Crisp sounds continued on the table, and the books that were supposed to be placed on it had been pushed aside, and now the place was in a mess.
Lorenzo sat on a chair and kept processing the bullets in his hands, leaving iron filings everywhere.
In the suitcase he carried was a piece of holy silver that he took away when he ran away from the cult. It was originally packed in an equipment box.
As witchers, they will always encounter some emergencies, and coupled with their own strong individual combat capabilities, basically every witcher is assigned something similar to an equipment box, ranging from medical treatment to weapon manufacturing.
Everything is available, even the precious holy silver is allocated
Lorenzo's holy silver has been removed from it after such a long battle. Although the holy silver block is not big, judging from Lorenzo's consumption, it can still be used for a long time.
But Lorenzo doesn't intend to use it so lavishly. The production technology of holy silver is also monopolized by the Evangelical Church. For him, this metal, which is fatal to demons, needs a little less, and most holy silver weapons are plated, even
You can't even recycle metal.
Loading the bullet into the weapon, Lorenzo jerked the retaining ring and completed loading with a crisp sound.
Winchester used deer bullets, which were filled with large spherical lead bullets. After processing, he mixed bullets coated with holy silver into them. This weapon is very deadly to monsters at close range, and some low-level monsters.
It will be directly beaten into pieces of broken flesh by this shot.
But Lorenzo felt that it was still not enough. If he was facing the demon that caused the massacre, this firepower seemed not enough to kill it directly.
Flicking the body of the gun, while Lorenzo was thinking, his fingers touched some uneven textures, and when he turned over the body of the gun, he found a line of poetry.
For a moment, it seemed that he had returned to a long time ago, when a person similar to himself touched Winchester so lightly, then picked up a carving knife and carved words on the wooden gun body.
Lorenzo remembered this poem. The man who remained in the "Gap" liked this little poem very much, so he engraved it on his beloved gun. Then he died, and the gun was Lorenzo's turn.
In hand.
Lorenzo had searched many library books, but could not find the source of this little poem. He said that he thought of it himself, but in Lorenzo's opinion, this thing was probably [Baptism of God's Favor].
As a gift, Lorenzo received many ghostly dreams during that baptism, so he knew some poems that did not exist in the world and could easily understand them.
Shaking his head, Lorenzo gave up thinking about this. The sky had already dawned, although it was a bit depressing with the gloomy cloud cover.
Lorenzo picked up his cane and hung Winchester under his windbreaker. Looking at the time, Joey was almost here to pick him up. He opened the door and walked down the stairs, but the same footsteps sounded below, Lorenzo
He raised his head and saw Hig walking up the steps.
Sigg had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, his face was a little pale, and his hair was messy. He didn't know where he went to spend the night.
The relationship between Lorenzo and Sigurd cannot be said to be very good, because he does not want to drag others into contact with demons. To a certain extent, Lorenzo has a very cold attitude towards everyone, even the roommate who lives next door to him.
.And in Sigg’s opinion, his roommate is not a good person.
This somewhat neurotic detective has lived here for six years. During these six years, Lorenzo will inevitably encounter some uncontrollable things, and sometimes he will come back with injuries. Mrs. Verde, who has a dark history, glanced at
You can see the true nature of Lorenzo, and she is not afraid of her own lawless character, but this is a pain for Sigg.
You are a diligent mechanic, and your brother who lives next door seems to be some kind of underworld killer, the Urban Soldier King. Under his bed is a Winchester who can beat people to pulp through an iron plate.
And there is only a set of wrenches under your bed, and you may not be able to swing them, but anyone else would have to panic.
However, in the past six years, this violent man with the title of detective did not bring his "job" home, which made Sigg feel relieved a lot, and he could barely live here until now.
He didn't have many interactions with Lorenzo. When he saw Lorenzo, Sigg was stunned, and then said something dryly.
"Good morning."
Lorenzo nodded coldly. This was how he usually communicated with Sigur. Although Lorenzo could think a lot in private, this roommate was already miserable enough as a mechanic who worked for a fortune-teller. He didn't want to do it again.
