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The night in Old Turin is the same as before. Thick water vapor rushes into the street along with the rising airship, but this time there are some different colors in the street.

The dazzling rays of light flickered in the dim, and the glow tube kept flickering, making everyone who tried to see what was written on them feel dizzy, and at the same time faintly sounded behind the door The intense singing aroused the attention of passers-by.

Maybe he finally became the head of the family, and the new owner of 121A Cork Street moved towards the direction of stray waves is gone.

The living room on the first floor is still the same, but under the decoration of Lorenzo, there are a few more chairs and a redwood table that looks more serious, but it just looks more serious. Put it down, piled with clothes, books and dinner plates, it looks like someone has just eaten here.

He hummed loudly and at the same time turned up the sound of the radio station. The youthful atmosphere filled the old building, as if the heavy rain had given it a new look.

On the street not far from 121A Cork Street, a carriage was parked, and the people in the carriage opened the curtains and looked towards the gleaming house number behind the fog.

“So he is… coming back?”

Seleu turned his head and looked towards the guy on the opposite side.

Oscar also squeezed over, observing the ridiculous house number.

“It looks like it is.”

“Where did you get the news?” Seleu couldn’t help asking.

As good friends of Lorenzo, since that rainstorm, except for Hercule, who is still missing, the connection between Seleu and Oscar has gradually become closer.

There are many reasons, not just the commercial cooperation between Stuart and Nordelo. In Oscar’s words, as partners invited by Arthur to drink tea together, they are already brothers born to death.

Although Seleu didn’t want to admit this, and spurned Oscar’s final selling of his teammates, when this guy to have no shame, Seleu really had nothing to do with him, and sometimes Oscar would always bring Some surprises, such as this time.

“Message? From this.”

Oscar thought for a while, and took out a crumpled ball of paper from his arms.

“I found this when I opened the shop this morning, but the guy who posted the poster was chased away by the mounted police before posting a few. Fortunately, I almost left one with my eyesight and hands.”

Seleu took the ball of paper suspiciously and unfolded it little by little.

The touch of the paper is very cheap, and it is very garbage typesetting and a slogan with a few typos. It looks like a small advertisement for a black heart workshop, but as the words on it are read , Seleu’s expression becomes more complicated.

“Winchester Detective Agency opened today at 121A Cork Street……”

“Well, it’s incredible, but it’s something that guy can do.”

Oscar spread his hands helplessly, sometimes the truth of the matter is so surprising.

……

I opened the door directly, and saw a shotgun hanging horizontally on the wall, and a guy in pajamas was paralyzed on the sofa underneath, surrounded by a mess of books, and a blackboard on the other side. It was also full of messy handwriting and some illegible pictures.

There was a monotonous white noise on the radio, and the host here was still humming some strange melody. After a while, he looked up after a while, with a look of sleepy eyes.

“Yo! Good morning.”

“It’s already night!”

Seleu yelled frantically, that Lorenzo at this moment seemed to have just crawled out of a black-hearted factory, looking like a useless person.

Oscar on the side was not surprised by the scenes before him. He walked around the debris on the ground and observed the newly opened office, then walked to Lorenzo’s side and asked seriously.

“How is the business?”

“Minus 8,000.”

“Huh?”

Faced with Oscar’s puzzled look, Lorenzo stopped cracking a joke.

“The decoration is messy, it’s all money! Wow, it’s good to realize my dream, but I am going bankrupt too!”

When bidding farewell to Mrs. Van Lourdes, Lorenzo smashed his savings for many years on the remote orphanage. As a result, he really became a pauper, although he felt that wealth this thing was meaningless to him. But within a few days of returning to Old Turin, Lorenzo realized that this is not important, but it is necessary.

His gaze is decadent, he moved away from Oscar, and fell directly on the girl behind the debris.

Seleu felt a little bad, she could clearly feel the change in Lorenzo’s vision.

“Yo! Seleu, I’m interested in lending me some money, ah! No, do you invest in this firm?”

“No.”

He simply refused, Lorenzo pretended to be lost, and then looked towards Oscar with some hopeful eyes.

“What are you looking at? You just bombed an airship! I am responsible for all these losses!”

Oscar grabbed Lorenzo’s neck and shook it vigorously. Obviously, according to Oscar’s plan, this guy is now in a Nordelo stronghold. As a result, this guy’s actions completely exceeded expectations… Oscar even Suspecting this mental illness at first, I prepared to do so, I was just lying to myself before.

“Ai, don’t worry about your debts, I will pay you back!”

Lorenzo looked indifferent.

“Be serious!”

Seeing the two fighting together, Seleu sighed helplessly, but it was not bad. She thought it was not bad. Lorenzo was still the same as before. This rainstorm did not twist him into a weird look. Seleu was thankful for this. .

Simply cleaned up the ground, and the three people sat together. After the joke, everyone became more or less serious.

“So you solved everything?”

Oscar asked seriously. He didn’t know the full story of the incident, but he knew a little bit about it.

“Well, those guys won’t bother me anymore.”

Lorenzo said confidently.

All the grievances and grievances came to an end with the crash of the airship. Lorenzo killed Moriarty and found the lost past… all this is like the beginning of a new life. once.

“This counts as Oscar I owe you, you, and Nordelo behind you.” Lorenzo said.

“Oh oh oh, Lorenzo Holmes’ promise? This is not bad.”

Oscar heard this and smiled like a profiteer.

“Then what are you going to do next? Lorenzo.” Seleu asked while sitting aside.

