925 year in the Invig calendar.

"So...... What kind of guy is that?"

Sitting behind his desk, enjoying wine and music, he asked with a lazy expression.

As a secret force placed here by the Purifier, Shrike appeared as a gang boss in the lower city and cut a piece of the world, and this was the second month after he led his younger brothers to establish their position.

With the help of the purifiers, the power of the shrike infiltrated the lower city and stabilized the violent strangers with various displays of gray industries.

I thought that the gangs would be a little jealous of this new rising power, and the lower city would usher in a semblance of peace, but this false peace lasted for two months before it was broken.

Several people have already been killed by him, but he didn't continue to kill, he just said he wanted to see you. The younger brother on the side said.

"See me?"

Shrike was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

"What is a stranger doing when he suddenly came in and hacked so many people to see me?"

He was a little confused.

"We don't know, but he's in the neighborhood now...... Someone else has revealed the location here, what do we do?"

The younger brother said again, his voice trembling slightly, obviously panicked.

The power of the shrike is not stable at the moment, and under the surface of peace is a long-term secret war with other gangs, in the eyes of this younger brother, this sudden arrival of strangers is obviously a means of other gangs, maybe under this pretense, a group of people will surround their stronghold in the next moment.

"Panic what!"

Shrike scolded, but he involuntarily picked up the silver-white revolver.

"Are you already in the vicinity?"

"Yes, our enemies are showing him the way. ”

"Damn it. ”

Beroe pondered for a moment, and finally decided to go out and have a look.

With the expansion of Old Dunling, the problem of strangers in the lower town has become more and more serious, and the city needs a place to dispose of its garbage, but not allow this tumor to harm the city itself.

After the efforts of the shrike and the support of the purification agency, it was only a matter of time before the shrike took control of the entire lower city.

After so long in the lower town, there were such things as fighting with weapons, but this time this time the shrike always felt a strange uneasiness, and he couldn't help but want to see the mysterious fellow for himself.

Walking out of the basement, under the rubble is the palatial casino, of course, the scale is not very large, and the shrike will have to steal the business of other gangs little by little in the following time.

It has to be said that Berau felt that life as a gang boss was much more exciting than working in a purification agency.

No sooner had he stepped out of the gloomy tunnel than the rising melody in the casino stopped, and the gamblers stopped, and the guards put their hands on their pouches with wary expressions.

Shrike looked at the end of the red carpet, and at the gate, the stranger was against the light, and his figure was pitch black.

He had multiple wounds, many of which had begun to heal, and looked like they had been left elsewhere, his clothes were in tatters, his cheeks were covered by messy hair, and his whole body was stinking.

Such a stranger was common, and he smuggled himself into the old Dunling in all sorts of strange ways, and was as embarrassed as a vagabond.

The difference was that the stranger was carrying a heavy box and a blood-stained shotgun.

Shrike's eyes were solemn, and he felt a little pressure.

The stranger was as if he had just come from some battlefield, exuding a violent murderous aura and malice, and in a trance he even felt that he was not facing a human, but some kind of monster with a human form.

"Let me have a good talk with this gentleman. ”

Despite the intense pressure, the shrike remained calm, clapping his hands and motioning for the others to leave, and in the blink of an eye only he and the stranger were left in the vicinity.

Shrike pulled a chair and sat down.

"They said you wanted to see me. ”

The stranger stood still, nodding stiffly.

"It's funny to see me after killing someone. ”

Under the table, Shrike has grasped the death knell, and as the boss he needs to remain calm and graceful, and he also needs cunning to protect himself.

"They want to kill me...... So I killed them. ”

The stranger's voice was hoarse, with occasional pauses.

"And what do you want when you see me?" asked Berau again.

The stranger suddenly fell silent, and a slight pain suddenly appeared on his face, and he clutched his head and tried to think, but the shattered consciousness brought great confusion.

"Life, new life, they say Downtown is the only one you can give someone a new life. ”

After a long time, he seemed to remember the reason and said slowly.

This is another man's wish, who has always longed to come here and live a fantasy life in Old Dunling.

So he ran over all the way just for this thing?

