Ashwagandha, an herb from the land of plenty, is also known by the more familiar name of the scholar, mandrake. But in fact, these two herbs are not one or the other at all, mandrake is a very common hallucinogenic herb, which is used as an anesthetic by the local aborigines, and is now a component of the hallucinogens that are rampant in the lower town.

Unlike the common mandrake, Lorenzo's cigarettes are filled with ashweed, which is a "medium" carefully cultivated by local shamans, who believe that smoking this herb will build a bridge with the unknown, and is a medium for touching the mysterious, which they usually use to communicate with the dead.

The technology of steam is so advanced that the theory of ghosts and gods has long been forgotten, but there are still remnants of the old era who believe in it.

Lorenzo also discovered this effect in an old book, and with the help of Shrike, he obtained some from the hands of some smugglers. At first, he was in the mood to give it a try, but after so much investigation, Lorenzo found that this thing could indeed play a role.

Seeing is not just a simple illusion, there is a part of it that is real, and this real part is what Lorenzo needs.

One by one, the lights went out, the cold air in the darkness became damp, Lorenzo smelled the sea again, countless raindrops falling on the deck, and he returned to the ship.

The corpse was slowly wriggling in the dark, it was coming to life, obviously the fire of the cigarette butt was not so bright, but it was all so clear in the darkness, Lorenzo watched quietly.

The internal organs began to shrink until finally only a small part of the stomach and intestines remained, and the bones began to twist and deform, as the past growth supported the fragile skin, and the dark red veins beneath it could be clearly seen.

A hoarse voice came from that shriveled throat, like a wail before a tragic death.

It was a daunting scene, but Lorenzo didn't care, as if he didn't have the emotion of fear.

The cigarette is more than half lit.

Eggplant connected him to the mysterious world, the time the tobacco burned was the time he could stay in the world of the dead.

It's not enough, it's not enough.

Suddenly, the feeling of being watched came to him, so familiar, like when he was in the carriage, the thing that had been peeking at him in the dark, Lorenzo turned his head sharply and tried to find the strange figure in the darkness, but the next second the twisted body knocked him down with a strong smell of blood.

It's Wall, or rather Wall's body.

It knocked Lorenzo out of his chair and crushed him down with force, its sharp claws clung his skull, his ribs open like a predator's mouthparts, and clawed Lorenzo tightly with dried blood.

Look at me!

There seemed to be a voice, and into my eyes was the hideous countenance, with great pain, and above it was a pitch-black cloud, but in it there was a faint green light.

There was a sharp pain in his body, but Lorenzo didn't care, he looked directly into the pupils, and in the reflection in the darkness he finally saw the truth of that part.

It was a beacon rising in the green light.

......

The cigarette finally burned out, and the light returned to the world.

Lorenzo seemed to have woken up from hibernation, his movements stiff and his eyes dazed. He let go of his hand and the cigarette butt fell, and he sat in his chair in a daze for a long time before he recovered.

This is the side effect of vaping, and every time it ends, Lorenzo briefly looks like a retarded person.

Everything was like a dream, Wall's body did not come to life, it was still lying quietly in front of him, he was not knocked down, he sat in place, as if everything that was so real just now was an illusion, and the pain was so real.

It's an illusion, but it's also real,

Like the last scene he saw, the lighthouse.

Lorenzo wasn't sure what Lighthouse's role was in this case, but at least he had a rough idea for now.

Strange bodies and lighthouses.

Standing up slowly, the stiff feeling was still there, which made him feel very uncomfortable, maybe this is also one of the side effects of Ashweed, at first this mentally handicapped state was very short-lived, but with the frequent use, the time became longer and longer.

Maybe I can find that poor Director Busculo for a physical examination in a few days, and I should be able to save a lot of trouble if I am also a director, right?

After doing all this, it was time to leave, but at that moment the loading of the bullet sounded.

"Hands up!"

Eve raised her pistol and aimed it at Lorenzo.

Eve's instincts have been sharp since she was a child, and this time was no exception, in the mist she felt someone walking past her, and she couldn't help the weirdness in her heart, she finally caught this sneaky person here.

"What happened to the detective?"

Turning around, Lorenzo's expression was perfect, with a hint of composure in his panic, like a good citizen who had been misunderstood by the police.

As a great detective who is mixed in, Lorenzo has to know a little bit about everything.

"What are you doing?"

Eve was a newcomer, and this was the first time she had pointed a gun at someone, and looking at Lorenzo's expression, she really felt that she had misunderstood him for a while.

"This is my nephew, he was murdered this morning, I can't help but grieve......"

Lorenzo said, covering his face.

Eve took a few steps closer, but she still didn't let her guard down.

"Your nephew...... A Viking?"

