Ember Gun

  Chapter 49 Death Train

  Mun Renardo...or Kestrel, he looked at the detective in front of him with great interest. There are many legends about this guy, but he didn't expect to see him today.

  The mysterious detective who arrived in Old Dunling six years ago, in order to win the support of Shrike in Old Dunling, created the terrifying Honghe tragedy at that time.

  Kestrel can barely be counted as one of the participants. He knew the case very well. At that time, various forces in the Xiacheng District were rising, the nobles colluded with gangs, and the status of Shrike was faltering. There was no ability to control this group of thugs. In order to regain its dominance in Xiacheng, Shrike gave Lorenzo the first task.

  Investigate the evidence of crimes committed by gangs and nobles. As long as there is evidence, the army will enter the Lower City and reshuffle everything. The nobles who try to control the Lower City will also be liquidated.

  In return, the shrike will give Lorenzo, a stranger, a new life, a completely legal identity, a dream job, and a brand new life.

  Lorenzo finally did it, just using a method that completely exceeded everyone's imagination.

  Find the group of people, use torture to get them to say everything, and then kill them. When Shrike arrived, there were floating corpses floating on the entire Thames, and the turbid river water turned dark red. With a scream, one name after another was added to the list.

   "Oh, it's not a good place to tell the truth. It takes hundreds of years to see such a sunny day, and it makes people feel bad."

  Lorenzo became speechless, looking at the darkness outside the window, he couldn't help holding the petals in the flower box and crushing them, with a faint fragrance in his hands.

   "Yes, but the west side is much better. Although it's going to work, it's a tourist."

  Kestal smiled and replied.

  He thought that Lorenzo Holmes would be a cold-blooded embryo killer, but the inherent impression of getting along for such a period of time was broken, but he did not take it lightly and pretended to be such a thing, everyone can.

   "Well, I'll go to the bathroom."

   Speaking of Kestrel greeted Lorenzo, and then walked to the carriage behind him, the smile on his face disappeared for a moment when he turned his head, instead he looked cold.

  This mission is very important. In order to ensure that the weapons from Berhans were not discovered by any curious passenger, Kestrel took the lead to guard the cargo during this distance, but he did not expect to encounter Lorenzo here.

  According to the dictation of Shrike on the hospital bed, he abducted Eve Phoenix. Although it is not clear how he escaped from the underground palace, it is clear that this mysterious detective is related to a monster.

The cleansing agency maintains a tough approach to such people. According to the normal process, on the second day of the collapse of the underground palace, there will be a knight with a sophisticated weapon knocking on Lorenzo’s door, only because of Lorenzo’s Red River tragedy. The record, coupled with the lack of the upper knight, only slowed down Lorenzo's arrest.

  Now that the shit-chucking stick came to the Glory, the Kestrel didn’t know what he was going to do, but let’s tell the shrike to be on the safe side.

   Pushed open a heavy iron door, and after passing through the cargo box in front, even the train crew did not notice that there was an extra section on the front end of their train.

  Behind the heavy steel plate are the well-armed soldiers, carrying the weapons given by the Mechanical Academy, which is a group of cold killing machines.

The radio station is placed in the middle of the carriage. It has all kinds of supplies. It is not so much a carriage as a mobile command post. There are soldiers guarding at the end. After that, it is the forbidden gate. Weapons from Burhans Sleeping quietly there.

   "Tell Shrike to be prepared, we have some unwelcome guests here."

After speaking, the Kestrel took a revolver from the weapon rack and hid it under his coat. The prerequisite for maintaining goodwill is that he has a weapon in his hand. For this guy who can crawl out of the underground palace without knowing it More vigilance cannot be overstated.

  Thinking about this, Kestrel was about to return to the seat, but suddenly thunderous gunfire sounded from the rear of the train.

  ...

a few minutes ago.

  Looking at the leaving Kestrel, Lorenzo looked out the window boredly, but there was nothing outside the window, only a piece of blackness, and his eyes fell bored in the carriage. Lorenzo looked at the passengers.

At first, Lorenzo was also a layman in the detective industry. I remember reading in a book that the best way to train a detective's "deduction method" is to look at passers-by and judge a person's occupation and experience from their dress to demeanor. and many more.

  At first, this training was a bit difficult for Lorenzo, because his eyes were always attracted by the young girls on the street, and then he was chased and killed by the street police...

  Well, let’s not talk about these unpleasant things. Lorenzo's eyes fell on a nearby passenger and looked at him.

