Mandrake, an herb from a fertile land, according to the records of those scholars, has another more familiar name, mandrake. But in fact, these two herbs are not the same at all, mandrake.
Lacao is a very common hallucinogenic herb that is used as an anesthetic by local indigenous people. It is now also a component of the hallucinogens that are rampant in Xiacheng District.
Lorenzo's cigarettes are filled with mandrake, which is different from the common mandrake. This herb is a "spiritual medium" carefully cultivated by local wizards. They believe that smoking this herb will build a bridge with the unknown.
It is a medium that touches the mysterious, usually they use this to communicate with the dead.
Steam technology is so advanced that the theories of ghosts and gods have long been forgotten, but there are still remnants of the old era who firmly believe in them.
Lorenzo also discovered this effect in an ancient book, and then with the help of Shrike, he got some from the hands of some smugglers. At first, he had the mentality of giving it a try, but after so long exploration,
Under the circumstances, Lorenzo discovered that this thing could indeed have some effect.
What he saw was not just a simple hallucination, but part of it was real, and this real part was what Lorenzo needed.
The lights went out one by one, and the cold air in the darkness became moist. Lorenzo smelled the sea water again. Countless raindrops fell on the deck, and he returned to the ship.
The corpse was slowly squirming in the darkness, and it was coming to life. The light from the cigarette butt was obviously not that bright, but everything was so clear in the darkness. Lorenzo watched quietly.
The internal organs began to shrink until only a small section of the stomach and intestines remained, and the bones began to twist and deform. The fragile skin was propped up by past growth, and the dark red blood vessels underneath could be clearly seen.
A hoarse voice came from that shriveled throat, like the cry before a tragic death.
It was a terrifying scene, but Lorenzo didn't care, as he seemed to have no fear.
The cigarette is more than half burned.
The mandrake grass connected him with the mysterious world, and the time the tobacco burned was the time he could stay in this world of the dead.
It's not enough, it's not enough.
Suddenly, the feeling of being spied on came to his heart. It was so familiar, just like when he was in the carriage, that thing that had been peeping at him in the dark. Lorenzo turned his head sharply and tried to find that strange figure in the dark.
, but the next second his twisted body knocked him down with a strong smell of blood.
It's Wall, or rather Wall's body.
It knocked Lorenzo off the chair and pressed him hard. Its sharp claws strangled his head tightly. His ribs opened like the mouthparts of a predator, and it covered him with dried blood.
Lorenzo tightened his grip.
look at me!
There seemed to be a sound, and what came into view was the ferocious face, filled with great pain. Above it, the pupils of the eyes were dark and turbid, but there was a faint green light shining in them.
Severe pain came from his body, but Lorenzo didn't care. He looked directly into the pupils, and finally saw that part of the reality in the reflection in the darkness.
It was a beacon rising in the green light.
…
The cigarette finally burned out and light returned to the world.
Lorenzo seemed to be waking up from hibernation, his movements were stiff and his eyes were blank. He let go of his hand and dropped the cigarette butt. He sat on the chair in a daze for a long time before he recovered.
This is the side effect of taking drugs. Every time it ends, Lorenzo briefly looks like a retard.
Everything was like a dream, Wall's body did not come to life, it was still lying quietly in front of him, and he was not knocked down, sitting in place, as if everything that was so real just now was an illusion, obviously
The pain was so real.
It is an illusion, but there is also reality,
Just like the last scene he saw, the lighthouse.
Lorenzo wasn't sure what role the lighthouse played in this case, but at least now he had a general idea.
Strange body and lighthouse.
He stood up slowly. The stiff feeling was still there, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Maybe this was also one of the side effects of mandrake. At first, this mentally retarded state was short-lived, but with the frequent use, it became more and more time-consuming.
It's getting longer.
Maybe I can ask that poor Director Buscaro for a physical examination in a few days. He is a director after all, which should save a lot of trouble, right?
After doing all this, it was time to leave, but at this moment the sound of bullets being loaded sounded.
"Put your hands up!"
Eve raised the pistol in her hand and pointed the gun at Lorenzo.
Ever since she was little, Eve's intuition has been very keen, and this time was no exception. In the mist, she felt someone walking past her, and couldn't help but feel weird in her heart. She finally caught this sneaky person here.
people.
"What happened detective?"
Turning around, Lorenzo's expression was perfect, with a hint of calmness in his panic, just like a good citizen who had been misunderstood by the police.
There are three religions and nine streams in the old Dunling. As a great detective who has been among them, Lorenzo has to know a little bit about everything.
"What are you doing?"
Eve was a newcomer, and this was the first time she pointed a gun at someone. Looking at Lorenzo's expression, she felt that she had misunderstood him.
"This is my nephew. He was murdered this morning. I just can't bear the sadness..."
Lorenzo said, hiding his face.
Eve took a few steps closer, but she still did not relax her vigilance.
