Camu Renado...or Kestrel, he looked at the detective in front of him with interest. There were many legends about this guy, but he didn't expect to see him today.
The mysterious detective who arrived in Old Dunling six years ago, in order to gain the support of Shrike in Old Dunling, single-handedly caused the horrific Red River Massacre at that time.
Kestrel could barely be counted as one of the participants. He knew very well about that case. At that time, various forces arose in the lower city. The nobles colluded with gangs. Shrike's status was shaky. He no longer had any ability to control this group of thugs. In order to
Regaining his dominance in the lower town, Shrike gave Lorenzo his first mission.
Investigate evidence of crimes committed by gangs and nobles. As long as there is evidence, the army will march into the lower city and reshuffle everything, and those nobles who try to control the lower city will also be liquidated.
In return, Shrike will give Lorenzo, a stranger, a new life, a fully legal identity, a dream job, and a brand new life.
Lorenzo finally did it, but in a way that was completely beyond anyone's imagination.
Find that group of people, use torture to make them tell everything, and then kill them. When Shrike arrived, there were corpses floating in the entire Thames River. The turbid river water turned dark red, accompanied by screams, one after another.
The name is added to the list.
"Well, to be honest, Old Dunling is not a good place. It takes hundreds of years to see such a sunny day, which makes people feel bad."
Lorenzo became chatty, looking at the darkness outside the window, he couldn't help but grab the petals in the flower box and crush them, leaving a faint fragrance on his hands.
"Yeah, but it's much better in the west. Even though I'm going to work, it's just like traveling."
Kestrel replied with a smile.
He originally thought that Lorenzo Holmes would be a cold-blooded killer of embryos, but after getting along with him for such a period of time, his inherent impression was shattered. However, he did not take it lightly. Pretending is something everyone can do.
"Well, I'm going to the bathroom."
As he said this, Kestrel greeted Lorenzo, and then walked towards the car behind him. The moment he turned his head, the smile on his face disappeared, and instead he looked cold.
This mission was very important. In order to ensure that the weapons from Burhans would not be discovered by any curious passengers, Kestrel took the lead in getting on the bus to guard the cargo during this distance, but he did not expect to meet Lorenzo here.
According to Shrike's dictation on the hospital bed, he was the one who abducted Eve Phoenix. Although it is unclear how he escaped from the underground palace, it is obvious that this mysterious detective is related to the demon.
The purge agency maintains tough tactics against such people. According to normal procedures, knights with sophisticated weapons would knock on Lorenzo's door the day after the underground palace collapsed. However, because of Lorenzo's Red River Massacre,
Due to the record and the lack of high-ranking knights, Lorenzo's arrest was slowed down.
Now that this troublemaker has arrived on the Glorious, Kestrel doesn't know what he is going to do, but to be on the safe side, he should inform Shrike.
After pushing open a heavy iron door and passing through the cargo box in front, even the conductors on the train did not notice that there was an extra section at the front end of their train.
Behind the thick steel plates are well-armed soldiers, carrying weapons provided by the Mechanical Institute. They are a group of cold killing machines.
The radio station was placed in the middle of the carriage, with all kinds of supplies. It was more like a mobile command post than a carriage. There were soldiers guarding the end. After that was the forbidden door, and the weapons from Burhans were there.
Sleeping there quietly.
"Tell Shrike to get ready, we have some unwelcome guests here."
After saying that, Kestrel took out a revolver from the weapon rack and hid it under his coat. The prerequisite for maintaining goodwill is that he has a weapon in his hand. For this guy who can crawl out of the underground palace without anyone noticing, what else can he do?
It’s not too much to be vigilant about.
With this thought in mind, Kestrel was about to return to his seat, but suddenly thunderous gunfire rang out from the very back of the train.
…
a few minutes ago.
Watching the Kestrel leaving, Lorenzo looked out the window boredly, but there was nothing outside the window, only darkness. His eyes fell on the car in boredom, and Lorenzo looked at the passengers.
At first, Lorenzo was a layman in the detective industry. He remembers reading in a book that the best way to cultivate a detective's "deductive method" is to look at passers-by and judge a person's occupation and experience from their clothes to their demeanor.
etc.
At first, this training was a bit difficult for Lorenzo, because his eyes could not help but be attracted to the young girls on the street, and then he was chased by the patrolmen on the street...
Okay, let’s not talk about these unpleasant things for now. Lorenzo’s eyes fell on a nearby passenger and he looked him up and down.
