The times are progressing and changing, and every time something new happens, it is extremely psychedelic and fascinating.

By the time Lorenzo re-established himself in the streets of Old Dunling, he still didn't know where the broken dome was.

He went in blindfolded, and came out blindfolded, breathing in the cold and humid air, and a smile inexplicably appeared on his indifferent face.

At this moment, his identity is completely different, from the external detective of the Suaran Hall to the external detective of the Pure Elimination Agency, in a sense, at this moment, Lorenzo has really become a traitor to the Demon Hunting Order, after all, before its disbandment, the relationship between the two organizations was not very good.

The dark carriage was parked behind him, the doors wide open, and Joey was sitting in the carriage watching Lorenzo leave.

From the moment Lorenzo left the Shattered Dome, information about him was stuffed into the transport capsule, traveled along the complex pipes, and finally sealed and archived, so in that instant, Lorenzo Holmes joined the battle sequence of the Purifier

He could hear the babbling of the door, and at that moment there were countless hidden doors in the world open to Lorenzo, and though it may have been temporary, from this moment on he was no longer alone, and behind him stood the Purifier, the Old Dunling, a massive machine called Invig, roaring and crushing all obstacles in its path.

"Mr. Holmes, I look forward to your good news. ”

Joey's voice was heard far behind him, and Lorenzo looked back to see his hand waving out of the window, and the carriage that was fading into the mist.

The dim lights cleared through the fog, and Lorenzo wrapped himself tightly and strode forward.

But the monotonous pace began to be messy, but it returned to the same place, as if someone was trying to follow Lorenzo's steps, tilting his head slightly, Watson was walking side by side with him, looking at her appearance, Lorenzo was slightly stunned.

It can change into many forms, or it has no fixed form, just so that a lowly mortal like Lorenzo can understand its existence, it has a specific form, but Lorenzo is surprised that it seems to like this appearance, this face that cannot be mentioned by name, she dresses differently every time she appears in Lorenzo's eyes, like a caring female companion who adapts to various occasions, although only Lorenzo can see her.

"It's an interesting case. ”

Watson was wearing a trench coat similar to Lorenzo's at the moment, and he looked so cold, but he stepped on the puddle with rain boots like a mischievous child.

But she was only acting on the illusion in Lorenzo's mind, Watson could only be trapped in Lorenzo's eyes, unable to intervene in reality at all, so the rain boots stepped on hard, but did not cause any splash, the water was calm, she seemed to be walking on water.

"What, do you have any ideas?"

Lorenzo said with some sarcasm, his knowledge of Watson was limited to a rough idea, and the people who really knew what she was were were basically dead on the night of Arrival, so he was full of wariness of him.

"Of course, would you like to hear about it?"

"Forget it. ”

Lorenzo refused directly, he didn't want to have too much contact with this devil, he was already in darkness at the moment, and sooner or later he would be completely devoured if he continued like this.

"Really, Lorenzo I know a lot, you really don't want to ......."

"You'd better shut up. ”

He looked at Watson with cold eyes, it was a delicate and beautiful face, and Lorenzo remembered the first time he saw her, it was the best winter in his memory.

But now Lorenzo knew very well that she was dead, and that she was just an illusionary skin, and that hidden beneath it was the monster that could not be sued.

"Yo, are you angry?"

The white hand brushed Lorenzo's face, but Lorenzo ruthlessly knocked it off.

Watson was stunned, and then said.

"Those people are not only there to let you investigate the case, this is also a deepening of 'trust', and he also covets the power of the secret blood. ”

"If they don't spy on the secret blood, I think there are ghosts. ”

Lorenzo replied emotionlessly.

Greed is human nature, in the words of the Gospels, it is an innate sin, but sometimes it is also interesting, it drives humanity forward, and as greed increases, humanity conquers one coveted object after another.

This is the norm, just like seeing a piece of gold, you can't help but look at it a few more times, Lorenzo is the same for the purification mechanism, if Merlin and Arthur didn't mention anything about the secret blood at all in the conversation just now, it would really make Lorenzo feel uneasy.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to look so open. ”

Watson quipped, it was a beautiful scene, but Lorenzo felt sick at the thought of her essence.

Just as this restless anger was about to be released, some old but menopausal voices rang out.

"Lorenzo, are you really crazy? How long are you going to talk to the air?"

Madame Van Lude pushed open the door and looked at Lorenzo, who was not going to be old next year, but her stomach was always full of menopausal anger, and sometimes Lorenzo even suspected that Van Loude would continue menopause until she died.

Watson let out a chuckle that dissolved into the air like ink, and Lorenzo stared at the vanished spot, hesitated for a moment and smiled a familiar smile at Madame vanrude, and then entered the room.

Rao's emotions were incoherent, even to himself, and he did not want to show his angry expression to Madame Van Loude.

Walking into the warm house, Lorenzo found that the living room had changed drastically, the fire in the fireplace was blazing, and many decorations in the lockers had also been put out and hung in different places, looking like a family warmth, as if a holiday was coming.

Lorenzo looked at these words with some helplessness.

"Lady Van Loude, the old Dunling has just entered winter, and it is still a long time before the birthday of the gods, so there is no need to decorate so early. ”

God's Birthday is the holiday of the Evangelical Church, and according to the Gospels, the ethereal God appeared on earth today, so mortals recorded all this and celebrated God's Birthday as a celebrity.

Hundreds of years ago, it was just a traditional festival in the Holy Evangelical Papal States, but as the power of the Evangelical Church rose and the faith invaded the nations, it also spread to other countries with the faith

So the festival is held in many countries, and there are even people who are not believers and just want to find an excuse to celebrate something, and sometimes Lorenzo thinks that Madame vanlute is such a person.

