"That's fast......"

Lorenzo strolled through the streets of Old Dunling, he didn't come back for a few days, the city has changed greatly, all kinds of lanterns and candles on the streets are lit, everyone spreads the decoration to the street lamps, you can hear cheerful songs and children's laughter everywhere, for a time this cold city actually has a rare warmth.

"What are you waiting for? Lorenzo. ”

The kestrel walked past Lorenzo and asked Lorenzo as he stopped.

"Nothing...... It's just a little sigh, I've been in the old Dunling for seven years. Lorenzo said slowly, "What about the others?"

Only the kestrel was left on his side, and they seemed to have disappeared as soon as they got off the train.

"It's all home, the robin's family are all Christians, although they haven't seen any serious evangelical pastors, but their family values God's birthday, and he must go back early. ”

Kestrel said and glanced at Lorenzo, and the robin was also full of respect for Lorenzo, after all, there are not many priests like Lorenzo, but later Lorenzo's bad behavior told him that the profession of priest is really very wet.

"Joey's family lives far away, he should be on the way back, I don't know much about Blue Jade, I only know that I live alone. ”

Lorenzo had a strange look in his eyes.

"Wait, is there anything wrong with me caring about my colleagues?"

"This is so detailed that I checked the account!"

The two of them yelled and cursed, but soon calmed down and stood in the street, Lorenzo asked.

"And what about you, Kestrel, where are you going next?"

"Go home, or else?" the kestrel thought Lorenzo's problem was unusually sick.

Lorenzo was stunned, and it wasn't until the kestrel said that he realized what was wrong, and he laughed.

"In the past, I was crawling around in the lower city, but fortunately, I was able to allocate shelter to the net removal agency...... It's like a staff dormitory. ”

"It sounds miserable. ”

"The environment is better than yours and the room is bigger than you. ”

"That's fine. ”

The two chatted without a word, and neither of them left first, as if they were waiting for the bus.

The kestrel swept its gaze around the street and saw a boy walk into the store and bring a gift to the girl, and the two embraced each other and disappeared into the crowd.

"Envy?" said Lorenzo inappropriately.

"Cut. The kestrel made his position clear.

But Lorenzo didn't want to stop, he looked at the vanished location and continued.

"Awesome, isn't it?" he winked at the kestrels.

"Sweet and free, but silly bī), it's just that our brains are secreting something strange in order to keep us unlucky people alive. ”

The kestrel gave him a blank look.

"Lorenzo, I am different from you, I still yearn for the sacred, and people like you are only suitable for marrying weapons, Arthur can be a witness for you, and in his words of blessing, you merrily hack the guests to death. ”

"Why do you want to cut the guests?" no one could have imagined that Lorenzo would be wrestling with this.

"Who but the demons will attend this wedding!" the kestrel howled.

Hell people, Hell conversations.

After some time, Kestrel went to a street store to buy a box of cigarettes and threw them to Lorenzo.

Lorenzo took the cigarette case, somewhat surprised.

"You should be lacking this, but it should be different from the one you made yourself, but it should be able to satisfy your cravings. "It's stupid that you always have empty hands, and I bet with Joey that you'll be empty in the car." ”

"The result?" asked Lorenzo.

"The cigarette money was given by Joey. He said.

After a brief silence, the two of them laughed, and Kestrel didn't plan to wait any longer, he patted Lorenzo on the shoulder and walked straight into the crowd.

"Go back early, Lorenzo, and I wish you a happy birthday. ”

The sound is like the wind, back to dàng) dissipates.

The kestrel left, but Lorenzo remained where he was, picking up his cigarette only to realize that he didn't have a lighter, and put it away, not knowing what to do.

Lorenzo felt overwhelmed, standing in the middle of a huge city, not knowing where he was going.

Indeed, everyone is a living person, not a background board, and they always have to go home after their work, even Lorenzo will crawl back to Cork Street after happily cutting down the demons, and sleep comfortably on his own face.

But I don't know if it was because he came back from the dead, or for what reason, the feeling gradually overwhelmed reason, and he became more and more like a person.

It's a good thing, Lorenzo is still human, even if he is eroded by secret blood and attached to him by Watson, he is still human, but he is also weaker, he will be cowardly, he will be merciful, he will have a lot of troubles that do not exist.

With a long sigh, Lorenzo stepped into the crowd, just like the general public, no different from ordinary people.

Sometimes people are like this, you turn your will into steel, but when you slack off, you feel endless emptiness, as if you have lost your purpose in life.

Lorenzo is such a person, his life is filled with anger, and if he can't cut the demons, he becomes a door-kicking detective to cut people.

In short, Lorenzo Holmes must not stop, he must do something to make himself feel alive.

It's like a machine that rusts easily, when it stops, the dead time comes quietly.

Thinking of this, Lorenzo instead thought of Watson and Medanzo, since he came back from the dead, Watson has not appeared again, is this ghost that disturbs him is like a holiday, without a trace, and Lorenzo can't find her in reverse.

Suddenly there is a sense of hell of loneliness, the witchers can't fit into the lives of normal people, and they won't have normal people's lives, and this family festival has nothing to do with them.

Even if you are bored now and want to talk to the devil, the devil ignores himself.

Also, maybe the devil has some strange company, people have to go back to the company to report their performance after the holidays, and see who has earned a few unlucky souls this year.

It's not easy to look at the devil this way!

Lorenzo thought about it, and laughed, he would always laugh out loud on his own, so that others didn't know what was going on.

It can't be helped, after all, he is a demon hunter, and he slashes and chops around with all kinds of strange demons every day, so he has to study some ways to entertain himself.

So Lorenzo finally reached the end of the road, where the number of 121A Cork Street hung on it, and all sorts of cheap but ornate ornaments hung all over the doorway, which was very warm from the light shining through the glass.

Lately, he has not come back to sleep, and Lorenzo is even a little unfamiliar with these, so he put on the handle and twisted slowly.

It's nothing, I've spent this festival many times, and this time it's no different, it's just a little different.

With a false smirk on his face, he had rehearsed Madame vanrouet's questioning many times on the road, and everything was under Lorenzo's control.

Then he pushed open the door and stepped inside, and after a brief moment of stunnedness, the detective screamed.

"Mayay!"

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