Ember’s Gun

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Outer city district, East Elyse district, 121A Cork Street.

Old Turin has entered the night, and the dark whale inside the night sky swims slowly as usual, and then cast a huge beam of light to peer at the sleeping city.

Hot water vapor gushes out from under the manhole cover, and the white tide inside Lorenzo walks out slowly.

He looked good, but his face was a little pale, he walked very slowly with his cane.

Lorenzo escaped before the follow-up mounted police arrived. Tangled and complicated in the lower city district rescued him. Judging from his familiar movements when he ran, he was not the first time he was chased.

It’s just that this time he failed to escape smoothly. He could only say that he had to admire the thugs’ hands-on ability. They actually made a nail gun and came out. In the dense barrage, Lorenzo’s embarrassed escape posture was still hit. The finger-long nails were shot into his waist, but fortunately it was just a superficial wound.

For the blessing of the water vapor that pervades day and night, the clothes of the people in Old Turin are always wet, so Lorenzo likes black so people can’t tell whether it is water stains or blood stains on his clothes.

After walking for a long time, he finally reached the door of his house.

121A Cork Street.

The location here is remote and it is a new location developed in recent years, so the house price is very cheap, but although it is cheap, but also not Lorenzo this detective can buy, so under the introduction of Burlau, he found a good place Renting.

Lorenzo did not dare to knock on the door, opened it gently, and cautiously walked in.

The owner of the first floor is the landlord Mrs. Van Lude, who is a very hard-core old lady. It is said that she used to be a female soldier and the most heroic empty ranger.

She often brags to Lorenzo about Glory’s deeds in her youth, and what she likes most is the story about how she met her husband.

I still remember that it was the end of Glorious War and the whole Old Turin was in turmoil. At that time, Mrs. Van Lude returned to Old Turin as a wounded soldier to recuperate. At that time, there was a riot in Old Turin, and she could only be dispatched as a wounded soldier.

Lorenzo guessed that she met an officer and fell in love, but the actual situation is that Mrs. Van Lude, as an empty ranger, pulled the wire rope dropping from the sky and exploded the enemy’s head with one shot. By the way, he captured one of them, and that The captured bad luck egg is her husband later.

“You married an enemy?” Lorenzo was very confused at the time.

“He’s just a youngster who didn’t learn well. Under my supervision, he got well.”

“What did you think? You were fighting! Then you grabbed a husband back?”

“Lorenzo, you are still young, do you know love at first sight?”

There was light in the old muddy eyes, and she answered so.

It’s a hard-core love story. A fully armed hero dropping from the sky, she should have destroyed this bad luck child with a single shot, but she couldn’t pull the trigger at first sight, just like a primitive person. Bang knocked his head faint. When he woke up, he had only two choices. Either take the woman in front of him or be executed for treason.

What happened after the marriage of the two people was unknown to Lorenzo. Lorenzo also had questions about Mrs. Van Lude’s words, but when she thought of the fierceness she drew when she owed the rent, Lorenzo stopped talking. Up.

I climbed upstairs quietly. There were 2 doors on the 2 sides of the living room. One belonged to Lorenzo and the other belonged to his roommate. He was a very ordinary person. He was a mechanic by profession and often worked overtime in the factory.

The light in the room didn’t turn on. It looks like the bad luck mechanic is working overtime again.

After entering his own room, Lorenzo’s heart really let go. Hanging the clothes neatly on the hanger, he carried the medical kit into the bathroom, which is also one of the reasons why he likes it here. The separate bathroom is awesome.

As the warm water fell, he was bare-chested and carefully cleaned up the wound.

The wound was not big. After careful cleaning, Lorenzo began to disinfect. We must know that most of the weapons made by the mobs in the lower city district were not lethal, but the things that were attached to those weapons were lethal.

In that dirty ghost place, you never know which saber or sword was placed in the stinking ditch the night before.

The era of war has passed. Now it is the disease that takes the lives of people. Most of the people’s death is caused by infection after injury, and this group of people don’t even have basic medical awareness.

A Divine Item was once popular in the lower city district. It was just a rusty metal weapon. Lorenzo called it the blade of tetanus. After all, there were black doctors who didn’t know where they came from. The death penalty was basically declared.

After treating the wound, Lorenzo slowly stood up, exhaustion urging him to sleep quickly.

I inadvertently glanced across the mirror, and from the corner of my eyes I saw the hideous and twisted black lines reflected in it.

It was a tattoo, a big black tree growing along Lorenzo’s spine. It was a weird feeling. Looking at the tattoo directly, it was as if Lorenzo itself was a piece of human skin, and the iron branches and thorns supported the whole The body, but like a black snake winding and twisting, wrapped around the body of this mortal.

Strange and dark, as if the black leads to another world afterwards.

Prop up the tree of the world.

Lorenzo seems to have been used to ignoring its existence, just a glance does not pay attention to.

“The tattoo is pretty good.”

Suddenly a sound rang in the room.

