Looking at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, Lorenzo might have been pointed at by Shrike too many times, but Lorenzo was getting used to it.
"That train can only stay for fifteen minutes. It has to leave after unloading. I have to go with it, otherwise the guards will catch me sooner or later."
Lorenzo had made all the preparations before coming here, and they were perfect.
It stands to reason that it would be extremely risky for Lorenzo to come here in person, but for his own purpose, he must confirm Eve's identity with his own eyes, and now it seems that everything is worth it.
"Wouldn't it be better? As long as I escort you to Su Yalan Hall, the police chief will believe everything I say."
Lorenzo was the source of the commotion that day, and the detective was as ruthless as a veteran.
"Wouldn't that be boring?"
Lorenzo didn't care about this, he was a very cautious person, and when he got here, he was fully prepared.
"I'm a detective, Miss Eve. Isn't it more to your liking to solve a highly involved case than to investigate a suspect who doesn't know the truth?"
Staring closely into the detective's eyes, Eve was thinking. She thought a lot. From the moment she met Lorenzo, this detective had a calm sense of being in control of everything, which was scary but trustworthy.
"I'll give you five minutes, detective."
Eve said and put away the gun, looked to the other side, and started pacing on the spot. Seeing how she cooperated with Lorenzo Yile, she put down the ladder and pretended to build branches.
From a distance, the princess of the Phoenix family was admiring the scenery on the Golden Road. The only thing that caught her eye was the extra landscaper at work beside her.
"Eve Phoenix, you are born into a distinguished family. As long as your father agrees, you will become the next distinguished Phoenix Duchess. Let alone Su Yalan Hall, even the Royal Guards are not worthy of you, but you secretly
Become a police detective."
Pruning the branches, Lorenzo began to talk based on the image of Eve in his mind.
"Are you doing it for your father? Or is it the honor of the Phoenix family... Also, your family's deeds run through the entire Glorious War. The Hall of Honor in the Platinum Palace is filled with portraits of your ancestors. You are listening to their legends.
When you grow up, you also aspire to be them, right?"
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Eve looked a little displeased, and she also discovered the annoying thing about Lorenzo. His eyes were so sharp, so sharp that he could easily see through a person, and everything was transparent under his gaze.
Everyone is made up of fragments with labels. When they are spliced together, a person's life can be formed from the deflected peripheral vision.
Lorenzo continued.
"I think we can work together, Miss Eve."
"The Glorious War is over. After we drove the Gaulonalot people back to the White Tide Strait forever, there is no battlefield where you can achieve the same feats as your ancestors. Your only way out is Su Alan Hall, but now Su Alan
The office also gave you a long vacation."
The gray-blue eyes reflected the gold of fallen leaves.
"Your career is about to end before it even begins, and I can bring you a turning point, as long as we cooperate."
Eve looked directly at him with cold eyes, her white finger always pressed on the trigger.
"How can I trust you?"
"How about this?"
As she spoke, Eve's face lit up bright red.
The lost necklace was in Lorenzo's hand, shining brightly through the sunlight. It was only then that we could see the perfection of the carving of this gemstone. The hard surface was shaved into dozens of edges and mirrors, as if it was as magnificent as a kaleidoscope.
Only in the sunlight will it show its brilliance, but under the haze of the old Dunling, this day will never come.
"The train is leaving. If you think this gift is worthy of your trust in me, then I think we can start cooperating."
Slowly walking down the ladder, Lorenzo handed the ruby to Eve along with a letter, hiding his merit and fame, and left without looking back.
Staring blankly at the ruby in her hand, Eve didn't realize anything for a while. After the ecstasy of regaining the lost stone, she tried to find Lorenzo, but when she looked back, she could only see the train gradually receding in the thick steam.
.
It's not like he left nothing behind, including the letter.
After looking around for a while, Eve carefully put on the precious necklace after making sure that no one was there, and then inserted the letter into the ribbon on her thigh. The light flickered, and there was a sharp knife inserted into the ribbon.
Dagger.
Who knows what this girl is thinking.
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Old Dunling, Xiacheng District.
Under the stone castle is a space larger than anyone imagined. Before it was occupied by the Shrike, it was originally a war castle managed by a certain earl. The huge underground space stored supplies and weapons.
At that time, it was the most difficult period of the Glorious War. The Gallic Naro fleet conquered the port of Rendona. They were only one step away from Old Dunling, the capital of Inverg, but between the two,
This castle, whose name has been forgotten, became the last hurdle, firmly stuck in the attack route of the Gallicans.
