After a short period of darkness, a faint light came on. The intelligence agent sat in the middle, holding several big black rats in his hands. He had already anticipated Lorenzo's arrival, with a smile on his face that was difficult to distinguish.
"Hello, Mr. Holmes," he said directly.
Lorenzo sat down in front of him with some curiosity and some confusion, while Camu went directly outside to wait. There were only two of them in this weird room.
"Are you an intelligence agent?"
"That's right. Is there anything you want to ask?"
Hearing his affirmation, Lorenzo's inner curiosity became more intense, but then his eyes fell on the darkness behind the intelligence dealer. There was something crawling in the darkness. He looked carefully. With the eyesight of a demon hunter,
Lorenzo saw it.
It's a group of rats. Countless rats are crawling around in that dark corner. There are many holes on the wall for these rats to pass through. Some of them have chains on their tails, which seem to be some kind of transmission.
Information symbol.
"You all look like you know me?"
Lorenzo was not in a hurry to ask questions, but was curious about this. How did Camu and the intelligence agent in front of him recognize him in the first place?
"Of course, you are the famous Mr. Holmes."
The informant said.
"In Xiacheng District, information about Shrike is very valuable, not to mention that you are someone close to him. We all know who you are, even though we have never met you."
Lorenzo nodded, "You look like an intelligence agent now."
"Actually, we didn't want to entertain you. We don't want to have contact with guests related to Shrike," the intelligence agent continued.
"why?"
"Because Shrike is a bit... weird." The intelligence agent said without any secret.
"Oh? Tell me about it?" Lorenzo became more and more interested in this intelligence dealer.
It sounded as if he deliberately aroused Lorenzo's curiosity, but Lorenzo had to admit that he did it. He still had time to listen to the intelligence agent's explanation when he was free to track down the stowaways.
"Mr. Holmes, do you know how we evil rats exchange information?" The intelligence dealer revealed the trade secret easily.
"It's countless news, and informants are everywhere. During the meeting, everyone passes it on to each other, and it is passed on to tens and hundreds."
"But they are just homeless people, and they cannot access many more confidential places." Lorenzo said that this kind of power has limitations.
"Yes, but we can deduce the hidden story through some small things."
The intelligence agent's eyes were shining.
"Think about Mr. Holmes. In fact, many different events are vaguely related. The simplest example is what your mother will do at night."
Lorenzo sat upright and listened carefully to his story.
"Based on your family's financial situation, the discounts on food in the market, your family's tastes, etc., there will be certain possibilities for unknown things that can be specifically guessed."
"But this is still not accurate enough. It just exists in theory." Lorenzo said.
"So this is just a calculation, not a prediction. It is an inaccurate calculation, but it is worthy of reference." the intelligence provider replied.
"This is what we have been doing, collecting a large amount of detailed information, and when necessary, we will investigate from this huge information base, and then make certain calculations..."
"Weave a story that is close to the truth." Lorenzo said slowly.
The intelligence agent answered affirmatively, "Yes."
"We can deduce a reasonable story from various angles, at least within a certain range, but Shrike is different. His story is very special and unreasonable, or he is hiding something, which is enough to make people alert and fearful."
Lorenzo didn't speak for a while. He thought about this carefully and was silent for a few seconds before speaking again.
"What you said is theoretically feasible, but in practice it may be extremely difficult, or even impossible."
Not to mention anything else, the huge information storage and retrieval alone is a huge problem. Even the purge agency does not have that kind of execution capability, but... what if they can really do it?
Lorenzo thought of something and asked, "In other words, just like the rumors, there is really an archive built by you evil rats somewhere underground? It is full of people's gossip?"
The intelligence agent did not answer this question directly, but talked about something else.
"For the deeper secret, you can actually ask the Rat King. I'm just an information dealer."
Lorenzo's pupils shrank, this sentence had too many meanings.
"Does that mean the Rat King really exists?"
"Otherwise? Without his instructions, do you think I would tell you so much?" the intelligence agent said slowly, stroking a big mouse in his hand.
"Mr. Holmes, you are an interesting person, at least the one the Rat King thinks is interesting."
"Why?"
