After a brief moment of darkness, a faint light came on, and the informant sat in the middle, holding several large black rats in his hands, and he had expected Lorenzo's arrival, with a smile on his indistinguishable cheeks.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes. He said directly.

Lorenzo sat down in front of him, a little curious and a little confused, while Camus went straight outside to wait, the only two of them in the strange room.

"You're the tipster?"

"yes, is there anything you'd like to ask?"

Hearing his affirmation, Lorenzo's curiosity intensified, but then his eyes fell on the darkness behind the informant, something was squirming in the darkness, and if he looked closely, with the sight of the witcher, Lorenzo saw it.

It was a swarm of rats, countless rats crawling around in the dark corners, and there were many holes in the walls for these rats to pass through, some of which had chains on their tails, as if they were some kind of symbols that conveyed information.

"You all seem to know me?"

Lorenzo didn't ask in a hurry, but was curious about this, Camus and the informant in front of him, how did they recognize themselves in the first place?

"Of course, you're the famous Mr. Holmes. ”

The tipster said.

"In the lower city, the news of the shrike is very valuable, not to mention that you are the person close to him, and we all know very well who you are, although we have not met you. ”

Lorenzo nodded, "You look like an informant now." ”

"Actually, we didn't want to entertain you, and we didn't want to touch any of the guests related to the shrike. The tipster continued.

"Why?"

"Because the shrike is a little ...... Uncanny. The informant said unabashedly.

"Oh, tell me?" Lorenzo grew more and more interested in the tipster.

It sounded like he was deliberately arousing Lorenzo's curiosity, but Lorenzo had to admit that he did, and that he still had time to listen to the informant's explanations while tracking down the stowaways.

"Mr. Holmes, do you know how we bad rats exchange information?" the tipster easily revealed the trade secret.

"It's countless news, ubiquitous eyeliner, and when connecting, everyone passes to each other, one to ten, to hundred. ”

"But they're just vagabonds, and there are a lot of more secret places they don't have access to. Lorenzo says there are limits to that power.

"Yes, but we can deduce the hidden story through some small things. ”

The tipster's eyes lit up.

"If you think about Mr. Holmes, there are many different events that are faintly related to each other, the simplest example being what your mother would do at night. ”

Lorenzo sat up straight and listened carefully to what he had to say.

"Depending on your family's financial situation, the discounts on food in the market, the tastes of your family, etc., there are certain possibilities that can be guessed if they are already unknown. ”

But this is still not accurate, it just exists in theory. Lorenzo said.

So it's just an estimate and not a prophecy, an inaccurate estimate, but it's worth being referenced. The tipster replied.

"That's what we've been doing, collecting a lot of detailed information, and then checking it out of this huge database of information when necessary, and then making some calculations......"

"Weave a story that approximates the truth. Lorenzo said slowly.

The tipster replied in the affirmative, "Yes." ”

"We can infer a plausible story from all angles, at least to a certain extent, but unlike Shriek, his story is peculiar, not reasonable, or what he is hiding, which is enough to be alarming and frightening. ”

Lorenzo didn't speak for a moment, he pondered it for a few seconds before speaking again.

"What you said is theoretically possible, but it may be extremely difficult or even impossible to put into practice. ”

If nothing else, the huge amount of information storage and retrieval alone is a huge problem, and even the purification mechanism does not have the ability to execute, but ...... What if they could actually do it?

Lorenzo thought of something, and he asked, "That is, as the rumors say, somewhere in this underground there is really an archive built by you bad rats, which is full of people's gossip?"

Instead of answering the question directly, the tipster said something else.

"For a deeper secret, you can actually ask the Rat King, I'm just an informant. ”

Lorenzo's pupils shrunk, and there were so many meanings in this sentence.

"So the Rat King really exists?"

"Otherwise, do you think I'd talk to you so much without his instructions?" said the informant slowly, stroking a large rat in his hand.

"Mr. Holmes, you are an interesting person, at least the one that the Rat King thinks is interesting. ”

"Why?"

