Ember Gun

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  This is a good day, leisurely, without any trivial matters to disturb people, the sky is blue, the warm sun is setting, it makes people drowsy.

   "Ah...is this a holiday?"

  Lorenzo sat on the dilapidated sofa, raised his feet, and draped it on the fence on the roof.

  Jiu Dunling is a gloomy city all year round. A sunny day like this is very rare. When the dark clouds are gone, thousands of miles of sunshine, even bringing people's low emotions, have also risen a lot.

  Lorenzo hid under the parasol, a few bottles of wine in the ice bucket beside him, and books in his arms, he opened and read from time to time.

  Quiet and peaceful, even Lorenzo's toiled life can feel the peace of life.

   "It's just that the noise is a bit too noisy."

  Lorenzo murmured, and there was a burst of noise around him, just as Lorenzo’s neighbors accidentally started renovations.

  Well, in fact, it is not just Lorenzo’s neighbors. The whole old Dunlin is undergoing major renovations and is noisy. In order to make way for these “decorations”, many lines in the city were interrupted, crowds were crowded, and complaints continued.

   Randomly picked up the newspaper, which was full of dissatisfaction and complaints against the municipal government, and the rebuttals followed. Lorenzo glanced at it for a few times, then threw it away, and ignored it.

   Standing up lazily, Lorenzo stood on the edge of the roof, lowered his head to see the street scenery clearly.

   Picked up the wine bottle and took a sip. Lorenzo felt a little eager to move through the strength of the wine.

  He wanted to jump down and jumped down from the rooftop.

  It's not that life is unsatisfactory, it's just... temporary.

   Regrettably, this idea is just an idea. After circling in my mind for a while, it dissipates.

  Lorenzo shook his head helplessly, staggered off, put the wine bottle back into the barrel, and picked up the crutches placed by the sofa.

  It is an exquisite walking stick. The shiny mahogany is inlaid with silver and gold. Compared with tools, it is more like a work of art, and there is a passage like this in the corner.

  "Gift to the great Mr. Lorenzo Holmos."

This crutch came from a generous employer of Lorenzo. After seeing Lorenzo jumped off the third floor and broke a fracture at risk for his commission, he was deeply moved by Lorenzo, and then With this crutch, and Lorenzo's leg injury now.

  Lorenzo recalled, but the memory was also blurred by antimemetics, and he couldn't even remember the specific date.

  In short, since then, he has become a mortal, but from time to time he still mistakes himself for the mighty demon hunter and makes some weird actions.

  New life is difficult, but Lorenzo is studying hard... at least he already knows how to hide from bullets.

  Walking off the roof and turning into the office, the layout of everything hasn't changed much. Some rooms are still tightly closed and will only be opened during the general cleaning to clean up the objects inside.

  The living room on the first floor is much cleaner and tidy. The papers are neatly laid aside, and the clothes are not littered, but hung on hangers.

   Well organized, sometimes Lorenzo would be surprised that his life has become regular.

   "Go to work!"

  Lorenzo complained loudly, picked up a bunch of unprocessed letters, sat down at the desk, picked up the letter opener, and cut open one by one.

  "Advertisement...Bill..."

  Lorenzo muttered, sorting the letters one by one.

  But before the work was finished, he became a little impatient, and threw the letter aside, looking at the street outside the window.

  Lorenzo is retired. He is no longer a demon hunter. He has completely bid farewell to the intense and exciting life. Now he is a private detective who is recovering and needs to worry about his livelihood.

  The Stuarts, the Elimination Organization, the Platinum Palace... They all expressed their willingness to fund Lorenzo, but they were all refused by Lorenzo, and would only seek some assistance when necessary.

  In Lorenzo’s words, “I’m still young, not like I became an Oscar”.

  Yes, Oscar...

   Thinking of this, Lorenzo picked up a personal letter, opened it and read it.

  This is a letter from Oscar. He is already an old guy. The cold weather in the old Dunling is really not friendly enough for this guy suffering from rheumatism.

  It is said that he is now pensioning with Arthur and Merlin, living on an island that is like spring all year round.

  With the funding of the Stuarts, Oscar's life can be described as rot and depravity.

  Lorenzo put aside the memories and looked at the text on the letter, and Oscar's narration sounded in his mind.

   "Wow, it's really nice here, Lorenzo, if you are dying in the future, I also suggest you come here for the elderly.

