Ember’s Gun

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A small voice sounded, and soon a black mouse crawled out of the corner. The man was very happy to see it. He picked it up, stroked it a few times, and took the iron chain from its tail. Next, the mouse was placed on the ground, and it ran happily and melted into the darkness again.

“We have to hurry up, there is a guest on the way, he is from Burlau,” he said.

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

This was a very sloppy man, just like the other bad rats, he was a homeless man, his body was messy, and the cotton wool was as hard as a rock, hanging 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 the 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 comes as a messenger?”

“The underground is very complicated, the pipes are tangled and complicated, 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. They were huge in number.

“Hurry up and get to the point! Priest, you come from Florence, 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 bit 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 Turin recently.”

“Be precise.”

“A few days ago, what happened north of Old Turin?”

The petting movement of the intelligence agent suddenly stopped, and there was a subtle light in his eyes, as if he heard some interesting news.

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

“This is not a good question.”

“But I need it, and 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 troubles.”

The intelligence dealer closed his eyes as he spoke, 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 strange illusion.

Countless homeless people walked out of the darkness for a moment. They whispered to the ears of the intelligence agency, and notified him of all the interesting or suspicious news, and the intelligence agency carefully stored the news one after another. Take the memory inside.

In their narration, countless pictures appeared in the intelligence dealer’s mind. The darkness where the intelligence dealer and the priest were suddenly shattered, like an opened cardboard box, everything cleared up.

The intelligence dealer raised his head and looked towards the side, the darkness was lit, stone bricks and wood dropping from the sky, in the illusion of his mind, he set up a stage-like venue, the casino inside, where the men appeared, and they talked.

“I don’t know why the number of trains has changed recently. It’s annoying to change and change.”

“What shift?”

“The one in the northern winter landscape tour should have started a few days ago, but it was delayed for a few days.”

The Rat was sitting in the corner of the casino, and he heard the news accidentally.

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

“What are you looking at?”

On the street in the lower city district, the man secretly took out a bottle containing half a bottle of black viscous liquid.

“What is it?” the other said.

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

In that night, a hideous shadow swept across the horizon, and the man in the wilderness witnessed the progress 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 this is a military weapon, they must be studying something.”

The man said that he showed the power of the black liquid, the flame fell in, and it blazed 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 people were helpless with the flame. He wrote down the conversation. The strange black liquid. 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.

“In this world there is a god, there must be a god!”

The man was 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 Turin. He always sips in this cheap bar after harvest. Only the tramp who sits aside remembers his nonsense. He thinks it is an interesting one. 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, and a story appeared in his mind.

Changed shifts, violently burning black liquid, Gods Vestige…or a skyrocket explosion caused by black liquid.

“Military operation… Recently, a large-scale military operation was launched in the north.”

The intelligence dealer said affirmatively.

The priest solemnly asked, “Are you sure?”

“Half guessing, half reasoning. After all, we are just rats, a guy who can hardly survive after leaving the lower city 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 stench assaults the senses, 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 rustle.

Lorenzo looked towards the darkness inside, with the vision of the Demon Hunter man, he could see countless rats moving in this tunnel, vaguely heard the sound of water flowing, and there seemed to be 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.

There was thick dust in the rotten air, and it became very difficult to breathe, but fortunately, he was used to such a life, and this pain was nothing to him.

“You dug these out of the ground here?”

The longer he walked, the more curiosity Lorenzo became, and he couldn’t help asking.

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

“It’s just a mouse, there is always some escape route.”

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

With 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 everything down here, in the complicated maze. Take Lorenzo forward.

“Why do you remember so clearly, I was almost fainted.” Lorenzo asked.

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

“There must be some survival skills. This is the secret of our bad rats.” The tramp pretended to be mysterious.

The 2 people continued to move forward in the dark. In the long boredom, 2 people chatted.

“What’s your name?” Lorenzo asked suddenly.

“Camou.” Camou hesitated, not suspicious, but directly replied.

“Are you from a stranger too?”

“If I were not a foreigner, I wouldn’t be in the lower city district.” Camou replied.

“where do you come from?”

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

Under the dim light, Lorenzo smiled kindly.

“Don’t be angry, I think I might have more deals with bad rats 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.” Camou looked into Lorenzo’s eyes and said slowly.

Lorenzo was surprised for a while.

“Do you know who I am?”

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

“Of course I know who you are, Mr. Holmes. The detective who served Burlau Bird personally caused the red river tragedy… But you haven’t appeared in the lower city district for a long time. We thought you were dead.”

“Does it know so much detail?”

“It’s just about gaining advantages and avoiding disadvantages. Burlau rules the lower city 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 who know you, we are all in a group to keep warm.”

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

These unremarkable rats obviously have an efficient way of communicating information. As long as there is one understood, others will know it, but Lorenzo still doesn’t know how they communicate and how to remember this large amount of information.

“It’s coming soon.”

Camou said, at the same time, the faint sound of the water was getting louder and louder, as if there was 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.”

Camou’s voice interrupted his thoughts, everything fell silent, and he let go, 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. Two people walked by. The vast space came into view. At the same time, the rapid sound of water reached the peak. The underground waterfall was in Lorenzo. In front of him.

“This is your lair?” Lorenzo has several points of shock.

Sure enough, Old Turin 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,” Camou replied.

Lorenzo raised his head, a faint light fell from above, and 1000000 tons of water fell with the light. They fell from a height, bringing up a faint mist.

That is a huge waterfall, guided by a ditch, it is branched from the River Thames, and it flows to the boiler inside deep underground.

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

Inside this space, complicated steam pipes cover it, heavy mechanical voluntary revolving, and rusty air corridors staggered through it. The highest point is numbered with orange red paint, which is also part of Pillar of Forge. , Part of the edge.

“The mechanical academy has almost hollowed out the underground, and the steam pipes and machinery have completely filled the vacancies. It can be said that Old Turin is built on a huge machine.” Camou said, “but the underground world is still too vast. No one cares about the edge of the underground Kingdom, so we built our home here.”

Lorenzo’s gaze looked towards the two sides of the waterfall. There are many iron gates on the edge of the wall. That is the way to the inside of the machine, but now the silhouette flashes there, and the promenade erected here in midair, the rat We built simple houses on it with broken woods, which are like deformed tumors hanging on the vertical well wall.

The promenade is like a spider web, on which hangs the entangled prey.

“You are a dangerous house…”

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

“We can only live here, do you care about the dangerous house?” Camou ignored him and continued to lead the way.

The largest “tumor” is at the intersection of the air corridors, and scattered people can be seen walking out of the nearby sewers and entering and exiting between the tumors.

This is the first time Lorenzo has come to this kind of place. The Pillar of Forge system is too bloated. Lawrence can build a breeding ground in it, and bad rats build rat nests.

If it is called the Underground Kingdom, it is still true. This is the edge of Kingdom, far away from the core perpetual motion pump.

Due to the moisture and corrosion of water vapor, the promenade was covered with rust. As Lorenzo moved forward, he felt that this thing was on the verge of collapse, as if it would break in the next second.

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

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

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

“It’s good to be used to it. People in the lower city district always like to throw some strange things in the river. They think that they will be sent to the combustion chamber and burned in the end, but in fact there are still several filtrations before they are again.

Camou seemed to have gotten used to all of this. He kicked the stuck corpse down as he spoke, and Lorenzo watched him fall, sinking into the mist below.

“Go.”

He led the way and guided Lorenzo to the biggest tumor inside the center.