Lorenzo said all this confidently, he liked it very much, although he didn't say it directly, but it felt like humiliating the intelligence of the shrike.

The shrike was silent, every time, and when he was about to pull the trigger to kill the damn detective, he would prove his worth and then choke himself with anger.

"That's your plan, borrow those forensics?"

Lorenzo nodded.

"You have to admit that there is a specialization in the art industry, and I went to the Wang Li Medical College to listen to the lectures before. Lorenzo's face had an extra twist that seemed to be a nightmare of reminiscence.

"To be honest, for the first time, I felt lost in knowledge. ”

"Of course you have your use, otherwise I wouldn't have come to see you in this hellish place in the lower city. ”

Lorenzo was always so confident that he didn't care that the shrike was pointing a gun at him just now.

"I'm here to ask you some questions. ”

"What's the problem?"

Shrike put the gun on the table, and he fell into Lorenzo's rhythm again, knowing that he was his employer, the leader of the entire lower town, but when Lorenzo began to speak at length, he would always be unconsciously inferior to him.

Like a teacher and his students, Lorenzo was the bad teacher, he didn't teach his students anything, he just played with their minds to show off his superiority, as if he could find satisfaction in it.

"Shrike, I need to know the whole picture of this case. ”

Lorenzo stared at the Shrike, his vague figure reflected in the Invig's distinctive blue-green pupils.

"A sailor carries a secret you want to know...... Shrike, I'm a detective, not a writer, and I need to know the whole story to get to the bottom of everything, or I'll just go home and figure out how to make a plausible story for you. ”

Grabbing the edge of the table, Lorenzo pulled himself over, and he approached the shrike, and the two men looked like close friends.

"So, are you interested in talking about it?"

Lorenzo asked with a smile.

......

The story starts half a month ago.

According to Invig law, the fishing season is closed from mid-June to mid-September, and all fishing boats are anchored in the harbor and are forbidden to sail for fishing, but one day half a month ago, a fishing boat arrived at the port of Rendona in a foggy atmosphere.

"My men have been tracking the ship for a long time, they set out from the Viking kingdom of Nobido, during which time they changed course and passed through the ice sea, and finally arrived at the port of Rendona half a month ago. ”

"It doesn't sound suspicious, but every year during the fishing ban a lot of fishing boats come from other areas and end up here in Old Dunling. ”

Lorenzo said as he listened.

"The problem is that their fishing boats didn't unload after they were moored, and no one came out, so they just stopped at the dock, and after a few days of exposure to the sun, the fish and shrimp started to stink before people got noticed. ”

"So...... Is this fishing boat of any value?"

It's an essential question, everything has a value, even now this fishing boat, a fishing boat that is not unloaded, Lorenzo could not understand how he had alarmed the great man of the shrike.

"It's not just a fishing boat. ”

Shrike told the story of the concealment, and the alcohol set the mood and made him feel much better.

"My business is not only here in Old Dunlin, but also in the surrounding area...... The ship was carrying something he shouldn't have had, and my men kept tracking it, using a new steamship, more than twice as fast as theirs.

They would have stopped them in the North Sea, and then put the hapless fishing boat to sleep forever and sent the Vikings back to their Valhalla. ”

Draining the rest of the wine from the glass, he continued.

"But the accident happened, as if the god Odin was on them, and the fishing boat sailed into the icy sea, and my people lost their trace in the storm, and then, as I said, they arrived at the port of Rendona, and the fish and shrimp were only a disguise, and the real goods had long been carried away. ”

"So I'm looking for that mysterious cargo, right?"

Lorenzo lowered his head and smoked his pipe, nodding his head.

"Yes, according to the list, that Wall is the sailor of the Silverfish, and the group has disappeared since they arrived, and Wall is the only one who can find a trace. ”

"Counting the captain and first mate, a total of seventeen people, except for the dead Wall, the remaining sixteen people are still missing. ”

"But now the only Wall has been killed by you. ”

Shrike said angrily.

Lorenzo looked at him, his confusion undiminished.

"Why don't you take matters into your own hands and just catch someone. ”

"This cargo is related to a certain duke, and my people cannot be present at the scene. "The Shrike is the king of the darkness, but he is still embarrassed when faced with the noble duke.

"What about the goods?"

"I don't know, I just know it's sealed in an iron box. ”

Lorenzo smiled.

"Look, another vague request, can I go to the blacksmith and take a random iron box and come over and receive the reward?"

Rather than get angry at Lorenzo's provocation this time, he was calm and uncharacteristically.

"Do you believe in a sixth sense or anything like that?"

"You mean intuition?"

"Probably. ”

Shrike looked down at the revolver on the table, and he was fascinated by the paintings of ghosts and gods carved on the nests.

"You will understand it when you see it at first sight...... Just like intuition, when you see that iron box, you recognize it. ”

The words were mysterious, this was something Lorenzo had never seen before, and he felt that something was not good.

"Shrike, you still have a lot of things you haven't made clear to me. ”

It's a fragmented story, and even Lorenzo is a little overwhelmed, with a shadow behind it that he can't see.

"Lorenzo, you're just a detective I've hired, not my accountant, and you'd better not know that much about my business. ”

The shrike refused to reveal more, and his eyes were resolute.

"It's for your good. ”

"The rest of the materials are here, the carriage is already waiting for you outside, you can take a look on the way to the hospital. ”

As he spoke, Shrike took out a document, flipped through a few pages, tore out parts that Lorenzo didn't know, and threw them to him.

"Lorenzo you know how much I trust you, I am the abominable butcher bird, you are the iron thorn that I stick in my prey. ”

Shrike looked at him.

