The darkest and most difficult time has passed, and a pale golden dawn appears at the end of the old Dunling sky.
Soldiers were guarding the outside of the underground palace. The war tonight was finally over. All the corpses were burned on the spot, and ashes continued to rise, falling like dark snowflakes.
Enjoying the long-lost light, among the outermost guards, the kestrel stretched out his hand and gently caught the black snowflakes, and then the falling rain washed them away.
It's raining.
The drizzle of rain fell from the gloomy sky, completely purifying the ashes of the demon. The morning was so cold, and Officer Price still stood aside without knowing anything. He still held the kestrel in his hand.
The cold rain soaked his clothes, making him shiver.
The end of the falling light, filled with gunpowder smoke, appeared in his field of vision, and the morning wind brought the burning smell over.
"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith. From now on, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness."
A weak voice sounded in the communicator, and the mixed sound with electric current seemed ancient and mysterious. Until this voice sounded, Kestrel's frozen face finally relaxed a little, and said to the communicator.
"I thought you were dead."
"Fortunately, Galahad's sword penetrated my chest. If I missed it even slightly, I would have died. But fortunately, God still protects me."
The robin's voice sounded, but I didn't expect that he was not dead.
"It looks like you need some rest."
"Yeah, I'm just a little regretful. I thought I could finally go to heaven?" Robin said with a smile, "I had already prepared to repent before I died, but these people rescued me again.
"
"Of course, Robin, we are all brothers, how can you escape from this hell first?"
Kestrel finally breathed a sigh of relief as he spoke. The sunshine was warm and full of hope.
No one died, which was great.
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Lorenzo walked hard by the Thames River, the wounds on his body were slowly healing, but even so, his vision began to dim gradually, until the cold raindrops fell on his body, which made him a little more energetic.
The cold air came with the curtain of rain, driving away the smell of blood and burning from the tip of my nose.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the small boat. Eve was sitting on one side, leaning against the wall. The girl's face was pale, her hair was messed up by the rain, and she was in a very embarrassed state.
The two looked at each other, and then laughed in tacit understanding.
This was truly an unforgettable night. If it weren't for the involvement of monsters, Eve would have really wanted to write all this into a novel. Of course, the content of the story would be about a peerless female hero and a weak detective.
"You look like you're going to die." Eve slowly stood up.
"You're about the same."
Lorenzo walked over, and Eve took the initiative to help him up. The two of them just supported each other and staggered.
"You need a doctor, Lorenzo."
Looking at Lorenzo's pale face due to blood loss, Eve was a little worried. Although she was also injured, the injuries were not fatal, but Lorenzo was obviously different. If it were his injuries, others would have died long ago.
"I can't go to the hospital."
Lorenzo directly objected, saying that he carries secret blood in his body, which is not something that normal people can touch, not even doctors.
"But you need to bandage your wound!"
Eve said again that she probably understood why Lorenzo refused, but if this continues, he might really die.
Lorenzo was also aware of his condition, but he still couldn't do it. The secrets he held were more important than anyone imagined. He himself was a mobile prison, locking these things tightly in his body.
But he couldn't die. Once the jailer died, the things in the prison would escape sooner or later. His eyes wandered around the street, as if the goddess of luck was protecting him. Lorenzo saw something and made an ugly smile.
With Eve's confused look on her face, Lorenzo exerted some strength and raised the Winchester. The gun was just a decoration at the moment, but it felt good to use it to bluff people.
So Lorenzo stopped in front of a door with a bright door number that read "147 Hammering Street".
A loud knock on the door woke up the owner of the house shortly after. Director Buscaro walked downstairs very angry. He had been doing this since he was threatened by that strange man with a shotgun a few days ago.
I had been having nightmares for several days. It was rare that I fell asleep peacefully this time, only to be woken up by someone in the early morning.
Angrily opening the door, Director Buscaro was ready to vent his anger, but after opening the door, he saw that familiar face and a familiar shotgun.
"Good morning, Director Buscaro!"
Lorenzo skillfully put the shotgun on his head, and his sickly face showed a kind of enthusiasm like seeing a relative.
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"So is this a home invasion?"
"No, this is just staying at a friend's house."
"Do you think putting a gun to someone's head and then rushing in is a 'staycation'?"
"This only shows the closeness of the friendship between Director Buscaro and I."
It took Buscaro less than a minute to understand the current situation, so Lorenzo was sitting on the comfortable sofa at the moment, naked and sewing his wounds.
Director Buscaro's home has a lot of medical equipment. Although it is not as complete as the hospital, it is enough. I saw him standing tremblingly on the side, watching Lorenzo use tweezers to take out piece after piece from the wound.
Iron sheets.
His own worldview seemed to be shattered. This man had taken out at least two kilograms of metal from his body. Logically speaking, he should be dead, but now he is still full of vitality and can even perform surgery on himself.
