Ember Gun

  Chapter 47 Glory

  Although it has entered the night, it is still extremely bright here. Hundreds of electric lights flash under the dome made of steel and concrete, like shining stars. The transparent glass wall several meters long divides this huge unprecedented perfection.

This is the miracle of human industry. It is hailed as the industrial creation of the old Dunling Central Railway Station. It is the transportation heart of the old Dunling. Hundreds of railways extend from this heart to every place in the old Dunling. Territory, huge water vapor gushes out of it, and finally condenses on the surrounding steel, the air is humid and cold.

  Lorenzo stood on the edge of the platform, still wearing the standard attire, a black deerstalker hat and a pitch-black coat, underneath it was a white lining, and the pocket watch's chain slightly exposed the corners of the pocket.

  He is an ordinary traveler, as if he is going to meet a certain friend, he is still holding a brown box in his arms, one corner is slightly opened, and there are bright flowers inside.

  Sitting on a bench on one side, Lorenzo lowered his head and took out his pocket watch to watch the time, erected like a sculpture among the crowd.

  He continued this for a long time, until the melodious siren sounded.

  The creation of steel swallowed endless steam slowly, dragging more than 20 carriages behind him, the steel was condensed with icy dew, like a giant python wandering on the earth.

  There is a bronze statue of a lion on the heavy front of the car, and the rusty car body is painted with white writing. That is the name of the train.

The   Glorious steam train was built decades ago to commemorate the victory of the Glorious War, but most of it has been retired with the passage of time. Lorenzo did not expect to see it today.

  It is also part of the snake system in the atrium, connecting the whole world. With just a few silver coins, you can reach anywhere in the world at will, and this is the power of technology.

  Distance is no longer the reason for restricting people's progress. Even Lorenzo wants to go to the mysterious Ende Town. There are trains tonight, and he just caught up.

   "Mr. needs..."

   "No need."

  The flight attendant watched Lorenzo walking by and tried to help him with his luggage, but he refused before he met Lorenzo.

  Lorenzo had a cold look that made the flight attendants at a loss, but he saw countless guests every day, and this episode didn't make him mind at all.

Entering the carriage, Lorenzo ran straight to his position, and finally stopped at a position by the window, and then put the suitcase by his feet. Although the movement was very light, when the suitcase fell, anyone could do it. Feel the weight of this box. This is full of weapons for hunting demon.

Although Lorenzo has never mentioned it directly, he is actually a retired demon hunter. As he said to Sabo at that time, becoming a priest is a prerequisite for becoming a templar. The elite will become a demon hunter.

Obviously the demon is dead, and he has enjoyed six years of retirement, but now these guys are back, and this is Lorenzo’s bottom line, no matter what disputes of interest, he must find out why this group of damned Something appeared again.

  At the end of this train is a city in the west, because a large amount of minerals have been discovered in the west, where development has been started in recent years, but the degree of development is not high, and it has not attracted people’s attention.

Lorenzo’s goal was not there. According to the information he got on the train station’s map, the mysterious town of Ende was also connected to the train. About three months ago, everything was completed, but the railway was not public. Open, he can only get off the car and walk when approaching there.

  But... a small town almost forgotten has a direct railway? How good is it!

Lorenzo smelled the conspiracy in an instant, and the truth was exactly as he thought. About a year ago, an anonymous philanthropist donated money to build this railway. The purpose is unknown, but from what Lorenzo has experienced now Look, everything is very clear.

  All this was premeditated.

  This is an escape route specially built for the escape of the sacred coffin, presumably the food of Sabo was also transported there by this railway.

   "It's really troublesome..."

  Lorenzo has a headache. It takes a lot of time to do this. It is impossible to transport food only once, and no one knows what the "food" is.

  Looking at the transportation volume and time of a railway, there will be more things transported there than I expected.

  The atmosphere was a bit tragic for a while, and I felt like I was rushing to Huangquan single-handedly.

  But Lorenzo doesn't care about these, this is his bottom line, he must take a look, no matter what.

   Just as he thought so, there was another person in front of him. He was sitting opposite Lorenzo, smiling.

  "Good evening, sir, are you going to see a friend."

The man was about the same age as Lorenzo, he was twenty-four or five, wearing ordinary clothes, ordinary appearance, and ordinary temperament. Everything was so ordinary, but when gathered together, it seemed extremely abrupt. .

  He is too ordinary, ordinary to dazzling.

   "Yeah, I haven't visited him for a long time."

  Lorenzo replied casually, but his eyes fell on the box, which was filled with flowers, and the intoxicating fragrance was peaceful.

  A classic gift box from a street flower shop. When one can’t figure out what to give, it’s always right to buy one.

   "Friendship lasts forever, it’s great."

   "Yes, it feels really good, what about you? The west is very backward, and everyone doesn't want to go except traveling."

  Faced with Lorenzo’s question, the man thought for a while, a little sadness appeared on his face and then sighed.

   "I don't want to go, but I need to work."

   "Need a job? I guess..."

  Lorenzo narrowed his eyes. He carefully observed the man, using his few detective skills to analyze his identity.

If you talk about work, the only ones in the west that count as work are mines, but he is very tidy and his fingers are very clean. There is no trace of working in a coal mine. Although the overall temperament is very mediocre, it is so A faint strange smell, smelling like motor oil.

  "Mechanic? Except for mining in the west, those mechanics are already there. Presumably some machine is broken, so let's fix it."

   hit the bullseye, the man suddenly became energetic and looked at Lorenzo with a bit of curiosity. He wanted to use this small chat to pass the long time on the road, but he did not expect to meet an interesting person.

   "How did you guess it?"

"Because my roommate is a mechanic. Just like you, he smells of engine oil. He has cocoons on his hands. He must be on call. The machines in the factory are often broken. When the manpower is insufficient, he is just like you. I have to hurry back to fix it everywhere."

   To tell the truth, this man with a sense of haggard and dark circles is just a copy of Lorenzo’s roommate, so it’s a very cordial look.

   "I haven't seen him for almost half a month, I'm afraid I didn't die in the factory."

   "Really... I don't know how to put it..."

  The man smiled dryly and scratched his head. He was also very uncomfortable with this **** job.

   "Then what do you do?" The man was curious about Lorenzo.

"Um……"

  Lorenzo thought, he said.

   "Detective, a second-rate detective."

  As for the specific business or something, Lorenzo does not intend to talk about it. After all, whether it is catching a junior or serving a shrike, this is not visible, and it is even more difficult to say about fighting with demons in the depths.

   "Detective?"

The word    seemed to touch the nerves of the man. This time, he really looked at Lorenzo upright, and his gaze swept back and forth. The hidden feature gradually overlapped with a person in his memory.

   "Then how do you call it?"

  As if to make the final confirmation, the man stretched out his hand and pretended to make friends.

  Lorenzo naturally stretched out his hand to hold him together, and then pulled a hearty smile on his face.

   "Lorenzo Holmes."

  Listening to the detective’s name, the man was taken aback, but his emotions were well hidden by him. He continued to smile, no doubt as usual.

   "Mun Naledo."

  Looking at the detective who was torn apart by the hatred of Arthur and Shrike, Kestrel said his name.

  (End of this chapter)