Ember Gun

  Chapter 210 Heart of Flesh

   932 year in the English calendar.

  Another year has passed, another year has passed, and everything has moved forward again.

  There are still traces of the joy of God’s birthday on the streets, and the floating floral decorations are rolled up by the wind and shattered under the galloping wheels.

  Although the festival has just ended, people no longer look happy, just like usual, everyone walks in the misty morning with calm faces, it seems that the beauty is just dreams.

  But there is a discordant guy in this, with a mean smile on his face, so out of place in the crowd.

   Breathing the haze peculiar to the old Dunling, Lorenzo looked very happy, but this big detective usually looks like this.

  This is the seventh year he has spent in Old Dunling. Looking at this city of steel and machinery, he can't help but sigh that the time is so fast.

Of course, I feel more that Lorenzo is already familiar with the life of the old Dunling. Although the days at the farmhouse are leisurely, he always feels uncomfortable. When he returned to this gloomy city, Lorenzo felt that he was a little fish. Back in the pond.

  People always need to do something to fill their slightly empty life. It didn't take long for the Su Yalan Hall to appear in front of Lorenzo, and he went in directly with a cane. As an external detective, he was more active than these regular employees.

   "Good morning! Pres!"

  The voice was the same as that of death, and Press at the station couldn't help but shudder.

  I saw the great detective coming over happily, twisting left and right on the narrow road between the work stations. The young detectives looked sideways, and in a blink of an eye he came to his work station.

  In order to find something to do for the detective, Lorenzo's job is to be an external detective in Sualan Hall, and Pres acts as an intermediary in charge of the connection between the two.

  Although they have not worked together for a long time, Pres has vaguely sensed Lorenzo’s mystery and the secret department with authority over them.

But he doesn't care about those. He is just a police detective who has been smoothed out by life. Pres has nothing to punish evil and promote good ideals. He just wants to work hard until he retire, and then find a small town where he can see the sun. It’s just to spend your old age... Ordinary can't be more ordinary.

   "Morning, Mr. Holmes, I haven't seen you for many days."

  Pres said that Lorenzo had mysteriously disappeared since the serial homicide, and he once thought that the detective had died in a sewer in the lower city.

   "Do you have any work? I have been a little flustered recently."

   "A lot, Su Yalan Hall will never be short of cases."

  Pres said a bit decadently, as if all his energy had been swallowed by work.

   "You look a little bad." Lorenzo squatted down as he said, leaning on Press's table, looking into his eyes from below.

  Press wore dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were dull, like an old and dying tree.

   "If you work overtime on the birthday of God, you will be like me." He said weakly.

   "So miserable?"

   "After all, you have to do things with money. Old Dunling's rent is very expensive."

  Pres was thinking in pieces.

"Old Dunling is good, they said that there is gold everywhere here, everyone is coming, but how many people can live a good life here? After all, it is working for others, as a small gear. Keep turning and turning until it is replaced..."

  The negative energy visible to the naked eye was released from him, like a devil's claw, scratching indiscriminately, and substituting the surrounding people into the **** emotions.

   "It's okay, it's okay, I can understand your pain, but ah, anyway, I'm a tool person, and I want to be the best one!"

  Lorenzo comforted Pres, but his comforting words were not very pleasing.

  In this case, no matter how much passion you have, it will be consumed.

   "Oh, it's okay, just give the money," Press comforted himself, looking at Lorenzo, his decadent eyes showed as much spirit as possible.

   "It's all wage earners. It's fine if you can earn pension money. It's either busy living or dying."

  It seemed that the overtime work on this birthday really made the detective very annoyed.

   "So is there a big case? It's so busy?" Lorenzo pulled a chair from the side and sat down.

  The only major incident recently was the assassination of Lawrence, but with the ending of the scavengers, this incident would never spread.

   "There are no big cases, but there are too many small cases."

  At least, Lorenzo clearly said that he was Congliang, or was an external detective in Sualan Hall, and Pres did not hide it from him.

   "Like hallucinogens, no matter how you suppress them, they will continue to appear after all, as well as those illegal immigrants!"

   Speaking of the smuggler Press’s voice rose up, he looked very angry.

   "Ah, what's so good about Old Dunling, why do you come here endlessly?"

