The darkest and hardest time had passed, and a pale golden dawn appeared at the end of the old Dunling sky.

The soldiers were outside the dungeon, and tonight's war was finally over, and all the corpses were burned on the spot, and the ashes continued to rise, like dark snowflakes falling.

Enjoying the long-lost light, in the outermost Praetorian Guard, the kestrel stretched out its hand and gently caught the black snowflake, and then the rain that fell washed it away.

It's raining.

A light rain fell from the gloomy sky, purifying the ashes of the demon completely, and the morning was so cold that Officer Preece still stood aside with no idea what was going on, still holding the gun that Kestrel had given him, and the icy rain soaked through his clothes, making him shiver.

The end of the smoke of gunpowder appeared in his field of vision, and the morning wind carried the smell of burning.

"I have finished fighting the good fight, I have finished the way I should go, and I have kept the faith. From now on the crown of righteousness is reserved for me. ”

A weak voice rang out over the communicator, and the noise of electricity seemed ancient and mysterious. It wasn't until the voice sounded that Kestrel finally softened its frozen face a little and said into the communicator.

"I thought you were dead. ”

"Luckily, Galahad's sword pierced through my chest, and I was dead at the slightest bit, but God still protected me. ”

The robin's voice sounded, but I didn't expect him to be dead.

"Looks like you need to take a break. ”

"Yes, it's just a bit of a pity, I thought I could finally go to heaven?" robin smiled, "I was ready to repent before I died, and the group saved me again." ”

"Of course, Mockingbird, we are all brothers, how can you escape from this hell first?"

Kestrel said that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, the sun was warm and hopeful.

It's good that no one died.

......

Lorenzo walked along the Thames with difficulty, his wounds slowly healing themselves, but even then his vision began to dim until the cold raindrops fell on him, refreshing him a little.

The icy air followed the rain curtain, driving away the smell of blood and burnt on the tip of the nose.

After walking for a long time, he finally saw the boat, and Eve was sitting against the wall, the girl's face was pale, and the rain had ruffled her hair.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then laughed tacitly.

It was an unforgettable night, and if it weren't for the demons involved, Eve would have wanted to write it all into a novel, and of course the story would have been about a peerless heroine with a weak chicken detective.

"You look like you're going to die. Eve slowly stood up.

"You're pretty much the same. ”

Lorenzo walked over, and Eve took the initiative to help him up, and the two of them just supported each other and staggered.

"You need a doctor, Lorenzo. ”

Looking at Lorenzo's white face due to blood loss, Eve was a little worried, although he was also injured, it was not a fatal injury, but Lorenzo was obviously different, and he would have died early if he had been injured.

"I can't go to the hospital. ”

Lorenzo objected directly, he had secret blood in his body, which was not something that normal people could touch, not even doctors.

"But you need to bandage your wounds!"

Eve said again, she probably understood why Lorenzo refused, but if he continued like this, he might actually die.

Lorenzo also knew his state, but he still couldn't, the secrets he harbored were more important than everyone imagined, he himself was a mobile prison, locking these things in his body.

But he couldn't die, and once the jailer died, the prison stuff would escape sooner or later. His eyes wandered across the street, as if Lady Luck was sheltering him, and Lorenzo smiled ugly at what he saw.

In Eve's confused expression, Lorenzo lifted a little force and lifted Winchester, the gun was an ornament at the moment, but it felt good to bluff.

So Lorenzo stopped in front of a door with a bright sign that read "147 rue Hammering."

A loud knock on the door woke the owner of the house after a while, and Director Buskalo went downstairs in a very angry manner, having had nightmares for days since he had been threatened with a shotgun by that strange man a few days ago, and it was rare that he had fallen asleep peacefully only to be woken up in the early morning.

Angrily pushing the door open, Director Buskalo was ready to vent his anger, but when he opened the door, he saw a familiar face and a familiar shotgun.

"Good morning, Director Buscarlo!"

Lorenzo expertly put the shotgun to his head, his sickly face showing a kind of enthusiasm for seeing a loved one.

......

"So is this a burglary?"

"No, it's just a stay at a friend's house. ”

"Do you think putting a gun to someone's head and rushing in is a 'sleepover'?"

"This only shows the closeness of the friendship between me and Director Busculo. ”

It took less than a minute for Buscarlo to recognize the situation, so Lorenzo was sitting on the comfortable sofa at the moment, ** his upper body, stitching up his wounds.

Director Buscalo's home has a lot of medical utensils, although not as complete as the hospital, but it is enough. I saw him standing trembling to the side, watching Lorenzo use tweezers to remove pieces of iron from the wound.

His worldview seemed to be shattered, this man had taken out at least two catties of metal from his body, and it stands to reason that he should not be able to die anymore, but now he is still full of energy, and can even fight with Eve while operating on himself.

