Embers of Embers

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It was a nice day, leisurely, without any trivial matters to disturb anyone. The sky was blue and the sun was setting warmly, making people drowsy.
"Ah...is this a holiday?"
Lorenzo sat on the shabby sofa, put his feet up on the fence of the rooftop.
Old Dunling is a gloomy city all the year round. It is very rare to see such a sunny day. The dark clouds cleared and the sun shone thousands of miles. Even people's depressed mood also lifted a lot.
Lorenzo hid under the umbrella, with several bottles of wine in the ice bucket beside him, and books in his arms, which he opened and read from time to time.
It was so quiet and peaceful that even a hard-working man like Lorenzo felt the peace of life.
"It's just that the noise is a little too loud."
Lorenzo muttered, and there were sounds all around, as if Lorenzo's neighbors were renovating in unison.
Well, in fact, it's not just Lorenzo's neighbors. The entire old Dunling is undergoing major renovations and is noisy. In order to make way for these "renovations", many lines in the city have been interrupted, crowds of people are crowded, and complaints are constant.
Picking up the newspaper casually, it was full of dissatisfaction and accusations against the municipal government, and the rebuttals followed. Lorenzo glanced at it for a few times, then threw it away and ignored it.
Standing up lazily, Lorenzo stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down he could clearly see the street scenery.
He picked up the bottle and took a sip. With the strength of the wine, Lorenzo had some thoughts in his heart.
He wanted to jump down and jump from the rooftop.
It's not that life is unsatisfactory, it's just... a temporary decision.
Unfortunately, this idea was just an idea. After lingering in my mind for a while, it disappeared.
Lorenzo shook his head helplessly, staggered down, put the wine bottle back into the barrel, and picked up the crutch placed next to the sofa.
It was an exquisite walking stick, made of bright mahogany inlaid with silver and gold. It was more like a work of art than a tool, and there was such a passage engraved in the corner.
"To the great Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."
This crutch came from a generous employer of Lorenzo. After seeing Lorenzo risking his life for his commission, jumping directly from the third floor and breaking his bones, he was deeply moved by Lorenzo, and then he With this crutch, and Lorenzo's current leg injury.
Lorenzo recalled, but his memory was also blurred by the antimeme, and he couldn't even recall the specific date.
In short, since then, he has become a mortal, but from time to time he still mistakes himself for the powerful demon hunter, thus doing some strange actions.
The new life is hard, but Lorenzo is studying hard... at least he knows how to dodge bullets.
Walking down the rooftop and turning into the office, the layout of everything has not changed much. Some rooms are still closed and will only be opened during general cleaning to clear out the dust.
The living room on the first floor is much cleaner and tidier. Documents are neatly placed aside, and clothes are not scattered around, but hung on hangers.
Being so organized, Lorenzo sometimes feels surprised that his life has become regular.
"Go to work!"
Lorenzo complained loudly, picked up a pile of unprocessed letters, sat down at his desk, picked up a letter opener, and opened them one by one.
"Advertising...bills..."
Lorenzo muttered, sorting the letters one by one.
But before the work was completed, he became impatient. He threw the letter aside and looked out the window at the street.
Lorenzo has retired. He is no longer a witcher and has completely bid farewell to that exciting life. Now he is a private detective who is recovering from his injuries and needs to worry about his own livelihood.
The Stuart family, the purification agency, the Platinum Palace... they all expressed their willingness to support Lorenzo, but Lorenzo rejected them one by one and would only seek some assistance when necessary.
In Lorenzo's words, "I'm still young and don't look like Oscar."
Yes, Oscar...
Thinking of this, Lorenzo picked up a personal letter, opened it and read it.
This is a letter from Oscar. He is already an old guy. The cold weather in Old Dunling is really not friendly enough for this guy suffering from rheumatism.
It is said that he is currently retiring with Arthur and Merlin, living on an island where there is spring all year round.
With the support of the Stuart family, Oscar's life can be described as corrupt and decadent.
Lorenzo put aside his memories and looked at the words on the letter, Oscar's narration sounded in his mind.
“Wow, this is really nice, Lorenzo, if you are going to die in the future, I also recommend that you come here to retire.
The food and drink are both good. As expected of the Phoenix family, you can actually eat food from the Viking countries here. Is this the life of a rich person? "
Lorenzo could already imagine Oscar's beaming look.
