Ember Gun

  Chapter 42 Pollution

   "You...you mean I touched the secret blood a long time ago and became the so-called qualified person?"

Eve said in disbelief that her first half of her life was so easy in her memory. She was the princess of Phoenix. The whole old people were waiting for her to grow up. Whoever married her It is equivalent to owning half of a great Phoenix home.

"Yeah, this is the only result. It seems that Old Dunling is more complicated than I thought. For example, I thought the demons were already dead, but after so many years, I actually met them in Old Dunling. "

  Lorenzo said casually, this kind of thing is not even a thing in his opinion, at least people are still alive.

"The demon was extinct more than ten years ago. It was the most carnival in the history of the hunting sect. Everyone drank alcohol and hangovers, poured burning holy water on the last demon, and watched it die in pain and wailing. ."

"For the sake of insurance, the Demon Hunting Order continued to monitor the world for several years and confirmed the complete death of the demon. There is no prey in the forest for hunters to hunt, so I retired and came to Jiudunling to pursue my dreams, just like me As said, I really dream of being a detective."

Talking like an old woman, Lorenzo is really peculiar, and his gossip outlines a hideous and terrifying world, and his tone sounds like teasing a big cat in a zoo, and I don’t know if he is. It's still natural to get used to it.

optimism?

Looking at that lazy and world-weary face, the warm sunlight reflected on his face through the glass. It was a beautiful scene, but his expression felt like someone owed him millions. He was cold and ruthless before. Completely missing.

  This...it's just heartless, right?

   "Wait, that means you are also the so-called qualified person?"

  Eve only recalled at this time that Lorenzo, like her, was also a qualified person with secret blood, and even said that Lorenzo knew more.

   "Yes, but it doesn't matter."

  He didn't seem to care, and stood up slowly, Lorenzo looked at Eve.

  "Eve, your business is much more complicated than what we are talking about now, but at least it seems that you are still safe, but if necessary, this is my business card."

  Looking at the drenched business card, it was only then that Eve remembered that Lorenzo was still a detective. Although he was not influential, at least he should be the best to fight among the detectives.

   "Up to state secrets, to catch the small three detectives. If it is related to monsters, please double the price."

  Combing his wet hair, Lorenzo picked up Winchester on the side and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?"

   asked Eve hastily.

   "Go home?"

  Lorenzo turned his head, I don't know when he can walk steadily. It is an unimaginable vitality.

   "But... didn't you still let the doctor take the medicine?"

"I just want to take him away. After all, my'friend' is miserable enough. The only child who is divorced in the middle age doesn't seem to live with him. Let him deepen his connection with the dark? Let this poor man go. "

   Obviously he knocked on Buscarlo's door with a shotgun, but now he is hypocritical, and sometimes Eve is a little unsure of what the detective is going on.

  He is like the wind, his actions always precede words, and the door is closed when Eve wants to say something. Lorenzo left.

Suddenly there seemed to be a feeling of emptiness, like a hamster being opened up in the house, filled with that inexplicable feeling everywhere, Eve knew that he had stepped into the darkness, and there was no other way but to move on, although some Fear, but at least the real world became clear in her eyes.

  Looking down, cheap ink is used on the wet business card. The handwriting has been smudged, but the text can still be faintly recognized.

  "Outer City, East Ilins District, 121A Cork Street."

   "Lorenzo Holmes."

  ...

  The sun shines through the glass windows, expelling all the cold wind before winter, and the body is warm and comfortable.

   Shrike opened his eyes with difficulty, and above his head was the familiar ceiling, full of mythological paintings. The gods angered and cast down the fire, expelling the twisted demon from the world.

  Looking at Shrike and smiled suddenly, he felt that if someone painted again in the future, he should paint some airships and cannons. This thing is much more useful than an ethereal god.

  I remember that this place used to be a monastery, but it was later converted into a hospital. Every time I was injured and comatose, I would always wake up here, just like the restart point of life, but every time I wake up, I will bring unpleasantness.

