Ember Gun

  Chapter 214 Rat's Nest

A small voice sounded, and a black mouse crawled out of the corner shortly afterwards. The man saw it very happily and picked it up. After stroking it a few times, he took the iron chain from its tail. Down, and then placed the mouse on the ground, and saw it ran happily and melted into the darkness again.

   "We have to hurry up, there is a guest on the way, he is from Shrike." He said.

  The priest in front of him did not speak, he was just observing the man's behavior.

  This is a very messy man, just like other bad rats, he is a homeless man, his body is messy, the cotton wool is as hard as a rock, and he hangs on his body.

  He is an intelligence dealer, and he has the information the priest wants in his head.

   "Can you communicate with mice?"

  The priest didn't seem to be in a hurry, but instead asked something insignificant.

"How can this be."

  The intelligence dealer laughed at this unrealistic thing.

  "But did you get the news from that mouse? Another guest."

  "It's just a few small pendants."

  The intelligence dealer took out the iron hanging chain generously, "The mouse is just a messenger."

  The chain is extremely ordinary, but the priest knows that there must be some law on it, and this law can be interpreted as news.

   "The mouse is here to be a messenger?"

  "The underground is very complicated, the pipes are intricate, and rats can be very good assistants as long as they are trained."

  The intelligence agent said that there was another mouse in his hand, and there was something moving in the darkness behind him. There were a huge number of them.

   "Hurry up and get to the point! Priest, you come from Fei Lengcui, not just to meet people like me, right?"

  The priest tried his best to move his gaze back from the darkness behind him. His gaze was a little disgusted. He hated this place and hated these people. If it weren't for intelligence, he would never come here.

   "I want to know what happened to Old Dunling recently."

   "Be precise."

   "A few days ago, what happened in the north of Old Dunling?"

  The intelligence agent's strokes suddenly stopped, and there was a subtle light in his eyes, as if he heard some interesting news.

  He slowly leaned back and put a comfortable posture on the old wooden chair.

   "This is not a good question."

   "But I need it, we will pay the price." said the priest.

  The intelligence agent was silent. He stared at the priest, and then an ugly smile appeared on his cold face.

   "We don't know much. After all, we are just despicable mice, and we can only hear some turbulence."

  The intelligence dealer closed his eyes as he said, and seemed to be thinking about something, with a faint pain on his calm face.

  The illusion in the mind overlaps with reality, like a weird illusion.

Countless hobos walked out of the darkness for a moment. They whispered to the intelligence agency’s ears, reporting all interesting or suspicious news to him, and then the intelligence agency carefully stored the news one after another. In the memory.

  In their narration, countless pictures appeared in the minds of the intelligence dealers. The darkness where the intelligence dealers and priests were suddenly shattered, like an opened cardboard box, everything cleared up.

  The intelligence agent raised his head and looked aside. The darkness was lit, stone bricks and wood fell from the sky, and a stage-like venue was built in the illusion of his mind. In the casino, men appeared in it, and they talked.

   "I don't know why the latest train schedule is changed. It's annoying to change it again."

   "What schedule?"

  "The one on the northern winter scene tour should have started a few days ago, but it was delayed for a few days."

  Inferior Mouse was sitting in the corner of the casino, and he overheard the news by accident.

  The intelligence dealer looked to the other side, the darkness dissipated, and the scene appeared out of thin air.

   "What are you looking at?"

  On the streets of Xiacheng District, the man secretly took out a bottle with half a bottle of black viscous liquid in it.

   "What is it?" the other said.

"I don't know. I saw a train passing by last night, but that train was not quite right. It was too big. It was much bigger than a normal train. This thing was spilled from it. I secretly left it. Picked up."

  In that night, a hideous black shadow swept across the horizon, and the man in the wilderness witnessed the advancement of the steel thing, nothing but panic.

   "What are you talking about?" The man obviously didn't understand what he was talking about.

   "Look! I suspect that this is a military weapon. They must be studying something."

  The man showed the power of the black water as he spoke, and the flame fell in, and it was flaring up and it was difficult to extinguish.

  The bad mouse not far away raised his head slightly. He poked his head out and saw that the two of them were helpless with the flame. He wrote down the conversation. Strange Heishui, this news can be sold at a good price from the intelligence agency.

