The night in Old Dunling was as heavy as ever, and the heavy water vapor poured into the streets along with the rising airships, but this time the streets were a little more colorful.

The glimmering light flickered in the dimness, and the glow tube flickered and flickered, making everyone who tried to read what was written on it feel dizzy, and at the same time a fierce song faintly sounded behind the door, causing passers-by to look sideways.

Probably finally becoming the head of the family, the new owner of 121A Cork Street is gone in the direction of profligacy.

The living room on the first floor was still the same as before, but with Lorenzo's decoration, there were a few more chairs, and a mahogany table that looked more serious, but it just looked more serious, and it was placed haphazardly, piled with clothes, books, and dinner plates, and it looked like someone had just eaten here.

He hummed loudly, turning up the radio as loudly, and the youthful atmosphere filled the old building, as if the rainstorm had rejuvenated it.

Not far from 121A Cork Street, a horse-drawn carriage was parked, and the occupants of the carriage lifted the curtains to look at the gleaming door sign behind the fog.

"So he's ...... Coming back?"

Seleuc tilted his head to look at the guy opposite.

Oscar also squeezed over, observing the ridiculous door number.

"It seems so. ”

"Where did you get the news from?" Seleuc couldn't help but ask.

As Lorenzo's best friend, since the storm, apart from Hercule, who is still missing, the connection between Seleuc and Oscar has gradually become closer.

There are many reasons for this, not only the commercial cooperation between Stuart and North Drow, but in Oscar's words, as partners who were invited to tea by Arthur, they are already brothers from birth to death.

Although Seleu didn't want to admit it, and expressed his disgust at Oscar's final betrayal of his teammates, Seleuc really couldn't do anything about him when this guy was shameless, and sometimes Oscar always brought some surprises, such as this one.

"The message is from this. ”

Oscar thought for a moment and took out a crumpled ball of paper from his coat.

"I found out when I opened the shop this morning, but the guy who put up the poster was chased away by the mounted police without a few posters, but I was quick to keep one. ”

Seleuc took the ball of paper suspiciously, and unfolded it little by little.

The paper was very cheap to the touch, and the sight was full of garbage typography and a slogan with a few typos, which looked like a small advertisement for some black-hearted workshop, but as the words were read out, Seleu's expression became complicated.

"Winchester Detective Agency opens today at 121A Cork Street......"

"Well, it's a little incredible, but it's something that guy can do. ”

Oscar spread his hands helplessly, sometimes the truth of the matter is so surprising.

......

I pushed the door open, and saw a shotgun hanging across the wall, and a guy in pajamas was paralyzed on the sofa below, surrounded by a mess of books, and the blackboard on the other side was covered with messy handwriting and some illegible pictures.

There was a monotonous white noise on the radio, and the owner of the place was still humming some strange melody, and after a while he looked up consciously, looking sleepy-eyed.

"Yo! Good morning. ”

"It's already night!"

Seleuc shouted a little frantically, at this moment Lorenzo seemed to have just crawled out of some black-hearted factory, like a wasted person.

Oscar, on the side, was not surprised by the scene in front of him, he walked around the clutter on the ground, observed the newly opened office, and then walked to Lorenzo's side and asked seriously.

"How's business?"

"Minus eight thousand. ”

"Huh?"

Faced with Oscar's puzzled expression, Lorenzo stopped joking.

"Decoration, messy, it's all money! Wow, it's good to make my dream come true, but I'm going bankrupt!"

When he said goodbye to Madame Vanrood, Lorenzo threw all his savings into the distant orphanage, and he really became a pauper, although he felt that wealth was meaningless to him at the time, but a few days after returning to Old Dunling, Lorenzo realized that it was not important, but it was necessary.

The gaze was decadent, and he moved away from Oscar's body and fell directly on the girl behind the clutter.

Seleuc felt something wrong, and she could clearly feel the change in Lorenzo's gaze.

"Yo, Seleuc, would you like to lend me some money, ah! no, invest in this firm?"

"Nope. ”

Simply refused, Lorenzo pretended to be lost, and then looked at Oscar with some hope.

"What are you looking at? You just blew up an airship! I'm responsible for all these losses!"

Oscar grabbed Lorenzo's neck and shook it vigorously, obviously according to Oscar's plan, this guy was now in a certain North Dro stronghold, but this guy's actions were completely beyond expectations...... Oscar even suspected that the neurotic had been going to do this in the first place, and that he had just lied to himself.

"Alas, don't worry about a lot of debts, I'll pay you back!"

Lorenzo looked indifferent.

"You're serious!"

Looking at the two of them fighting together, Seleu sighed helplessly, but it was not bad, she thought it was not bad, Lorenzo was still the same as before, the storm did not twist him into a strange appearance, and Seleu was glad for this.

After briefly cleaning up the ground, the three of them sat together, and after the joke, everyone was more or less serious.

"So you've got everything settled?"

Oscar asked with some seriousness, he didn't know the whole story, but he also got a little more about it.

"Well, those guys won't bother me anymore. ”

Lorenzo said confidently.

All grievances came to an end with the crash of the airship, and Lorenzo killed Moriarty and regained his lost past...... It's like the beginning of a new life, once again.

"This is what I owe you Oscar, you, and North Dero behind you. Lorenzo said.

"Oh oh, Lorenzo Holmos' promise? ”

When Oscar heard this, he smiled like a profiteer.