"Your nephew...is a Viking?"
The corpse's appearance was difficult to identify, but the big braid that the Vikings loved so much was still hanging on the corpse's head.
Lorenzo's crying stopped, and then Eve saw the nameplate on the iron cabinet, which was the case she was responsible for.
The last bit of sympathy was gone, Eve said coldly.
"Sir, you may need to come with me."
The situation was awkward for a while.
Lorenzo once secretly sneaked into the Royal Academy of Arts. In order to be able to enter the role at any time and deceive others, he studied in the acting department for more than a year. At first, everyone thought he was a passing tourist, and then he was an observer.
Students, students, and eventually even professors got to know this outstanding student named Lorenzo and invited him to perform at the Royal Opera House.
But such an outstanding student suddenly disappeared a year later. The professor looked through the list and could not find this person named Lorenzo Holmes. He seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Everyone remembered that talented student
He is a young man, but his name is not on various attendance lists or even student records, just like a ghost.
But no matter how good the performance was, no matter how rigorous the deception was, Lorenzo could not deceive anyone with direct evidence. He smiled awkwardly.
Eve looked very serious on the surface, but she was already happy in her heart. Sure enough, there was something fishy about this case. Otherwise, why would this person sneak in to investigate this insignificant corpse?
"Turn around!"
Holding a gun and threatening Lorenzo, he cooperated and turned around slowly. Eve put down the gun and took out the handcuffs, but in an instant Lorenzo moved.
The wide, knee-length black trench coat was swung up hard, and it directly occupied most of Eve's field of vision. She was holding a gun in one hand and the handcuffs she had just taken out in the other. The young police detective was obviously panicked.
God, I pulled the trigger, but my slender hand still couldn't control the recoil, and the bullet deflected.
A big hole was punched out of the black windbreaker, and then the black muzzle of the gun protruded from under the windbreaker.
"Detective, don't move."
Lorenzo held up the Winchester, placed his hand on the lower iron lever, and loaded the gun.
The situation reversed in an instant, and Eve could only watch all this in a daze.
Obviously what he is seeing is a bit of a shock to this newcomer. The first case for a newbie involves a bad detective who has been around in Old Dunling for a long time. It is like locking up a sheep with a hungry wolf.
"This is the morgue. Not many people come here. Even if I kill you, no one will know that it was me who killed you. Do you understand?"
Eve nodded cooperatively. Even if she could shoot, she was not as fast as Lorenzo, not to mention that Lorenzo's gun was obviously more threatening than lethality.
But soon Eve realized something.
"Did you kill him?"
Although I have never seen a shotgun with such exquisite workmanship, isn't it essentially still a shotgun? It is consistent with the gunshot wound that killed Wall. Combined with the suspicious nature of this mysterious man sneaking into the morgue, Eve is sure that it is the one in front of her.
This man killed Wall.
If I had known better, I wouldn't have come here alone, I should have called Pres, although in this situation, what could Press have done.
"Don't make false accusations, detective, I am a legal citizen of Inverg."
Lorenzo is telling the truth, but his identity was given to him by Shrike. Shrike is still very reliable in this regard. As long as you give him enough money, he can create any identity for you. Please note that it is not a forgery, but a forgery.
Officially recognized status.
Lorenzo was talking bad words, but his mind was running wildly, thinking about what to do next.
Similarly, Eve is also thinking about what to do. She doesn't want her first case to become her last case.
But at this moment, the translucent yellow liquid flowed past Lorenzo's feet and flowed out of the morgue door with a peculiar smell.
"What do you think this is, Detective?"
Lorenzo lowered his head and said suddenly.
"I think it might be oil."
"I think... you guessed it right."
As Lorenzo finished speaking, a raging fire surged from the door of the morgue, like a fire demon from hell. The flames instantly ignited everything around, and the cold temperature of the morgue rose accordingly.
Becoming hot and dry.
This is a deserted place, with only this gate leading to the way out, but now it is sealed by fire, and the fire continues to intensify.
"what happened……"
Lorenzo pulled Eve away at the last moment, otherwise Eve, who was leaning against the door, would be engulfed in the fire in an instant.
"It's a clue."
The man's voice was somewhat morbidly excited.
Eve looked to the side, and the firelight illuminated Lorenzo's face, burning even more fire in his pupils.
Sure enough, Wall's death attracted the attention of those people. They didn't want the secrets in Wall's body to be discovered, so they set fire to it.
"Detective, if you don't want to die, come here and help."
Lorenzo said as he kicked over the iron cabinets where the corpses were hidden. They were stacked one on top of the other and could be taken apart.
"What are you doing?"
Eve couldn't understand what this man was doing. The fire was clearly burning right in front of him... He was still competing with these dead people.
"Stay alive...you don't want to be cremated here with these corpses, do you?"
"You and I are together and we will never be separated from each other?"