Ember’s Gun

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After dismissing Price, Lorenzo sat on Iron Snake for a while. After walking for a while, the lower city district gradually appeared at the end of the field of vision.

The sky is gloomy, and the dilapidated houses seem to be randomly piled up with mud, water and wood, and there are many buildings like this, like a weird and deformed tree, here is the forest where they grow wantonly.

In the cracks opened by the trees, Lorenzo could see the godless people after that, they gathered around the stove, the warm light swayed in the darkness, absorbing the only warmth, to survive this difficult winter .

This is what most people in the lower city district look like. They can’t survive in this cold city, and they don’t have the energy to leave. They are like trapped beasts, rotting in this shadow a little bit.

Most youngsters with labor force enter the factory. Although they are tired, the wages here are indeed much higher. At least they are more hopeful than the people in the lower city district. The remaining people may choose to join the gang. Although it is dangerous, they can at least be Food and clothing are guaranteed in this deformed forest.

Lorenzo picked up a cigarette, and a faint mist rose. After slowly rising, it gathered with countless clouds.

The muddy road was also frozen and firm due to the low temperature, and walking on it was extremely uncomfortable.

But Lorenzo didn’t care about that now, the people around still looked bad, but Lorenzo had no spare time to waste on them this time.

The lower city district, here is simply the epitome of all chaos. Most of the gray industry of Old Turin circulates here. Under the filthy run-down, it is gold with blood.

This time Lorenzo’s arrival was entirely on a whim. There was no carriage driver to pick him up, and no one knew about it. He was alone.

He is like a hunter walking in the forest, searching for traces of prey.

“Florence…”

The detective whispered.

In this city stored in memory, after so many years, my impression of it has been blurred, only the past experience is still clearly visible.

Florence’s life is pretty good. If there is no Night of Advent, everything will be ruined. Although the culprit Lawrence is dead, there are still many mysteries that have not been cleared out.

For example, why Lawrence wanted to defect. He is a very special one among the Demon Hunter people. It can be said that he is the Demon Hunter who has lived the longest and has the highest status. He already has everything, but in the end he chose to put it into the fire. .

This question may never have an answer again. Lawrence is dead, and the only remaining flesh and blood is also fused by the dark angel. That guy can’t die anymore.

Sometimes the helpless place in life is here, and in the end many questions will not have answers.

But if you don’t want this, Lorenzo already has a little judgment about the current situation. He guessed that the batch of Illegal immigrants is most likely a new Order from Florence, and their purpose is “Revelation”.

But the question is where is “Revelation”?

After so many days of vigilance and search, the cleansing agency still found nothing.

Judging from the number of Demons cultivated by Lawrence at that time, there was indeed a certain size group behind him, but after Lawrence’s death, the group did not exist and mysterious disappeared, as if Lawrence’s death took away everything related to him. .

No, no one has seen anyone outside of Lawrence. Until now, Lawrence appeared alone. Maybe he didn’t have any helpers?

Lorenzo had a headache when he thought of this. He was sure that although Lawrence was dead, something he planned was still going on in the dark. The disappearance of “Revelation” is the best proof. In a shadowy corner, there is still The blood of sin is shaped out.

Lorenzo stopped suddenly. He looked towards the tramp beside him. He was nestled in the corner and seemed to realize Lorenzo’s stopping. He stopped prying at Lorenzo.

His movements are very secretive. If it were not for the keen insight of the Demon Hunter people, no one might have noticed him at all.

Lorenzo happily, his thoughts that were messy, suddenly became clear.

“You have been looking at me just now, right?”

The detective jumped up suddenly and squatted down.

The vagrant was a little bit not knowing what to do by Lorenzo’s sudden enthusiasm. The lower city district is not a good place, and the people here are the same. Everyone is living cautiously, watching people around.

He shrank back, his dirty face, only his eyes were exceptionally clear.

“You… what are you going to do?”

The tramp asked vigilantly, but his curled up hand had touched the steel object, and everyone needed something to save his life.

“Don’t be nervous, I just want to ask some questions…”

Lorenzo didn’t care about the gradual murderous intention of the tramp. In the eyes of the Demon Hunter, these guys are just little white rabbits harmless to humans and animals compared with Demon.

“Which gang are you loyal to?” Lorenzo asked immediately.

The gaze of the tramp instantly became cold. He attacked immediately and drew the dagger from his arms, but Lorenzo was faster than him, stood up, swiftly inside, and stepped on the raised wrist with one foot. Go down.

“Calm down, I’m not malicious, I just want to ask some questions.”

Lorenzo twisted his foot vigorously. The tramp suffered a pain and couldn’t help letting go. Then Lorenzo kicked the dagger far away.

“Don’t pretend, I am not a layman. I have been in the lower city district for a while. I know you are doing and so on.”

Lorenzo took out a mottled coin from his arms and threw it directly in front of the homeless man.

His vigilant gaze suddenly froze, as if he couldn’t believe it, then he quickly grabbed the coin and raised it with the dirt on the ground.

There is a Burlau Bird engraved on the coin. Only those who really hang out in the lower city district know that this is the real hard currency.

The gaze of the tramp looking at Lorenzo has changed a lot. For a person of his status, this coin is enough to make him live for too many days in comfort.

“Bad Rat.”

The tramp put the coin away and hid it in the innermost part of his clothes. He scanned it for 4 weeks, hoping that no one would see it.

“really……”

Lorenzo whispered, he seemed to have guessed this a long time ago.

“Have you seen new faces the past few days?”

“No… at least not in this area where I stayed.”

After receiving the money, the homeless man also had a lot of fun doing things, and directly and simply replied.

This is also in Lorenzo’s expectation. He doesn’t think he can ask about the traces of the group of Illegal immigrants by asking at will.

