Ember’s Gun

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Lorenzo said all this confidently. He liked it very much. Although he didn’t say it directly, he felt that he was humiliating Burlau’s IQ.

Burlau was silent, always like this, just when he was about to pull the trigger to kill the hell detective, he would always prove his worth, and then get angry enough.

“This is your plan, borrow those forensics?”

Lorenzo nodded.

“Burlau, you have to admit that everyone has their own field of specialisation. I went to the established by Royals Medical College to attend a class before.” Lorenzo’s face has a twist that seems to be a nightmare of memories.

“For the first time to tell the truth, I am confused by knowledge.”

“Of course you also have your use, otherwise I won’t come to see you in the ghost place of lower city district.”

Lorenzo is always so self-confident that he doesn’t care that Burlau just pointed a gun at him.

“Burlau, I came mainly to ask you some questions.”

“what is the problem?”

Burlau put the gun on the table, and he fell into Lorenzo’s rhythm again. He was clearly his employer and the leader of the lower city district, but when Lorenzo started a long talk, he would always bow his head unconsciously.

Just like Reverend and his students, Lorenzo is the bad Reverend. He doesn’t teach the students anything, but only plays with their minds to show his excellence, as if he can feel satisfied from it.

“Burlau, I need to know the whole picture of this case.”

Lorenzo stared at Burlau closely, reflecting his fuzzy silhouette in Irvine’s unique blue green eyes.

“A sailor has a secret you want to know… Burlau, I am a detective, not a writer. I need to know the whole picture to find out everything, otherwise I will go home and try to make a reasonable one for you. The story.”

Grasping the edge of the table, Lorenzo pulled himself over. He approached Burlau, and the two looked like close friends.

“So, are you interested in talking about it?”

Lorenzo asked with a smile.

……

The story starts from half a month ago.

According to Irvine’s law, the period from mid-June to mid-September is a no-fishing period. All fishing boats moored in the port are prohibited from sailing and fishing. But one day before half a month, a fishing boat arrived at the port of Rendona in mist. .

“My people have been tracking the ship for a long time. They set off from Viking Kingdom Norbito. During this time, they changed their route and passed through the ice sea, and finally arrived at the port of Rendona half a month ago.”

“It doesn’t sound suspicious. Every year during the fishing ban, many fishing boats will fish from other Sea Territory and send them to Old Turin.”

Lorenzo said while listening.

“The problem is that their fishing boats did not unload after they were anchored, and no one came out. They just stopped at the wharf. After a few days of exposure, the fish and shrimps started to smell bad before they caught people’s attention.”

“So… is this fishing boat worth it?”

This is an essential question, everything has its value, even now this fishing boat, a fishing boat that has not unloaded, Lorenzo can’t understand how he alarmed Burlau this great character.

“It is not as simple as a fishing boat.”

Burlau told the concealed story, and the alcohol added to the atmosphere and made him feel much better.

“My business is not only here in Old Turin, but also in the surrounding areas… The ship carried things he shouldn’t have, and my people have been tracking it, using a new-style steam ship, which is faster than them. More than doubled.

Originally, they would stop them in the North Sea, and then let this bad luck fishing boat sleep forever, and send those Vikings back to their Heroic Spirit Hall. “

He drank the remaining wine in the glass, he continued.

“But the accident happened. It was as if Odin God blessed them. The fishing boat sailed into the ice sea, and my people lost their tracks in the rainstorm. Then as I said, they arrived at the port of Rendona. The fish and shrimps are just a cover up, the real goods have been shipped away long ago.”

“So what I want to check is the mysterious cargo, right?”

Lorenzo lowered his head and smoked his pipe, talking nodded.

“Yes, according to the list, that Wall is the sailor of the Silverfish Ship. Since they arrived, these people have disappeared from the face of the earth. Wall, I am the only one who can find a trace.”

“Counting the captain’s chief officer, there are a total of ten people. Excluding the dead Wall, the remaining ten people are still missing.”

“But now the only Wall is killed by you.”

Burlau did not say angrily.

Lorenzo looked at him, the confusion in his heart did not diminish.

“Why don’t you do it yourself, just grab someone.”

“This cargo is related to a certain Duke, and my people can’t appear on the scene.” Burlau is the king in the dark, but when facing the noble Duke, he still looks embarrassed.

“What about the goods?”

“I don’t know, I only know that it is sealed in an iron box.”

Lorenzo smiled.

“Look, another vague request. Can I go to the blacksmith to bring an iron box and receive the reward?”

Burlau was not angry at Lorenzo’s provocation this time. He was calm and uncharacteristic.

“Do you believe in things like Sixth Sense?”

“You mean intuition?”

“probably.”

Burlau looked down at the revolver on the table, and the ghosts and gods paintings carved on the bullet nest. He was fascinated by it.

“You will understand when you first see it…just like intuition, when you see that iron box, you will recognize it.”

The words were extremely mysterious and abstruse, which was something Lorenzo had never seen before, and he felt a little bad.

“Burlau, you still have a lot of things that you haven’t explained to me.”

This is a fragmented story, even Lorenzo has some not knowing what to do, behind which he can’t see clearly.

“Lorenzo, you are just a detective I hired, not my accountant. You better not understand that many of my business.”

Burlau refused to reveal more, his eyes were firm.

“This is for your good.”

“The rest of the information is here. The carriage is already waiting for you outside. You can take a look on the way to the hospital.”

Speaking, Burlau took out a document, flipped through a few pages, tore off the parts that Lorenzo shouldn’t know, and threw it to him.

“Lorenzo, you know how much I trust you, I’m the hated butcher bird, and you are the Ironthorn who killed my prey.”