  Shrike tried to move, but his hands seemed to be bound, unable to move.

  Sure enough...

"you're awake?"

The familiar voice sounded on the other side, and the shrike was a little stunned and turned his head. The robin was lying on the bed next to him with a blood-stained bandage on his chest, wearing a ventilator, and the sound was like a broken blower with a loud hiss. Voice.

   "Are you still alive?"

  Shrike was a little happy and a little unbelievable. That sword should have been fatal.

   "Yes, Galahad's sword stabbed crooked."

  The Robin looked at the shrike sideways. Although his mouth was relaxed, his injury was still very serious, and he seemed to be struggling to turn his head.

   "It's good to be alive, what happened in the end?"

"It's Nicholas, you also know that the thinking of the group of lunatics in the pump of perpetual motion cannot be guessed at all. They regard the battle as an experiment of the original sin armor, and the experiment failed, and Galahad was out of control. We used a lot of effort. I just subdued him. As for where he is now, I don't know."

  Shrike spoke slowly. He was still afraid of the night ten hours ago. The dark angel opened his arms to him, and the sharp wings almost cut him into pieces.

   "But what is certain is that now he should be alive rather than dead. After all, in the eyes of the group of Perpetual Motion Pumps, we are all experimental products and have no human rights."

  Shrike wanted to swear, but his violent words caused pain all over his body, which was really terrible.

  "I hope you can understand them. They are just a group of people who exchange ethics for knowledge...great people. Our society needs such people. Of course, they cannot be too many."

  Kestrel walked into the ward. As the high-ranking knight stationed in Old Dunling, who was still idle, he felt that he had to visit his two surviving colleagues.

   "Thank the crazy world that needs them, or I will send those crazy people to a mental hospital to death."

The robin beside    said weakly.

  Kestrel walked to the bedside of the two of them. Although the injuries were serious, at least the two of them woke up. At this time, a group of nurses came in and pushed a complicated instrument.

When he saw this thing, the Shrike got a headache. He tried to get out of bed, but these nurses didn't give him a chance at all. One of the nurses strode over and lifted the shrike's quilt. He was dressed in a white medical suit and bandages, and his limbs were firmly bound by restraints mixed with leather and linen.

  "Sir, please cooperate. This is the process. We need to make sure that you are not contaminated."

  The head nurse said that he pulled the instrument to the side of Shrike’s bed, and the other two looked at it happily.

The pollution of demons is very strange. Everything related to demons can become the means of transmission of pollution. After years of accumulated knowledge of the decontamination agencies, they discovered that pollution first starts with nerves, first corrupts human will, and then becomes flesh and blood. Distorted, in the end this victim will become a new source of pollution.

In order to guard against this kind of viral outbreak, every time the decontamination agency conducts a volition appraisal of the participants after fighting against the demon. This appraisal method was invented by the group of perpetual pumps, which made Shrike even more want to kill. They are.

  Kestrel is at the outermost periphery, and the robin is too severely injured to withstand the toss, so this appraisal was carried out entirely for the sake of shrike.

  I saw the nurses skillfully picked up the scissors to cut off part of the hair behind the shrike’s head, and then gently inserted the needle electrode into it.

   "There may be some pain next."

   said the nurse.

   "I did it. I know how much this ghost hurts."

Shrike said helplessly. It was another thing that he couldn't bear more than the pain. But before he could finish speaking, the head nurse pulled down the switch. With some sparks from the instrument, Shrike seemed to be caught. After staying, I feel that my whole body is going down.

  First the soft bed, then the concrete layer, then the deeper part, falling all the way down, plunged into darkness.

  　 I had another interview. I don’t want to work anymore, so I can’t ask you to save more and vote. If you put it on the shelves, you can subscribe more. It’s annoying to be unemployed.

  (End of this chapter)