Ember Gun

  Chapter 193 The prologue of the long reunion [Thanks to the leader of Qiqiu]

   922 years in the English calendar.

  Felengcui.

  Heavy bells rang, melodious and deep, as if they were the remnants of ancient history. Just listening can feel the solemn heaviness.

  The setting sun was looming behind the clouds, smudging most of the sky into a crimson curtain. The boys sat on the banks of the Tiber River, reflecting all this in the calm water, as if they were in the sky.

This may be the most pious moment in this city. The whole world is covered by a red curtain. Everything seems so solemn. The murmur of prayer echoes in this magnificent city, accompanied by the constant ringing of bells, like in Silence for the end of today.

  Two lonely figures sitting quietly on the shore. This is one of the few times they can go out in a day, but although they are out, they are still within the scope of supervision.

  The priests in the white robe stood far away, but the distance was well grasped. They formed a circle, tightly surrounding the boys, keeping a proper distance, so that they could always be in sight.

  The blond boy raised his head and looked at the priests a little weary.

   "They have been staring at me."

   "It's us to be precise."

  The boy sitting on the side responded. He swept around. In fact, there are many boys like them here. Everyone wears uniform teaching gowns, scattered everywhere, and their white clothes are shining in the sun.

  Holy, but also like a group of prisoners under supervision, but it is not the law that binds them, but the divine power.

   "It's annoying, they..."

  The blond boy shook his head, then asked.

  "What is your number?"

   "042."

  The boy on the side responded.

  "You seem to really accept the rules they made?" Seeing 042 accepting his identity so frankly, he looked a little surprised.

   "Otherwise? They give us food and a place to live... I don't think it's much." 042 replied, "And you just want to show off? You know my number."

  It is true that the number of each boy is printed on their robes. From the time they came here and was accepted by the Evangelical Church, they lost their name and had only a cold number to replace it.

  "You are a restless lamb. The priest knows that you secretly use your'name' again, and you will be locked up again." 042 warned.

  Priests often describe them this way. They are the lamb of God, and the priest is the shepherd. The lamb does not need a name, they just need piety and obedience. But there are always restless guys in the lamb, they are eager to try, want to jump out of the besieged fence.

The boy in front of him is such a restless lamb. Since he was "baptized", he has become worse and worse. Every child has seen strange things in that mysterious baptism. It is a little complicated to the boy himself. I don't know how to describe it.

  But they did get something in that mysterious baptism. Some people were knowledge, some were psychedelic dreams, and others, just like him, got names.

   "047 You need to be safe, I don't want you to have trouble."

  042 frowned and advised.

He and 047 are very good friends. Before being accepted by the Gospel Church, they used to ride the streets of Fei Leng Cui together. Although they were beaten a lot, there was a halt but not a halt, but for these beggars , On the contrary, it's free and happy.

  After being accepted by the evangelical church, everything turned around. They were trained, taught, and managed to eat, but they were less free. Even looking at the sun had to be under the supervision of the priests.

   "No, no, no, people always need something." 047 said.

"for example?"

   "For example, the name, 042, you have always been like this, a little too weak." 047 grabbed 042's shoulder and said mysteriously.

  “Sometimes, people need to make mistakes and do some taboo things. Anyway, it is also a small evil, and God will not care about it.”

  "Is that why you are so persistent?"

  042 I don’t understand, as long as you follow it honestly, why do you do those extraneous things?

   "No name is a beast after all, 042."

  He continued.

   "But I am different. I have a name. I am no longer a beast. I hope you can do the same."

  042 is still indifferent, he replied faintly.

   "Look, maybe one day, I will change under your influence..."

   The two looked at each other slightly, then laughed, looking a little bit sad and sad.

   "This may be the last time we have met, the priests said, the ceremony is about to be held, and only a few of us will survive."

  042 also learned the appearance of 047, with his arms staggered and shoulders each other, and the shadows were slender in the sun.

