth.
"Yo! Sa Liangxi!"
Oscar said hello. After handing over his identity as the founder of the country, he no longer participated in the action of purging the organization, but before that, he still met with Jiuxia's group of visitors.
"Yo! Oscar!"
Xi Liangxi's channel is in line with Oscar, and she has the same respect for the former founder of the country.
Then came Rhodes and Buscaro. They had met here one night before. For some reason, they both saw the same sadness in each other's eyes. It was obvious that they were The second time I met, I felt like we were fellow Taoists.
"Hercule! Give these two friends some wine to warm themselves up."
Oscar shouted to Hercule behind the bar, and Hercule cursed.
"This is all included in the account!"
He said so, but he still took out the opened bottle of wine, brought two glasses, and brought them to their table.
"No...you just said you didn't have time, right?"
Buscalo's consciousness became clearer, and because of this awareness, he felt a strong sense of crisis, and his eyes were full of panic.
Judging from his experience, as long as it is related to Lorenzo, even if it is related to his friends, it is an extremely bad thing.
"Huh? What did I just say?"
Oscar started to pretend to be dead, but was caught by Buscaro. He shouted loudly, smelling heavily of alcohol.
"You said there was no time!"
He looked at the others, and then looked at Jiu Dunling in the rain and fog outside the window.
"What's going to happen next?"
Buscaro's expression was stiff, and Oscar's previous words echoed in his ears. They were not drunken gibberish, but a warning.
"Don't try to lie to me! I know what kind of guy Lorenzo is, and there will only be one bigger trouble after another with him!"
He was almost yelling now.
The rustling sound of electric current broke the tranquility. Buscaro looked at the source of the sound. Xie Liangxi picked up the communicator, and saw the lights flickering on it, and then a vague sound sounded in the wind and rain.
"The war... has begun."
At this moment, everyone present was sober, their eyes were burning with murderous intent.
The change was so huge that Buscaro was stunned for a moment. Sagaraki pulled out his weapon, and Rhodes looked like he was facing a formidable enemy. Behind the bar, Hercule directly picked up the gun and shot Different weapons fill the table.
Looking down, even the most unruly Oscar concentrated his mind, with a serious look on his face.
"A war that took place in the old Dunling, a secret war that no one should know about."
Oscar took off Buscaro's hand, picked up the wine glass, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.
"Rejoice, Buscaro, you will witness this fateful battle with your own eyes."
As the words fell, piercing sirens sounded in the streets, and the rain became more intense, as if a thousand knives were hitting the glass. The wind was strong and the noise continued, as if the entire house would be completely shattered in the next second.
"I...my wife, he is in the hotel not far away, I want to find her!"
Even drunkenness failed to embolden him, but now he was yelling and wanted to rush out of the tavern. Oscar stretched out his hand and grabbed him tightly. Buscaro tried to break away, but suddenly he found that he couldn't break Oscar at all. Thinking about how strong this drunkard's arms were.
"Hush, be quiet, Buscaro."
Oscar smiled and said softly.
"Listen, they're howling."
Thousands of crows flew overhead, singing a song of mourning for the chaotic opening.
(End of this chapter)