  It’s good to eat and drink. It is indeed the Phoenix family. You can actually eat food from the Viking countries here. Is this the life of the rich? "

  Lorenzo can already imagine Oscar's ecstatic appearance.

  "The two old guys, Arthur and Merlin, are also very healthy. We started fishing recently, but we couldn't catch anything good. Arthur hadn't caught the fishing rod a few days ago and was thrown into the sea by the fish..."

  The text is chattering, and it doesn't reflect Oscar's level as a writer at all. On the contrary, it resembles an old man, mumbling endlessly.

   "Oh, by the way, Lorenzo, the new round of manuscript fees has arrived, what a huge sum! I guess you must be thinking now, ‘this money should be shared’ right?"

  Lorenzo's expression was slightly distorted, and Oscar's drunken laugh could be faintly heard.

  He didn't bother to read it any more, and then it was nothing more than some begging words, he directly picked up the next letter and opened it.

   "At the end of this month, the cruise to the Viking countries is over. So far we have not found any traces of demons. They seem to have been completely driven away, there is no trace at all..."

  The tone is serious, coming through the back of the paper.

  This is a letter from Shrike. Now he is the boss of the cleansing mechanism, and he is cruising around the world with the Sailing Dawn, guarding the return of the demons.

In the following time, Lorenzo and Shrike have seen many times. Every time they meet, Lorenzo can feel the changes of Shrike. He has become more and more like a leader, more and more like... Arthur ?

  He often talked to Lorenzo about warning demons. Fortunately, Lorenzo really drove them to death. After so long, there is still no noteworthy vision.

  The world is really safe.

   "Ah... a monster."

  Lorenzo let out a long sigh.

  Demon.

A vocabulary that should be very familiar to him, but as the unspeakable is exiled, Lorenzo's memory has become riddled with holes, and the memories related to it continue to wither and collapse, until only what remains The curtain was distorted and distorted.

  At least Lorenzo thinks this is a good thing. He completely bid farewell to the past and started a new life...but he needs to adapt a little bit.

  Thinking of this, Lorenzo looked at his injured leg, praying that it would get better soon. The time to recuperate at home was really boring.

   Yeah, it's so boring.

  Lorenzo looked around. The office was quite large, but Lorenzo was the only one left.

He had thought about recruiting some new roommates, but when he thought that he didn't have a place to live with the new roommates, he gave up the idea. He also thought about raising some small animals, but he didn't even take care of himself, so he still had to take care of the small animals. Just think about it.

  Herkery once asked Lorenzo if he was interested in living with him, and now he has started to breed chinchillas. The house is full of furry rats and Poirot’s descendants are full of children.

  Lorenzo was tempted for a moment, but think about it and forget it. He feels that he is still more suitable to stay in this office. If he also leaves, this office will really be empty.

  Just like that, going around and around, nothing has changed, just as usual.

No one is chasing Lorenzo anymore. Lorenzo himself is a little nervous. Sometimes he wants to write some memoirs, but he always writes a paragraph and stops a paragraph. After writing for so long, there is nothing too big. Progress.

  He thought, probably it was the reason that he was too deeply involved with the demons. The memory of the past has long been blurred, and even some familiar people and things have long since disappeared.

  Like a silent death, Lorenzo felt no sadness, only nothingness.

  But... there is still something left.

  Lorenzo raised his head and looked at the shotgun hung on the office wall. It is well maintained, just like a handicraft.

   took it off carefully, held it in his arms, and Lorenzo gently stroked it.

He can't remember what the words inscribed above mean, and don't understand why they wrote them, but he thinks that these short words probably have a deep meaning to him, so even if he has forgotten so much. Today, when facing this gun, he still instinctively feels nostalgia and reluctance.

   Touched his hand to the corner, where a few new words were added. Judging from the traces, they were later engraved, a few numbers, and a few short names.

  Lorenzo tried hard to remember, but there were only vague fragments, more specific, he could not remember.

  He is a little sad, and seems to have forgotten something important, but it seems that he hasn’t.

  Even if he wanted to be sad, he couldn't bring up his emotions, because he really didn't remember anything.

"what…"

  Lorenzo sighed again, he relaxed and looked towards the sunny street.

  The noise is constant, but it is full of life. Lorenzo is very close to all of this, only separated by a door, but it seems to be far away, he can hardly reach it anyway.

   Just then, a knock on the door sounded, interrupting Lorenzo's thoughts. He just wanted to say something, when the other party directly opened the door, the sun shone in, and the stinging Lorenzo couldn't open his eyes.

  (End of this chapter)