She had always had a passion for God's birthday, and it was only during this time of the year that Madame van Loude would be unusually friendly, and sometimes she would make Lorenzo a gratuitous breakfast, and Lorenzo would be so flattered that it felt like a doctor who was kind to you, and he named a new disease after you.

Lorenzo finished the meal in horror, fearing that as soon as she had finished wiping her mouth, the old woman took out a gun and put it to her head, telling her to pack her bags and go out in five minutes.

"You don't care about me, don't you want to stop?"

Madame vanloude squinted at Lorenzo, who had no choice but to shut up.

Looking at the time, it was still light, Lorenzo didn't expect that he would be delayed in the Broken Dome for a little time, he thought that it would be light when he came out.

But turning his head to look at Madame Vanrude, Lorenzo had these suspicious questions, did this old woman not sleep all night until now, or had she just woken up?

But it didn't matter, Lorenzo didn't think about it anymore, he climbed the stairs, he needed to get a good night's sleep before hunting demons, after all, as a veteran hunter, preparation before hunting is indispensable.

On the second floor, the door to Higg's room was slightly open, but it was empty, and Lorenzo seemed to know the answer to Madame vanroud's wake, and she was probably waiting for Higg to return.

Higg was the earliest tenant of 121A, Lorenzo was only later, and listening to the conversation between them, it seems that Higg had lived here since he was very young, more like his stepmother than the landlord Van Loudoff, a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted stepmother.

Lorenzo didn't have much contact with Higg, because of the demons, for ordinary people, Lorenzo is a plague god, and after a long time of contact with him, it is inevitable that you will encounter some events related to demons.

He didn't want others to suffer misfortune because of him, and Lorenzo had lived a bit lonely during his six years in Old Dunling, with no friends.

Lying on the somewhat cold bed, Lorenzo looked at the seaside and leaflets plastered on the flower boards, and he couldn't help but think about them in the dead of night, but he always convinced himself.

On the way to the goal was fragile ice floe, and Lorenzo had to leave something behind to keep going, for which he has no regrets.

He closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of the new one.

......

In this silent night, some slept, some wailed.

The man ran wildly down the narrow alley, his face hideous, and his whole body was filled with the smell of fear.

No, what's going on with all this?

While running for his life, he asked himself, as a gangster member in the lower city, Hughes did a good job, he relied on smuggling to make a living, although the scale is not large, but he also mixed up a little fame in this mixed place in the lower city, but it is clear that this man from the port of Rendona is not satisfied with this.

Prior to this, the lower city was attacked by a Sualan hall, and the gangster who was attacked was named Green Shark, according to the owner of the green shark, the mysterious Sabo died that night, and the entire Lower City was very frightened, as if the old Dunling was really ready to do something to the lower city.

Everyone shifted their wealth to try to recover the impending losses, but Hughes didn't do it, he was a ruthless person with a lifeless momentum.

At that crucial moment, instead of backing down, he swallowed up the Green Shark's estate, expanding his own property even further in the midst of the chaos, and it was clear that he was finally right, the purge from Old Dunling was delayed, and he himself won all the leads

The boy who was crawling around on the fishing boat had finally become the one with the power in his hands, but now the bullshit power couldn't save him.

After all, both sword and power are words born from the concept of man, and it is obviously nothing to the monster that follows in the darkness.

The creature's roar was heard, and it didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill itself, like a hunter playing with its prey.

Usually Xius would not tolerate this, even if he died, he would fight hard, but that was only for people, and now he didn't even have the courage to face that monster

His own guards couldn't hold up for even a minute before they were strangled to pulp, and he shot the monster several times again, and though the light was dim, he was sure that he had shot it in the head several times, but it couldn't even hurt the monster.

The sound of the wind suddenly whistling in his ears went blank, and Theseus's mind went blank for a moment, but then he felt an uncontrollable pain, and he wailed out heartbreakingly.

The whole Sa collapsed in the dirty alley, blood stained red with sewage, and pushed down the torso, a neat incision below the knee, and the severed limb was long gone.

As if to be at work, Hughes scratched at the ground and crawled hard, flowing a scarlet path behind him.

But soon the sharp claws pierced through his thighs, nailing him to the surface of the rain, and he let out a weak cry, and the fate of death could no longer be changed.

The monster didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him, like a merciless slaughter, and it only wanted Theseus to suffer enough before he died.

"Turns out you're going to feel pain too......"

The monster made a muffled sound, but it sounded familiar to Theseus, and the wail of pain was over, and he grimaced, as if aware of who the voice was owner.

"This ...... It can't be ......"

He repeated it over and over again, and then his head was lifted up by his large, twisted hands, and by the faint light he saw the scarred and hideous face.

"How...... Could it be you?"

Hughes couldn't believe what he was seeing, and he didn't even dare to look away at the hideous remnant.

"No, no, it's none of my business, he made me do it, you know, even though I'm the leader of the gang, I also need those nobles to provide shelter!"

But the monster clearly didn't care about that, and its voice was hoarse and full of venom.

"It's the price you pay, Hughes. ”

The claws gently cut off a piece of flesh, and Hughes let out an unbearable wail, the sound was terrible, but to the monster's ears it was incomparably pleasant, like a song of the utmost beauty.

"Of course, don't be sad, I'll kill all the participants, and every Rao ending will be fair. ”

Monsters in painful torture are like this.

Tonight is still long, it still has a long time to make Hughes miserable, and it was perfect.

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