931 year in the Invig calendar.

The city fell into a dark slumber, and the huge zeppelin in the night sky swam slowly like a giant whale, and the cyclops-like lights fell from it, moving and observing the sleeping city.

Lorenzo stood in a corner of the street, cigarette in his mouth. The tobacco was mixed with refreshing herbs, which made him very conscious even late at night, and even a little excited.

With this faint excitement, the cane gently tapped the ground, and according to the rhythm of the impression, it struck briskly.

He's waiting for someone, and usually he likes to think in the time of waiting for someone, whatever he wants, as long as his brain isn't idle.

Looking up at the dim streetlights, his thoughts drifted away.

......

According to the concept of parallel universes, all the incredible will happen on a huge scale, or under this concept, these things are destined to happen.

For example, in a certain world, the speed of light can be surpassed, Jupiter's rings are a giant doughnut, Tesla is a great magician who manipulates thunder, Hawking is a bronze dragon who controls time, and King Arthur is really a girl.

So, anything is possible.

Another example is a modern world, human beings set off the first industrial revolution, the rumbling steam engine slowly pushed the huge steel creation, the railroad paved every inch of the people, the productive forces were liberated, the economy continued to rise, and the perfect era came with a roaring steam.

...... It stands to reason that the plot should be like this, but just like the concept of parallel universes, there will always be things that are beyond common sense.

So what if...... Has the advent of the electric age been delayed?

As with countless assumptions about stories, what if the line of history that everyone is familiar with changes slightly?

The Second Industrial Revolution kicked off after this, but the hell the world did not enter the electric age, just like Newton lying under a tree, when the most crucial apple in the history of physics was about to fall on his head, the hapless child turned over, and mankind lost the formula of gravitation for a short time.

The same is true of this world, when they realized that boiling water could power all things, this age went off the rails in the normal course of history.

Electrical technology has not been dominated in this flood of steam, has not been used on a large scale, only a few places, and the internal combustion engine, which is more efficient in heat conversion, has not been discovered by the world.

Technically, they didn't find the flammable and explosive black liquid, so larger and larger steam engines were built, which became more and more complex, and eventually became the hub of the city, the hub of the world.

They were bloated and inefficient, but when the majestic body of steel came into view, everyone was in awe.

Lorenzo lived in such a time, an age of sanity and madness.

Steel and steam, mystery and unknown.

A shrill sound of steam interrupted his thoughts, and he looked to the side, where the blazing white gas erupted from the manhole covers near the street, and then condensed into countless droplets of water in the cold evening breeze and dispersed into a gray mist that covered the entire city.

It's a hellish time, and it's a hellish city.

The neurotics of the Mechanics hollowed out the city's underground and built the largest steam engine ever built, digging kilometres of underground channels to lead the River Thames into the iron furnaces, where it burned day and night to drive the city's mechanical factories.

The complex underground system is their discharge, and every day thousands of tonnes of water vapour pour into the streets through a purification cycle, which then turns into a trickling rain.

So it was gloomy all day long, and there was no daylight.

Looking down at his pocket watch, it was almost time, and at that moment there was the sound of rapid breathing and running at the end of the street.

It looks like the person you're waiting for is punctual.

So Lorenzo dropped the cigarette butt and reached under his heavy trench coat to take out his beloved Winchester.

Just like the concept of parallel universes, there is also a person who is known as a great detective in this hellish era...... Of course, the Great Detective is what he calls himself. He's not a man of repute, and he's not a master of reasoning, he's just a second-rate detective who likes to coerce suspects by force.

That's what everyone who knew him, Lorenzo Holmes.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and in his ears, his face was ecstatic.

"Welcome to Old Dunling!

The second-rate detective burst out of the corner, laughing heartily at the running figure, and then, in the stunned eyes of the dark shadow, he kindly pulled the trigger in his hand, and Winchester let out that loud roar in the night.

In the midst of the dazzling gunfire, the black shadow was knocked to the ground before he could react, and scarlet blood flowed down the cracks in the stone bricks into the sewers.

As the gunfire cleared, patrolmen with rifles surrounded the place soon after, and the lights on the zeppelins in the night sky illuminated the place as if it were day, but at the moment there was nothing but the cold corpse.