Ember Gun

   Chapter 39

  The darkest and most difficult time has passed, and the pale golden dawn appears at the end of the old dull sky.

  The soldiers were guarding outside the underground palace. Tonight’s war was finally over. All the corpses were burned on the spot, and the ashes continued to rise, like black snowflakes falling.

   Enjoying the long-lost light, in the outermost guards, the Kestrel stretched out his hand, gently caught the black snowflake, and then the falling rain washed it away.

It's raining.

A patter of rain fell from the gloomy sky, completely purifying the ashes of the demon. It was so cold in the morning, and Officer Pres was still standing aside without knowing anything, and he held the Kestrel in his hand. His gun, cold rain soaked his clothes, and he couldn't help shivering.

  Bright down, the end of the gunpowder-smoke appeared in his vision, and the morning wind brought the burnt smell.

  "I have finished the good battle, I have done the way I should go, and I have kept the faith. From then on, the crown of righteousness will remain for me."

  Weak voice sounded in the communicator, and the current-carrying noise seemed ancient and mysterious. When this voice sounded, Kestrel's stiff face finally eased a little, and said to the communicator.

   "I thought you were dead."

  "Fortunately, Galahad penetrated my chest with a sword, and I died a little bit, but fortunately, God still protected me."

  Robin's voice sounded, but he did not expect that he was not dead.

   "It looks like you need to rest for a while."

"Yes, it's just a little regretful. I thought I could finally go to heaven?" Robin smiled, "I have done my confession before I die, but this group of people rescued me again. "

   "Of course, Robin, everyone is brothers, how can you escape this **** first?"

  Kestrel finally breathed a sigh of relief as he said, the sun is warm and full of hope.

  It’s nice that no one is dead.

  ...

  Lorenzo walked hard by the Thames, his wounds were slowly healing on his own, but even so, his vision began to dim, until the cold raindrops fell on him, which made him feel refreshed.

  The cold air came with the rain curtain, driving away the **** and burnt smell from the tip of the nose.

  After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the boat. Eve was sitting on the side leaning against the wall. The girl's face was pale, and the rain messed up her hair, making her embarrassed.

  The two looked at each other, then laughed tacitly.

  This is really an unforgettable night. If it weren't for the involvement of demons, Eve really wanted to write all of this into a novel. Of course, the content of the story would be a story of a peerless female hero with a weak chicken detective.

   "You look dying." Eve slowly stood up.

   "You are the same."

  Lorenzo walked over, and Eve took the initiative to support him, and the two of them supported each other like this, staggering.

   "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. He was replaced by someone else's early death.

   "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 a doctor.

   "But you need to bandage the wound!"

  Eve said again, she probably understood why Lorenzo refused, but he might really die if this continues.

  Lorenzo also knows his state, but still can’t. The secrets he holds are more important than everyone imagined. He himself is a mobile prison, locked these things tightly in his body.

  But he can't die. Once the jailer dies, the things in the prison will escape sooner or later. His eyes dangled on the street, as if Goddess of Luck was sheltering him, Lorenzo pulled out an ugly smile when he saw something.

  With Eve’s confused face, Lorenzo lifted up a bit of strength and then raised Winchester. This gun is a display at the moment, but it feels good to be used to bluff.

   So Lorenzo stopped in front of a door, and the bright door plate read "147 Hammering Street".

The loud knock on the door awakened the owner of the house after a short while. Director Buscarlo went downstairs very angrily. He even did it after being threatened with a shotgun by the strange man a few days ago. Had a nightmare for several days, it is rare that this time I fell asleep peacefully but was woken up early in the morning.

   Angrily pushed the door open. Director Buscalo was about to vent his anger, but after opening the door, there was a familiar face and a familiar shotgun.

   "Good morning, Director Buscarlo!"

  Lorenzo skillfully put the shotgun on his head, and his sick face showed a passion for seeing relatives.

  ...

   "So is this a robbery?"

   "No, this is just staying at a friend's house."

  "Do you think putting a gun on someone's head and rushing in is a'borrowing night'?"

  "This can only show the intimacy of friendship between me and Director Buscarlo."

  It took less than a minute for Buscalo to recognize the status quo, so Lorenzo was sitting on a comfortable sofa at the moment, clinging to his upper body, stitching up the wound for himself.

  Director Buscalo’s home has a lot of medical equipment. Although it is not as complete as the hospital, it is enough. He stood tremblingly on the side, watching Lorenzo use tweezers to take out piece after piece of iron from the wound.

His own worldview seems to be shattered. This man took out at least two catties of metal from his body. It stands to reason that he should not die anymore, but now he is full of vitality and can even perform surgery on himself. Quarrel with Eve.