   "Yes, I hope we can all survive. Master Lawrence said that he is very optimistic about me, saying that I have great hope to be the best."

  047 said, he respected the old man very much. He was the mentor of all children and the mentor of the so-called demon hunter in the future. He was a sacred red robe and had an extraordinary status.

"so good."

  042 is 047 fortunately.

   "042!"

  A priest shouted.

I don’t know when another group of people appeared in the shadow of the building. They were surrounded by an old man. He also had a red robe similar to Master Lawrence. The bright color seemed to be red with blood, and his expression was not angry. Self-prestige, with a severe slaying.

  047 just looked at the old man from a distance, and felt an inexplicable pressure, he asked in a low voice.

"Who is that?"

   "This is what I want to tell you today." 042 seemed to hesitate a bit, as if he didn't know how to speak.

   "I was selected by..."

   "Selected?"

   "Yes," he said, "They said I am a qualified person, and I will be assigned to another place."

"Is that where?" 047 pointed at the old man, but 042 quickly stopped the action. That is the high-ranking cardinal, the cardinal with power. Any disrespect will be called blasphemy, and then Being hanged, 042 has seen too many things like this.

"who is he?"

   "Lorenzo... Lorenzo Medici."

  042 answered in a low voice.

  047's expression was slightly startled. Although he had never seen this person, he knew too much about the identity of this person.

The Medici family, there have been several popes from this family in history, and now it is the largest chaebol family in the entire Holy Gospel Papal kingdom. Except for the banking industry, it is involved in other industries and holds huge wealth. The past dynasties have served by the popes and managed the flow of wealth throughout the Gospel Church. Under the operation of this terrible family, wealth has expanded like a snowball, continuously lending to small countries one after another, burning contracts in exchange for land.

The old man in front of him is the most outstanding of all the Medici in the past, Lorenzo Medici. When he was young, the Medici family reached the peak of power under his leadership. For a time, his power was better than that of the Pope. It is also huge, and is the true ruler of the entire Feilengcui.

  But even such a person will get old. He is standing not far away, except for the bright red robe, his whole person is no different from an ordinary old man.

   "042!"

  The priests shouted impatiently, and at the same time they walked towards them.

   "Looks like I'm leaving, 047."

  Looking at the old friend, 042 said bitterly.

   "As long as you survive, you will always meet, 042." 047 does not seem sad, he knows that going to the old man is better than staying here, "but you know I hate this number."

  The pace of leaving stopped slightly, 042 returned to his head, and the pious lamb finally became restless, and he whispered goodbye.

   "Then...bye, Mr. Holmes, we will see you again.

  ……

   Slowly opened his eyes, not the strange ceiling, but the large amount of sunlight, which shined on the man's face through the huge French window.

"what……"

  Lorenzo let out a weird moan, then adjusted his posture on the sofa, found a more comfortable angle, and got up again.

  Hugging the blanket hard, everything is warm and comfortable.

  But it seemed that someone didn't want to make him comfortable and made a loud noise deliberately, but this still seemed unable to wake Lorenzo, so that person walked over unbearably, raised the blanket, and yelled.

   "Don't lie down! Lorenzo! You will rot if you lie down again!"

  Kestrel ghost screamed, and Lorenzo, who was lifted up by him, screamed with him, like two crowing roosters, screaming.

  Lorenzo was thrown to the ground. He was lying completely flat on the carpet, as if sleepiness was still tormenting him, and his sleepy eyes were dim.

But Kestrel seemed to be unable to bear this guy anymore, and dragged him up forcefully, but let the Kestrel use any force, the detective's hob meat look just unmoved, let your swords, guns and clubs be a little bit stunned at him. No effect.

In the end, the Kestrel sweated profusely, and sat down on the sofa Lorenzo had previously nestled. He looked angrily at Lorenzo on the ground. The detective twisted and twisted like a fat man. Caterpillar.