The unlucky monster was linked to him.
So in essence, Lorenzo still likes this roommate and makes friends. Unfortunately, because of his connection with darkness, he must ensure that the fewer people know him well, the better. He has too many interactions with people like him, but there is no such thing.
What a happy ending.
The two of them took steps at the same time. Lorenzo turned slightly sideways and passed Sigurd, but at the moment when they crossed paths, he seemed to smell something familiar.
After walking downstairs, Lorenzo raised his head and looked at the place where Sigg disappeared. A strange sense of familiarity swept through his perception, but he couldn't seem to remember it. There seemed to be the smell of blood in the air, and Lorenzo couldn't help but wonder.
What's going on here?
Everything at this moment was reflected in the mirror on the side. Watson was sitting on the sofa on the first floor and looking at Lorenzo with a smile. She seemed to know something, but she didn't say anything. She just showed a weird smile, but Lorenzo ignored it.
Since Operation Ende Town, she has appeared more and more frequently, like a ghost wandering around Lorenzo. Sometimes Lorenzo can see her presence in the corner of his sight with a casual glance.
.
Fortunately, she didn't appear when Lorenzo was taking a shower or going to the toilet. It seemed like this damn devil still had some conscience. But thinking about it, appearing at that time also ruined the temperament of the "mysterious ultimate monster".
.
The dark carriage had stopped at the door, the door was open, Joey sat inside, waiting for Lorenzo, closed the door, and then the carriage started running wildly.
"Then it's me who decides how to investigate the case, right?"
Lorenzo asked, leaning back on the soft chair.
Joey nodded and continued.
"We don't care about methods, we only pursue results. This demon has been out of the control of the purification mechanism for too long. From the time we established it, no demon has survived for so long."
Joey relayed the order from Arthur.
"These are the things you need to get. This is the communicator inside the purification agency. If there is any information, we will notify you as soon as possible. You'd better keep it with you at all times."
As Joey handed over the communicator, Lorenzo looked at this interesting thing with some curiosity. In this era, telephones and telegraphs had already appeared, but such hidden radio communications still surprised Lorenzo.
.
These things are not taught in university classes, and they are probably things developed by perpetual motion pumps.
Lorenzo tried to ask Joey, but Joey shook his head and said he didn't understand, which made Lorenzo even more confused.
Sometimes Lorenzo feels that there is a huge sense of violation in this world, like a steam engine.
This thing relies on boiling water to make the boiler become high-pressure, and then the steam expands to push the piston to do work, and finally it is added to the generator set to drive the generator to generate electricity.
At this moment, deep underground under Lorenzo's feet was the world's largest steam unit, the Furnace Pillar System. The power brought by that thing made the entire Old Dunling run.
But Lorenzo sometimes feels that... it shouldn't be like this.
Thinking of those things within the Demon Hunting Order, whether it was the [Baptism of God's Favor] or the mysterious Temple of Stasis, Lorenzo felt that those things were enough to change the world, but the Evangelical Church seemed not to know their ability.
The same thing, just seal it tightly and only use it for the Demon Hunting Order.
He doesn't understand technology or anything, but sometimes he always notices abnormalities in the world, not just monsters, but also human power itself.
Lorenzo couldn't tell the specific details of that weirdness, but sometimes he would be keenly aware of its existence and feel resentful about it.
Sometimes he would think about what people often call the changing of times. The old era is gone and a new era is coming. The barbarian past has been outlawed by steam engines. Then...will the steam engines one day be replaced by something?
This is not the crazy fantasy of a mental patient. Lorenzo once saw it in the [Baptism of the Gods], a world that was far more magnificent than it is now. Lorenzo didn't know if it was true or if it was feasible.
, but it succeeded in making Lorenzo doubtful. Is the so-called modern technology really the end of technology?
The sudden stop of the carriage interrupted Lorenzo's thinking. He is really a person who likes to think very much. Lorenzo felt that this was the best way to pass the time, but this time Lorenzo actually felt a little tired.
