The times are progressing and changing. New things happen every day, which are extremely fascinating and exciting.
Even when Lorenzo found himself back in the streets of Old Dunling, he still had no idea where the broken dome was.
He went in blindfolded and came out blindfolded, breathing in the cold and humid air, and a smile inexplicably appeared on his cold face.
At this moment, his identity has become completely different. He has changed from an external detective of the Su Yalan Hall to an external detective of the Purification Agency. In a sense, Lorenzo has really become a traitor of the Demon Hunting Cult. After all, before its dissolution, the relationship between the two organizations was not very good.
A dark carriage was parked behind him with its door wide open. Joey was sitting in the carriage watching Lorenzo leave.
The moment Lorenzo left the Broken Dome, his information was stuffed into the transmission capsule, traveled along the complex pipeline, and was finally sealed and archived. So at that moment, Lorenzo Holmes joined the battle sequence of the Purification Agency.
He could hear the creaking sound of the door rubbing against each other. From that moment on, countless secret doors in the world opened to Lorenzo. Although it might be only temporary, from that moment on he was no longer alone. Behind him stood the Purification Mechanism, the Old Dunling, and the huge machine called Inglvig, which roared and ran, crushing all obstacles in its path.
"Mr. Holmes, I look forward to hearing from you."
Joey's voice came from far behind him. Lorenzo turned around and could only see a waving hand out of the car window and the carriage gradually disappearing in the mist.
Dim lights lined up one after another in the fog. Lorenzo wrapped his clothes tightly and strode forward.
But the monotonous footsteps began to become disordered, but then returned to unity, as if someone was trying to follow Lorenzo's pace. He tilted his head slightly. Watson was walking side by side with him. Seeing her appearance, Lorenzo was slightly stunned.
It can change into many shapes, or it can be said that it has no fixed form. It has a specific form only so that low-level mortals like Lorenzo can understand its existence. But what surprised Lorenzo was that it seemed to like this appearance very much. This face that cannot be named, she wears different clothes every time she appears in Lorenzo's eyes, like a caring female companion who adapts to various occasions, although only Lorenzo can see her.
"This is a very interesting case."
Watson was wearing a windbreaker similar to Lorenzo's at the moment. Although he looked so indifferent, he stepped hard in the puddles with his rain boots like a naughty child.
But she was only acting on the illusion in Lorenzo's mind. Watson could only be trapped in Lorenzo's eyes and could not interfere with the reality at all. So she stepped hard with her rain boots, but did not stir up any splashes. The water surface was calm, and she seemed to be walking on the water.
"Why, do you have any ideas?"
Lorenzo said sarcastically that his understanding of Watson was limited to a general idea, and those who really knew what kind of person she was basically died on the night of the Holy Coming, so he was very wary of her.
"Sure, want to hear it?"