After sending away Pree, Lorenzo sat for a while with the Iron Serpent, and after a short walk, the lower town gradually appeared at the end of the field of vision.

The sky was gloomy, the dilapidated houses seemed to be made of muddy water and wood, and there were many more buildings like this, like a strange and misshapen tree, a forest where they grew wildly.

In the cracks of the trees, Lorenzo could see the godless people behind them, gathered around the fire, the warm light flickering in the darkness, soaking up the only warmth they had to survive the winter.

This is the appearance of most people in the lower city, they cannot survive in this cold city, and they have no strength to leave, like trapped beasts, little by little rotting in this shadow.

Most of the young people who have the labor force will go into the factories, and although they are tired, the wages here are much higher, at least more promising than those in the lower towns, and the rest may choose to join gangs, which are dangerous but at least able to keep food and clothing in this misshapen forest.

Lorenzo picked up a cigarette, and a faint mist rose with it, slowly rising to merge with countless clouds.

The muddy road was also frozen and solid due to the low temperature, and it was extremely uncomfortable to walk on it.

However, Lorenzo didn't care about that now, the people around him were still unkind, but Lorenzo didn't have any spare time to waste on them this time.

The lower town, which is simply the epitome of all chaos, where most of the grey industry of Old Dunling circulates, and under the filthy decay is bloody gold.

Lorenzo's arrival was a complete whim, there was no coachman to pick him up, no one knew about it, he was alone.

He is like a hunter walking in the forest, searching for the traces of his prey.

"Emerald ......"

The detective muttered under his breath.

After so many years of this city in my memory, my impression of this city has been blurred, and only the experience is still clearly visible.

Emerald is not bad, if it weren't for the night of Advent to ruin everything, although Lawrence, the culprit, is dead, there are still many mysteries that have not been sorted out.

For example, why did Lawrence rebel, he is a very special one of the witchers, arguably the longest-lived and highest-ranking witcher, he already has everything, but in the end he chooses to put it in the fire.

There may never be an answer to this question, Lawrence is dead, the only remaining blood has been fused by the Black Angel, and the guy can't die anymore.

Sometimes the helplessness of life is here, and in the end, many questions will not be answered.

However, if he didn't think about this, Lorenzo already had some judgment in his heart about the current situation, and he guessed that the smugglers were most likely from the Protestant Order of Emerald and their purpose was the Book of Revelation.

But the question is, where is the book of Revelation?

After so many days of vigilance and searching, the purification agency still found nothing.

Judging from the number of demons cultivated by Lawrence at that time, there was indeed a certain scale of group behind him, but after Lawrence's death, the group disappeared mysteriously as if it did not exist, as if Lawrence's death had taken everything related to him.

No, no one has ever seen anyone other than Lawrence, and Lawrence has always appeared alone, so maybe he doesn't have any helpers in the first place?

Lorenzo had a headache when he thought about this, he was sure that although Lawrence was dead, something he had planned was still going on in the dark, as evidenced by the disappearance of the Book of Revelation, and in a corner of the shadow, there was still evil blood molded out.

Lorenzo stopped suddenly, he looked at the homeless man beside him, he was nestled in the corner, as if aware of Lorenzo's stop, he stopped peeking at Lorenzo.

His movements are so secretive that if it weren't for the witcher's keen insight, no one might have noticed him at all.

Lorenzo's thoughts, which had been chaotic, suddenly became clear.

"You've been looking at me, haven't you?"

The detective suddenly leaned in and crouched down.

The homeless man was a little overwhelmed by Lorenzo's suddenness, the lower town is not a good place, and the people here are the same, everyone is careful to live, wary of the people around them.

He shrank back, and only the look in his dirty face was extremely clear.

"You...... What are you going to do?"

The homeless man asked warily, but his curled hands had already touched something of steel, and everyone in it needed something to save their lives.

"Don't be nervous, just have some questions to ask......"

Lorenzo didn't care about the vagabond's growing murderous intent at all, and in the eyes of the witchers, these guys were nothing more harmless than demons.

"Which gang are you loyal to?" asked Lorenzo next.

The homeless man's gaze instantly became cold, and he attacked at the first time, drawing out the short dagger in his arms, but Lorenzo was faster than him, standing up directly, and in a swift manner, one foot stepped on the wrist that had just been raised.

"Calm down, I don't mean anything, I just want to ask some questions. ”

Lorenzo twisted his foot so hard that the homeless man couldn't help but let go of his hand, and then Lorenzo kicked the dagger away.

"Don't pretend, I'm not a layman, I've been in downtown for a while, I know all too well what you do. ”

Lorenzo said as he took out a mottled coin from his bosom and threw it directly in front of the homeless man's eyes.

His wary gaze froze suddenly, as if he couldn't believe it, and then he quickly grabbed the coin, which was raised along with the mud and dust on the ground.

The coin is engraved with a shrike bird, and only those who are really in the lower town know that this thing is the real hard currency.

The homeless man's gaze changed a lot at Lorenzo, and for a man of his weight, this coin was enough to make him live comfortably for many days.

"Bad rats. ”

The homeless man put away the coin and hid it in the innermost part of his robe, his eyes scanning around, hoping that no one would see it.

"Sure enough......"

Lorenzo whispered, he seemed to have guessed this.

"Have you seen any new faces these days?"

"No...... At least not in the area I'm in. ”

After receiving the money, the homeless man was much happier when he started his work, and replied directly and simply.

This was also expected by Lorenzo, who did not think that he would be able to find out the traces of the stowaways by asking a random question.