  He has a terrible headache.

According to the old Dunling’s rules, people without formal identities can only gather in Xiacheng. In other words, those stowaways generally gather in the dirtiest place, and they can’t enjoy the glory of the old Dunling. In this way, they still come one after another.

  Legs are on them, no matter how much police force is put into them, there will still be a few disturbing the normal order of public security.

"In the past few days of God’s Birthday, although the celebration of God’s Birthday is over, there will still be delegations from various countries arriving in the following days. , I can have a good rest." Press said.

  I still know something about the celebration Lorenzo, I don’t know if it was Arthur deliberately or something. The days at Lorenzo Farmhouse happened to be the day of the celebration, and he missed it perfectly.

   "In other words, the missions of various countries have not left yet?"

   "Not only did not leave, there are still people on the way." Press recalled.

"Leber, Gallunaro, Villa, Nalo... wait, the surrounding countries are here, and a large part of it is on the road." Pres said, "The whole old Dunling has already entered martial law. Haven't you noticed that there are many fewer people?"

   Looking around, there are not many people coming to work. He continued, "The mounted police are not enough. To ensure safety, even the outer city has begun to patrol."

Hearing this, Lorenzo realized the official seriousness of this matter. The time for the celebration was over. They didn’t come here to sing and dance. Perhaps there will be expensive arms deals concluded here, and there is a lot of technical support. , And complicated politics... But this has nothing to do with Loren.

  Lorenzo has self-knowledge, he knows very well that his life should be a cool text, not an official text, there is no need to think about it.

  But looking at it this way, he understood why Arthur was so eager to kill Lawrence. Once Lawrence was allowed to survive until the missions arrived in Old Dunling, no one knew what he would do.

   "Then... rest today?" Lorenzo asked tentatively. Unlike Pres, he is an outside detective and doesn't have to go to work every day.

"Get off!" Pres didn't even look at Lorenzo. He was very irritable now. He didn't want to let the detective continue to annoy himself with this. He didn't want to go out with this detective and do anything strange after he stayed up all night. Adventure.

  Lorenzo shook his head and stood up helplessly. It seemed that Pres did not want to waste precious time on himself.

But as soon as he got up, Lorenzo saw an uncomfortable figure, he was taken aback, and then sat down again, but this time he sat on the ground directly against Pres’ table, as if he was hiding from someone. Same.

"what are you doing?"

   "If you shut up, how about I find a way to get you out of here? The kind of paid vacation."

  Lorenzo blocked the words of Pres directly.

Although he was in a trance, Pres immediately became energetic. He was more convinced of the return of this nonsense. Although Lorenzo was an unscrupulous detective, but seriously, in his eyes Lorenzo was just one. The mysterious person who eats all black and white is called by the mysterious department to be brothers and sisters to Shrike.

  But he was a little curious right after that, looked around, trying to find out what Lorenzo saw, and then a familiar figure appeared in his eyes...He also had a headache.

  The girl is wearing a standard police uniform with her long red hair tied up. Unlike everyone who is apathetic, every time she sees her, she is always full of vitality and spirit.

   "So she was on vacation?" Lorenzo asked in a low voice.

   "But I can't take a few months off!" Although he didn't know what happened, Press also replied in a low voice.

"but……"

  Lorenzo's mind is a bit messy. Judging by Arthur's personality, it is impossible for him to let Eve come back to work, or is it...or is this old guy finally figured it out?

   "She turned into a regular?"

   "It's normalized."

  Pres nodded. The first encounter with Lorenzo was with Eve. He didn't know why Lorenzo had such a big reaction.

   "Are you... avoiding her now?"

   "To be precise, I was caught off guard by this sudden meeting." Lorenzo shrank, and no one would have thought that this big detective could hide in such a narrow place.

   "I think with your personality, you will stand up shamelessly no matter what the situation." Although the contact is not very long, Lorenzo's distinctive personality has already impressed Pres.

  Lorenzo was taken aback, and after thinking about it carefully, he really did, but then he shook his head.

   "Press, people can change."

   "Become thinner?"

  Lorenzo did not respond to him, but was silent.