  The intelligence dealer continued to think, all the scenes were shattered and turned into a warm bar.

   "There is a **** in this world, there must be a god!"

  The man is drunk and screaming.

  "I saw it, and I heard it. During the blizzard night, I heard a thunderous sound. I walked out in the heavy snow and saw the sky at the end of the horizon falling down! It was late at night!"

The man is a hunter living in the countryside of Old Dunling. He always sips in this cheap bar after the harvest. Only the tramp who sits aside remembers his nonsense. He thinks this is an interesting one. The news, that weird intelligence dealer will love it.

  The intelligence dealer opened his eyes, all memories were shattered in an instant, countless news, countless small talks, excluding those insignificant parts, a story appeared in his mind.

  Changed shifts, violent burning black water, miracles...or the skyrocketing explosion caused by black water.

   "Military operation... Recently, a large-scale military operation was launched in the north."

  The intelligence dealer said affirmatively.

The priest asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

  "Half guessing, half reasoning. After all, we are just rats, and it is hard to survive even if we leave the Xiacheng District."

  The priest looked at him, then got up.

   "I will come again."

  The intelligence agent said goodbye with a smile, "Welcome! We like wealthy guests like you."

  ……

  The underground world is dark and damp, and the smell of fishy smell is blowing over your face, as if there are dead bodies in this invisible corner.

  The tramp walked ahead. He held a kerosene lamp. The dim light was the only light source in the dark night.

  There are ghost sounds in the silence, and it seems that there are countless creatures walking in the darkness here, their minions rubbing against the ground, making a fine rustling sound.

  Lorenzo looked into the darkness. With the vision of the demon hunter, he could see countless mice moving forward in this tunnel. He could vaguely hear the sound of water flowing, as if there was a sewer nearby.

   "We may have to go for a long time, I hope you can bear it."

  The tramp was in front, and said without looking back.

  The decayed air was filled with thick dust, and it became very difficult to breathe, but fortunately, he was used to this kind of life, and this kind of pain was nothing to him.

  "Have you dug these out here?"

  The longer he walked, the greater Lorenzo's curiosity, and he couldn't help asking.

  Lorenzo had also made a deal with Bad Rats, but never went deep underground like this time.

   "It's just a mouse, there is always some escape route."

The tramp replied, "But these tunnels are not stable. A nearby tunnel collapsed a few days ago. Several people were directly buried alive. We would have passed through that tunnel, but after it collapsed, we need to detour. "

Relying on the dim light, it is difficult to judge the direction in this complicated and dark tunnel. During the short journey, Lorenzo has encountered several forks, but the tramp seems to have written down everything here. Take Lorenzo forward in the labyrinth.

   "Why do you remember so clearly, I was almost stunned." Lorenzo asked.

  He tried to write down the road, but he was also a little lost under the back and forth of the tramp.

   "There must be some survival skills in the body, this is the secret of our bad rats." The tramp pretended to be mysterious.

  The two went on like this in the dark, and they chatted in a long period of boredom.

   "What's your name?" Lorenzo asked suddenly.

   "Kamu." Kamu hesitated for a while, not suspicious, but directly replied.

  "Are you a stranger too, right?"

   "If I were not a foreigner, I wouldn't be in Xiacheng." Kamu replied.

"where do you come from?"

  Camu stopped suddenly, turned his head hard in the narrow space, looked at Lorenzo with a puzzled look, his expression seemed to say you are so much bullshit.

  Under the dim light, Lorenzo smiled kindly.

   "Don't be angry, I think I may have more deals with the bad guys in the future. Rather than make others cheaper, I'd better find you, right?" He said, "But the premise is mutual knowledge, right?"

   "I come from a small country in the south, Mr. Holmes." Camu looked at Lorenzo's eyes and said slowly.

  Lorenzo was a little surprised for a while.

   "Do you know who I am?"

  Kamu turned around and continued to lead the way and then said.

   "Of course I know who you are, Mr. Holmes, the detective who served the shrike, who personally caused the Red River massacre... But you haven't appeared in Xiacheng for a long time. We thought you were dead."

   "Do you know so much detail?"

  "It's just to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Shrike rules the Xiacheng District. Of course, we humble rats must know more about it."