The corpse's face was unrecognizable, but the Vikings' favorite braid still hung on the corpse's head.

Lorenzo's cry paused, and then Eve saw the nameplate on the iron cabinet, which was the case she was responsible for.

The last bit of sympathy was gone, Eve said coldly.

"Sir, you may need to come with me. ”

The scene was awkward for a while.

Lorenzo once sneaked into the Royal Academy of Arts, in order to be able to get into the role at any time to deceive others, he studied in the acting department of the academy for more than a year, at first everyone thought he was a passing tourist, then auditors, students, and finally even the professor knew this excellent student named Lorenzo, and invited him to perform at the Royal Opera House.

But such an excellent student suddenly disappeared after a year, and the professor looked through the list and did not find this person named Lorenzo Holmes, he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, everyone remembered the talented young man, but his name was not on the various attendance lists or even the school records, like a ghost.

But no matter how good the performance is, no matter how rigorous the fraud is, Lorenzo can't deceive people in terms of direct evidence, so he smiled awkwardly.

Eve is very serious on the surface, but she is already happy in her heart, and sure enough, there is something strange about this case, otherwise why would this person sneak in to investigate this worthless corpse.

"Turn around!"

Holding a gun and threatening Lorenzo, he was very cooperative and turned around slowly, Eve put down the gun and took out the handcuffs, but in an instant Lorenzo moved.

The wide, knee-high black trench coat shook up hard, it directly occupied most of Eve's field of vision, she held the gun in one hand, the handcuffs she had just taken out in the other, the young detective was obviously panicked, and pulled the trigger, but the slender single hand was still difficult to control the recoil, and the bullet was crooked.

A large hole was punched in the black trench coat, and then the muzzle of the black hole protruded from under the trench coat.

"Detective, don't move. ”

Lorenzo held Winchester in his hand, his hand on the iron lever in the lower part, loaded.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and Eve could only watch it all in a daze.

Obviously, what is in front of him is a bit of a shock to this newcomer, and the first case of a budding newcomer involves a bad detective who has been in the old Dunling for a long time, as if a sheep is locked up with a hungry wolf.

"This is the morgue, not many people come, and even if I kill you, no one will know that I killed you, do you understand?"

Eve nodded cooperatively, even if she fired a gun, she was not as fast as Lorenzo, not to mention that Lorenzo's gun was obviously more threatening than lethal.

But soon Eve realized something.

"You killed him?"

Although I had never seen such a finely crafted shotgun, wasn't it still a shotgun in essence? consistent with the gunshot wound that killed Wall, combined with the suspicious nature of the mysterious man's infiltration into the morgue, Eve was sure that it was the man in front of her who killed Wall.

I knew that I wouldn't come alone, and I should have called Pree, although in this situation even if Pres was there, what could he do.

"Don't slander people, detective, I'm a legal citizen of Invig. ”

Lorenzo is telling the truth, but his identity was given to him by the shrike, and the shrike is still very reliable in this regard, as long as you give enough money to create any identity for you, please note that it is not a forgery, but an officially recognized identity.

Lorenzo was talking nonsense, but his mind was running wildly, and he was thinking about what to do next.

Similarly, Eve was thinking about what to do, she didn't want her first case to be her last.

But just then, a translucent yellow liquid flowed under Lorenzo's feet, carrying a foul smell from outside the door of the morgue

"Detective, what do you think this is?"

Lorenzo said suddenly, bowing his head.

"I think it might be oil. ”

"I want to ...... You should have guessed it right. ”

As Lorenzo's words fell, a raging fire poured from the door of the morgue, like a fire demon from hell, and the flames of the moment ignited everything around him, and the cold temperature of the morgue rose and became hot.

It's a Jedi, the only way out of this gate, but now it's sealed by fire, and the fire is growing.

"What's going on......"

At the last moment, Lorenzo pulled Evan open, otherwise Eve would have been engulfed in flames in an instant by leaning against the gate.

"It's the clue. ”

The man's voice was tinged with a bit of morbid excitement.

Eve looked to the side, the firelight illuminating Lorenzo's face, and an even bigger fire burning in his pupils.

Sure enough, Wall's death caught the attention of those people, who didn't want the secret of Wall's body to be discovered, so they came here to set it on fire.

"If the detective doesn't want to die, come over and help. ”

Lorenzo said as he kicked over the iron cabinets where the bodies were hidden, stacked on top of each other and ready to be disassembled.

"What are you doing?"

Eve couldn't understand this person's operation, and it was clear that the fire was already burning in front of her...... He's still fighting the dead.

"Stay alive...... You don't want to be cremated here with these corpses, do you?"

"You're a bunch, I'm a bunch, and everyone will never be separated?"