Lorenzo didn't think he had anything to do with the gentle word "home", but every time he saw the old Dunling again after experiencing life and death, Lorenzo would feel a sense of intimacy as if he had returned to "home".
The machines worked ceaselessly, the fires in the furnaces burned and rose, and the rain rushed through the channels and finally returned to the Thames.
Even this damn rainy season cannot stop this society from turning. Umbrellas gather into rivers, running through the city streets. Iron snakes swim like fish, moving forward accompanied by the sound of whistles, or when car doors are opened during the steam surges, countless mermaids jump out.
Under the Atrium Snake system, the traffic in the entire city still runs in an orderly manner, but the horse-drawn carriages that symbolize status and wealth have become ridiculous. Compared with the advanced machinery, they have become backward... In fact, horse-drawn carriages could still be seen everywhere on the streets a few years ago, but now with the development of machinery, they are becoming less and less.
Sometimes people even feel that the city is alive, it is growing and changing, like a big tree, with its own ecosystem, an ecosystem of steel and machinery.
Lorenzo stood on the street corner, wet and covered in dirty blood.
Because it was the rainy season, the war airships dived one after another, and the main force of city security supervision became the mounted police, who marched on the streets in the heavy rain.
Given the current complicated situation, Lorenzo didn't want to alarm anyone, and he had just escaped death. Lorenzo now only hoped to return safely to 121A Cork Street and have a good sleep in his familiar apartment.
With tattered clothes and no umbrella, he might be mistaken for a stranger sneaking in from the downtown area.
Lorenzo thought so and then approached the street. He was considering whether to rob a passerby of his umbrella and clothes. Just as he was about to do it, he saw a familiar face.
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The man walked slowly on the street holding an umbrella. After getting over the grief of divorce, he slowly discovered the joy of life. He could sleep in the living room or in the kitchen, hang out outside all day, or get drunk in the bathroom.
He was extremely free. For a moment he felt that he had been living in bondage for the first half of his life. He had to think twice before doing anything and also consider other people's thoughts.
He felt great now, with the bag filled with wine, and even the wet vapor became milder.
Life was really good, until he saw a homeless guy appear in front of him. He couldn't see him clearly, but as he got closer, his face gradually became full of fear.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to find a place to hide, but he was still too slow. Just as he was about to move, a hand grabbed the handle of his umbrella, and the two of them rode under the same umbrella, like a pair of close friends.
"Long time no see! Director Buscaro!"
Looking at that bad expression and smelling the blood so close, Buscaro felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly, but this is where life is difficult. Obviously, this guy in front of him is extremely annoying, but Buscaro still has to show an expression of an old friend.