Ember Gun

  Chapter 212 The Great Man

Old Dunling, a beautiful city of miracles, steel and machinery, wealth and power, every word describing it can arouse people’s most primitive desires, but too many people are dazzled by desires, none at all. Have thought about the cost of all this, or the people at the bottom of the pyramid.

  Fortunately, the cold winter wind has not yet left, and the cold air is not too fishy, ​​but even so, Lorenzo still couldn't help frowning.

  Dead fish floating on the surface of the river, all kinds of filth are dumped in it at will, germs and death are brewing in it.

Hundreds of years ago, the Black Death swept the Western world. People died one after another. The high mortality rate made everyone on the verge of madness. It even affected the rule of the Gospel Church. Under the endless death, people would not behave towards the ethereal gods. Believe it again, the firm belief begins to waver.

  It was a period of darkness, but there will always be light at the end of the darkness.

The process of history is slowly advancing, under the shadow of death, order collapses, people are no longer religious, and it is far better to have fun in time than to practice hard, so among the dead and bones, the brilliance of humanities and art rises in the rotting body. , After not too distant years, the accumulation broke out into the Renaissance of Renaissance.

With this tragic history ahead, at the beginning of the overall design of the old Dunling at the Academy of Machinery, they also added sanitary facilities to the pillar of the furnace. The water flow brought up the pollution, and went through several purification processes and the combustion of the boiler. After that, it turned into a mist and returned to the earth.

  Of course, sometimes they will pour hundreds of tons of disinfectant into the pillar of the furnace. In the dead of night, the atomized gas purifies the entire city...Of course, it is also possible to pour something else, such as alchemy medicine that speeds up the elimination of pollution.

   is like a self-circulating ecosystem, but this system is composed of steel and flames. After so many years of operation, all of this is pretty good.

   "It smells," Lorenzo said.

Although the Mechanical Yard did the best possible, the water quality here is still worrying before being purified by the Pillar of Furnace, but fortunately, they will not stay for too long. They will rush all the way to the west estuary and gush out again. Melt into the sea.

  "Welcome to the bottom society, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes." Press said solemnly.

People are busy unloading goods at the wharf. Even if they are so busy, they can’t make much money in a day. This is the end of most stowaways. Without a formal identity, they can only work illegally, with a low salary, and finally hide under the chaos. In the city.

  This is the life state of most of the old Dunling people. There is no glory and wealth, everyone is just a small gear on the machine.

   "Just get used to it, Lorenzo." Pres said, he thought this guy who had been in Xiacheng for a long time was used to it.

  The two advanced on the pier. After the stowaways were searched, the cargo ship was arrested and stayed at the pier, unable to leave.

   "Let’s take a look at the clues on the ship... Although no matter what the clues are, we may have to go to Xiacheng in the end..."

  More words, Pres did not say.

Xiacheng is a chaotic place, but he also has his own order in the chaos. Generally speaking, when the smugglers arrive there, Pres has to worry about the personal safety of the smugglers. There is no need for the police to catch them back. When they can't stand it in Xiacheng, they will leave obediently.

  In fact, this case does not need to be investigated at all. The two are just using this case to have fun and fish.

  Klorenzo’s heart was completely different from what Pres was thinking about. He was extremely wary of everything related to Fei Lengcui...or the evangelical church.

  According to Arthur’s news, the pope tried to unite with Inervig, and the Protestant Order has been established, but the question is that the "Revelation" has been taken away by Lawrence. Where can the Evangelical Church get the new secret blood?

  All of this is still shrouded in heavy fog, although Lorenzo has dispelled a lot, but still unable to see the truth.

After Lawrence's death, the decontamination agency was fully mobilized. It seemed that the wind and the waves were calm, and the entire Inervig was already highly vigilant, starting from the old Dunling as the core, searching the traces of the demon in an all-round way, trying to find the "Apocalypse" taken away by Lawrence. ".

  But in the end there was still nothing, as if the "Revelation" was just a lie.