  The last time I saw Eve was when Lawrence first appeared. As Arthur said, he was a lunatic disguised as a normal person. The burning anger made him give up Eve and tried to kill Lawrence.

  Afterwards, Lorenzo once thought about whether he would still do that if he made another choice, but the result was "Yes."

  Yes, the night of Saint Prophet took everything from Lorenzo, and the culprit was right in front of him, let alone Eve. It didn't matter if Lorenzo himself died there at the time.

   But now it is different. Lorenzo came back from the dead, and even melted a bit with the cold cruelty. In the process of assassinating Lawrence, he became more and more like a person, and the heart of iron and stone also grew blood and flesh.

   Take off the skin of the beast and live as a human being.

  So he was thinking about what happened at that time.

  In that kind of desperate situation, Lorenzo was her last hope, but this hope was thinking of taking her to die with Lawrence.

  Lorenzo's ideas are constantly changing, just like what people often say grows, they change with age and experience.

  Sometimes he comforted himself, after all, he hadn’t known Eve for many days, and he had been on the top at that time... Well, it sounds a bit like a scumbag.

  So in the final analysis, Lorenzo is still different from that time. He has become more like a person. He will not smile and say "Hey, it's so soon". If he hides by cheeky, he will feel a little ashamed and uncomfortable.

   "Did she go?" Lorenzo asked.

  But! People don't need to find unhappiness on their own. It's only for a while to be able to hide.

   "Go, it looks like she is on patrol." Press said.

   "I can finally get up."

  Lorenzo stood up from the ground as he said. He was not ready to face Eve. After all, he almost killed someone. Before, he could feel shameless and feel indifferent, but now he feels more or less "guilt".

  Lorenzo shuddered at the thought of here.

  Sure enough, people who have emotions will have weaknesses. If someone uses this guilt to deal with themselves, it is really unimaginable.

  It's like tasting the fruit of a taboo. Lorenzo has already experienced the joy of it. Coupled with the fact that Lawrence is dead, it is difficult for him to peel off his emotions and turn them into that cold weapon.

  Looking around for a while, there was indeed no familiar figure, and Lorenzo got up and left.

   "Wait Lorenzo!" Press grabbed him.

"what?"

"We agreed that."

  Pres’ dark circles stared at Lorenzo, if Lorenzo said anything bad, he wouldn’t mind letting Lorenzo experience the anger of a social animal.

  Lorenzo swallowed, "Okay, okay, I think you really need to sleep, this **** capitalism has turned people into ghosts!"

  The detective looked distressed.

  As he said, he turned over on Press’s desk.

   "Are there any cases that need to be investigated now?"

   "A lot, not enough manpower, too many cases piled up together."

  Pres looked at Lorenzo who was going through the file and asked, "What does this have to do with my rest?"

   "Because we need a great adventure to hide your fishing at work."

  But Press shook his head. He knew that this was not a great adventure. It was just that the detective was too idle to find something to do, and the so-called case was just to make his firing comply with Inervig's law.

  Lorenzo closed his eyes and drew a picture out of it.

   "It's up to you!"

  This detective is too happy.

   "Okay, my old buddy! Let's move! If you walk slowly, I swear I will kick your **** with my boots!"

  The detective’s voice became pretentiously deeper again, and the sentence patterns were like the words spoken by people hundreds of years ago.

  The sound made Press feel uncomfortable. In layman's terms, it was... Die Ying.

  Like when the Kestrel was tortured, Lorenzo’s chaotic thinking continued to affect Pres with his words.

   "Wait, I still have work to do here!"

"No, detective, you have been requisitioned! Your job now is to investigate this case with me!" Lorenzo spoke righteously, and then whispered to Pres, "It's just a formality. You will return when you go out. I sleep at home, I will investigate, and as for the report, I will write it down!"

  Pres looked at him suspiciously, but Lorenzo's eyes suddenly became sincere.

   "Okay... Okay."

   "Then let's see what the case drawn this time is..."

  Lorenzo said, flipping through the case that he had drawn, but his smile gradually solidified, and his eyes were a little serious.

  A very common case is just a group of fleeing stowaways, but the place they come from makes Lorenzo feel a little uncomfortable.

  "Smugglers from Feilengcui?"

  Lorenzo whispered.

  (End of this chapter)