   "But you seem to see me for the first time."

   "As long as there are other bad rats know you, we are all in a group to keep warm."

  Lorenzo followed him closely, and in a short conversation, he had learned a lot of useful information from the side.

  These humble mice obviously have an efficient way of communicating information. As long as one person knows it, others will know it. It's just that Lorenzo still doesn't know how they communicate and how to remember these large amounts of information.

   "It's coming soon."

  Kamu said, at the same time the faint sound of water is getting louder and louder, as if there is a huge waterfall deep underground.

  More than that... Lorenzo keenly heard more sounds, the turning of the machine, the movement of the crowd, and the whispering sounds gathered together, and the noise became a storm of chaos.

"We have arrived."

  Camu’s voice interrupted his thoughts, everything was quiet, he let the way open, so that Lorenzo could move on.

At the end of the tunnel is the sewer. The smelly water falls from above and flows rapidly in the channel. The two pass by, the vast space is greeted by the eyes, and at the same time the rapid sound of water reaches the peak, and the underground waterfall is in Los Angeles. In front of Renzo's eyes.

  "This is your lair?" Lorenzo was a little shocked.

  Sure enough, the old Dunling is not only those on the surface, it is also a city with “depth”, such as the city under the ground.

   "One of the rat's nests, everyone always needs a place to hug and keep warm. It's a good place." Camu replied.

  Lorenzo raised his head, and a faint light fell from above. There was also a million tons of water falling with the light. They fell from a height, bringing up a faint mist.

  It was a huge waterfall, guided by a ditch, it branched from the Thames River, and it flowed into the boiler deep underground.

  The whole space downwards vertically. This is one of the several filters for water purification. The waterfall falls into the reservoir below, passing through different channels and continues downward like a spider web.

In this space, complex steam pipes cover it, heavy machinery runs on its own, and rusty air corridors intersect it. The highest point is numbered with orange-red paint. This is also the pillar of the furnace. Part, part of the edge.

"The mechanical courtyard has almost hollowed out the underground, and the steam pipes and machinery have completely filled the vacancies. It can be said that the old Dunling was built on a huge machine." Kamu said, "but the underground world is still too vast. This is the edge of the underground kingdom, no one cares, so we built a home here."

Lorenzo looked at the two sides of the waterfall. There were many iron gates on the edge of the wall. That was the way to the inside of the machine. But now there was a flashing figure and the long corridor erected in this mid-air. Inferior rats built simple houses on it with broken wood. Such houses are like deformed tumors hanging on the vertical well wall.

  The promenade is like a spider web, on which hangs the prey who have been entangled to death.

   "You are a dangerous house..."

  After thinking for a long time, Lorenzo said bad things.

   "We can only live here, do you still care about the dangerous house?" Kamu didn't even look at him, and continued to lead the way.

  The largest "tumor" is at the intersection of the air corridors, and you can see scattered people walking out of the nearby sewers, entering and exiting between the tumors.

  This is the first time Lorenzo has come to such a place. The Pillar System of the Furnace is too bloated. Lawrence can build a breeding ground in it, and the rats can build a rat nest.

  If you call it an underground kingdom, it is still true. This is the edge of the kingdom, far from the core of the perpetual pump.

  Due to the moisture and corrosion of water vapor, the promenade was covered with rust. With Lorenzo's steps, he felt that this thing was crumbling, as if it would break in the next second.

  Looking down, the cistern is located more than ten meters below, and its surface is slapped with mist by the falling river.

  Suddenly something fell, and the black thing separated from the falling waterfall. It hit the promenade at once, causing the entire promenade to sway slightly.

  Lorenzo grabbed the rusty handle. After stabilizing his figure, he looked to the side, and the thing that fell was stuck on the promenade. It was a corpse. It looked soaked for a long time, and his skin was pale and disgusting.

   "It's good to be used to it. People in Xiacheng always like to throw some strange things into the river. They think they will be sent to the combustion chamber and burned in the end, but in fact there are still several filtrations before this."

   Camu seemed to have gotten used to all of this. He kicked the stuck corpse down while talking, and Lorenzo watched him fall, sinking into the mist below.

   "Let's go."

  He led the way and guided Lorenzo to the largest tumor in the center.

  (End of this chapter)