Eve felt that she was caught in the rhythm of this man, and put the iron cabinet on top of the iron frame, and he tried the pulley, and it was quite smooth.

"What are you going to do?"

"Get out. ”

Tearing off the white coat hanging in the corner, Lorenzo used it to hold the two together.

"We can't get out of it, the fire will first ignite your clothes, the temperature will melt your eyes, and then in one of your panicked breaths, hundreds of degrees of air rush into your airways and then your lungs, think about the detective, it feels no different from swallowing coals raw. ”

Lorenzo described the seeping way of death, and then moved the assembled iron cart to the wall.

"So we needed this thing, and it was like skateboarding all the way out, and the route I remember coming from, it was a straight line. ”

Pointing to the gloomy iron cabinet, Lorenzo waved his hand.

"Lady first. ”

Eve was a little confused.

"You're going to let me get into here with you?"

She began to pray that nothing would be known to her family about today. In the same room with a strange man...... Even though it's a morgue, it's enough to drive her dad crazy, let alone such a big ...... Iron cabinet.

"We need a certain amount of inertia to rush out, otherwise we'll stop in the fire halfway through, like two oven pigs, you know what I mean?"

More than what Eve thought, Lorenzo cared more about his own life.

......

First the steam pipe exploded, then the fire, which spread in the morgue, and it appeared that no one was injured, but it also bothered Presscao.

But in the midst of this, he was looking for where Eve was, and the newcomer had disappeared since just now, and was obviously enthusiastic about things like cases, but now he was gone.

Press thought this was what Eve really looked like, and she had pretended it before, but then another thought arose in her mind...... Maybe she's at the center of that incident? Like in the morgue.

This hapless kid!

Presce panicked, but at that moment the steel chariot rushed out of the burning passage, and Lorenzo rushed out before he could stop, and then the blazing chariot crashed into the wall with Eve inside.

Fortunately, he was thickly dressed, and Lorenzo only had a lot of men, but he didn't have time to slow down, and his eyes swept back and forth in the crowd, as if he was looking for something.

In order to cover up Wall's body, he did not hesitate to set fire to the hospital, you must know that this is the focus of Su Yalan's office, obviously the other party is very persistent in this matter, then it is impossible for him to leave after setting the fire, he has to make sure that no one can leave alive.

The man was somewhere, quietly waiting for the fire to go out.

What are you going to do now?

Lorenzo put his hand in his pocket, which had a notch that could reach directly under his clothes, and what seemed to others that he was inserting his pocket, when in fact his hand had pulled the trigger.

Now that there are survivors of this fire, what do you do?

Everyone's look was reflected in the gray-blue eyes, and Lorenzo looked at everyone, they had not learned to act, and there would always be a time when they showed their flaws.

So what are you going to do? Just leave me or kill me?

No one would have thought that the death of a sailor would be related to a sudden fire in a hospital, after all, the disparity in value between the two is too great.

It took a lot of effort for Pres to get Eve out of the iron cabinet, and the girl looked embarrassed, but excited, as if she didn't realize that she would be turned into a teppanyaki in the fire with Lorenzo a little later.

She finally felt the joy of being in the middle of her dream career, the feeling of urgency and truth.

Pulling away the hair that blocked her view, not caring about the image, she wiped her face with her cuffs, and then stood up with difficulty.

The scene was chaotic, this was the hospital, and although the fire showed no signs of continuing to spread, it was enough to panic everyone.

Lorenzo stared at it all.

The crowd will move slowly and leave when they see how the fire is going, and of course some will stay where they are if they like to see the excitement.

Doctor?

There were not many white coats in the crowd, most of them passed by and glanced at them and returned to their posts, and some of the other nurses were also trying to cooperate with the water to control the fire.

Patient?

Most of the onlookers were family members, but only onlookers, who were amazed and prayed afterward.

Lorenzo shook his head vigorously.

No, my thinking is not right.

That person needs a safe place, retreat to blend in with the crowd and leave, and enter to observe if there are survivors. He used so much oil that neither a patient nor a doctor could bring such a large vat of oil into it without attracting attention.

The puzzles shatter into countless pieces, and Lorenzo picks them up and fills them one by one. The broken mirrors were spliced together bit by bit, revealing the last of them.

Lorenzo's hand tightened the trigger under his trench coat, and he found the man, the one destined for no one to notice.

A janitor pushes a cart full of oil, dumps it on the ground, then picks up a mop and sets it on fire, when no one approaches.

Yes, no one would notice a janitor, let alone investigate his dirty bucket.

The identity has been determined, so the location is also easy to judge.

Just around the corner in front of Lorenzo, he could see it as long as he showed his head, and he could dash into the hall and blend in with the crowd by stepping back.