"So get out of here, if you don't do it, I'll fill the last bullet in it. He was referring to the revolver with a 1 in 6 probability.

"Okay, okay. ”

Lorenzo got up and picked up the papers, turned to leave, but stopped.

"Or do it my way, right?"

"I only care about the outcome of this matter. ”

This was probably an answer, so Lorenzo pushed open the iron door and left without looking back.

......

Walking out of this rocky castle, the cold air rushed into Lorenzo's nostrils in an instant, the air was so damp, cold and oppressive.

It's cold......

This was the case with the old Dunling, where it was always rainy and rainy as thousands of tons of water vapour filled day and night, and they gathered over the city as if the dome of clouds and mist covered everything, and the sun would illuminate the misty sky golden, as if the sky was also burning.

The coachman was already waiting for Lorenzo outside, and this time Lorenzo walked straight into the carriage and flipped through the papers.

The scenery outside the car window changed slowly, and after a few checks they entered the outer town, which, unlike the dilapidated and desolate lower town, was full of towering Gothic and Barot buildings, tall steam towers erected between each block, and billowing smoke rising from the chimneys, turning everything gray.

It is the birthplace of steam technology, the most advanced city in the world, and as technology evolves, everyone lives with hope.

The documents are fastened with a delicate iron frame and decorated with mottled brass around the edges. This is a common decoration in this era, gears and pipes, everything seems to be the same as the steam machine, and for this reason there is a group of people who worship the hot machine, believing that it is the power bestowed on people by the gods.

Flipping through the papers, Lorenzo read them carefully in the rickety carriage.

It is written in much more detail than what is written by Beroe, most of it is from the personal dictation of the person being investigated, and the words are chaotic, but without exception they are recorded.

Lorenzo felt more comfortable seeing this, as those people had only retained those important and streamlined parts of their previous cases, which made some accounts look extremely cold.

It was Lorenzo's opinion to write down every sentence in detail, and only then could Lorenzo feel like he was dealing with a person, a real flesh and blood person, who was babbling and slowly saying everything.

Reaching into his arms, he took out a flamboyant iron box with exaggerated carving, which was neatly filled with cigarettes.

Picking up one of the red-lined cigarettes, Lorenzo picked it up and looked at everything on the paper.

Smoke filled the carriage and slowly rose.

Time seemed to slow down, the contents of the tobacco spreading to his nerves as the blood exchanged, and his gray-blue eyes glistened with a shimmer.

It was as if the carriage had stepped into another world, and the window darkened, and finally it became pitch black, in which only the light of Lorenzo's cigarette remained.

"Let me see your ......"

Lorenzo whispered, his fingers rubbing against the rough paper as he muttered the words on the paper as he mentally read the words on the paper.

The so-called words and spirits are simply understood, that is, words are spirits, as in the classic "God said that there should be light, and there was light".

It is a narrative from the bottom of the heart, so the "spirit" ferments in the darkness.

Lorenzo looked at the documents in the firelight, and suddenly there was a rapid sound of wind in the darkness, carrying the fishy smell of sea water over him.

Something seemed to be approaching Lorenzo, and it crawled slowly on the ground, making a viscous and disgusting sound, its pupils silently staring at the pensive man, who stopped not far away.

There was a thunderbolt that swept through it, and the darkness was lit up for a moment under the auspices of the storm, and the earth shook.

Although it was only for a moment, it was still possible to see that Lorenzo was sitting in his chair and looking down in contemplation, and when he zoomed out, he would see that he was on the silverfish at the moment.

The sea pounded the sinking ship, the strange cold wind caressed him, and the cracked, wet deck in front of him was now full of people.

As if none of this existed, Lorenzo looked up coldly at the silhouette that was whitened by thunder, seaweed-like hairs swaying in the wind and the water dripping like blood.

Lorenzo had no fear in the slightest, as if everything was normal.

"Where the hell have you been?"

He asked, looking at the eerie pitch blackness.

Crew members who disappeared out of thin air, mysterious cargo. He's looking for the weirdness that hides between the lines, the thing that really drives it all.

The flash of thunder was about to leave, and at the end of the light Lorenzo sensed a trace of old blood.

The creature that stared at him in the dark.

Turning his head sharply, Lorenzo found the key point.

The gaze swept away quickly, it was a hideous corner, but then that corner overlapped with the familiar face, and the voice sounded.

"Mr. Holmes?"

The coachman opened the door and looked at Lorenzo surrounded by smoke, his eyes glazed and empty, as if he were looking at himself.

It wasn't until the ash burned Lorenzo's fingers that he woke up from a dream and threw away the cigarette butt.

As the coachman opened the door, the eerie, dreamlike scene was over.

The sky was still gloomy, and there was a bit of disappointment on the coachman's face.

"Sir, I thought you wouldn't touch hallucinogens or anything like that. ”

Victoria Central Hospital had been arriving for a long time, and he had called Lorenzo many times without any response, and even said that when he opened the car door, Lorenzo was still in the same stupor.

Although he works for the bosses of all the gangs, the coachman instinctively resists hallucinogens and the like, and the young man thinks it is the key to heaven, but he sees it as an invitation to hell.

"You know, sometimes I need some inspiration to do what I do. ”

Lorenzo smiled and didn't answer directly.

The coachman sideways out of the way, muttering as Lorenzo got out of the way.

"I know a couple of good addicts if you need them...... It's just that the methods are a little rougher. ”

Out of politeness, Lorenzo smiled and thanked the coachman for his concern, and strode forward towards the magnificent castle-like hospital.