There is no place where there is absolute chaos, and all chaos inside will have a faint order controlling everything, just like Burlau controls the economy of the lower city district and acts as a mediator between forces, but in fact he is a part of the cleaning agency. Member, all this chaos is firmly controlled by another layer of greater order.

The tramp is also part of that order, but it is the most inferior.

This is an inferior rat, a despicable rat, and mice will have great power when they gather together. This is the case with these tramps.

Bad rats are also one of the gangs in the lower city district, but they do not have a fixed territory. Instead, they are scattered throughout the lower city district, selling information for a living. These homeless people scattered on the streets are their eyes.

The information that mounted police can’t find, maybe these bad mice can be found. After all, those Illegal immigrants can only live in the lower city district now, and they are inside this deformed forest.

“Take me to see Rat King, I want to buy some information.” Lorenzo said.

The tramp shook the head, “No, Rat King won’t see anyone.”

“Still so vigilant?” Lorenzo said.

His knowledge of bad rats also originated from Burlau. In Burlau’s words, these damn rats are the trickiest guys in the lower city district. Although they don’t steal or steal, the weirdness of everywhere really makes Palpitations.

Therefore, Burlau seldom cooperates with bad rats. These guys with no opportunity, Burlau is worried that his identity will be discovered by them. Although there is a crisis of identity leakage in Burlau’s tenure in the past, as long as the cleansing agency enters, Just clean it directly.

But the rats are different. They will summarize the information to the rat king, so the intelligence will be recorded, from small chats and rumors…As long as the rats find some valuable or interesting information, they can report it.

It is said that in a sewer in the lower city district there is an archive of the rats. As long as it is heard by the rats and finds it useful, you may even find a casual chat in it one day.

Burlau still doesn’t know whether the archive really exists, and the mysterious rat king that no one has seen.

But just like urban legends, this thing will always be more or less, and the size of Old Turin is not what it is on the surface, as well as the complex Pillar of Forge system underground.

Even Lawrence can build a breeding ground inside the complex underground pipeline, let alone a group of rats with no opportunity.

“This is not a question of vigilance, this is a rule.” The tramp said seriously.

“But what if I want to buy intelligence? A lot of intelligence.”

“I can take you to someone you know.” The tramp replied.

Lorenzo nodded, he has done several transactions with bad rats, the process is almost the same, just find a street tramp, Lorenzo is usually very lucky, at least 9 tramps are bad rats in the ten caught. They will not take you to see rat king, but they will take you to meet people who know.

Usually this person who knows is called an intelligence dealer, he acts as an intermediary, contacting buyers and bad rats.

But this is also the weirdness of the whole rat king. As long as you ask to see rat king, they will reject it. It seems that rat king is a real person, but inside the whole rat king, there is no place for rat king.

The tramp stood up, picked up the dagger that had fallen on the ground, and then hid the clothes inside. He motioned to Lorenzo to follow him, and the two walked on the complicated road.

Although these inferior rats are humble, they are all human beings. Sometimes they want to find someone in the lower city district. They are more efficient than Burlau.

It didn’t take long for the two people to come to a low house. Like many buildings in the lower city district, they were distorted and deformed. Under the night, they looked like monsters.

A few homeless people lay in front of the door of the low house, and more people hid indoors. They are a group of lowly mice, they can only keep warm in a group.

Lorenzo could detect a lot of eyes staring at him, but this couldn’t bring any pressure to Lorenzo. Without the slightest timidity, he lowered his head and walked into the low room with the tramp.

The dim interior smells sour, but the space inside is much larger than it looks outside.

The tramp kicked a sleeping tramp away with his feet, revealing the baffle under him, he opened it, and there was deep darkness inside.

“Let’s go, I hope you can bear this.”

There was a disgusting smell coming out of it, and it was a bum and a bit unbearable.

Lorenzo glanced at the deep darkness, lowered his body without thinking, and tried to enter.

This action surprised the tramp slightly, and then he stopped Lorenzo.

“Are you really scared?”

Lorenzo gave him a wonderful feeling, like a calm and fearless person. Such a person is often seen as a tramp. After all, this is the lower city district, where there are thugs everywhere, where they will die if they show a timid look. People will always be calm and fearless, but Lorenzo is different, he seems to be so.

Below is a dark and narrow tunnel… Actually no one knows what is below, what if this is a trap full of sharp knives? This guy actually went in without stopping. This is no longer fearless, just like a fool who doesn’t know his life or death.

“What? Will you take the opportunity to kill me?”

Lorenzo glanced at the cave. It was really suitable for killing.

But who would have thought that the tramp was actually nodded.

“It’s true, but we usually kill some annoying guests,” he said. “We will take him to the same tunnel, but there are traps full of sharp knives.”

“Is there a sharp knife here?” Lorenzo asked naively.

“No, you are a wealthy guest. We prefer to obtain wealth without seeing blood.”

The tramp said what he had found out from the darkness on the side. It was a kerosene lamp. He lit it. First, he went down and stepped into the darkness inside.

This is a signal of trust, but it doesn’t matter whether Lorenzo is believing or not. The darkness has little effect on him, let alone that there is no holy silver-plated sharp knife.

But he still had to be careful, after all, rats lived in the sewers, there would never be a lack of germs there, which might not kill him, but at least it would make Lorenzo uncomfortable.

Lorenzo stepped in. After the two people left, the tramp who pretended to be sleeping got up and covered the baffle again. Thinking of Lorenzo in his mind, he made a strange noise in the dark corner.

Soon after, the same noise in the darkness responded to him. A black mouse crawled out with a long tail. He picked up the familiar Old Friend, stroked it and tied the iron chain to it. On its tail, then let it go.