Shrike wanted to curse out loud, he thought that someone had hired a murderer to kill him, and he was ready to fight to the death and wait for reinforcements, but it turned out to be such a thing.

But it can also be seen that this strange stranger is really persistent in this matter.

"Is it legal to live in Old Dunling? Indeed, I am the only one in Downtown who can do it. ”

As a gang boss backed by a purification agency, Berau is an expert in this regard, and unlike what others can do, Berau gives him a serious official status that can pass official review.

Shrike took his heels, and when he learned what the stranger wanted, the conversation that followed was much simpler.

"So can you pay the price? A new life is expensive. ”

"I can help you kill, I'm good at it. ”

The stranger replied with murderous air that he had no money, nothing worth exchanging, all he could do was kill, kill endlessly.

"Killing? It's really heartwarming. ”

The shrike hesitated, he really needed a group of killers to deal with the damned enemies, and only then could he take complete control of the lower town.

Thinking so, he then carefully observed the stranger.

Judging from the fact that he was able to come here unharmed, he did have a good lethality, but such people have also seen many shrikes, most of them are shrike tools, and after they are exhausted, they die like wild dogs in the sewage ditch.

Shrike smiled.

"Hmm...... Yes, but if you have a new life, you have to say goodbye to the past, can you do it?"

"Say goodbye?"

"Yes, a new life, everything is new, everything you used to be swept into the corner and you will be lucky to live as another person. ”

The stranger was slightly stunned, and his mind recalled all kinds of chaos, the burning fire, the broken corpses, and the figures that fell one after another.

It was so bad, so sad, that he tried to forget, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

If only the pain could be forgotten.

"Absolutely. He replied.

"Then may I ask you what you want to do in Old Dunling, and it can't be to experience some kind of life, right?"

Shrike was quite interested in the stranger, and then asked.

"What to do ......"

The stranger was confused for a moment, he only remembered that he was coming to the old Dunling, yes, why did he come to the old Dunling? He couldn't remember it a little, and vaguely remembered that it seemed to be someone's wish.

As for what to do...... The memory grew clearer, and he replied in a ghostly manner.

"Detective, I want to be a detective. ”

"Well, that's interesting. ”

Beroe was a little surprised, he never thought that this stranger in front of him actually wanted to be a detective, according to Berao's brief observation of him, this guy is a natural killer, how can he not get along with the detective.

"What's your name, then? ”

"Name?"

"Yes, names, everyone has a name, you don't have a name, do you. ”

"Name ......" A few numbers suddenly flashed through the stranger's mind, and he didn't know what the meaning of these numbers was, but he read them out anyway.

“0...... 42。 ”

"Numbers? What are they? Numbers aren't names, strangers. ”

"Doesn't it count......? What's the name?"

The stranger tried his best to think about the meaning of the "name", but as he thought about it, it only caused a sharp pain, and his consciousness was constantly fragmented, and he remembered that he seemed to be a person named 042, but then another familiar face overlapped with him, and gradually he lost some of himself.

[I want to see that beautiful era, the era of no sorrow, the era of no demons.] 】

A sudden voice came back to his mind, and the stranger vaguely saw a golden sky, drenching everything in sacred gilt gold.

But the roars of monsters and the crumbling of blades sounded in his ears, as if he was listening to some war from hell.

[A detective agency, are you interested in being my assistant?]

Another familiar voice rang out, and he asked with a smile, planning for a future that didn't exist.

It is a simple and small wish, hidden in the deepest depths of the soul of a stranger.

The chaos engulfed him like a torrent, the shattered edges cutting repeatedly.

Anger, panic, mourning......

If you say...... Be sure to have a wish words.

He remembered his name, looked pained, and reluctantly opened his mouth, like a beast with its fangs, and like a child learning to speak, with a clumsy and hoarse voice.

"Luo ...... Lorenzo. ”

"What?"

The shrike was somewhat uninaudible.

"My name is ......"

The shattered consciousness was put back together, and the gray-blue eyes gradually became bright, and he looked at the shriek, behind him against the afterglow of the setting sun, the golden fireworks burning in the sea of clouds.

With joy and sadness in the eyes of the stranger, he clenched Winchester in his hand like a child at a loss.

"Lorenzo Holmos. ”