"I'll have to ask the Rat King. ”

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. ”

After a brief and quick conversation, the informant seemed to see Lorenzo's displeasure, and he continued, "If the need arises, the Rat King will come to see you, not you." ”

"Let me ask you a question. ”

The chit-chat was over, and the tipster put down the mouse in his hand.

Lorenzo looked at him, thought for a moment, and asked, "Stowaways, there were some stowaways from Emerald the other day, and I want to know where they are." ”

The informant thought for a moment, seemed to be counting something, and then he said.

"When the time comes, you can go after them. ”

Lorenzo was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"Literally, the guest before you was a stowaway from Fei Leng Cui, and if nothing else, he should be the one you're looking for. ”

"Wait, you just dragged on with time?" Lorenzo suddenly felt a nameless fire.

"He's a rich guest, so I can't just sell him, can I? I'm essentially a businessman. ”

The informant said very sincerely.

"No...... It's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?"

Lorenzo was wary, as if he had fallen into some vortex since he found Camu.

"You are all my hard-to-part guests, and it's hard for me to choose who to invest in," said the informant, "so it's better to do that, Mr. Holmes." ”

"Let's prove which of you is more worthy. ”

Lorenzo stared at him, but suddenly the whole room shook violently, and there was a roar outside the door, and you could feel a faint rush of heat, and a faint wail sounded.

"Looks like your guest isn't a good thing. ”

Lorenzo heard the sound of gunfire, and the informant's face gradually became iron, and he rushed out directly, only to see that people kept falling from above, and they shook the corridor violently, and blood spilled everywhere, most of them fell directly into the pool below, disappearing into the hazy mist, not knowing whether to live or die.

"What's going on?" the tipster yelled at Kamu outside the door.

But apparently Kamu didn't know what was going on, he was just a living bum, and he didn't even know why this despicable place was being attacked.

A rain of bullets poured down from above, steel collided with each other, and the already rusty corridor shattered and crumbled underneath.

There were rats running from the side, with red chains tied to their tails.

"Evacuate, evacuate!"

The intelligence agent roared loudly, in fact, he didn't need to shout, those bad rats also moved, the whole underground world is complicated, in order to survive, they have already dug an unknown number of tunnels.

But suddenly, the corridor broke, and the dilapidated house that had been built on the perilous ground was destroyed, and the entire ground was half-tilted, and the informant grabbed the nearby bulge so that he did not fall.

Although there is a cistern below, falling from this height is no different from falling on the ground, after all, he is just a better brain, and his body is just an ordinary person.

"Looks like you've failed in your investment. ”

Lorenzo said calmly, like the tipster, he grabbed the bulge on the side so that he wouldn't fall, but he didn't panic at all, and the situation was not dangerous for him.

The intelligence dealer was in a hurry, and it seemed that the peaceful business was doing too much, and he forgot that there was still a word about killing people and killing people.

"Damn, Fei Lengcui's dogs are unreliable!"

An angry scolding sounded, and Lorenzo, who was watching the joke, was stunned, although he knew that he was not scolding himself, but he still felt a little strange.

He looked up, a rain of bullets coming from above, the mist rising from the waterfall obscured his vision, and Lorenzo could only see the gunfire that lit up from time to time.

"We've got to get out of here!"

Kamu shouted, grasping at the bulge and trying to move to the unbroken corridor, where they could hopefully escape from the perilous terrain if they climbed up.

But a violent firelight fell, igniting the surroundings and trapping several people.

"Do you want to continue?"

In the high places, the corpses of the bad rats were everywhere, and the priest stared down, and the servant beside him asked.

"Go on, I know the workings of Old Dunling, and these people who died in the lower city will not attract their attention. ”

"But ......" the servant tried to say something, but was sternly interrupted by the priest.

"Don't release that ridiculous mercy, that madman of the new Pope is still hunting us, we must find the Book of Revelation before him Only then can our disadvantages be reversed, do you know?"