  The whole body and mind are like being tortured, the Kestrel has a hideous face.

  How many days is this? Kestrel can’t remember either. In short, for so many days, he has witnessed Lorenzo’s transformation from a terrifying and powerful demon hunter to a social waste. He wants to make this dying guy move, but... ...But he still can't beat the dregs of this society.

  The footsteps sounded slowly, and the devout believers whispered in prayer, although it was slight, they buzzed in the head of the Kestrel.

  "Stop talking about Robin! Come and make him move!"

  Kestal went crazy.

  It was obvious that Robin did not care about him. He glanced at Kestrel, then at Lorenzo on the ground, continued to mutter strange prayers, and disappeared into the stairwell.

   "Then Joey! Come on! After sleeping like this, Lorenzo is really a waste of iron!"

  Kestrel yelled, but like the robin, Joey passing by on the other side obviously didn't want to pay attention to these things. He looked at Lorenzo's drooling face with a bit of disgust, and he shook his head firmly.

   "You know I have a certain degree of cleanliness."

   "So! I didn't see you feeling disgusting when I killed the monster! Or you think Lorenzo is more disgusting than the monster!"

  Kestrel is going crazy.

As if some kind of strange erosion, under Lorenzo's influence, the Kestrel began to go crazy in a strange direction, and Lorenzo himself didn't care, just like some kind of strange human observation, these days tortured The Kestrel brought him great joy.

  But now Kestrel has no fun to find, just like a child who has lost a toy, the detective is a bit lost.

  It seemed that he had enough sleep. He put up his hand, propped his head and looked at the snow scene outside the French window. He stretched out his other hand and grabbed it indiscriminately. Finally, he grabbed a plate of snacks from the low table and ate it casually.

   Regardless of the Kestrel's wailing behind him, he sighed faintly as if looking through the red dust.

   "Life is so good..."

  Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, who has lived for so many years and killed an unknown number of monsters, is like conceding his mission, praising the beauty of life.

  It seems to have traveled through a strange parallel world. There are no demons and ghost churches here. These hapless ghosts are roommates living under the same roof. They all warm up in the cold winter and talk bad words.

  This is too crazy.

Even Lorenzo couldn’t believe that there would be such a life, and he really fell on him, but the fly in the ointment is that living with him is a bunch of rough guys. If he can, he hopes to have a few Female roommates.

But maybe it was thinking of something strange, and there was a tingling pain in his mind, which made him more awake, and it seemed that he could not sleep anymore. This nap was over, Lorenzo shook. I stood up leisurely, and then walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

  Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, the whole world was covered with a red curtain, and it was a bit familiar. It seemed that Lorenzo had seen all this at some time.

   Then a strange picture flashed in his mind, it seemed to be a farewell, long-lost farewell, the voice sounded from the depths of the memory, whispering.

  "Goodbye...Mr. Holmes, we will see you again."

   There was a strange tingling, and Lorenzo couldn't help covering his forehead.

  This weird thing is getting more and more frequent. Ever since he killed Master Lawrence, he has always dreamed of this weird thing. A boy said goodbye to himself and said they would meet again.

  Lorenzo can no longer distinguish whether this is a dream or a chaotic memory. Sometimes when he thinks back carefully, he finds that his past is like broken glass, which is difficult to piece together.

  He didn't care about this. Lorenzo was a monster who fought with demons and was constantly polluted by erosion. It was normal to say that there were neurological problems, but this time was different.

  Lorenzo had a strange hunch, as if a certain prophecy was about to come true. He didn't remember the boy's name under the red curtain, and he didn't remember why he wanted to meet again.

  But the weird feeling at this moment intensified with the passage of time, it seems that he is coming, and he wants to meet himself again...from the depths of that memory.

  As if something terrible has been realized.

  "We will see you again..."

  Lorenzo whispered in a low voice, like a dream.

  (End of this chapter)