The appearance of an ordinary middle-aged male, washed gray coat, carrying a heavy suitcase, like the Kestrel, this should be a hapless middle-aged man on a business trip, head leaning on the back of the chair, dizzy sleep.

  Then comes the next one, the next...

  Watching this way, Lorenzo discovered that there were no women or children in the entire carriage, and even no older people, basically all social animals like kestrels.

  Lorenzo stood up. He felt that something was wrong. This route is also a tourist route to a certain extent, but now it is all like workers going to work. There are no women and children, which is very wrong.

He didn't express too much expression. For safety, he picked up the suitcase and flower box, walked in the carriage at will, and pushed open a heavy iron door. Whether it was a flight attendant or something, there was an unspeakable feeling outside the window. In the extreme darkness, it seems that this train has entered the abyss at some point.

  But suddenly he seemed to see something and sat down in the corner of another carriage.

   "So why are you here?"

People who are connected with the darkness will also connect with each other, like a beacon in the dark, they will always see each other, even though the girl in front of her has completely dressed herself, but the smell of secret blood is for Lorenzo. It's so eye-catching.

   "Because I have a commission that I want to hand over to you."

   Raising his head, Eve’s white face was smeared with dirty soot, and there was panic in his bright eyes.

After escaping from Phoenix Manor by train, Eve found Lorenzo’s house according to the address on the business card, but it was Mrs. Van Lud who opened the door. Lorenzo had already left for the Central Railway Station. Fu worked hard and ran with all his strength to catch up with the Glory at the last minute.

"…what happened?"

  The girl's eyes made Lorenzo couldn't help being cautious.

   "I saw...the monsters."

  Eve finally uttered the word monster, and under constant pressure, she had to face the creation of this nightmare.

   "It's right beside me, they stared at me and said they found me..."

  Her voice was trembling. From the moment she escaped from Phoenix Manor, it was a desperate journey. The darkness had never had a horror, and it seemed that after that, it was full of spying demons.

   "I found you? The so-called Lingshi? It is only a certain degree of illusion, it will not affect the reality, you just understand it as a waking nightmare."

  Because he often smokes bellflower, Lorenzo is familiar with this kind of thing and comforts Eve.

To a certain extent, Lorenzo is actually trying to send Eve away, because at the end of this journey is the mysterious sacred coffin, ordinary people will only be eroded into a member of the demons, and like Eve’s. Once a person with secret blood is completely corroded, it will be a monster that is even more dangerous than ordinary monsters.

  Although I have killed many teammates, Eve is still so young, there is no need to go to this **** place.

   "No, unlike an illusion, it can really see me."

  Eve said anxiously, her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but because it was hard to describe that kind of thing, she thought hard and didn't know how to explain it.

   "It's like...like...the two worlds overlap each other!"

   Eve said loudly.

  "Didn't you say that? They can see us as they get deeper, I'm sure that monster saw me!"

   Eve talked with all her strength, and the darkness was chasing her, trying to engulf her with an open flame.

  The power of unknown and strange envelops everything. There are many ways for the transmission of the pollution of demons. It can be said that everything that can carry "information" can become the medium of their transmission.

  A beam of light that can be described.

  A painting that records images of demons.

  A book about fighting with him.

   Or a girl who was discovered by a demon and told of her fear.

   "I was discovered by..."

   seemed to have exhausted his strength, Eve finally said with horror and exhaustion.

So the lights in the burning carriage that accompany the circuit went out one by one, and the weird and twisted shadows slowly stood up from the dark corner. The world of nightmare and reality overlapped in this short moment, with a maddening hostility. Rubbing the claws and teeth.

  Eve drew out the revolver called Death Knell, and pointed the muzzle at the nameless darkness. She was frightened and angry, but it was so dark that she could not see anything.

   "Ah...it's really troublesome."

  In the darkness, surrounded by wolves, the man said weakly. It felt like a social animal who had been working for many days. He was suddenly called to work overtime when he was about to go home to rest.

  A warm hand gently stroked Eve's head, seeming to comfort her, and then the girl smelled a clear fragrance of flowers, so the soft petals fell like snow in the darkness, dancing wildly.

There are still delicate petals stuck to Winchester, smelling the fragrance and gunpowder, the flower box falls heavily on the ground, like a funeral, more petals fall, and the dazzling fire burst from the muzzle, reflecting The surrounding darkness also reflected the hideous passengers.

  (End of this chapter)