"This young lady, are you his friend?"

Looking at Eve on the side, the girl also sat on the other side and bandaged her wounds, compared to Lorenzo, this was only a skin wound, and the heaviest part was only the arm, a simple stitch would be fine.

Hearing Director Buscallo's words, Eve looked at the hapless man, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Probably. ”

Eve thought for a moment and replied.

"Miss, you're careless in making friends, you can't do this!"

Buscalo remembers that Eve had been annoying herself when she was performing the autopsy on Wall's body, but how did the detective get involved with Lorenzo, a madman...... Could it be that he is an undercover agent in Sualan Hall?

Thinking of this, Buscallo's emotions collapsed even more, the more he knew, the faster he died, his brain couldn't stop thinking, and the corpses they handled flashed wildly in his mind, obviously Lorenzo didn't do anything, and he had died countless times in Buscallo's mind.

Just as he was still thinking about how to leave a will, Lorenzo suddenly spoke.

"Director Buscarlo, could you please come over and help me sew this place?"

Lorenzo showed his back, where he couldn't reach, so he had to let the doctor come.

Can Busculo go? He was scared to death now, and Lorenzo seemed to him a haunted ghost.

But at this moment, Eve on the side directly picked up the shotgun, looking at the indifferent and somewhat cunning eyes, this girl is no longer careless in making friends, she is simply embarrassed!

Where is the detective who was enthusiastic about investigating the case before and didn't let go of a clue, obviously I haven't seen why it has changed so much for a few days!

Regardless of Director Busculo's rapidly changing mental activity, Lorenzo directly showed his back to him, it was a deep wound, as Lorenzo's secret blood calmed down, the recovery beyond ordinary people was also declining, and he needed someone to help him stitch it up.

"Don't look at it. ”

Buscarlo reluctantly took the needle and thread, he didn't know what Lorenzo meant by 'can't see', obviously men were shy, but then he understood.

It was the strange tattoo, which seemed to squirm in his eyes as if it were alive, and Buscarlo was intrigued, and he tried to see what it looked like, but the result was a stinging pain in his eyes, and the Saker seemed to come to life, pecking him out in an instant.

"They all said don't look at it. ”

Lorenzo said lightly, laboriously picking up the blanket to cover his back a lot.

"How...... What's going on?"

Cold sweat suddenly covered Buscallo, and he gasped violently, as if he had just finished a marathon, and he felt a kind of exhaustion that he had never felt before, mentally and physically.

"Cognitive stress...... Just like when you read a dense book, the amount of information brought by so many words will instantly impact your brain, just like a hole in a dam, a strong barrier will also collapse under the huge tide, and your brain will protect itself under this impact, and fall into a state of fainting and so on, to forget that huge amount of information. ”

Lorenzo said indifferently, but Eve knew very well that he was saying to herself that after tonight Eve had been connected to the dark side of the world, this kind of thing was so weird, like a swamp, that when you crossed paths with it, you would only sink deeper and deeper.

Buscarlo's eyes were heavy, and he took up the needle and thread and began to stitch up the wound, and although he did not try to look at the tattoo, it was like a strange allure that tempted him, like a poisonous snake tempting people to pluck the forbidden fruit.

"What the hell is going on with you......

Finally done, Buscalo wiped the sweat from his forehead, in his opinion, Lorenzo is no longer a criminal, although he is an ordinary person, but he is also a doctor, he has just sutured the wound He has already discovered the strangeness of Lorenzo's body, which is not something ordinary people can have.

"Doctor, it's better not to know that much. ”

Lorenzo said as he picked up a piece of paper, a list he had written down when he came in, because the handwriting was a little distorted because of the injury.

"You should be on time, as the director you should be able to get these, I hope you can send them over in a moment. ”

It was a list of medicines, and Buscarlo asked, looking at the list.

"Aren't you afraid that I will call the police when I go out?"

Lorenzo shook his head, he said.

"You can feel that ...... It's unspeakably weird, right, it's not the police who deal with me, it's a different group of people, and as far as I know, the way to deal with 'weirdness' is to deal with everyone involved with it, we're already on the same front. ”

Simple threat, but useful, Buscarlo gave Lorenzo a hard look, then slammed the door, leaving him and Eve in the room.

"I remember he had a daughter here, but it looked like his wife had taken her away, and life was really hard. ”

Looking at the family photo on the cabinet, Lorenzo said casually, while Eve sat across from him.

"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, I think we can talk about it now, right? ”

"What are you talking about?"

The girl's expression was a little complicated, and she looked at Lorenzo and thought for a long time before saying.

"As for why you saved me, and ...... These ......"

Eve stretched out her hand, she tore off the bandages, and saw that the wounds were mostly healed, and the girl's eyes were filled with horror and confusion.