"Excuse me, everyone!"

Lorenzo suppressed the excitement in his veins, he approached the position, and when Lorenzo left, Eve immediately shouted at Pree.

"There's something wrong with this person, don't let him go!"

After hearing this, Prese directly took out the pistol, and then yelled.

"Sir, please cooperate!"

It wasn't clear what Eve was talking about, but it was clear that the strange sensation in Lorenzo made him suspicious, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Troublesome people!

Lorenzo cursed in his heart, and the next second he strode forward into the crowd, he knew very well what the marksmanship of this group of detectives was, and they didn't dare to shoot in the crowd.

As Lorenzo's running crowd suddenly stirred, everyone was terrified of this man who had escaped from the fire but had a strange and excited face, and they couldn't help but retreat and make a way for him.

That person was still panicked, seeing Lorenzo quickly approaching a cleaning staff still couldn't help the panic in his heart and chose to retreat, as long as he stepped into the corner and started to run Lorenzo couldn't catch him, such a large flow of people in the hospital and the guards who rushed to him, Lorenzo would not have any more chances.

Then the seventh article of the Lorenzo Holmes Detective Code is needed, and Lorenzo has always felt that his book should be included in the textbook.

What if the suspect escapes? Shoot him and break his leg before he is out of sight!

Under the trench coat, Winchester jerked up, Lorenzo's hand was always on the trigger, he was the tight string, ready to attack.

No one could have imagined that this man would hide a shotgun under his trench coat, and the deafening roar made everyone's eardrums ach faintly, dust and rubble were scattered, and the running figure staggered down before it could start.

This was Winchester's effective shooting range, the projectile penetrated directly through his calf, and a large smear of blood appeared directly on the ground, and he didn't have time to scream, so he could only continue to crawl on the ground with a whimper.

Lorenzo wouldn't let him run away so easily, pulling the trigger guard, Winchester spun gracefully in the air, and as a lever-operated shotgun, it spat out the hot cartridge casing, and then finished loading it with an intoxicating crisp sound.

I really love this gun.

The grip of the shotgun is short, so that it is just the right length to hide under Lorenzo's trench coat, and of course it is deeper than anyone else in this world.

"Don't run away my friend!"

Lorenzo strode forward, but at that moment a dense burst of gunfire rang out.

This gunshot came from outside, and from the point of view of the janitor, he could see the situation in the hall, so that the people in the hall could also see him, he was not acting alone, and now that the mission had failed, his accomplices decided to sacrifice him to hide it all.

The bullet pierced his skull, and he died as he crawled on the ground, blood dripping all over the ground.

And that wasn't the end of it, a denser rain of bullets weighed down Lorenzo, keeping him unable to get close to the hall.

Truth be told, Lorenzo became more and more curious about what the Silverfish was transporting, and what kind of weirdness was contained in that mysterious iron box.

Take a deep breath, presumably this is not a group of well-trained soldiers, it should be just a group of thugs who take money to work for others, then their IQ will definitely not come to fire alternately, so there will always be a moment of interruption in this barrage without gaps.

As Lorenzo thought, there was a gap in the firing of bullets in the background of the mournful screams of the crowd.

This is a fatal mistake, and one of the most important lessons of any army is to teach them to fire alternately, with some people firing and some people changing ammunition, alternately firing, constituting continuous fire suppression.

In this precious gap, the great detective jumped out.

Winchester made a thunderous sound, and the aftertaste of black powder lingered on the tip of the nose, something more fascinating than hallucinogens.

The dense projectile directly shattered a person's chest, and a curtain of blood splashed on his back, and then the figure was knocked back and out.

I thought there would be some backlash, but there was nothing.

They are not changing ammunition, they are evacuating.

This was Lorenzo's negligence, reinforcements from the Suaran Hall were already on the way when the fire broke out, and with the speed of that group of mounted police, they would have arrived here within ten minutes, they didn't want to fight, and when the mounted police arrived at the scene, it was beyond their control.

The neighing of horses outside the hall sounded, and then faded away to the sound of hurried horses' hooves.

Lorenzo slowed down, ran directly into the crowd, stepped over the corpse on the ground and chased him, more gunfire greeted him, fortunately it was only to intimidate Lorenzo, not aim at all.

But at this moment, what this group of people should have done has been done, Lorenzo can't catch up with them at all, he can only watch them gallop their horses, Lorenzo is just an ordinary person, he can't catch up with this group of damn guys.

At this moment's end, a loud whistle sounded, like a heavenly help, and it galloped within Lorenzo's sight, all the way to make way for the signal lights to turn red.

So the iron serpent spewed white mist of steam and roared along the railroad tracks beneath its feet.