"You have to ask the Rat King."
"Where is he?"
"I have no idea."
After a brief and quick conversation, the intelligence agent seemed to notice Lorenzo's displeasure, and he continued, "If necessary, the Rat King will come to see you, instead of you going to see him."
"Let's ask your questions."
The small talk was over, and the intelligence agent put down the mouse.
Lorenzo looked at him, thought for a moment and then asked, "Smugglers, there were some stowaways from Feilengcui a few days ago. I want to know where they are."
The intelligence agent thought for a while, seemed to be counting something, and then he said.
"The time is up, you can go after them."
Lorenzo was stunned, "What do you mean?"
"Literally, your previous guest was a stowaway from Feilengcui. If nothing else happens, he should be the person you are looking for."
"Wait? Were you just stalling for time?" Lorenzo suddenly felt an unknown fire.
"He is also a wealthy customer. I can't just sell him back, right? After all, I am essentially a businessman."
The informant said very sincerely.
"No...isn't this a bit too coincidental?"
Lorenzo was on guard, as if he had fallen into a vortex ever since he found Camu.
"You are all customers that I can't let go of. It's hard for me to choose who to invest in," the intelligence dealer said, "so it's better to do this, Mr. Holmes."
"Let's prove which of you is more valuable."
Lorenzo stared at him, but suddenly the whole room shook violently, a roaring sound came from outside the door, a faint surge of heat could be felt, and a faint wailing sounded.
"It seems that your guest is not a good person."
Lorenzo heard the sound of gunfire bursting out, and the intelligence agent's face gradually hardened. He rushed out directly, only to see people falling from above. They knocked the corridor and shook it violently, with blood spilling everywhere.
, most of them fell directly into the pool below and disappeared into the hazy mist, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
"What's going on?" the intelligence agent yelled at Kamu outside the door.
But obviously Kamu didn't know what was going on. He was just a homeless man trying to survive. He didn't even know why this despicable place was being attacked.
Bullets rained down from above, steel collided with each other, and the rusty corridor was shattered and crumbling beneath it.
A mouse ran from the side with a red chain tied to its tail.
"Evacuate, evacuate!"
The intelligence agent roared loudly. In fact, without him shouting, the bad rats also started to move. The entire underground world was intricate and intricate. They had dug countless tunnels in order to survive.
But suddenly the corridor broke, and the dangerous house built on dangerous ground was destroyed. The entire ground half tilted, and the intelligence agent grabbed a nearby bulge to prevent himself from falling.
Although there is a reservoir below, falling from this height is no different than falling on the ground. In the final analysis, his brain is just better, and he is just an ordinary person physically.
"It looks like your investment failed."
Lorenzo said calmly. Like the intelligence agent, he grabbed the bulge on the side to prevent himself from falling, but he was not panicked at all. This situation was not considered dangerous for him.
The intelligence agent was so angry that he seemed to have done so much peaceful business that he even forgot about killing people and silencing them.
"Damn it, Feilengcui's shit is not reliable!"
An angry curse resounded, and Lorenzo, who was looking at the joke, was stunned. Although he knew he was not scolding himself, it still felt a little strange.
He raised his head and saw that the hail of bullets was coming from above. The water mist from the waterfall blurred his vision. Lorenzo could only see gunfire that flashed from time to time.
"We have to get out of here!"
Kamu shouted, grabbing the raised position and trying to move to the unbroken corridor. As long as they climbed up, they would have hope of escaping from this dangerous situation.
But a violent fire fell, igniting the surrounding area and trapping several people.
"Do you want to continue?"
At a high place, the corpses of bad rats were everywhere. The priest stared down, and the servant beside him asked.
"Go on, I know the operation of Old Dunling, and these people who died in Xiacheng District will not attract their attention."
"But..." The servant wanted to say something else, but was severely interrupted by the priest.
"Don't release that ridiculous mercy. The madman of the new pope is still chasing us. We must find the Book of Revelation before him. Only in this way can our disadvantage be restored. Do you understand?"
the priest said angrily.
Their last spy in the church was also removed. Fortunately, before they died, they conveyed Lawrence's location, which gave the priests a slight chance of victory.