"So what are you going to do next? Lorenzo. Seleuc, who was sitting on the side, asked.

Faced with this question, Lorenzo pointed around the room.

"Didn't you see it? Now I'm a serious detective, what do you mean by not forgetting your original intention!"

"I'm talking about demons. ”

Seleu found the crux of the matter, Lorenzo is very good at using all kinds of cold jokes and nonsense to avoid people's eyes, this is what Seleu wants to ask.

"Will you keep chasing?"

Lorenzo hesitated for a moment, then replied with a smile.

"Demons can't be killed, Seleuc, and sometimes I feel like our shadows, and we can't escape our shadows, and we can't kill our shadows. ”

"So that's it?"

"Perhaps. ”

Lorenzo gave an insignificant answer, but then he moved on to something else, diverting the conversation.

"Now I need you to take care of your business, knowing that such a seemingly peaceful life is too precious to me. ”

Lorenzo said and pulled out another stack of posters, the same one Oscar showed to Seleuc, and he stuffed them into Oscar's arms.

"I remember how many customers you had in your bookstore, so please help me spread the word. ”

Then he moved his ass and sat down beside Seleuc, looking flattering.

"As the boss of the Stuart family, you nobles also have some messy things within themselves, right?

Seleuce looked at Lorenzo like this, she was a little distracted for a while, she didn't know if this guy was disguised, or if he really wanted to live a good life, and he actually thought of opening up relationships to get business.

"Calm down, calm down!

Pushing Lorenzo away, who was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, Seleu got up and fled to the other side.

Looking at the room again, Seleuc felt the difference.

Although Lorenzo lived here, he never added any furniture, and even said that he did not have any personal belongings of his own, which seemed like an ascetic lifestyle, but in fact he never thought that he would be able to live here for a long time.

Perhaps on a burning night, he would take his weapons under his bed and never return, leaving without any regrets.

But this time it was different, he bought a lot of new things, and decorated the place, although it was messy, but it did have a bit of an office.

It seems that he no longer wanders, but has chosen to settle here.

As for the demons, as for the fighting......

Seleuce knew Lorenzo well, and she knew very well that the fellow was accustomed to hiding weapons in some strange places, but this time, apart from the Winchester, which hung high, there seemed to be no other weapons here, and the Winchester looked like a craft.

The storm may have really changed Lorenzo, causing the madman to put down his butcher's knife and enjoy life in earnest.

That's a good thing! There is less of a self-destructive neurotic in the world, and there is more of a detective who loves life, which sounds pretty good.

"What are you writing about?"

Oscar saw that Lorenzo had failed to make an investment, then turned around and picked up his notes and wrote them.

"Bills, daily expenses, and regular remittances to the orphanage...... Wow, those nuns didn't have any business minds, and when I took over, they were all bankrupt! ”

Maybe this is the price after living seriously, Lorenzo's head is big.

It turns out that there are so many things to pay attention to in life, it turns out that you can't live directly in a house, you have to pay water, electricity, gas, etc., and these places of collection are evenly distributed around the entire city, causing Lorenzo to run around the city every time he pays.

Not only that, Lorenzo had to clean on time and eat by himself, which was quite exciting at first, he could sing loudly, he could run around in his pajamas, and sleep wherever he wanted, but within a few days, Lorenzo remembered Madame van Loude.

It feels so good to be taken care of.

"You have the impression that I've always been a slasher, but I'm really good at detectives! ”

As for his plans for the future, Lorenzo explains.

"And strictly speaking, the old order has been disbanded, and I'm not a witcher anymore, but this detective is my serious profession now!"

Lorenzo answered Seleucus and Oscar's questions in a serious way.

The three pairs of eyes looked at each other for a moment, and then drifted again.

"Despite all your words, it's hard to believe you. ”

Oscar rubbed his temples and felt a little headache.

Lorenzo was an unpredictable psychopath, and the word cunning could not have been more apt to describe him.

"Relax, isn't everything going well now?"

He squeezed back into his place with a languid look.

The atmosphere was quite good, Lorenzo had not experienced such a peaceful day for a long time, this rare and precious calm, but unfortunately this calm did not last long, a heavy knock sounded on the door, and then the door was pushed open.

Behind him was the dimly lit street, and Arthur stood by the door with a blank face, followed by one pitch-black silhouette after another.

"Alright, you two, let's stop for today's nice gathering, give me and him a little space. ”

Lorenzo didn't look surprised by Arthur's arrival, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lorenzo stood up, walked over to the newly bought mahogany table, and pushed away the mess of clutter, clothes, books, and dinner plates stacked on top of each other, and the noise continued.

Pulled up a chair and sat down behind the table, then took out a standing card from the mess and placed it on the table.

It reads "Lorenzo Holmos".

Oscar's face changed, and he didn't know what he had experienced with Arthur, he looked afraid of Arthur, and pulled Seleuc out, and Seleuc couldn't help but look at the mess of clutter as he left.

The dinner plate also includes books and clothes...... She couldn't imagine that disgusting picture anymore.

Arthur stepped on the clutter and walked straight over, dragged a rickety chair from the side, and sat down opposite Lorenzo.

"Are you going to retire?"

He looked at the comically decorated office, then at Lorenzo, and asked.

"What do you think?"

Lorenzo asked rhetorically, his hands on the table, his chin dragging his chin together, his expression looking like that of a cunning fox.