After sending Press away, Lorenzo sat on the Iron Snake for a while. After walking for a while, the lower city gradually appeared at the end of his sight.
The sky was gloomy, and the dilapidated houses seemed to be built of mud, water and wood at random. There were many buildings like this, like a strange and deformed tree, and this was a forest where they grew wildly.
Through the cracks in the trees, Lorenzo could see the godless people behind them. They gathered around the fire, the warm light flickering in the darkness, drawing the only warmth to get through the difficult rest of winter.
This is what most of the people in the Lower Town look like. They cannot survive in this cold city, nor do they have the energy to leave. Like trapped beasts, they rot bit by bit in the shadows.
Most young people with working capacity will go to factories. Although it is hard work, the wages here are indeed much higher, at least more promising than those in the downtown area. The rest may choose to join gangs. Although it is dangerous, at least they can guarantee food and clothing in this deformed forest.
Lorenzo picked up a cigarette, and a light mist rose up. After slowly floating up, it merged with countless dark clouds.
The muddy road was frozen solid due to the low temperature, making it extremely uncomfortable to walk on.
But Lorenzo didn't care about those things now. The people around him still looked unfriendly, but Lorenzo didn't have the spare time to waste on them this time.
The lower city is simply a microcosm of all chaos. Most of the gray industries in old Dunling are circulated here. Beneath the dirty and dilapidated environment is bloody gold.
Lorenzo's arrival this time was completely on impulse. There was no coachman to pick him up, and no one knew about it. He was alone.
He was like a hunter walking in the forest, searching for traces of prey.
"Florence..."
The detective muttered.
This city that exists in my memory has become vague after so many years, but the experiences I had there are still clear.
Life in Florence was pretty good if the Night of the Holy Visitation hadn't ruined everything. Although Lawrence, the culprit, was dead, there were still many mysteries that hadn't been solved.
For example, why did Lawrence rebel? He was a very special one among the witchers. He could be said to be the longest-lived and highest-ranking witcher. He already had everything, but in the end he chose to put it in the fire.
This question may never have an answer. Lawrence is dead, and the remaining flesh and blood have been merged with the Black Angel. That guy is deader than dead.
Sometimes this is where the helplessness of life lies, and in the end many questions will have no answers.
But without thinking about it, Lorenzo already had some ideas about the current situation. He guessed that the group of illegal immigrants were most likely from the Protestant sect in Florence, and their purpose was the "Revelation".
But the question is where is the Book of Revelation
After so many days of vigilance and searching, the cleanup agency still found nothing.
Judging from the number of demons that Lawrence cultivated at that time, there was indeed a group of a certain size behind him. But after Lawrence's death, that group seemed to have disappeared mysteriously, as if Lawrence's death took away everything related to him.