The old Dunling is still the same, it seems that the heavy rain has not changed anything, but there seems to be some subtle changes, but many people do not notice.

The gate of 121A Cork Street has not been open again for a long time, and there is no light from the windows, and it seems to be an empty house, no longer inhabited.

From time to time, there would be pedestrians standing on the side of the road and casting their eyes into the house, and they vaguely remembered that there was an old lady with an eccentric temper, a tenant who couldn't see the end of the dragon, and a guy who liked to do community service.

They all seemed to be gone, not knowing what to do, but such thoughts did not stay in the minds of passers-by for long, for them, the people and things at 121A Cork Street were just a fallen leaf in their lives, and they were not worth caring so much about.

And just like that, little by little, dust filled the stairs.

Standing under the eaves not far away, Kestrel looked at the house from afar, picked up the record handed to him by others, and sighed helplessly.

"How?"

The robin walked over and asked.

"There was no movement, no sign of anyone coming back, and the surveillance personnel did not notice anything unusual...... It seems that Lorenzo guy is really dead. ”

Kestrel had a sad look on his face.

It's been a month and a half since the fall of Reichenbach, during which time the Purifier has never given up looking for Lorenzo's traces, according to the survey of the crash site, they have not found Lorenzo's body, plus the previous understanding of this neurotic, most people think that Lorenzo is not dead, this guy is hiding from everyone.

"If he were still alive, do you think he would still be in Old Dunling?" asked the robin, with the same sorrow on his face.

They had experienced too much together during that desperate storm, and had witnessed Lancelot's death, and some rumors had spread since then, as if Lorenzo had been at odds with the upper echelons of the purification agency before that, so Lorenzo's hiding was not unreasonable.

"How do I know about such a thing?"

The kestrel replied casually, but at this moment he seemed to see something, and his expression suddenly became nervous.

The robin also saw the kestrel and turned his gaze directly in the direction he was looking.

I saw a horse-drawn carriage parked in front of the door of 121A Cork Street, more than one, many horse-drawn carriages suddenly stopped in front of the door of 121A Cork Street, and then the workers stepped out of the carriage, picked up tools and ladders and moved their hands, the scene was very lively.

"What's going on?"

The kestrel looked at the robin in shock.

"How do I know?"

Robin was also confused, during the period of Lorenzo's disappearance, this has been a major area for the monitoring of the purification agency, basically eliminating all the possibility of external interference, but today such a group of people suddenly came, and it seems that their construction site is 121A Cork Street.

"Do you want to stop it?"

Kestrel asked, caught a little caught off guard by the suddenness.

"This ...... Wait a minute. ”

The robin was about to say something, but was interrupted by what he saw.

On the balcony on the second floor of 121A Cork Street, a sleepy-eyed guy walked out, wearing light blue pajamas and a ridiculous nightcap.

What's going on? Isn't there no one here?

The two looked at each other, and both read the words from each other's eyes.

But this was not the end, I saw that the strange guy scratched his head, looked at the workers who were working the first floor, and keenly caught the two people watching in the corner.

He raised his hand and waved it, greeting them all.

"Yo! Good morning!"

Looking at the familiar figure, the kestrel and robin were completely stunned.

......

Lady Van Loude was gone, but the interior was decorated in no way, as usual, but this time it was no longer the grumpy old lady sitting on the main sofa, but a smiling neurotic.

Lorenzo looked at the two guests, his legs crossed, like an uncle.

"Why, you look surprised. ”

Lorenzo was the first to break the peace, he looked happy, as if the effect of the storm had subsided on him, and he had reverted to his previous nervous appearance.

"Well, there was some surprise, I thought your return was ...... It would be a little more. ”

Kestrel thought for a moment and replied, with what he knew about Lorenzo, this time he would not die, he would definitely return in a very cool way, but he never expected that this time it would be so ordinary, and the expectations raised by Kestrel were disappointed a lot.

The robin didn't think about this, he was ready to settle the matter here, and reprimand the guys who were in charge of surveillance, such a big living person returned here, and slept here, and they didn't find anything.

