In Lorenzo's life, which was neither short nor long, he had seen many strange things.
The things he has seen are absolutely unbelievable to humans.
Weird things that exaggerate fear, mysterious things that ordinary people cannot see directly, and battles that are far more tragic than what humans know.
But now, all of this is not as exciting as the one before me.
Lorenzo had thought about what the scene would be like when he opened the door. It might be Mrs. Van Roode preparing food, or it might be Sig sitting in the corner looking at the fire... In short, it was definitely not this scene.
The small living room was filled with old wooden boxes with the lion's emblem printed on them. Some of the wooden boxes had been pried open, and the inside had a metallic sheen and a slight smell of gunpowder.
The familiar Mrs. Van Roode was sitting on the sofa. She was holding a rifle that had been discontinued for many years. There were scattered bullets at her feet, as well as many other weapons.
"Wait a minute, isn't this the right way to open it?"
Lorenzo was startled, and he wanted to exit and reopen the door, but Mrs. Veroude's eyes immediately caught him, making Lorenzo dare not move rashly.
"Well...good evening."
Lorenzo said dryly.
This feeling is very strange. No matter how powerful you are in martial arts outside and how good you are in chopping up demons, when you come home and see your mother holding a rolling pin, you will still instinctively tremble...Wait a minute, is this my landlord?
I couldn't help but stretch my hands into my arms to see if I could find a place to rent.
"Lorenzo? I thought you died outside."
Mrs. Vallude glanced at Lorenzo, as if she didn't realize what a terrible thing she was doing. She then lowered her head and continued to clean the gun in her hand.
She knew the details of Lorenzo and also knew that Lorenzo was also a desperado. Therefore, Mrs. Verrude never asked what Lorenzo had done. On the contrary, as long as he could come back alive, someone must have died.
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The model of the weapon was very old. It was a weapon that was in service during the Glorious War, and now it should be displayed in a museum.
Lorenzo swallowed his saliva. It seemed that Mrs. Verde's mind was not on him, and at this moment he became bolder.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
Madame Valloude raised her head and gave Lorenzo a rolling look.
Lorenzo quickly crawled over, being careful not to step on the weapons on the ground.
"So... you really can't help it anymore and are ready to start an uprising on this auspicious day?"
He looked like he wasn't afraid of the big deal, and he leaned over the sofa and blew the landlady's ear.
Thinking of Mrs. Verrode's previous dissatisfaction with the municipal government, her fiery personality, and the weapons in this place, Lorenzo could already imagine that an old man was trapped by his pension, so he had to carry a knife and a gun.
Sticks went to rob the bank scene.
"To be honest, I've been unhappy with these bullies for a long time... Can I drive for you, and I'll give you 30 or 70 minutes afterwards?"
Lorenzo was beaming.
Mrs. Valloud stopped what she was doing and looked at him.
"what are you saying?"
"Robbing a bank?" Lorenzo pointed to the weapons here, "There are only a few divisions in the bank. You and I join forces to create a male and female robber!"
Mrs. Van Roode was even more confused.
"Did you have your brain damaged after being missing for the past few days?"
"Huh? Then what are you doing?"
It's not a bank robbery, so why did Mrs. Vanlude prepare so many weapons? Today is God's birthday, so you can't use them to set off fireworks.
"I finally contacted some sellers. I originally wanted to sell these things, but they were all damp. I was looking for something useful."
Mrs. Van Rude said very unhappily.
These were the weapons that she took with her after she retired, but they had been kept in the basement. The old Dunling was damp and was not stored properly. Nowadays, most of these items are no longer usable, which made Mrs. Van Rude extremely disappointed.
"Then what?" Lorenzo asked.
"That's it." she said.
I saw her prying open another wooden box, opening the greased paper, loading bullets into the gun, and shooting at the wall while Lorenzo watched.
"Spot on the target!"
The old lady shouted happily, then moved the box of bullets to another pile of boxes and wrote down the numbers in the book.
Lorenzo felt that his mind was a little hard to turn around. Looking at the bullseye that was about to be smashed, he wondered how many times this old lady had done this.
Or, what kind of landlords are there for what kind of residents?
"The trooper didn't come?"
"There's so much noise in the street that no one cares," said Madame Verde. "By the way, Lorenzo, you came back just in time."
Mrs. Vallood suddenly stood up, as if she was tired, stretched herself, and walked to the kitchen.