There is no place for absolute chaos, and there is a faint order in all the chaos that controls all this, just as the shrike regulates the economy of the lower city and acts as a mediator between forces, but in fact he is a member of the purification agency, and all this chaos is controlled by another layer of greater order.

The homeless are also part of the order, but they are the lowest.

It's a bad rat, a bad rat, and the rats have great power when they come together, and that's the case with these homeless people.

Bad rats are also one of the gangs in the lower city, but they do not have a fixed territory, but are scattered throughout the lower city, selling newspapers for a living, and these homeless people scattered on the streets are their eyes.

The Mounties couldn't find the news, maybe these bad rats could be found, after all, those stowaways could only be placed in the lower city, and they were in this deformed forest.

"Take me to the Rat King, I want to buy some newspapers. Lorenzo said.

The homeless man shook his head, "No, the Rat King won't see anyone. ”

"Still so vigilant?" Lorenzo said.

His knowledge of bad rats also stems from the shrike, and in the words of the shrike, these damn rats are the trickiest guys in the lower city, and although they don't steal or rob, the ubiquitous weirdness is really palpitating.

Therefore, the shrike rarely cooperates with the bad rats, these guys are pervasive, and the shrike is afraid that his share will be discovered by them, although in the tenure of the successive shrikes, there is a danger of leakage of this share, but as long as the organ is eliminated, it is good to directly purge.

But unlike the bad rats, they will summarize the information to the rat king, so the newspaper will be recorded, from small talk and rumors...... As long as the bad rat thinks it has a certain value or interesting report, you can report it.

It is said that there is an archive of the Bad Rats hidden in one of the sewers in the lower city, and if it is heard and found useful by the Bad Rats, you may even find a random gossip in it one day.

To this day, the shrike does not know if the archive really exists, or the mysterious rat king that no one has ever seen.

But like urban legends, there are always some of them, and the size of the old Dunling is not what it seems, but also the complex system of furnace pillars underground.

Even Lawrence could have built a breeding ground in some complex underground pipeline, let alone a colony of pervasive rats.

"It's not a matter of vigilance, it's a matter of rule. The homeless man said very seriously.

"But what if I want to buy newspapers? ”

"I can take you to someone who knows. The homeless man replied.

Lorenzo nodded, he had made a few transactions with the bad rats, the process was almost like this, just find a street bum, Lorenzo's luck is usually very good, out of ten of the ten that he caught, at least nine of the tramps are bad rats, they will not take you to meet the rat king, but they will take you to meet people who know.

Usually this knowing person is called a newspaper dealer, who acts as an intermediary, liaising buyers with bad rats.

But this is also the weirdness of the whole bad rat, as long as you ask to see the rat king, they will refuse, it seems that the rat king is real, but in the composition of the entire bad rat, there is no position of the rat king.

The homeless man stood up, picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, and hid it in his clothes, he motioned for Lorenzo to follow him, and the two walked up the complicated road.

These lowly but human spirits sometimes try to find someone in the lower town, and they are more efficient than the shrike.

It wasn't long before the two of them came to a low house, twisted and deformed, like many buildings in the lower town, and at night they looked like monsters.

A few homeless people lay in front of the door of the low house, and many more hid indoors, they were a group of low rats, and they could only huddle together for warmth.

Lorenzo could sense that many pairs of eyes were staring at him, but this could not put any pressure on Lorenzo, and he did not have the slightest timidity, lowered his head, and walked into the low house with the homeless man.

The dimly lit interior stinks, but the space inside is much larger than it looks outside.

The homeless kicked a sleeping homeless man away with his foot, revealing the baffle underneath, which he opened to reveal deep darkness.

"Let's go, I hope you can put up with this. ”

There was a disgusting smell gushing from inside, and even the vagabond was a little unbearable.

Lorenzo glanced at the deep darkness and, without thinking, lowered his head and tried to enter.

This surprised the homeless man slightly, and he immediately stopped Lorenzo.

"Aren't you really scared?"

Lorenzo gave him a wonderful feeling, like a calm and fearless person, such a character has seen a lot of homeless people, after all, this is the lower city, full of thugs, a place where you will die if you look timid, many people will force calm and fearless, but Lorenzo is different, he seems to be really like this.

Below, there are dark and narrow tunnels...... In fact, no one knows what is down there, what if this is a trap full of sharp knives? This guy actually went straight in without stopping, this is not fearless, like a fool who does not know life and death.

"What? You're going to kill me?"

Lorenzo glanced at the cave, which was indeed a good place to kill.

But who would have thought that the homeless man would actually nod.

"Yes, but we usually kill some obnoxious guest," he said, "and we'll take him to the same tunnels, but with traps full of sharp knives." ”

"Are there knives here?" asked Lorenzo, looking a little innocent.

"No, you are a wealthy guest, and we prefer to acquire wealth in a bloodless way. ”

The homeless man said as he groped his way through the darkness, it was a kerosene lamp, he lit it, and went down first, into the darkness.

It was a sign of trust, but it didn't matter if Lorenzo was trusted or not, the darkness didn't have much effect on him, let alone the lack of a sharp knife plated with holy silver.

But he had to be careful, after all, rats live in the sewers, and there is never a shortage of germs, which may not kill him, but at least it will make Lorenzo uncomfortable for a while.

Lorenzo stepped inside, and after the two left, the homeless man who pretended to be asleep got up and re-covered the baffle, remembering Lorenzo's appearance in his mind, and he made strange noises in the dark corner.

Soon the same noise echoed him in the darkness, and a black mouse crawled out with its long tail, and he picked up the old familiar friend, stroked it, tied the iron chain to its tail, and let it go.

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