Artillery fire covered this place for three days. The entire surface was ripped apart by gunpowder and shrapnel, the air was filled with sulfur, and charred corpses were everywhere.
The castle still holds on, even if it is riddled with holes, even if the water in the moat is evaporated by gunfire.
The Gallicans thought they had conquered this place and then pushed forward. At this time, countless soldiers mixed with steam machines rushed out of the castle. This was a surprise attack. Although they were at a disadvantage, they were miraculously repulsed.
the enemy.
A few days after the counterattack, the Mechanical Institute improved the steam engine, and the second industrial revolution emerged in the flames of war. It was a behemoth far beyond ordinary people's imagination. It was also during this revolution that Inverg started the counterattack in the Glorious War.
.
The glorious war that lasted for hundreds of years ended with Yin Erweg's victory. Everyone celebrated, but only the ruined castle was forgotten. In the following days, it went through several changes and finally fell into the hands of Shrike.
, it used to be extremely glorious... although it is not bad now.
Promised Land.
People in the lower city generally call this place this way. This paradise is worthy of its name, and even nobles from the inner city will come there late at night to enjoy themselves.
This is the place where dreams come true, just like the door to the last hope in life. Everyone is trying to pry open this door with their last wealth and bathe in the holy light.
There were still many people chasing dreams tonight. They exchanged all their last wealth for chips and pushed them onto the gambling table. The successive small wins had already made their blood boil, and the stimulants in the air made him not hesitate at all.
This kind of scene is played out at every gambling table. The wealth increases exponentially. In the end, money is just a line of numbers.
No gambler wants to stop. People like them value gambling luck. As long as you win, you will keep winning. Even the slightest intention of retreating will make your gambling luck leave. You cannot retreat. You will lose the moment you retreat.
.
So they yelled and piled more chips on.
"Wealth and power are always the most crazy things. In fact, they have already won back their money, but they always want to win more."
Above the casino is a hidden room, with dim glass blocking all those who try to peek inside.
"How does it feel? It's exciting, isn't it? The wealth flowing tonight alone is enough to build three Zeppelins, not to mention the wealth accumulated every night."
Shrike's tone was full of pride. They were sitting in the vault of Old Dunling at the moment, at the top of their wealth.
"Your business looks better than Royal Bank."
The guest sat on the sofa on one side and looked at the casino below. He didn't seem to be very interested.
"Of course, there are no taxes, no registration, and everyone who comes here is just a guest, just have fun, so everyone likes me, so I can survive to this day."
Shrike is the little secretary of those big shots. He is responsible for keeping and circulating their money. Only he can do this job, so he can only be the boss in the lower city.
"Want to know more about it? Look carefully. Those people at those very calm gambling tables don't have the arrogance of gamblers at all. They are like wooden men, mechanically shuffling and drawing cards. Such people are all accountants of those big shots.
, they are transferring wealth. For them, this is not a gamble, but a simple accounting calculation."
"It was transferred in the form of gambling funds. Groups of armed carriages were waiting outside the castle. Currency with lions printed on it was moved in in boxes and boxes, and was sent away from Old Dunling overnight, and transferred from one vault to another."
"If you lead troops and capture them now, tomorrow you will be the hero of Old Dunling, the national treasury will be filled with a lot of money, and a prestigious family will become a piece of shit..."
"Of course, if you choose to kidnap, I can finish it for you. The wealth you gain will be enough to support several generations."
The Shrike provoked and encouraged the guest in front of him. It is not that no one tried to take the wealth from the Shrike. They might be able to escape from the castle, but usually people would see their bodies floating from the Thames the next day.
Pass.
"No matter what choice I make, Arthur will kill me."
The guest interrupted the shrike, but he was not moved at all.
"It's not the time to close the net yet, don't be too hasty, Shrike, I know you don't like it here, and I'm not here today just because of you."
He is a pure knight and will never be troubled by this.
Seeing this, the shrike stopped and started talking.
"I know, the documents are here. Although the forensic doctors don't understand what happened, they just said that Wall's body structure is different and it is a deformity, but you and I both understand what is going on."
Shrike took out the autopsy report Lorenzo gave him. Although Wall's body had been burned in the fire, what was in the report was enough.
"My most reliable detective is already on the trail. He's awesome."
Seemingly seeing the worry in the guest's eyes, Shrike cheered.
"The Shrike's Iron Thorn, the protagonist of the Red River Massacre, I remember him. If you hadn't begged Arthur for mercy, he would have been buried long ago."