  Lorenzo knows that the crisis has not been lifted, it has only been postponed.

   "Is that it here?" Lorenzo stopped, looking at the cargo ship beside him and asked.

  Press looked at the file, and based on the above record, he said, "This is it."

  The two nodded, and after Pres presented the warning card, the guard let them in.

According to the captain, he didn’t even know that there was anyone on his ship. It was a cargo ship. Except for the place where the sailors lived, there were not many places for people to rest on the ship. He didn’t want to understand the stowaways. How did it survive the harsh environment?

   "We should have brought the captain." Lorenzo said. Containers of iron boxes are piled up like a maze.

  "He is being detained." Press took the document and led the way.

   came to the lower deck of the cargo ship, the wooden boxes were stuffed with hay, which seemed to contain some fragile things.

   "The artwork from Feilengcui, I remember it seems to be the family called Medici. They have been supporting those artists, so these stones were knocked at will by them, and they became expensive and cherished."

Press commented on those things. Although they are works of art, they have become luxury items in recent years under the coercion of a group of people. Every rich person tries to fill his living room with art. Pretend to be very educated.

   "The Great Lorenzo."

  Lorenzo glanced at those things and said casually.

  Pres was taken aback, as if he didn't understand how Lorenzo started boasting again without warning.

   Seeing Pres’ expression, Lorenzo knew that this guy had misunderstood.

"It's not me, it's him, Lorenzo Medici, the Patriarch of the Medici family, the cardinal in red of the Evangelical Church, he is powerful, but he likes to fund some underwhelming artists, and the financial resources of the Medici family. Next, he brought Feilengcui's humanities into the golden age, but everything changed after he was old."

  Lorenzo recalled, remembering that he had the honor to meet the old man when he was in the hunting sect.

   "Great Lorenzo, this is the honorific name given to him by those people, not me, but if you want to call me that, I don’t mind it."

   Then the detective became shameless again.

  Pres didn’t say anything to fight back. He didn’t know much about the distant city. Hearing from this detective, he did have a little knowledge.

   "You actually have the same name as that character." Press was a little surprised.

   "Actually, if you are shameless, it's okay to change your surname to Victoria." Lorenzo said unceremoniously.

  Pres shook his head. Just think about this kind of thing. He is not as shameless as Lorenzo.

   "Hmm...what are these?" Press looked at the carefully stored painting beside him, but what was painted on it was fascinating.

   "This is also a work of art?"

"Do you have any comments? This human body can be painted perfectly." Lorenzo said, "This thing is quite normal, and the rich people in Fei Lengcui often hire some painters to paint these, after all, it is shrouded in faith. People are a little depressed and crazy."

  The voice paused, and Lorenzo suddenly approached Press and whispered.

  "Did you know? There are rumors that in the Saint Nalo Cathedral, a hidden room is also full of paintings, but that room only the Pope can enter."

  Lorenzo winked, then scolded.

   "As a result, this dog is the most ungodly. Damn it."

  As the two talked, they arrived at the hiding place of the smugglers. The baffle on the ground had been lifted, and there was a complicated pipe underneath. There was a narrow space in it, just enough to squeeze a few people in.

  "Are they hiding here?" Lorenzo was a little surprised when he saw this.

  "According to our inference, usually they will be outside and will hide in when someone comes."

  Press replied, no one in this place can hide for that long.

   "Is that so?"

  Lorenzo thought for a while, and then stuck his head in. In the dimness, the vision of the Demon Hunter was adequate, and there was only dust and debris in the narrow space.

  There seems to be no useful clue.

  No... Lorenzo suddenly thought of something, and then looked a little wary.

   "When you came, was that the way it was?" he asked.

  Pres shook his head, “I was on duty at the time. The detective who arrived here was not me, but the useful information is basically here. Because the mission is visiting, they will not miss anything.”

  Listening to him, Lorenzo took the file in one hand, and then looked through it carefully.