Quarrel with Eve.
"Miss, are you his friend?"
Looking at Eve on the side, the girl was also sitting on the other side bandaging her wound. Compared to Lorenzo, it was just a skin injury, and the most serious part was only on her arm, which could be healed with a simple suture.
After hearing Director Buscaro's words, Eve looked at this unlucky man, not sure what he was going to do.
"Probably so."
Eve thought for a while and replied.
"Miss, you are making careless friends, you can't do this!"
Buscaro remembered Eve. She was the one who had been bothering him during the autopsy of Wall's body, but why did the police detective at that time get together with Lorenzo, a lunatic... Could it be that he was an undercover agent of Suararan Hall?
Thinking of this, Buscaro's mood collapsed even more. The more he knew, the faster he would die. His brain couldn't stop thinking, and the corpses they handled flashed back crazily in his mind. It was clear that Lorenzo did nothing.
In Buscaro's mind, he had died countless times.
Just when he was still thinking about how to leave a will, Lorenzo suddenly spoke.
"Director Buscaro, could you please come over and help me sew here?"
Lorenzo exposed his back, which he could not reach, and had no choice but to let the doctor come.
Can Buscaro go? He is scared to death now. In his opinion, Lorenzo is simply a ghost that lingers.
But at this moment, Eve on the side directly picked up the shotgun. Looking at the cold and somewhat cunning eyes, this girl was no longer a careless friend, she was simply in cahoots with each other!
Where is the former police detective who was so enthusiastic about investigating the case and never let go of any clues? Why has he changed so much after obviously not being seen for a few days?
Regardless of Director Buscaro's rapidly changing psychological activities, Lorenzo directly exposed his back to him. It was a deep wound. As Lorenzo's secret blood calmed down, his extraordinary recovery power also disappeared.
During the descent, he needed someone to help him suture.
"Don't look at it."
Buscaro reluctantly took the needle and thread. He didn't know what Lorenzo meant by 'not being able to see'. It was clear that men were shy, but he understood immediately.
It was the weird tattoo that seemed to be alive in his eyes. Buscaro was aroused. He tried to see what it looked like, but the result was a stinging pain in his eyes, which seemed to come alive.
The falcon pecked out his eyes in an instant.
"They all told me not to read it."
Lorenzo said calmly, struggling to pick up the blanket and cover his back quite a bit.
"What...what's going on?"
Cold sweat suddenly covered Buscaro, and he was panting violently, as if he had just run a marathon. His mind and body felt exhausted like never before.
"Cognitive pressure... Just like when you read a dense book, the amount of information brought by so many words will instantly impact your brain, just like a leak in a dam, a solid barrier will also expand in the huge
It bursts under the tide, and your brain will protect itself from the impact, falling into a protective state such as coma, to forget that huge amount of information."
Lorenzo said indifferently, but Eve knew very well that he was talking to herself. After tonight, Eve has developed a connection with the dark side of the world. This kind of thing is so weird, just like a swamp, and it has nothing to do with it.
After the intersection, it will only get deeper and deeper.
Buscaro's eyes were heavy, and he picked up a needle and thread and began to sew up the wound. Although he did not try to look at the tattoo, it was like a strange temptation tempting him, like a poisonous snake tempting people to pick the forbidden fruit.
"What on earth is going on with you..."
Finally finished, Buscaro wiped the sweat from his forehead. In his opinion, Lorenzo was no longer as simple as a criminal. Although he was an ordinary person, he was still a doctor. He had already stitched up the wound just now.
I discovered the weirdness of Lorenzo's body, which is not something ordinary people can have at all.
"Doctor, it's better you don't know so much."
Lorenzo said as he picked up a piece of paper. This was the list he wrote after coming in. The handwriting was a little distorted because of the injury.
"According to time, you should be at work. As the director, you should be able to get these. I hope you can send them over soon."
It was a list of medicines. Buscaro looked at the list and asked.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll call the police after I go out?"
Lorenzo shook his head and said.
"You can feel the... unspeakable weirdness, right? It won't be the police who deal with me, but another group of people. From what I understand, the way to deal with 'weirdness' is to deal with everyone related to it.
We are already on the same side."
A simple threat, but very effective. Buscaro gave Lorenzo a hard look, then slammed the door and left. In the end, only he and Eve were left in the room.
"I remember he had a daughter here, but it seems his wife took her away. Life is really difficult."
Looking at the family photo on the cabinet, Lorenzo said casually, while Eve sat opposite him on the other side.
"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, I think we can have a good talk now, right?"
"What to talk about?"
The girl's expression was a little complicated. She looked at Lorenzo and thought for a long time before saying.
"About why you saved me, and...these..."
Eve stretched out her hand and tore off the bandage. She saw that most of the wounds had healed. There was fear and confusion in the girl's eyes.