The priest said angrily.

Their last eyeliner in the church was also removed, but before they died, Lawrence's position was communicated, which gave the priests a glimmer of chance.

"Go on, we can't leave any traces, not even if they are seen by the rats. ”

He knew very well the terrible nature of the new pope, the power that the cardinals had been operating for many years was easily defeated, and even if he finally escaped, the new pope still pressed forward step by step, not giving them any respite.

Hearing such an order, the servants had no choice but to carry it out, they occupied the high ground, and these bad rats were just targets in their eyes.

The gunfire was dense and rained down.

The bullets were concentrated on the largest tumor in the center, because of the slope of the terrain, this dangerous place protected you from the gunman's sight, but it was only a matter of time before the flames kept falling, and several people were burned to death.

"Looks like your guest is trying to kill you!"

Lorenzo said that the shooting was gathering and that they were just trying to kill the tipster.

The informant was silent, his brain racing, but in this damn situation, no amount of calculation could outweigh the cowardice of the flesh.

Suddenly, Lorenzo grabbed him, and the detective spoke loudly to him.

"Tell the Rat King, I'm interested in him too!"

The tipster was stunned by Lorenzo's yelling, he didn't know what the neurotic was up to, but then there was a rush for the tipster to find himself in the air.

His gaze flew quickly, and the whole person suddenly had a wonderful emotion, he could see Lorenzo, who was not constantly moving away from him, and the corridor that was rapidly approaching...... This madman threw himself out!

The informant crashed directly into the corridor, but he knew that he shouldn't think about how the detective had come up with so much strength, so he quickly got up from the ground and ran quickly down the crumbling corridor.

Kamu followed, but as he fell, the corridor made a sound that was on the verge of collapsing, and he ran a few steps before the corridor broke completely, only to escape at the last moment, knocking out the informant on the edge.

But then Lorenzo had no way to escape, and he was still in the center of the perimeter, where the fire was burning.

The tipster looked there, and it happened that Lorenzo was also looking at him, and the detective seemed to be saying something to him, but he couldn't hear it from too far away, and the tipster said slowly.

"In situ...... Wait for me?"

In the eyes of the tipster, Lorenzo was already certain to die in this situation, but he ...... He's running!

In the eyes of the informant, the detective did not have a plan to escape from the beginning, but a plan to fight back.

The figure leaped up at an extreme speed, a force completely beyond ordinary people, and as he jumped and fell, the already fragile corridor collapsed again.

Several corridors were almost all broken, and the detective ran wildly over the collapsing corridors, aiming for the top.

The gunners also seemed to be aware of the strange guy, and they began to concentrate their fire, but none of them could keep up with Lorenzo's speed, and the detective ran fast.

In the vertical space, on top of the four walls, there is a simple ladder built by the bad rats, which is covered in a staggered shape, and Lorenzo jumps directly onto it.

Now Lorenzo was very happy, he was worried about how to catch these stowaways, but they sent them to the door on their own, and the deeper part of his emotions was vigilance, ordinary stowaways would not have such firepower and trade with bad rats, there must be something wrong with their identity.

But there's no hurry, as long as Lorenzo ascends to the top, all this mystery will have a result.

The gunners realized Lorenzo's danger and increased their firepower, and the bullets kept falling, breaking the rotten wooden ladder, and Lorenzo jumped directly over the gap, but this time the gunners learned wisely, and all the stairs in front of him were broken, and Lorenzo lost his foothold.

The white sword flashed, and the staff stabbed into the wall with ferocity, and Lorenzo hung from it, so close to the height that he could even see the terrified faces of the gunmen.

Like a speeding Grim Reaper, Lorenzo swung with a staff sword, and at this time the priest snatched the gun, and Lorenzo had no possibility of escaping in mid-air, the gun rang out, Lorenzo was hit, but the bullet was blocked by the staff sword, but because of this impact, his figure stagnated in mid-air and lost the strength to move forward.

He could only watch as the gunmen fled, then fell into the cistern below.