Faced with this question, Lorenzo pointed around the room.

“Didn’t you see it? The firm! Now I can be considered a serious detective, what do you mean by not forgetting your original intention!”

“I mean the part about Demon.”

Seleu has found the key to the problem. Lorenzo is very good at avoiding people’s eyes with all kinds of cold jokes and nonsense. This is what Seleu wants to ask.

“Will you continue to chase?”

Lorenzo hesitated, then answered with a smile.

“Demon this thing can’t be killed, Seleu, sometimes I think they are like our shadows. We can’t escape our own shadows, and we can’t kill our own shadows.”

“So just forget it?”

“Perhaps.”

Lorenzo gave an unclear answer, but then he talked about something else to divert the topic.

“Next, I need you to take care of the business. You must know that such a seemingly peaceful life is too precious to me.”

Lorenzo said as he took out another stack of posters, the one that Oscar showed Seleu, and he put these things into Oscar’s arms.

“I remember how many customers in your bookstore looked like, remember to help me promote it.”

Then he moved his hips and sat next to Seleu, with a flattering expression.

“As the boss of the Stuart family, you aristocrats also have some messy things inside, right? What kind of inheritance fight, what kind of junior is in charge, this detective can do it!”

Seleu looked at Lorenzo like this. She was a little lost for a while. She didn’t know if it was this guy who pretended to be, or whether he really wanted to live a good life, and even thought of opening up the relationship to get business.

“Calm down, calm down! Lorenzo!”

Pushing away Lorenzo, who was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, Seleu got up and fled to the other side.

Looking at the room carefully again, Seleu felt the difference.

Although Lorenzo lives here, he never adds any furniture, and even says that he doesn’t have any personal items of his own. This seems like an ascetic way of life, but in fact he never thinks he can live here for a long time.

Perhaps in a burning night, he would take the weapon under the bed and never return, leaving without nostalgia.

But this time is different. He bought a lot of new things and decorated the place. Although it is messy, it does look like an office.

It seems that he no longer wanders, but chooses to settle here.

As for Demon, as for fighting…

Seleu is very familiar with Lorenzo, she knows that this guy is used to hiding weapons in strange places, but this time, apart from the high-hanging Winchester, there seems to be no other weapons here, and the Winchester It still looks like a handicraft.

This rainstorm may have really changed Lorenzo, causing this madman to put down his butcher’s knife and instead enjoy life seriously.

Good thing! This is a good thing! The world is missing a self-destructive mental illness, instead, there is an additional detective who loves life, which sounds great.

“What are you writing?”

Oscar looked at Lorenzo after failing in his investment request, turned around and picked up the notes and wrote.

“Bills, daily expenses, and regular remittances to the orphanage…Wow, those nuns had no business minds at all. When I took over, they were all bankrupt! Of course I am about to be too.”

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Maybe this is the price of a serious life, Lorenzo has a big head.

It turns out that there are so many things to pay attention to in life. It turns out that you don’t need to live directly if you have a house. You have to pay water, electricity, gas, etc., and these collections are evenly distributed. Around the whole city, Lorenzo has to run a circle along the city every time he pays.

Not only that, Lorenzo also has to clean up on time, and eat by himself. This kind of life is very exciting at the beginning, you can sing loudly, you can run around in pajamas, and sleep wherever you want. But within a few days, Lorenzo missed Madame Van Lourdes.

It feels good to be taken care of.

“In your impression, I have always been hacking and slashing, but I am really good at detectives! Although I have been working in the lower city district, it also includes a little bit of hacking and slashing. I feel that I will do very well.”

For his future plans, Lorenzo explained.

“In the strict sense, the old Order has been disbanded, and I am not a Demon Hunter person anymore, but this detective is my decent career now!”

Lorenzo finally answered Seleu and Oscar’s questions seriously.

The three pairs of eyes looked at each other, and then erratic again.

“Although you have said so much, it’s hard to believe you as a fellow.”

Oscar rubbed the temple, feeling a headache.

Lorenzo is an unpredictable mental illness. The term cunning villain is a perfect fit to describe him.

“Relax, isn’t everything going well now?”

He squeezed back into his place with a lazy look.

The atmosphere is pretty good. Lorenzo hasn’t experienced such a peaceful day for a long time. It’s a rare and precious peace, but unfortunately it didn’t last long. There was a heavy knock on the door, and then the door was pushed. open.

Behind the dim street, Arthur stood expressionless by the door, followed by dark silhouettes.

“Well, two people, let’s stop here for today’s good party. Give me some space for him.”

Lorenzo didn’t seem surprised by Arthur’s arrival, he was relaxed instead.

Lorenzo stood up, walked to the newly bought redwood table, and pushed away the mess of things on it. Clothes, books, and dinner plates were stacked together, and the crash-bang continued.

He pulled up a chair and sat at the table, then took out a stand from the clutter and placed it on the table.

It says “Lorenzo Holmes”.

Oscar’s face changed, and he didn’t know what he had experienced with Arthur. He looked terrified of Arthur, and took Seleu out. Seleu couldn’t help but look at that one as he left. Clutter of debris.

There are also books and clothes on the plate… She is already unimaginable that kind of disgusting picture.

Arthur walked straight over the debris, dragged a rickety chair from the side, and sat down opposite Lorenzo.

“Are you going to retire?”

He looked at this funnyly decorated office, then at Lorenzo, and asked.

“What do you think?”

Lorenzo asked back. Both of his hands were placed on the table, dragging his chin together, his expression looked like a sly fox.