He had never thought about this before, not even when he first came into contact with the purification agency and was shocked by their damn black technology.
Joey didn't let Lorenzo think anymore, he said.
"If we talk about investigating the case, let's start here."
"What's wrong?"
Lorenzo asked.
Over the past few days, Lorenzo discovered a very interesting phenomenon. As soon as he got on the carriage of the purification agency, it would start running without Lorenzo telling him where it was, as if it knew where Lorenzo wanted to go.
"The guess has been confirmed. The monster is not dead. It committed another crime last night."
"Are you in such a hurry?"
Lorenzo got out of the carriage. He was not surprised that the demon was not dead. He just didn't expect the demon to be so impatient. He thought the demon would hide for a few days before taking action, but it seemed that it didn't want to rest at all.
Completely forgetting what he had just thought, the cold air filled his nose with a strong scent of blood. Even without Joey's guidance, Lorenzo knew the location of the crime scene.
"Another revenge?"
"Of course, it still left its mark."
Joey said.
After thinking for a while, Lorenzo continued.
"Then we need to hurry or we may never catch it again."
"Why?"
Joey didn't understand. He didn't expect that Lorenzo, as a demon hunter, would give up so quickly.
"It's very simple. This is the fifth death. The time span is nearly a month. Based on the will of that mortal, I am afraid that he will be completely demonized soon, and by then nothing will be asked."
Lorenzo said the results of his analysis.
"Moreover, does he have so many enemies? This is his fifth. If he completes his revenge, he will probably never commit crimes again. This will be a great obstacle to our investigation."
"In other words, his revenge is not over yet, so from now on, there is another unlucky man who is about to be tortured and killed in this city, and his life or death depends entirely on whether we can catch the monster in time."
After Lorenzo finished speaking, he felt a strange sense of responsibility. Now the fate of a certain person was in his hands. Although Lorenzo did not know him, his life or death depended entirely on Lorenzo's actions.
"Then... let me see."
Lorenzo said and walked into the guard.
The brutality of the scene was almost unbearable. Just like the bloody room Lorenzo saw, the amount of blood was huge.
The scene was surrounded by people from the cleanup agency. Because the crime occurred in the Lower City, he thought that the gangsters would come out to die, but it was obvious that Shrike's deterrence worked at this moment. Under his order, the area was cleaned.
It's so good that even the other gang members have a tacit agreement to stay away from this place.
Come to think of it, the deceased's name was Hughes, and he was the leader of a gang in the lower city. Logically speaking, it would be difficult for such a person to die. No matter where he went, there would be a group of younger brothers following behind him, but even so, he still died.
And he died with his younger brothers.
The other gang leaders must also be very scared. After all, the monster can easily kill Hughes and them. Judging from the cooperation of the gang members during the interview, the leader behind them also very much hopes that Luo
Renzo and the others quickly caught the monster.
"Do you have any advice?"
Joey seemed to be able to accept the bloody scene and watched with cold eyes. The blood was spread all over the alley. Hughes's body was lying on the ground. The flesh and blood from the waist and abdomen had basically disappeared, and it continued to be cut into the current shape bit by bit by the razor.
Looks the same.
"Initially, it seems that he died from blood loss. The pain lasted for a long time. The demon really tortured him very carefully."
Joey said.
"Where do you think we should start?"
This should be the first time in the history of the Purification Agency that a demon-related case has been solved. After all, the demons they encountered before were all irrational.
"revenge……"
Lorenzo said suddenly, and then laughed.
"Actually, this case is very simple. Isn't this demon seeking revenge? Then we just need to find out why it is seeking revenge, right?"
I recall the previous dead people in my mind. They all had different statuses and identities, but they were all killed by demons in the name of revenge.
"Give me the specific information of the deceased. There must be some connection between them, because this connection led to the demon's revenge. If possible, we might be able to deduce the next victim based on this connection."
Lorenzo looked at the tragic corpse and said slowly.