Ember Gun

  Chapter 287 Pension

  Shrike looked at Lorenzo suspiciously, wondering why this guy suddenly mentioned this.

  Lorenzo looked out the window. Behind the hazy rain is the city where he has lived for more than seven years.

Seven years ago, Lorenzo arrived in Old Dunling, from the Holy Evangelical Papal Kingdom to Inervig. To be honest, that journey was not a good one. At that time, he had just experienced the night of the Holy Advent and personally killed those familiar People who have not ushered in the joy of a new life at all, but the pain is almost numb.

Lorenzo remembered that he staggered to Old Dunling, but was rejected without a formal identity. Like most foreigners, he came to Xiacheng. For those poor and wicked people in Xiacheng, like A newcomer like Lorenzo is still very valuable.

They wanted to rob Lorenzo, but at the time, Lorenzo had nothing left except the box with the spiked sword. The result was very simple. Those people were killed by Lorenzo, simple and brutal, as if venting. His own incompetent anger is the same.

  For this reason, Lorenzo changed from a stranger to a dangerous stranger. He was noticed by the newly appointed Shrike, followed by those familiar to everyone.

  Shrike provides Lorenzo with a new identity and a new life, while Lorenzo works for the Shrike to maintain the balance of the lower city.

  It's been seven years since I flicked, I don't know if it is the sigh of time, or human forgetfulness.

   "At that time... how did you think of this?"

  Shrike felt something faintly wrong, even though he only learned about the situation temporarily at that meeting, he thought Lorenzo was relieved like this now, but now, he seems to be still entangled with the past.

   "I just want to confirm the truth of my memory from someone else's point of view." Lorenzo thought for a while and said.

  Different people have different perceptions of the same thing, just like the night of the Holy Promenade. Although Lorenzo has personally experienced it, in the eyes of every survivor, everything about the night of the Promenade is completely different.

  Shrike recalled briefly, and then recounted the past.

   "When I saw you, your condition was very bad, you were injured all over, very badly injured..."

When you think about it, Lorenzo’s weirdness was revealed at that time. That kind of injury could easily take a person’s life, but Lorenzo had several fatal injuries at the time, some have healed, some The blood is still flowing, and the whole body is filthy.

  The strong body of the demon hunter made him reach Old Dunling alive, but it was a pity that Shrike did not notice this at the time. He only thought it was left by Lorenzo when he fought with the gang members.

   "You were in a bad state of mind at the time, and it was difficult for us to talk to you at first."

  Shrike seemed to have reached the key point, and Lorenzo listened intently, lowering his eyes, not showing his emotions.

   "How bad is it?"

  Lorenzo can't remember those things, he only remembers that he made a deal with Shrike, but he doesn't know what actually happened.

  He was scared.

  Lorenzo was very afraid that his transaction with Shrike was also contrived in his mind, a lie full of loopholes, subconsciously rounding up the lie, and covering up those key points.

   "It's so bad that you were chanting strange things, most of them sobbed so hard to hear them, but some prayers can be distinguished," Shrike said.

  "It is the words in your "Gospel". I met Robin at that time. He is a believer in your church and talks about those prayers all day long, so I remember it very clearly."

"only these?"

"Only these," the Shrike said, "What do you want to react? Burn that blazing firework? Inspire secret blood? If this is the case, you were killed by us as a demon... even if you didn't. The story after death will be completely different, there will be no such bad things now."

  Lorenzo stopped talking, just thinking quietly.

If there is a period of confusion in memory, it is during the period from Holy Night and Holy Night to Old Dunling. After the new life begins, Lorenzo also has a new life and has a new life. The name, the new beginning, was also when the memory gradually stabilized, and the unbearable past was deliberately buried until today.

  I really didn’t expect that to live hard for myself, I would just live in a muddle-headed manner. This kind of feeling is really not good.

   "So, where are we going?"

   Lorenzo asked, the water vapor outside the window was like the mist rising in the old Dunling night, blocking the line of sight, only the umbrella group in full bloom, and the thunder that flashed by from time to time.