"Arthur and Merlin, the two old guys, are also very healthy. We have started fishing recently, but we can't catch anything good. Arthur was thrown into the sea by a fish before he could catch the fishing rod a few days ago..."
The text is rambling, which does not reflect Oscar's level as a writer at all. Instead, it looks like an old man mumbling endlessly to himself.
"Oh, by the way, Lorenzo, the new round of royalties has arrived. It's such a big sum! I guess you must be thinking now, 'I should share some of this money', right?"
Lorenzo's expression was slightly distorted, and Oscar's drunken laughter could be vaguely heard.
He was too lazy to continue reading. What followed was nothing more than some begging words, so he directly picked up the next letter and opened it.
"At the end of this month, the cruise to the Viking countries will end. So far, we have not found any traces of demons. They seem to have been completely driven away, without any trace..."
The serious tone came through the back of the paper.
This is a letter from Shrike. Now he is the boss of the purification agency, and he is cruising around the world with the Voyage to Dawn, alert to the return of the demons.
In the time that followed, Lorenzo met Shrike many times. Every time they met, Lorenzo could feel the changes in Shrike. He became more and more like a leader, more and more like...Asia Se?
He would often talk to Lorenzo about warning demons. Fortunately, Lorenzo really drove them all away. After all this time, there was still no noticeable abnormality.
The world is truly safer.
"Ah...demon."
Lorenzo let out a long sigh.
demon.
A word that should be very familiar to him, but as the Unspeakable was exiled, Lorenzo's memory became riddled with holes, and the memories related to it continued to wither and collapse, until in the end only A distorted curtain fell.
At least Lorenzo thinks this is a good thing. He has completely said goodbye to the past and started a new life...but he needs to adapt little by little.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo looked at his injured leg and prayed that it would heal quickly. The time spent recuperating at home was really boring.
Yeah, it's so boring.
Lorenzo looked around. The office was quite big, but Lorenzo was the only one left.
He had thought about recruiting some new roommates, but he gave up the idea when he thought that there was no place for the new roommates to live. He also thought about raising some small animals, but he couldn't even take care of himself well, and he had to take care of the small animals. Just forget it.
Hercule also asked Lorenzo if he was interested in living with him. Now he has started a chinchilla breeding, and the house is full of big furry rats, and the house is full of Poirot descendants.
Lorenzo was tempted for a moment, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. He felt that he was more suitable to stay in this firm. If he left, there would really be no one left in this firm.
Just like that, going around and around, nothing changed, just the same as usual.
No one is chasing Lorenzo, and Lorenzo himself is a little restless. Sometimes he wants to write some memoirs or something, but he always writes a paragraph and stops for a paragraph. After writing for so long, nothing is too big. progress.
He thought that probably because he was too involved with the demon, his past memories had long been blurred, and even some familiar people and objects had long since disappeared.
Like a silent death, Lorenzo felt no sadness, only nothingness.
But... there are still some things left.
Lorenzo raised his head and looked at the shotgun hanging on the wall of the office. It was well maintained, like a handicraft.
He carefully took it off, held it in his arms, and Lorenzo stroked it gently.
He could no longer remember what the words engraved on it meant, nor why they were written, but he thought that these few short sentences probably had a profound meaning to him, so even if he had forgotten so much Today, when facing this gun, he still instinctively feels nostalgia and reluctance.
His hand touched the corner, and there were a few new words added there. Judging from the traces, they were engraved later, a few numbers, and a few short names.
Lorenzo tried hard to remember, but he could only remember vague fragments, and he couldn't remember the more specific details.
He was a little sad, as if he had forgotten something important, but it didn't seem like he had.
Even if he wanted to feel sad, he couldn't bring himself to express his emotions because he really couldn't remember anything.
"what……"
Lorenzo sighed again, relaxed his body and looked towards the sunny street.
There was constant noise, but it was full of the breath of life. Lorenzo was very close to it all, only separated by a door, but it seemed so far away that he could not reach it no matter what.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, interrupting Lorenzo's thoughts. Just as he was about to say something, the other party opened the door directly, and the sunlight poured in, stinging Lorenzo so much that he couldn't open his eyes.
(End of this chapter)