"What's wrong?"
Lorenzo was careful.
"Today is God's birthday... Shige!"
As Mrs. Verrode was talking, she suddenly shouted loudly. The sound was so loud that it shocked the man upstairs. Lorenzo clearly heard a heavy sound above him and saw that
When I got up, my roommate fell off the bed.
After a while, Sigg slowly walked downstairs. After so many days, Lorenzo almost forgot that he had such a roommate.
Sigg's appearance has changed a lot. Although he looks a little sick, there is a little color on his face. Lorenzo is a very keen person, not to mention that he has been hanging out in the lower city. He discovered Sigg very early.
He was taking hallucinogens, but now it seems that he has controlled himself.
Although they live under the same roof, the two of them don't have much communication because everyone knows that they are not the same person as the other person.
They looked at each other awkwardly, until Mrs. Van Rude shouted.
"Okay, come over for dinner. This is God's birthday after all, so there must be some sense of ceremony."
Mrs. Verde became rarely gentle, and then Lorenzo saw her sense of ritual. The table made of ammunition boxes was filled with food, and she also lit a few candles to enhance the atmosphere.
Although this enthusiasm came very suddenly and was a bit inexplicable, Lorenzo thought that he understood Mrs. Vallude relatively well. This old lady was just looking for any excuse.
An old lady who lives alone, has no relatives or friends, and has a terrible personality... She is a strong woman from beginning to end, just like when she captured her husband on the battlefield. Even releasing kindness is
So bad.
Sitting down, Lorenzo was made a little uncomfortable by the enthusiasm and started talking bad words.
"You actually believe in religion? I thought you were not interested in things from evangelical churches."
Lorenzo said in disbelief that this is a festival originating from the Evangelical Church.
"It doesn't matter if it's God's Birthday or Egg Day, it's just a reason to celebrate."
Mrs. Vallude showed her carefree character. It is true that many people are not believers in the evangelical church. They just use this festival to have fun.
Lorenzo suddenly laughed, and the previous feeling of loneliness was actually diluted a lot in this casual conversation.
"This is such a ceremonial feeling, sitting on the ammunition box to eat dinner... Are you thinking about your service life?"
Of course, the best way to repay this kindness is not to take it as kindness, and don't pity the old lady. This is a kind of disrespect to her.
"Service life? I'm an air cavalryman, first class! I won't eat dinner in the trenches with an ammunition box." Mrs. Verde replied to Lorenzo in a dishonest manner.
Sigg sat between the two of them, a little at a loss. He was a little unable to fit into this tasteless joke and seemed a little out of place.
In fact, this is quite strange. Sigg, who has lived here the longest, doesn't understand the old lady, and he eats mechanically.
He came to Old Dunling when he was very young, and Mrs. Verde took him in. Sometimes the two of them were like mother and son, but Lorenzo was the one who took him in.
"Xig, how are you doing? I think you're getting better."
Lorenzo said suddenly.
Sigurd was startled, Lorenzo's words caught him off guard, and Mrs. Vanlood's eyes became displeased. She didn't want Lorenzo to embarrass Sigurd, at least not today.
"I'm a detective, and hallucinogens are not a good thing, but it seems like you can control them, which is a good thing."
Lorenzo said calmly.
Sigg's eyes changed slightly, as if he didn't expect that his secret was not a secret at all in the eyes of the detective. He opened his mouth, thought about it several times, and finally responded with "Yeah."
"Oh, be happy, it's God's birthday after all!"
Lorenzo said happily.
"Lorenzo, you have to know that not everyone is as heartless as you," said Mrs. Verde.
"Don't I want to communicate more with Sigurd? After all, we have been roommates for so long!" I don't know if it was true or false, but Lorenzo seemed to want to make friends with Sigurd, which made Sigurd a little panicked.
Indeed, the two have lived together for a long time, but just like roommates on the surface, neither one knows the other, their schedules are completely staggered, and they hardly meet in daily life.
Maybe it was because of his resurrection from the dead, or maybe it made Lorenzo sentimental, and he became a little curious about this familiar but strange roommate.
Sigg was the most uncomfortable with Lorenzo's enthusiasm. He instinctively resisted Lorenzo. Sigg really didn't have any extra affection for this guy who slept next door to him and spent all day fighting and killing in the lower city.
"I won't touch that kind of thing again." Sigg said firmly.
