A beautiful day starts when you open your eyes and see the ceiling covered with posters.
For the person lying in bed, seeing those strange posters at first glance is good news, as it proves that he woke up at home instead of waking up in some strange place.
Lorenzo woke up. Although as a witcher he could easily relieve his fatigue with a very short sleep, he still preferred to sleep till dawn like a normal person. During his wonderful farm life, Lorenzo even slept for a whole day.
He liked this lazy feeling, and even the journey to death seemed slow.
"Good morning! Good morning!"
The detective greeted everyone happily, even though there were only the landlord and two other residents in the whole house. Maybe it was because it was the God's birthday, everyone got along much better that night. Even Sig responded to Lorenzo's greetings, but he still felt a little uncomfortable with Lorenzo, but this was much better than remaining silent with cold eyes.
Mrs. Van Lude was sitting on the sofa, reading a book as usual. For safety reasons, the messy ammunition boxes had been disposed of by the Seleutian people.
It has to be said that these great nobles showed their true colors at this time. When those people came to move the things, pedestrians on the street all looked sideways, and some even suspected that there were some terrorists hiding here.
Fortunately, with Seleu's identity involved, Mrs. Van Lude only received some warnings. Ingwig did not care much about personal possession of firearms, but this number of firearms was a bit too much.
The most embarrassed person was a man who seemed to be an officer. He stood in the living room, looking at the large map hanging on the wall. The wartime numbers had not been removed. It was just hanging there carelessly. He wanted to take the map back, but was scolded by Mrs. Van Rudd for a long time.
In her words, it's just a decoration.
"How's your job search going?"
Out of kindness or because she had finally gotten through that damn menopause, Mrs. Van Rudd began to prepare breakfast for the two of them.
At the dinner table in the morning, Lorenzo asked Sigg beside him.
Sig was eating in silence and answered vaguely, "Still looking."
Mrs. Van Rudd had a kind look on her face, and she seemed pleased with Sig's repentance and compensation.
Sig's secret could not be hidden for long. Everyone knew about his use of hallucinogens and his expulsion very early on. Fortunately, Sig tried hard to restrain himself and broke free from it. He joined a mutual aid group and found a psychologist. With the guidance and care of many people, his life began to return to normal.
Maybe it was because of his resurrection from the dead, Lorenzo's emotions became richer, and sometimes he would care about his roommate, although this roommate still couldn't accept Lorenzo, this peerless **.
“Boom boom boom!”
There was a sudden knock on the door.
The three of them looked towards the door with some confusion. It was no wonder that they lived under the same roof. The age span and social status of the three of them were very different. But despite these differences, they had something very strange in common: none of them had many friends.
Lorenzo seldom saw Mrs. Van Roode go out, and no one visited her. She slowly rotted in the house. Sometimes Lorenzo felt that Mrs. Van Roode took in tenants because she was afraid that she would die at home one day and no one would find her.