   "No one has cleaned up here, right?"

   "No one, the goods here are temporarily seized. These are valuable things. The guards will not let people in."

  Lorenzo finished reading and fell into deep thought.

  Pres is waiting quietly. This detective is like this. Sometimes people will suddenly come crazy and take you singing and dancing, but they will suddenly fall into contemplation, as if thinking about the truth of a terrible secret.

   "Pres, what you said, those people are agile, even you mounted police couldn't catch them and let them escape, right?"

  Pres nodded, as it was written on the document, the Mounted Police failed to catch them.

  Lorenzo said slowly.

  "This is the doubt, Pres, a group of people who have been floating on the sea for so long, but when they disembarked, they were alive and well, and you couldn't even catch them on horseback... Isn't this a suspicious point?"

"Can……"

  Press just wanted to say something to answer him, but he immediately realized the irrationality of the whole incident.

  The stowaways saw that the Mounted Police did indeed want to run, but these stowaways ran too fast.

  None of them realized this, or they realized it, but did not pay attention to it.

   "And what do they eat and drink?"

  The captain said that he did not know the existence of these people, so during this period, those stowaways must be here, but there is nothing but cargo here.

   "One more thing, what do those smugglers come for?"

   Lorenzo asked.

  "If it is wealth, is it not everywhere here?"

  Looking around, there is a piece of art in each wooden box, which can be sold at a good price when sold at a low price, but the stowaways give up this and ran away vigorously.

   Hearing that there was no sleepiness in Pres here, he suddenly became energetic.

   "So... what do these ‘stowaways’ want to do?"

  Lorenzo whispered, as if he was afraid of awakening a sleeping person.

"I'm going to apply for police force." Hearing here, Pres has already realized the complexity of the incident, which is far more complicated than the surface, but... according to the procedures of the Suaran Hall, they will not ignore these. .

  Or because of insufficient police force, so it happened to be wrong here? He couldn't understand.

   "No, don't say anything, leave these to me."

   "Give it to you?" Pres looked at Lorenzo distrustfully.

  Lorenzo’s indifferent face suddenly smiled again, he approached Pres and patted him on the shoulder and said.

   "Did you forget? I'm'in an important position'!" He deliberately increased his words.

   Reminiscent of the mysterious department, Pres suddenly understood what was going on for a while, maybe he had been involved in the incident related to that mysterious department.

   "Wait, really?" Press tried his best not to mention the mysterious department, but he also questioned Lorenzo's words. This neurosis is not lying to himself.

   "I'm not kidding at this point, Pres." Lorenzo said solemnly.

"Pres, you envy my life, but do you know that the more people know, the faster you die?" Lorenzo said, "so it's better to have fun before you die...just like in the Renaissance That way, in the shadow of death, it is better to have fun while still alive than toil."

  The voice came with a bit of chill, and the posture of the demon hunter returned. The invisible pressure caused Pres to shake, and then he said.

   "Lorenzo, trusting this kind of thing is very precious."

"Trust me."

  Lorenzo said again.

  Pres was silent for a while, perhaps because sleepiness finally conquered him, he handed the file to Lorenzo, and asked after thinking about it for a while.

  "Do you need my police card?"

   "Bringing this into the Xiacheng District is easy to be beaten to death."

"alright."

   Watching Pres's departure, Lorenzo's eyes condensed.

  He already had a preliminary guess in his mind, but this guess was also full of loopholes, and he was not sure.

  The "Apocalypse" has been lost for too long. If Lorenzo is the pope, then after rebuilding the Order, the first thing I am afraid is to recapture the "Apocalypse".

Pres is different from what he is wary of. What he is wary of is that all of this seems to be too coincidental. The visit of the mission, lack of police force, and negligence in the process, but Lorenzo will not explain this for him. Sometimes this is not a coincidence. , But something destined.

  They are all people who are connected with darkness. They are in the vortex of chaos, and they will eventually meet in the center of death.

  (End of this chapter)