Mrs. Van Rude's eyes softened a lot, but then became stern.
"So Lorenzo, please don't ruin the atmosphere, okay!" She said and waved the butt of her gun casually.
It was a strange feeling to live an ordinary festival, Mrs. Van Rude said with some emotion.
"Lorenzo, you've been coming to Jiudunling for seven years, haven't you ever thought of going home and visiting?"
"Go home? Where?"
Lorenzo forked a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, looking indifferent.
For Lorenzo, there is no home in this world, all he has is a place to sleep. Even if such a thing as a home does exist, it would have been destroyed in the Holy Night.
Mrs. Verde stared at Lorenzo closely, as if trying to find some flaw in his expression. Some people are like this. The more careless they are, the harder it is for you to discover his prototype.
But it was also expected. It was difficult for someone like Lorenzo to relate to those gentle words. She looked at Sigg again.
"What about you? You've been coming to Old Dunling much longer than Lorenzo."
Sigg's movements paused slightly, thinking that he had been coming to Old Dunling for many years, but he soon shook his head.
"No need, I almost forgot where I was anyway."
Just like many strangers running around in old Dunling, they have stayed in this steel city for so long that they have even forgotten where they came from.
For Sigg, compared to home, he was more impressed by the bakery. Sigg worked there for a long time and finally saved up enough tickets to go to Old Dunling, so the wild dog ran happily in
On the railway track, the past is far behind.
The atmosphere became strangely silent, and Lorenzo showed his ability to liven up the atmosphere at the right time.
"Xig, you are used to this too." He said suddenly.
Sigg was a little confused, and Lorenzo pointed at the bullets scattered on the ground.
His expression was a little subtle, and then he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"After all, this is Old Dunling, the center of the world. I'm not surprised at anything."
"He's very adaptable to new things." Lorenzo said, nodding.
Lorenzo is like a comedian, chatting and livening up the atmosphere. It's a pity that there are only three people here. No matter how lively they are, they don't have the same hobbies. It's just that the festival forcibly links everyone together. After tonight,
Sigg and Lorenzo still don't have much interaction.
It's a bit sad to think about it this way, it seems that the joy tonight is all a dream.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo shouted loudly and raised his glass.
"Cheers to our fake friendship!"
Both of them ignored Lorenzo, as if they were used to the detective's nervousness, Lorenzo could only drink and get drunk without any interest.
Sometimes life is like this, it's really hard to find someone who is in sync with you.
But suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves on the street. Logically speaking, there were not many people outside at this time. Everyone was gathering at home to celebrate the festival. Even the casinos in the lower city were closed today, and thugs licking blood from their knife blades would hide in the corners.
Celebrating that I have lived another year.
Lorenzo didn't know who it was and didn't care who it was. On the contrary, it didn't matter to Lorenzo. He just felt that his life was severely fragmented.
The dispute between sensibility and reason, until the sound of horse hooves stopped in front of the door.
Lorenzo looked serious, and as a detective, his mind was racing with thoughts.
Mrs. Verrode looked happy. She walked into the kitchen and brought a plate of cookies that had been baked. Lorenzo seemed to have guessed who the visitor was.
The man opened the door and raised the bell, making a crisp sound.
Looking at the somewhat unexpected figure, Lorenzo said.
"Yahweh?"
When he heard someone calling him, Yawei raised his head, and his apparently happy face suddenly became dead, as if he had eaten a dead fly.
This sharp contrast made Lorenzo very unhappy.
"Mr. Holmes? I thought you would be quarantined for a few more days."
It seemed that he also knew these things. Lorenzo replied, "No way, the detention center is on holiday today."
"Oh, then I can let you retire directly."
Yawei said and raised his gun.
Lorenzo was often pointed at a gun, but he got used to it and didn't care at all. But this time something was beyond his expectation, and Yawei pulled the trigger.
"You're serious!"
Lorenzo jumped up immediately, but what came out of the gun was not bullets, but colorful bars.
As if mocking Lorenzo's embarrassment, Yawei mocked unceremoniously and then got out of the way.
"Happy Birthday to God."
The girl stood at the door and said.
Lorenzo was stunned for a moment, and then the girl came over...as if she hadn't seen Lorenzo, and hugged Mrs. Vallude.
"Happy birthday to you too! Seleu."
Just like a big bear hugging a little bear, the little bear secretly smiles victoriously at everyone.