He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, wearing a washed gray coat and carrying a heavy suitcase. Like the kestrel, he was probably an unlucky middle-aged man on a business trip. He leaned his head on the back of the chair and felt dizzy.
sleep.
Then the next person, the next person...
After watching like this, Lorenzo discovered that there were no women or children in the entire carriage, and there were not even any older people. They were basically social animals like Kestrels.
Lorenzo stood up. He felt something was wrong. This route was also a tourist route to a certain extent, but now it was full of workers going to work. There were no women or children. This was very wrong.
He didn't have too many expressions. For safety reasons, he picked up the suitcase and flower box, walked casually in the carriage, and opened the heavy iron doors. No matter it was the flight attendant or anyone else, there was an unspeakable feeling. Outside the window was
It was extremely dark, as if the train had entered the abyss at some point.
But suddenly he seemed to see something and sat down in the corner of another carriage.
"So why are you here?"
People who are connected to the darkness will also be connected to each other, like bright lights in the darkness, they will always see each other. Although the girl in front of him has dressed herself up beyond recognition, the smell of the secret blood is to Lorenzo
So eye-catching.
"Because I have a commission I want to give to you."
Looking up, Eve's fair face was covered with dirty soot, and her bright eyes were filled with fear.
After escaping from the Phoenix Manor by train, Eve found Lorenzo's home according to the address on the business card, but it was Mrs. Venrud who opened the door. By then, Lorenzo had already left for the Central Station.
Fu ran as hard as she could before catching up with the Glorious at the last moment.
"……what happens?"
The girl's eyes made Lorenzo cautious.
"I saw...those monsters."
Eve finally said the word demon, and under constant pressure she had to face this nightmare creature.
"Right next to me, they stare at me and say they have found me..."
Her voice was trembling. Ever since she escaped from the Phoenix Manor, it had been a desperate journey. The darkness had never been more terrifying, and it seemed that all the monsters were watching after that.
"Have you been found? Is it the so-called spiritual vision? It is just a certain degree of hallucination and will not affect reality. You can just understand it as a waking nightmare."
Because he often smoked mandrakes, Lorenzo was very familiar with this kind of thing and comforted Eve.
To a certain extent, Lorenzo is actually trying to find a way to send Eve away, because the end of this journey is the mysterious sacred coffin. Ordinary people who come in contact with it will only be corroded into a member of the demon, and people like Eve
Once a person with secret blood is completely corroded, he will become a more dangerous monster than ordinary monsters.
Although she has killed her teammates many times, Eve is still so young and there is no need to go to this hellish place.
"No, unlike hallucinations, it can really see me."
Eve said anxiously, her mouth slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something, but because it was difficult to describe that kind of thing, she thought hard and didn't know how to explain it.
"It's like...like...two worlds overlapped!"
Eve said loudly.
"Didn't you say that? As it deepens, they can see us. I'm sure that monster saw me!"
Eve tried her best to tell, the darkness was chasing her, trying to engulf her bright flame.
Unknown and strange power envelopes everything, and there are many ways for the demon's pollution to spread. It can be said that anything that can carry "information" can become a medium for their transmission.
A beam of light that can be described.
A painting recording the image of a demon.
A book about fighting with him.
Or a girl who was discovered by a demon and told of her fear.
"I was...discovered..."
As if she had exhausted all her strength, Eve finally said with fear and exhaustion.
So with the burning of the circuit, the lights in the car were extinguished one by one, and the weird and twisted shadow slowly stood up from the dark corner. The world of nightmares and reality overlapped in this brief moment, with a mad rage.
Rubbing claws and teeth.
Eve pulled out the revolver named Deathstroke and pointed the muzzle into the unknown darkness. She was scared and angry, but it was all too dark, so dark that she couldn't see anything.
"Ah...it's really troublesome."
In the darkness, surrounded by a pack of wolves, the man spoke feebly, feeling like a social beast who had been working for many days and was suddenly called to work overtime when he was about to go home to rest.
A warm hand gently stroked Eve's head, as if to comfort her. Then the girl smelled a refreshing fragrance of flowers, and the soft petals fell like snow in the darkness, dancing wildly.
The delicate petals were still stuck to the Winchester, smelling the fragrance and gunpowder. The flower box fell heavily to the ground, just like a funeral. More petals fell with it, and dazzling fire burst out from the muzzle, shining brightly.
It illuminated the surrounding darkness and illuminated the ferocious-looking passengers.