"Oh oh, is that so? but...... It's not that, isn't it, it's a special kind of nonsense?"

Lorenzo asked, and then he laughed again.

After the smile, this guy finally got serious, and the two guys on the other side also looked serious.

"You've been missing for a month and a half, but you're showing up now, so Lorenzo and you're not going to continue to hide from us, so you're ready to answer our questions, right?"

Robin said in a deep voice, after the storm, the purification agency was overloaded, dealing with the Black Mountain Hospital, and at the same time, it was also hunting down the Protestant Church and contacting the Evangelical Church.

This was a devastating blow to the purification mechanism, but fortunately they had gained a lot from this disaster, and luckily, the storm obscured everyone's sight, and the secrets of the demons were still well hidden, and human sanity was maintained.

It is no longer the era of hundreds of years ago, when the way out was all by horse-drawn carriages, and communication was all by letters, in this old era, the control of information was very convenient, but now what happened in the old Dunling will spread at a very fast speed in the next moment through telegraph trains and other means, and if it is not properly controlled, the entire Western world will know about the existence of demons in a few days.

This is one of the disasters that the purifiers fear, if the demonic erosion is transmitted through a wide range of information, then the whole world will fall into hell.

What's even more desperate is that the purification agency has not had a very good response plan for this disaster, and even if the scavengers have a certain degree of antimemetic, it is still a big problem in terms of delivery.

Lorenzo nodded, now that he had appeared, he was all ready.

"How did you survive?"

Without waiting for the robin to continue asking, the kestrel preemptively said, and he later went to survey the place where Reichenbach had fallen, and the whole ridge was on fire, and at that height, he could not understand how Lorenzo had survived.

"Quite simply, I didn't get killed. ”

"That's it?"

"That's it, otherwise what do you think? I landed a few tumbles and unloaded perfectly? How is this possible. ”

Lorenzo thought back to the scene, in the state of critical breakthrough, the witcher's constitution was raised to a dangerous point by the secret blood, and Lorenzo fell heavily to the ground as the black angel glided and slowed down.

I remember lying down for a long time before he recovered, and when he got up, his internal organs were cracked and his bones were broken, which was an injury that could easily kill a human, but for the witchers, as long as they were alive, they could survive tenaciously.

"About what happened on the Reichenbach......" robin asked again.

Lorenzo paused for a moment to answer this question, and then asked rhetorically.

"Actually, with your ability to eliminate the organs, you will definitely be able to find out what happened in the subsequent investigation, right? Now it is just up to me, a person who has experienced it firsthand, to determine all this. ”

Lorenzo thought for a moment and hid some parts of the story that he didn't want to say.

"As you know, I induced the demon hunters of the Protestant Order to choose the Reichenbach as a battlefield, where I killed them all...... You have to thank me for taking the pressure off you were in the Black Mountain Hospital, where the scuffle would have been far more terrible than you could have imagined. ”

"Is that so......"

The robin thought about it, and the purification agency had indeed ascertained almost everything in the investigation, and according to what Lorenzo had said, the results of the investigation could also be matched.

"Any questions?"

Lorenzo asked again, looking impatient.

His current temperament is a little special, and the robin didn't know what words to describe it for a while, but at this time, the kestrel on the side said just right.

"You...... Now it feels like the head of the family. ”

"Oh oh oh yes you think!"

Lorenzo suddenly looked agitated and sat up from the couch with a cunning expression.

"Well, that's a good feeling, I'll be alone here in the future. ”

As he spoke, he took out a pistol from his bosom and fired directly at the target on the wall.

After the deafening gunshot, there was a pitch-black bullet hole in the bull's-eye, and after the white smoke slowly rising, the robin and the kestrel looked a little confused, although they were familiar with Lorenzo's style, but it was still a little difficult to get along with him.

The door was pushed open, and the workers looked suspiciously in the direction where the gunshots were coming from, while Lorenzo shook the gun in his hand and shouted at him.

"How long will it take?"

