Outer Town, East of Irins, 121A Cork Street.

It was nightfall, and the dark whales in the night sky swam slowly as usual, and then cast huge pillars of light to peek at the sleeping city.

Blazing water vapor poured out from under the manhole cover, and Lorenzo walked out of the white tide.

He looked pretty good, but his face was a little pale, he was on a cane, and he walked very slowly.

Lorenzo escaped before the Mounties arrived, but the intricacies of the lower town saved him, and judging by the familiar movements of his runaway, it wasn't the first time he had been chased.

Only this time he failed to escape smoothly, I can only say that I have to admire the hands-on ability of the group of thugs, they actually made a nail gun out, and in the dense barrage, Lorenzo's embarrassed escape posture was still hit, and a finger-long iron nail shot into his waist, fortunately, it was only a skin wound.

Thanks to the vapour that filled the day and night, the clothes of the old Dunling people were damp for a long time, so Lorenzo liked the color black, so that people could not tell whether there were water or blood stains on his clothes.

After walking for a long time, he finally reached the door of the house.

121A Cork Street.

The location is remote, and it is a new area that has only been developed in recent years, so the house price is very cheap, but although it is cheap, it is not something that Lorenzo, a detective, can buy, so under the introduction of Berau, he found a good rental apartment.

Lorenzo didn't dare to knock on the door, opened it gently, and walked in cautiously.

The owner of the first floor was the landlord, Madame van Loude, a very hardcore old lady who was said to have been a female soldier and the most heroic of them all.

She often bragged to Lorenzo about her youthful exploits, and her favorite story was how she met her husband.

I still remember that it was the end of the Glorious War, and the whole old Dunling was in turmoil, when Mrs. Van Loude returned to the old Dunling as a wounded soldier to recuperate, and there was a riot in the old Dunling at that time, and she could only be dispatched urgently as a wounded soldier.

Lorenzo guessed that she had met some officer and fell in love, but in fact Madame vanloude fell from the sky as an air cavalryman pulling a wire and shot off the enemy's head, and by the way, she also captured one, and the unlucky one who was captured was her future husband.

"You're married to an enemy?" Lorenzo was stunned.

"He was just a young man who didn't learn well, and he was good under my discipline. ”

"What did you think at the time? You're fighting! And you came back with a husband?"

"Lorenzo, you're young, do you know love at first sight?"

The old cloudy eyes glowed, and she replied.

It's really a hardcore love story, a heavily armed heroine fell from the sky, she was supposed to shoot this unlucky child with one shot, but in hellish love at first sight, Leng failed to pull the trigger, just like a primitive man, knocked him out on the head with a stick, and when he woke up, there were only two choices, either take the woman in front of him, or be executed for treason.

What happened to their marriage was unknown to Lorenzo, who had doubts about Madame vanloude's words, but when he remembered the ferocity with which she drew her gun when she owed rent, Lorenzo stopped talking.

Quietly climbed upstairs, there were two doors on either side of the living room, one belonged to Lorenzo and the other belonged to his roommate, who was a very ordinary man, a mechanic by profession, and often worked overtime in the factory.

The lights in the room weren't on, and it looked like the hapless mechanic was working overtime again.

Entering his own room, Lorenzo's heart was really relieved. Hanging the clothes neatly on the hanger, he carried the medical box into the bathroom, which is also one of the reasons why he likes it here, the independent bathroom, which is very praised.

The warm water fell, and he carefully cleaned up his wound bare-chested.

The wound was not large, and after careful cleaning, Lorenzo began to disinfect, knowing that most of the weapons made by the thugs in the lower city were not fatal, but what was fatal was what came with those weapons.

In that filthy place, you never know which stinking gutter a knife or sword was placed in the night before.

The era of war is over, and now it is disease that kills people, and most of them die from infections after injuries, and these people do not even have basic medical awareness.

An artifact was all the rage in the lower city, and it was just a rusty metal weapon, which Lorenzo called the Tetanus Blade, after all, it was full of black doctors from nowhere, and if they were infected, they were basically sentenced to death.

After tending to his wounds, Lorenzo slowly stood up, exhausted urging him to go to sleep.

Inadvertently, his eyes swept over the mirror, and he saw that there were hideous and distorted black lines reflected in it.

It was a tattoo, a large black tree growing along Lorenzo's spine, and it was a very strange feeling, looking directly at the tattoo, it was as if Lorenzo himself was a human skin, and the iron branches and thorns supported the whole body, but it was like a black snake twisting and twisting, wrapped around the mortal body.

It's weird and pitch black, as if the blackness leads to another world.

The great tree that holds up the world.

Lorenzo seemed accustomed to ignoring its presence, just glancing at it and ignoring it.

"The tattoo is pretty good. ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room.

Beastly alertness cut Lorenzo's nerves like a razor, and murderous intent rolled in gray-blue eyes.