  "This lady, are you his friend?"

  Looking at Eve on the side, the girl was also sitting on the other side and bandaging her wound. Compared to Lorenzo, she was just a skin trauma. The most serious place was only the arm. Just a simple stitch.

  Hearing what Director Buscarlo said, Eve looked at the hapless man, not sure what he was going to do.

   "Probably so."

  Eve thought for a while and wanted to answer.

   "Miss, you are making friends accidentally, you can't do this!"

  Buskalo remembers Eve, she was always bothering herself when Wall’s autopsy was performed, but how did the detective at the time mix up with the lunatic Lorenzo... Could it be said that it was the undercover agent in Sualan Hall?

Thinking of this, Buscarlo’s emotions collapsed even more. The more he knows, the faster he will die. The brain can’t stop thinking. The corpses that he handled flashed back in his mind. It was obvious that Lorenzo did nothing. In Buscarlo's mind he had died countless times.

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

   "Director Buscarlo, can you please come over and sew this place for me?"

  Lorenzo showed his back, where he could not reach, so he could only let the doctor come.

  Can Buscarlo go? He was so scared to die now, in his opinion Lorenzo was simply a ghost that lingered.

  But at this moment, Eve directly picked up the shotgun and looked at the indifferent and somewhat sly eyes. This girl is no longer accidental in making friends, she is simply embarrassed!

  Where is the detective who was enthusiastic about investigating the case and did not let go of a clue? I have not seen why such a big change in a few days!

Regardless of Director Buscalo’s rapidly changing mental activities, Lorenzo directly exposed his back to show him. It was a deep wound. With the recovery of Lorenzo’s secret blood, his resilience beyond ordinary people’s During the descent, he needs someone to help him stitch up.

   "Don't look at it."

  Buscarlo barely took over the needle and thread. He didn't know what Lorenzo said ‘can’t see’. It was all men’s shyness, but he immediately understood.

It was that weird tattoo that seemed to have life squirming in his eyes. Buscalo was aroused. He tried to see what it looked like, but the result was a tingling in his eyes, which seemed to come alive. The hunter falcon pecked his eyes blind for an instant.

   "I said not to watch it."

   Lorenzo said faintly, taking up the blanket laboriously to cover his back a lot.

   "What...what's going on?"

  The cold sweat suddenly covered Buscalo, and he was panting violently, as if he had just finished a marathon, and his spirit and even his body felt a kind of exhaustion that he had never experienced before.

"Cognitive pressure... Just like you read a dense book, the amount of information brought by so many words will instantly impact your brain, just like the loopholes in the dam, the solid barriers will also be huge. It breaks under the sea tide, and your brain will protect itself under the impact, protectively falling into a state of fainting, to forget the huge information."

Lorenzo said indifferently, but Eve knew very well that he was telling himself that after tonight Eve had already had a connection with the dark side of the world. This kind of thing is so weird, like a swamp. After the intersection, it will only sink deeper and deeper.

  Buskalo's eyes were heavy, he took up the needle and thread and began to stitch the wound. Although he didn't try to see the tattoo, it was like a strange temptation to lure him, like a poisonous snake tempting people to pick off the forbidden fruit.

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

Finally finished, Buscalo wiped the sweat from his forehead. In his opinion, Lorenzo is no longer a criminal. Although he is an ordinary person, he is also a doctor. I discovered the weirdness of Lorenzo's body, which is not something ordinary people can have.

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

  Lorenzo spoke and picked up a piece of paper. This was the list he wrote down after he came in, because the injured handwriting was a little distorted.

  "You should go to work by time. As the director, you should be able to get these. I hope you can send them over in a while."

  That is a list of medicines, Buscarlo asked when looking at the list.

  "Aren’t you afraid of calling the police when I go out?"

  Lorenzo shook his head, he said.

"You can feel the...unspeakable weirdness, right, it will not be the police who dealt with me, but another group of people. As far as I know, the way to deal with the'weird' is to deal with everyone related to it, we They are already on the same front."

  Simple threat, but very useful. Buscalo gave Lorenzo a stern look, then slammed the door and left. In the end, he and Eve were the only ones left in the house.

   "I remember he had a daughter here, but it looks like his wife took her away. Life is really difficult."

  Looking at the family photo on the cabinet, Lorenzo said casually, and beside him, Eve sat opposite him.

   "Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, I think we can have a good talk now, right."

  "What are you talking about?"

  The girl’s expression was a bit complicated, she watched Lorenzo thinking for a long time and then said.

   "Why did you save me, and... these..."

  Eve stretched out her hand, she tore off the bandage, and saw that most of the wounds had healed, and the girl’s eyes were full of panic and confusion.

  (End of this chapter)