"Continue, we can't leave any traces, even if they are seen by the rats."
He knew very well how terrifying the new pope was. The power that the cardinals had managed for many years was easily defeated. Even if they managed to escape, the new pope would still press on them step by step, not giving them any chance to breathe.
After hearing such an order, the followers had no choice but to carry it out. They occupied the high ground, and these bad rats were just targets in their eyes.
The sound of gunfire was thick and heavy, pouring like rain.
The bullets hit the largest tumor in the center. Because of the slope of the terrain, this dangerous ground protected everyone from being exposed to the gunman's sight. However, there were still flames falling down. Several people
It's only a matter of time before he's burned to death.
"It seems like your guest is specifically trying to kill you!"
Lorenzo said that the shooting was gradually concentrating, and they just wanted to kill the intelligence agent.
The intelligence agent remained silent, his brain working rapidly, but in this damn situation, no amount of calculation could offset his physical cowardice.
Suddenly Lorenzo caught him, and the detective spoke to him loudly.
"Tell the Rat King that I'm also very interested in him!"
The intelligence agent was stunned for a moment by Lorenzo's yelling. He had no idea what this lunatic was doing, but then with a sudden burst of speed, the intelligence agent found himself flying into the air.
His eyes flew quickly, and he suddenly felt a strange emotion. He could see Lorenzo who was constantly moving away from him, and the corridor that was approaching quickly... This madman threw himself out!
The intelligence agent crashed directly into the corridor, but he knew better than to think about where the detective got such strength. He quickly got up from the ground and ran quickly along the crumbling corridor.
Kamu followed closely, but as he fell, the corridor sounded like it was on the verge of collapse. After he ran a few steps, the corridor completely broke apart. Fortunately, he escaped at the last moment and killed the intelligence agent on the edge.
run down.
But Lorenzo had no way of escape, and he was still in danger in the center, where the fire was burning.
The intelligence agent looked there, and Lorenzo happened to be looking at him as well. The detective seemed to be saying something to him, but he was too far away to hear clearly. According to the mouth shape, the intelligence agent spoke slowly.
"Wait for me where you are?"
What do you mean? In the eyes of the intelligence agent, Lorenzo was undoubtedly dead in this situation, but he...he started running!
A picture beyond common sense appeared in the eyes of the intelligence agent. The detective had no escape plan from the beginning, but a counterattack plan.
The figure jumped up at an extreme speed, which was completely beyond the strength of ordinary people. As he jumped and fell, the already fragile corridor collapsed again.
Several corridors were almost completely broken, and the detective ran wildly on the collapsing corridors, his goal being the top.
The gunmen seemed to be aware of this weird guy, and they began to concentrate their firepower on the attack, but they couldn't keep up with Lorenzo's speed. The detective ran very fast.
In the vertical space, there are simple ladders built by the bad rats on the four walls. They cover the wall in a staggered pattern, and Lorenzo jumps directly onto it.
Now Lorenzo is extremely happy. He was worried about how to catch these stowaways, but instead they came to the door by themselves. The deeper part of his mood was vigilance. Ordinary stowaways would not have such firepower and the ability to fight with evil rats.
Transaction, there must be something wrong with their identity.
But there is no need to worry, as long as Lorenzo reaches the top, all these mysteries will have a solution.
The gunmen realized Lorenzo's danger and increased their firepower. Bullets continued to fall, breaking the rotten wooden ladder. Lorenzo jumped directly over the gap, but this time the gunmen were smarter, and all the ladders in front were blocked.
The blow was broken and Lorenzo lost his footing position.
A pale sword light suddenly appeared, and the sword stabbed fiercely into the wall. Lorenzo was hanging on it. He was very close to the height, and he could even see the terrified faces of the gunmen clearly.
Like the speeding death, Lorenzo swung up with his staff and sword. At this moment, the priest grabbed the gun. In mid-air, Lorenzo had no possibility of escaping. The gunshot rang out and Lorenzo was hit.
However, the bullet was blocked by the staff and sword, but due to the impact, his figure was stagnated in mid-air and lost the ability to move forward.
He could only watch as the gunmen fled and then fell into the reservoir below.