As far as the eye can see, the man is sitting on the sofa wearing a delicate mask, and his movements are full of casualness, as if he regards this place as his home.

"I almost killed you. ”

Lorenzo's mood was not high, and after realizing the man's identity, his hand reached out from the dead end of the man's sight, holding a gun filled with ammunition.

This was one of Lorenzo's habits, and his sword was hidden everywhere in this small room, and if anyone trespassed, Lorenzo would pull his weapon from behind the towel even while wiping his buttocks, and shoot him in the head with a gun.

"It doesn't seem like you're really interested in letting people see your tattoos, but it's actually pretty good and artistic. Shrike watched Lorenzo put on his coat and sat down across from him.

"I just don't like being stared at by a man all the time. ”

Lorenzo shot back mercilessly, then put the pistol aside and looked at his employer.

"So is there something wrong with the noble shrike coming for a night visit?"

Instead of answering Lorenzo's words, Shrike picked up the tin box beside him, and as he opened it, the aroma of tobacco came to his face.

"I'm guessing you have a purpose in these marks. ”

It was Lorenzo's cigarette case, and although Lorenzo's face was full of unhappiness, the shrike was still like that, flipping through the cigarette case and commenting.

"Here it is...... Eggplant?"

Picking up the cigarette with the red line on it, the shrike sniffed it with some surprise.

"I thought you didn't recognize this. ”

Lorenzo was a little surprised that the shrike could recognize the ashweed, and in his opinion the kind of shrike should be addicted to money and good wine.

"I have recently come here with a group of shamans from the land of plenty, and they are full of babbling about gods and devils, gods and gods. ”

Shrike continued to rummage through the cigarette case.

"Their leader wanted to eat in the lower town, so when he came to see me, he told me a lot about shamanic witchcraft, like this Lycoweed, and they said that smoking this stuff makes the smoker a so-called 'medium', and then the smoker will trigger the 'psion' to see something that shouldn't be seen. ”

With a hint of playfulness in his eyes, he looked at Lorenzo.

"How long have you been using this thing?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Shrike. ”

In response to Berau's questioning, Lorenzo responded with rare toughness.

"Okay, okay, so what's going on with this cigarette?"

Shrike knew Lorenzo's habits, and most of his cigarettes were mixed with refreshing herbs, but at the moment this cigarette was very special, with a black line drawn on it, and there was only one. It exudes a chilling sensation, as if a deadly toxin is hidden inside.

"It's poisonous, it's better not to touch it if you don't want to die. Lorenzo patiently explained to the shrike.

"Hmm...... I guess this is your tool to kill people?"

"Leave a mark on the tool of killing?"

Lorenzo taunted the shrike mercilessly, even if a few hours earlier, the owner had almost shot him in the head.

"It was a cigarette left for me, and the neurotoxin would put me in a coma, and then my heart would stop beating in sweet dreams. ”

It was his tool for suicide, but Lorenzo spoke effortlessly, as if it wasn't his life that died.

Shrike was a little stunned, as if he didn't expect this cynical person to have such a cruel side to himself, seeing Shrike's expression, Lorenzo then said slowly.

"You should know very well that you've been in downtown for so long, some things are more terrible than death, so sometimes death is the right thing to do. ”

Death is only a momentary thing, but pain can be a lifetime thing.

"What a profound philosophy of life. ”

Stunned for a moment, Berau exclaimed.

"So, did Lorenzo Holmes also encounter the 'It's better to die'?"

Like a viper showing its fangs, the shrike sat on the front with a smile.

What awaited him was the rapid rise of the pitch-black muzzle and the coldness of Lorenzo's gray-blue eyes.

"As you said, coming to Invig and coming to Old Dunling is a new life, and the new life should say goodbye to the past, right?"

"Looks like you're really angry. "I'm just curious about what the man in front of me was like before he changed his name to Lorenzo Holmes, but it looks like you still don't want to say." ”

This is not the first time this has been the case, since Lorenzo had come to Old Dunling six years earlier, and on more than one occasion he had tried to dig up his past.

Everyone who starts a new life should have their own past, but Lorenzo is different, no matter how much he investigates, it is not clear where he came from, as if he appeared out of thin air.

"Don't be angry, I still trust you, after all, you are my iron thorn. If you still don't want to talk about it, then let's change the subject. ”

Shrike didn't care about Lorenzo's offense, the two of them were very special, although it was an employment relationship, most of the time the two were of equal rank.

"Let's talk about the progress of today's case, thanks to you, Su Yalan Hall has begun to pay attention to it. ”

As he spoke, the delicate revolver was taken out of his bosom and pointed at Lorenzo, a kind smile appeared under half of the mask of the shrike, and no one knew whether the last bullet had been filled at this moment.

After talking about private matters and getting down to business, if it weren't for the fact that no one could replace him, Berau really wanted to kill the big detective in front of him.