Burlau looked at him.

“So hurry up, if you don’t do it well, I will fill in the last bullet.” He was referring to the revolver with a probability of 60%.

“Okay.”

Lorenzo got up and picked up the file, turned and left, but stopped again.

“Or do things my way, right?”

“I only care about the outcome of this matter.”

This was probably an answer, so Lorenzo pushed open the iron gate and left without looking back.

……

Walking out of the rocky castle, the cold air poured into Lorenzo’s nose in an instant. The air was so humid and cold and depressed.

It’s so cold…

Old Turin is like this. With several thousand tons of water vapor permeating day and night, it is always rainy and rainy. They gather in the sky above the city, as if the cloud dome covers everything, and the sun will shine the cloudy sky golden, as if the sky is also Burning in general.

The carriage driver was already waiting for Lorenzo outside, this time Lorenzo walked directly into the carriage and looked through the documents.

The scenery outside the car window changed slowly. After a few inspections, they entered the outer city district, which is different from the run-down and desolate of the lower city district. Here can be seen everywhere that towering Gothic and Balot architecture, tall and tall Steam towers were erected between each block, and billowing smoke rose from the chimney, turning everything gray.

This is the Place of Origin of steam technology, the most advanced city in this world. With technological innovation and development, everyone lives with hope.

The documents are fixed with delicate iron frames, and the edges are decorated with mottled brass. This is a common decoration technique in this era. Gears and pipes seem to be like steam machines. For this reason, there are a group of people who worship those hot machines, thinking that they are the mighty power bestowed by gods.

Opened the file, Lorenzo read it carefully in the shaking carriage.

What is written here is more detailed than what Burlau said. Most of them are personally dictated by the person under investigation. The words are messy, but without exception, they are recorded.

Lorenzo felt more comfortable seeing this. In the past, those people only kept the important and streamlined parts of the case, which made some accounts look extremely cold.

It is the opinion that Lorenzo puts down every sentence in detail. Only in this way can Lorenzo feel that he is facing a person when facing this piece of paper, a person who really knows flesh and blood. He talks and talks. Everything is slowly said.

Reaching out into his arms, he took out an exaggerated iron box, which was neatly filled with cigarettes.

Picking up one of the red-lined cigarettes, Lorenzo picked it up and looked at everything on the file.

Smoke in the carriage was rising slowly.

Time seemed to slow down, and the contents of the tobacco spread to his nerves after the blood exchange, so the gray-blue eyes were gleaming.

As if the carriage stepped into another world, the window darkened, and finally turned into pitch black. In this darkness, only the light from Lorenzo’s cigarette was left.

“Let me see you…”

Lorenzo lightly said, as he rubbed his fingers against the rough surface of the paper along with the gleam of the cigarette, he meditated on the text in his heart.

The so-called “speaking spirit” is simply to understand the words, that is, the words are spoken, just like the classic “God said there must be light, so there is light”.

That is a narrative from the bottom of my heart, so the “spirit” ferments in the darkness.

Lorenzo looked at the documents under the firelight, and suddenly a rush of wind sounded in the darkness, sweeping over him with the fishy smell of sea water.

Something seemed to be approaching Lorenzo, it was crawling slowly on the ground, making a sticky and disgusting sound, and its pupils watched the pensive man quietly, and it stopped not far away.

A thunderstorm passed by, and the darkness was lit up for a moment under the hold of the storm, so The earth shook and the mountain quivered.

Although it was only a moment, it was still possible to see Lorenzo sitting in a chair with his head down and meditating. If you zoomed out, you would see that he was on the Silverfish Ship at this moment.

The sea beat the sinking ship, the strange cold wind stroked him, and the cracked and wet deck in front of him was now full of people.

As if none of this existed, Lorenzo coldly raised his head and looked at the silhouette paled by the thunderbolt. The seaweed-like hair swayed in the wind, and the sea tickled like blood.

Lorenzo had no fear at all, as if everything couldn’t be more ordinary.

“Where have you been?”

He questioned the weird darkness.

The crew disappeared out of thin air, mysterious cargo. He was looking for the weird hidden between the lines, the thing that really pushed all of this.

The flash of thunderbolt was about to leave, and at the end of the rays of light, Lorenzo noticed a trace of old blood.

The creature staring at him in the dark.

Turning his head violently, Lorenzo found the key point.

The gaze swept away quickly, it was a hideous corner, but then the corner overlapped with the familiar face, and the voice sounded.

“Mr. Holmes?”

The carriage driver opened the door and looked at Lorenzo in the smoke. His eyes were dull and hollow, as if he was looking at himself.

It wasn’t until the ashes burned Lorenzo’s fingers that he reacted like he was waking up from a big dream and dropped the cigarette butt.

As the carriage driver opened the door, the weird, dreamlike thing was over.

The sky is still gloomy, and the carriage driver’s face has several points of disappointment.

“Sir, I thought you wouldn’t touch hallucinogen or something.”

It has been a long time since the Victoria central hospital arrived. He called Lorenzo many times without responding. He even said that when he opened the car door, Lorenzo was still in the illusion.

Although working for the bosses of all gangs, the carriage driver still instinctively resists things like hallucinogen. Youngster thinks this is the key to paradise, but in his opinion it is an invitation to hell.

“You have to know, sometimes it takes some inspiration to do my job.”

Lorenzo laughed and didn’t answer directly.

The carriage driver stepped aside and murmured when Lorenzo got out of the car.

“If you need it, I know a few good drug addiction specialists… just a little rougher.”

Out of courtesy, Lorenzo smiled and thanked the carriage driver for his concern, and strode forward, moving towards the magnificent castle-like hospital.