The wild beast’s vigilance cut Lorenzo’s nerves like a razor, and the killing intent rolled in his gray-blue eyes.

Looking at it, the man is sitting on the sofa wearing a delicate mask, his movements are full of randomness, as if he regards this place as his own home.

“I almost killed you.”

Lorenzo was not in a high mood. After realizing the man’s identity, his hand stretched out from the blind spot of the man’s sight, holding a gun filled with ammunition on it.

This is one of Lorenzo’s habits. His sword is hidden everywhere in this small room. If someone breaks in without permission, even if Lorenzo wipes his butt, he can draw his weapon from behind the towel, and a gun burst. His head.

“It seems that you don’t like to let others see your tattoo, but it’s actually quite good, very artistic.” Burlau watched Lorenzo put on his coat, and then sat opposite him.

“I just don’t like being stared at by a man.”

Lorenzo ruthless shot back, then put the pistol aside and looked at his employer.

“So what’s the matter with the noble Burlau coming to visit at night?”

Burlau didn’t answer Lorenzo’s words. Instead, he picked up the tin box on the side. As it opened, the aroma of tobacco assaults the senses.

“I guess your marks are meant to be.”

That was Lorenzo’s cigarette case. Although Lorenzo was already full of displeasure, Burlau was still the same, flipping through the cigarette case to make comments.

“This is… Parsnip?”

Picking up the red-lined cigarette, Burlau smelled it a little surprised.

“I thought you couldn’t recognize this thing.”

For Burlau to recognize Parsnip, Lorenzo was a little surprised. In his opinion, people like Burlau should be addicted to money and wine inside.

“I recently came to a group of shamans from the land of fertility. They talked about Spiritual God devil, weird and incomprehensible.”

Burlau continued flipping through the cigarette case and said.

“Their leaders wanted to eat in the lower city district, so when they came to see me they told me a lot about shaman witchcraft, such as this Parsnip. They said that smoking this thing makes the smoker a so-called “Spiritist”. Then the smoker will trigger the’Spirit Vision’ to see something that shouldn’t be seen.”

His eyes were a little playful, then looked towards Lorenzo.

“How long have you used this thing?”

“It has nothing to do with you, Burlau.”

To Burlau’s question, Lorenzo responded with a rare toughness.

“Okay, okay, what’s the matter with this cigarette?”

Burlau knows Lorenzo’s habits. Most of his cigarettes are mixed with refreshing herbs, but at the moment this cigarette is very special, with a black line drawn on it, and there is only one. It exudes a chilling sensation, as if there are deadly toxins in it.

“It’s poisonous, it’s better not to touch it if you don’t want to die.” Lorenzo patiently explained to Burlau.

“Hmm… I guess this is your tool for murder?”

“Leave a mark on the tool of killing?”

Lorenzo ruthless mocked Burlau, even a few hours ago, the gold master almost shot him in the head.

“That is the cigarette left to me. The neurotoxin will cause me to fall into a coma, and then my heart will stop heartbeat in a dream.”

This was his tool for suicide, but Lorenzo speaking of which effortless, it was as if it was not his life that died.

Burlau was a little dazed. It seemed that this cynical person who didn’t expect would have such a cruel side to himself. Seeing Burlau’s expression, Lorenzo then said slowly.

“You have been in the lower city district for so long. You should be very clear. Some things are more terrifying than death, so sometimes death is the most correct choice.”

Death is only a momentary matter, but pain can be a lifetime matter.

“What a profound philosophy of life.”

For a moment, Burlau exclaimed.

“So, did Lorenzo Holmes also encounter the’Why don’t you die here?”

Like a poisonous snake showing its fangs, Burlau sat on the front with a smile.

What awaited him was the rapid lifting of the pitch-black muzzle, and the cold look in Lorenzo’s gray-blue eyes.

“Burlau, you said, coming to Irvine and Old Turin is a brand new life, and the new life should say goodbye to the past, right?”

“It looks like you are really angry.” Burlau said casually. “I’m just curious about what the man in front of me looked like before he changed his name to Lorenzo Holmes, but you still don’t seem to want to say it.”

This is not the first conversation like this. When Lorenzo came to Old Turin 6 years ago, Burlau tried to dig out his past more than once.

Everyone who starts a new life should have his own past, but Lorenzo is different. No matter how Burlau investigates, he doesn’t know his origins, as if he appeared out of thin air.

“Don’t be angry, I still trust you, after all, you are my Ironthorn. If you still don’t want to talk about it, then let’s change the subject.”

Burlau doesn’t care about Lorenzo’s offense. The two of them are very special. Although it is an employment relationship, most of the time they are equal.

“Let’s talk about the progress of today’s case, thanks to you, Suaran Hall has already started to pay attention.”

Speaking of the exquisite revolver took out from his arms and pointed at Lorenzo, Burlau smiled kindly under half of his mask, and no one knew whether the last bullet was filled in.

After talking about personal matters and discussing business matters, if it were not for the truth that no one could replace him, Burlau really wanted to kill the big detective before him.