Slowly opened his eyes... In fact, Lorenzo had been awake for a while, but he had never opened his eyes to observe where he was.
Lorenzo was thinking. He was a little curious about where he would wake up this time. After all, the last memory he had was him fainting on the ground.
Every time after fainting, Lorenzo would wake up in some strange place. Every time the first thing he saw was a different ceiling. It seemed that this ceiling was the real "save point". Every time he woke up it was a new beginning, so he wondered what this time would be like.
A metal ceiling? A wall that looks like a mural? Or a ceiling covered with posters that looks like an advertising wall
Finally I opened my eyes, and what I saw was brown and light yellow interwoven patterns, which were intertwined to form a picture that continued to stretch out, with light-colored curtains falling at the four corners.
etc…
Lorenzo sat up suddenly. The terrible headache seemed to be over, but all trauma would leave marks, even mental injuries. Lorenzo could still feel the dull pain in his head.
But this is not the time to think about it.
He looked at the surroundings. Although there were not many luxurious decorations, judging from the decorative style that faintly revealed an air of nobility, this was not a place where someone like Lorenzo could easily come.
On the chair beside the soft bed were Lorenzo's clothes, not just clothes, but also a new set of clothes, and the weapons he carried were also laid out one by one, like a pile of doll accessories, clear and distinct.
But a new question arises. The clothes are here, so what are you wearing
Looking down, Lorenzo was wearing a light blue pajamas. It looked like it was not specially prepared for him, and the clothes were much looser.
"No, this situation is not right..."
Lorenzo muttered to himself.
After so many years of struggling in Old Dunling, he had seen all kinds of situations. If he was told that he woke up and was being hung up and prepared to be executed, he would not be surprised. But now he was in such a place... He had never seen such a situation before.
"Isn't it possible that he hasn't woken up yet..."
Lorenzo thought about it and made this decision.
So he lay back down and pulled the covers over his head, and after about a minute, Lorenzo sat up again.
He can't sleep.
Lorenzo climbed up from the bed, picked up the Winchester, and walked out of the room.
As a demon hunter, he has seen all kinds of storms.
Outside the door was a quiet corridor with a carpet extending to the end of the sight. Through the window on the side, Lorenzo could see the gloomy sky of Old Dunling, the solid walls extending to the ground, and the garden area that separated it from the crowded streets.
"Are you awake?"
Suddenly a voice sounded behind me.
Lorenzo subconsciously swung the Winchester's gun, and then a familiar face came into his eyes.
"Good morning, Mr. Holmes."
Looking at this "uninvited guest", Yawei tried his best to put on a kind smile.
Lorenzo looked at Yawei, then at the scenery outside the window, and he seemed to know where he was.