  Before, Lorenzo was very relieved to clean up the organs and never asked where he was going, but now he thinks it is better to be vigilant.

Lorenzo looked at the shrike on the opposite side maliciously. After all, this guy is an orthodox gang boss, who cleans out the loyal high-ranking knight of the agency. Maybe he is delaying time now, and the carriage will be driven into one in a while. The open area prepared in advance, and then countless artillery fire blasted himself into dust.

  It’s not the first time that this sort of thing has been done to remove institutions, and Lawrence died like that.

  Shrike obviously didn't notice Lorenzo's thoughts, maybe he didn't expect Lorenzo to become a guy full of murderous fantasy in such a short period of time.

"go home."

  Shrike said calmly, as usual, nothing special.

"go home?"

  This kind of vocabulary is obviously not suitable for Lorenzo, he didn't even want to understand, Shrike immediately continued to explain.

   "121A Cork Street...to take you home, that's it."

  ……

  Heavy rain poured down, and the pitch-black carriage stopped in front of 121A Cork Street. Through the window, you could see the light inside and the busy figure, just like repeated daily routines that I don’t know many times before.

  Lorenzo stepped out of the carriage suspiciously, and some did not understand what Shrike was going to do.

  "If you can, don't play Missing...at least tell me what you are going to do before you disappear?" Shrike said while sitting in the car.

   "Does this count as surveillance?"

"Of course, there is nothing you can do about it. There is something in your body that might take the whole old man to die, and we don’t know anything about it, and you don’t even know that thing yourself. As for cooperating with us. You are obviously more reluctant."

  Shrike talked about the intention to eliminate organs.

"Give you to the Evangelical Church? That's impossible. Put you in our prison. You will definitely not be honest. You are a troublesome hedgehog. Rather than tossing these things, it's better to be the same, but A few more eyes to observe you."

  "Will you trust me more?" Lorenzo couldn't help but said.

  Hearing this, Shrike laughed aloud, more of a mockery.

"Trust? How do you trust you? Lorenzo, I always said that you are neurotic, but you are really neurotic. Although you say that you will not do things that harm everyone, but who knows what you really think? Woolen cloth?"

  Shrike couldn’t help but think of Lorenzo’s resolute death in order to kill Lawrence. He was a lunatic who didn’t even care about his own life in order to achieve his goal, and what credibility is there in a lunatic’s words?

"Lorenzo, for Inervig, you are a stranger, and for the gospel church, you are a dangerous...traitor? Anyway, whatever is good, you are in a crevice and will not absolutely belong Either side, but you are in danger that both sides are afraid of."

Shrike took a deep breath and said helplessly.

  "Do you know why we usually call you people like you?"

"who?"

   "Anarchy terrorists."

  Shrike closed the door as he said, he was too lazy to listen to Lorenzo, and he was not prepared to listen to Lorenzo's promise, the carriage splashed and disappeared into the rain so quickly.

Lorenzo looked at the black shadow that disappeared behind the rain, and couldn't help but looked around. The shrike was very frank. At this moment, there were a pair of eyes peeking at Lorenzo himself in a corner...looks like himself The curtains have to be tightened.

  Standing in the rain for a while, Lorenzo then opened the door. He tried to pretend that nothing had happened. This was the best solution, pretending to be the same.

   "Hey... Lorenzo?"

   ran into the busy Mrs. Van Lud head-on. She thought it was Sieg who had come back, but she didn't expect Lorenzo to come back.

   "I thought you would be missing for many days."

  Mrs. Van Lud looked up and down Lorenzo, and after realizing that Lorenzo had returned soundly, she also let go of him.

  Flicker, Lorenzo, a stranger, has also lived here for so many years. After so long together, Mrs. Van Lud is also accustomed to Lorenzo's magical appearance.

  Looking at the figure who was busy again, Lorenzo felt strange.

  In fact, abandoning those monsters, Lorenzo also has a seemingly normal ordinary life, although it only seems to be, but it can also give him a little relief for the guy who is on the edge of normal society.

   "By the way, Lorenzo, someone came to you before."

