"You...you mean that I came into contact with the secret blood a long time ago and became the so-called qualified person?"
Eve said in disbelief. In her memory, she lived so easily in the first half of her life. She was the princess of Phoenix, and the entire Old Dunling people were waiting for her to grow up. Anyone who married her would be
It's like owning half of a great Phoenix home.
"Yes, this is the only result. It seems that Old Dunling is much more complicated than I thought. For example, I thought that the demons were dead, but after so many years, I actually encountered them in Old Dunling.
"
Lorenzo said casually, this kind of thing didn't even matter to him, at least the person was still alive.
"The demons were extinct more than ten years ago. It was the most carnival in the history of the Demon Hunting Order. Everyone was drunk and hungover. They poured burning holy water on the last demon and watched it die in pain.
."
"To be safe, the Demon Hunting Order continued to monitor the world for several years and confirmed that the demon was completely dead. There was no prey left in the forest for hunters to hunt, so I retired and came to Old Dunling to pursue my dream, just like me
As you said, I really dream of being a detective."
Nagging like an old woman, Lorenzo is really strange. He outlines a ferocious and terrifying world in his idle chatter, and his tone sounds like he is teasing a big cat in the zoo. I don’t know who he is.
It's just nature after getting used to it.
optimism?
I looked at that lazy, world-weary face. The warm sunlight reflected on his face through the glass. It was a beautiful scene, but his expression was as if someone owed him millions. He was as cold and ruthless as before.
Completely missing.
This...is simply heartless.
"Wait, does that mean you are also the so-called qualified person?"
Only then did Eve recall that Lorenzo, like her, was also a qualified person with secret blood, and even said that Lorenzo knew more.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter anymore."
He seemed unconcerned and stood up slowly. Lorenzo looked at Eve.
"Eve, your matter is much more complicated than what we are talking about now, but at least it seems that you are still safe now, but here is my postcard if necessary."
Looking at the already soaked business card, Eve remembered that Lorenzo was still a detective. Although he was not popular, at least he should be the best among detectives.
"We handle everything from state secrets to catching mistresses. If it's related to demons, please pay double the price."
Combing his wet hair, Lorenzo picked up Winchester and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?"
Eve asked hurriedly.
"Go home?"
Lorenzo turned around, and he didn't know when he was able to walk stably. It was really unimaginable vitality.
"But... didn't you still let the doctor get the medicine?"
"I just want to get rid of him. After all, my 'friend' is already miserable enough. The only child of a middle-aged divorce doesn't seem to be living with him yet, and let him deepen his connection with darkness? Let this poor man go.
”+
It was obviously him who knocked on Buscaro's door with a shotgun, but now he was pretending. Sometimes Eve was a little unsure of what this detective was about.
He was like the wind, actions always come before words. When Eve wanted to say something else, the door had been closed. Lorenzo left.
Suddenly there seemed to be an emptiness, like a hamster being opened up in the house, and everywhere was filled with that inexplicable feeling. Eve knew very well that she had stepped into the darkness, and had no other choice but to continue moving forward, although there were some
Afraid, but at least the real world became clear in her eyes.
Looking down, the soaked business card was made of cheap ink, and the writing was smudged, but the words on it could still be vaguely legible.
"121a Cork Street, Outer City, East Ilynns."
"Lorenzo Holmes."
…
The sun shines through the glass windows, driving away all the cold wind before winter, making your body warm and comfortable.
Shrike opened his eyes with difficulty. Above his head was a familiar ceiling, filled with colorful paintings of myths. The gods were angry and sent down fire to drive the twisted demon out of the world.
Looking at it, Shrike suddenly smiled. He felt that if someone painted it again in the future, they should draw some airships and cannons. These things were much more useful than the ethereal gods.
I remember that this place used to be a monastery, but it was later converted into a hospital. Every time I was injured and fell into coma, I would always wake up here again. It was like a restart point in my life, but every time I woke up, I would be unhappy.
The shrike tried to move, but his hands seemed to be bound and he couldn't move.
really……
"you're awake?"
A familiar voice sounded on the other side. Shrike was a little stunned and turned his head. Robin was lying on the bed next to him with a bloody bandage on his chest and a ventilator. His voice was like a broken blower, with a loud hiss.
Voice.
"You're actually still alive?"
Shrike was a little happy and a little incredulous, that sword should have been a fatal wound.
"Yes, Galahad's sword struck crookedly."
The robin looked at the shrike sideways. Although he said it casually, his injury was still very serious, and it seemed difficult to turn his head.
"It's great to be alive, what happened in the end?"
"It's Nikolai. You also know that the thinking of the madmen at the Perpetual Pump cannot be speculated at all. They regarded the battle as an experiment with the Original Sin Armor. The experiment failed. Galahad lost control. We used a lot of strength.
I just subdued him, but I don’t know where he is now.”
Shrike spoke slowly. He was still afraid of that night more than ten hours ago. The dark angel opened its arms to him, and its sharp wings almost cut him into pieces.
"But what is certain is that he should be worse off than dead now. After all, in the eyes of the people at the Eternal Pump, we are all experimental subjects and have no human rights."
Shrike wanted to curse loudly, but the violent words caused pain all over his body. It felt really fatal.
"I hope you can understand them. They are just a group of great people who exchange ethics and morality for knowledge. Our society needs such people, but of course the number cannot be too many."
Kestrel walked into the ward. As an idle high-ranking knight currently stationed in Old Dunling, he felt it was necessary to visit his two colleagues who had survived the disaster.
"Thank you that this crazy world needs them, otherwise I would send those lunatics to a mental hospital and lock them up until they die."
The robin on the side said weakly.
Kestrel walked to the bedside of the two people. Although the injuries were serious, at least the two people woke up. At this time, a group of nurses walked in, pushing a complicated instrument.
When he saw this thing, Shrike had a headache. He tried to escape from the bed, but the nurses didn't give him a chance at all. One of the head nurses came over quickly and lifted up Shrike's quilt. Under it was
Wearing white hospital clothes and bandages, his limbs were tightly tied with restraints mixed with leather and linen.
"Sir, please cooperate with me. This is the process. We need to ensure that you are not contaminated."
The head nurse said as she pulled the instrument to the side of Shrike's bed, while the other two people looked at it with gloating eyes.
The pollution caused by demons is very strange. Everything related to demons can become a route of infection for the pollution. With the knowledge accumulated over the years by the purification agency, they discovered that the pollution first starts from the nerves, corrupting the human will first, and then the flesh and blood.
Twisted, the victim will eventually become a new source of pollution.
In order to guard against the explosive expansion of this virus, after every battle against demons, the purification agency will conduct a will test on the participants. This test method was invented by the people from the Perpetual Pump, which made Shrike want to kill him even more.
They are.
The kestrel was on the outermost side for protection, and the robin was too seriously injured and could not withstand the torment for the time being, so this appraisal was carried out entirely for the shrike.
I saw the nurses skillfully picking up the scissors and cutting off part of the hair on the back of the shrike's head, and then gently inserted the needle electrode into it.
"There may be some pain next."
the nurse said.
"I've done it, and I know exactly how much this damn thing hurts."
Shrike said helplessly. What he couldn't bear more than pain was another thing. But before he could finish speaking, the head nurse pulled the switch. With some sparks exploding from the instrument, Shrike seemed to be caught.
It feels like your whole body is falling downwards.
First there was the soft bed, then the concrete layer, and then deeper, falling all the way down into darkness.