The worker looked at Lorenzo, then at the robin and kestrel sitting in the middle of the seat, and he swallowed.

"Right away, sir. ”

After saying that, he closed the door without looking, and motioned for the others to speed up, although it was a business to do things with money, but encountering these strange customers would always make people's psychological pressure rise sharply.

The eyes of the two remained at the door, and suddenly the kestrel thought of something and asked Lorenzo.

"What are they doing?"

Lorenzo's expression changed slightly, like a cunning fox, and he said mysteriously.

"You'll find out in a moment. ”

There was a lot of commotion outside the door, and no one knew what the detective had been doing in the shadows after being missing for so long, but Kestrel suddenly felt a little nostalgic, which reminded him of the first time he met Lorenzo.

A particularly reliable neurotic, not a bitter and hateful avenger, of course, the two identities do not conflict, but it is clear that this somewhat neurotic guy is more reassuring at the moment, especially when he makes some bad jokes that are not funny.

"If you can, I'd like you to come back with us to the purifier, there's a lot of stuff Arthur wants to ask you face-to-face. ”

Unlike a pair of kestrels, mockingbirds knew what they had to do, and after a casual conversation, the conversation came to the point.

They weren't aware of the conflict between Lorenzo and Arthur before, but they were also vaguely aware of the inside story, which made the robin a little nervous, although the guy in front of him looked kind, but as a psychopath, the most frightening thing about this kind of person was uncontrollability.

Perhaps the next moment, Lorenzo, with a smile on his face, would pull out his sword from somewhere and slash everyone here, and if you think about it, this is indeed what he can do.

"I know, I know, but please wait a minute. ”

Lorenzo looked out the door expectantly.

In the midst of the noise, suddenly the doorbell rang, and a courier walked in suspiciously, he was a little curious about what the workers were doing outside, and even more curious about the three strange guys in the house, but in line with the code of profession, he knew very well that he shouldn't ask more.

"Is Mr. Lorenzo Holmos here?" he asked.

"Here! here!"

Lorenzo got up and ran over with an excited look on his face.

He put the signed courier on the small table, and opened it under the curious eyes of the two.

It was a gun, a finely crafted shotgun, a gun that the robin and kestrel remember fondly, Lorenzo's favorite weapon, shattered in a death match on the train, but today it reappeared, from the hand of a craftsman.

"Winchester ......"

Lorenzo whispered, stroked it, and at Lorenzo's request, the craftsman carved it along with the little poem.

It seemed that Lorenzo would pick up the gun and fire at the target in the next second, but he didn't, and after a little nostalgia, he picked up the shotgun and hung it on the wall.

It was only then that the two onlookers noticed some subtle changes in 121A Cork Street, where Lorenzo had placed several brackets on the wall of the main entrance and hung the shotgun high so that guests could see it as soon as they entered.

Before the two could ask anything, the worker pushed open the door again and said to Lorenzo.

"Sir's over, please come and take a look. ”

"Okay!"

Lorenzo ran over in joy, his pajamas swaying violently like a cloak, and he motioned to the robin and kestrel to come along.

121A Cork Street.

The three of them stood in front of the workers' renovated exteriors, with different expressions.

Lorenzo's face was excited, the robin was a little confused, and as for the kestrel, he looked at the plaque hanging by the door with some distraction.

The wire was bent into the shape of a firearm, and a few rough handwriting were sketched on it, as the workers placed the glow tube into the crack, and the blinding light almost blinded the kestrel when it was electrified.

Lorenzo was so pleased with all of this that he walked up to the two men, leaned his back against 121A Cork Street, and held out his hand to hand a business card to the mockingbird, who was still a little dazed.

"This is the Winchester Detective Agency, which takes on all the work that can be undertaken, but if it has to do with demons, the trouble is doubled. ”

Lorenzo's smile gradually became rampant, and the bright light behind him only lasted for a few seconds, probably because of the quality, the glow tube kept turning on and off, and finally only a few bits and pieces were still shining, looking like bells and whistles.