  Mrs. Van Lud suddenly thought of the visitor not long ago, raised her head and shouted to Lorenzo.

   "Does your face look familiar?"

   Lorenzo asked.

   Although Mrs. Van Lud didn't know the things about cleaning up the organs, she recognized some of the visitors. From her simple description, Lorenzo could know who came.

   "No, someone I haven't seen before."

   is very rare. Mrs. Van Lud has never seen that person. Then she frowned, as if she wanted to carefully recall the appearance of that person, but strangely she could not remember anything.

  A pair of blazing eyes flashed in the darkness of sudden memory, and Madame Van Lud’s face was reflected in the burning pure white. This scene flashed past, but she could not help standing in place.

  A slight pain came from his mind, and the old guy rubbed his head vigorously.

   "Well, I can't remember, it seems I am getting old too?"

  Mrs. Fanroud obviously did not care about these things, she attributed the reason to her aging body.

   Looking down at his wrinkled hands, the cyan blood vessels bulged on the dry skin. Ten years ago, these hands were also white and smooth, but they have become like this now.

"Yes……"

  Lorenzo thought for a while, changing from the cold before, even the cold-blooded guy will feel more or less emotional after living for so long.

   "You should consider taking care of the old age, although you are now considered old age... Find someone to take care of you, such as Sieg." Lorenzo said.

  "Are you despising me for being old and not using it?"

   "No, no, I didn't mean that." Lorenzo said quickly.

  Mrs. Van Lud is a proud woman who once danced and attracted countless young men to chase, just like many beautiful girls, but she was a little different, she was also an air cavalry, and a shot from the sky exploded the enemy's head.

  She can laugh at herself, but she doesn't like other people saying that.

   But this time Mrs. Van Lud's anger quickly dissipated, and she sat on the sofa beside her, sighing.

   "Although I don't want to admit defeat, I still have to admit that people can't win time."

  She raised her head and continued.

   "Actually, I do consider living in old age."

   Very surprised, Mrs. Van Lud would actually talk about this seriously with herself. Lorenzo looked around and he always felt that she should have told Sieg about this matter, but it was obvious that Sieg was not at home now.

  Lorenzo sat down obediently, listening to the old man’s complaints.

   "Then what is your plan?"

"What else, sell the house, and then take the money to a small town in the country. Old Dunling’s house is very expensive, and the money is enough for me to die. If I save more, maybe I can hire a few handsome guys. Boy."

  Mrs. Van Lud dreamed about the damned beauty, and then banged her knee hard.

   "Old Dunling is a city that destroys people and old people. I can't stand the **** cold for my injured leg."

  It was the old wounds she left when she was an air cavalry. As she got older, these illnesses haunted her like a ghost.

  Lorenzo quite agrees with Mrs. Van Lud's idea. The old town is gloomy and humid, and the air is full of debris from the factory. This is a city suitable for hard work, but it is definitely not suitable for elderly care.

   "Sounds pretty good... wait, sell the house!"

  Lorenzo suddenly realized something was wrong.

   "Yes, the house is sold, otherwise where will the money come from."

   "But...but..."

  Lorenzo said and pointed to the stairs. After that, it was his room. He was a little incoherent.

   "Where do I live?"

   "It's my shit?"

  All Lorenzo's words were taken back, the old lady was very hard, but then she said sadly.

   "Lorenzo, there is no permanent banquet in the world, you can live a long time, and I will only have a few years left at most."

  The old man’s body is engraved with the passing time, and the words are full of dust.

  "You will grow up, you will marry a wife and have children, so you can't rent a house at that time, right?"

  Lorenzo was startled, he suddenly couldn't say anything, he could only listen quietly.

"Actually, I wanted to drive you out a long time ago, and then go to live in the country, but I thought again, where can you live if you drive you out? Actually I am not worried about you, Lorenzo, you are a wild dog. The same guy, and the wild dog can always survive no matter how harsh the environment."

  It is not clear whether it is praise or derogation, but the old man's eyes are full of smiles.

  (End of this chapter)