The city was slowly waking up, as iron snakes rushed through the accumulated water, splashing water half a person's height. It seemed that this gloomy rainy season also needed to rest for a while. It was rare that it did not continue to rain, but the dark clouds were still hanging high, blocking all the light.
The Iron Snake stopped at the intersection. As the door opened, Lorenzo was squeezed down by the crowd. He staggered and finally managed to steady himself in the flow of people.
As the birthplace of the Industrial Revolution, Old Dunling is extremely developed compared to the entire world. The steam engine has been spreading outward from here. Although it has greatly changed Ingwig and the surrounding countries in the course of so many years of changes, places other than Old Dunling are still not as advanced as Old Dunling.
For many foreigners, riding an iron snake would be a very novel experience. In their hometowns, there are trains and steam engines, but transportation within the city still mainly relies on horse-drawn carriages. This steel snake rumbling on the ground is very strange in their eyes.
Lorenzo felt almost the same way when he rode it for the first time. He held the handle tightly, fearing that the strange thing under his feet would explode in the next second.
Perhaps because the rain had stopped, more and more people were walking on the street, and a rustling sound came from the sewer nearby, as if countless rats were running wildly.
This is the other side of Old Dunling, the southern city area that Lorenzo rarely visits. Even when he comes here, he has to keep looking at the road signs. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally found his destination.
It was a bookstore located on the corner of the street. The door was slightly open, and from the outside one could see the mountains of books inside. However, for some reason, there were very few customers here, and almost no one came here. Even if there were customers, they pulled their hat brims tighter for some reason, as if they didn't want people to see them clearly, looking like thieves.
Lorenzo was a little confused, and when he was about to step into the bookstore, he could clearly feel the gazes of the passers-by around him.
It wasn't a malicious look, Lorenzo could sense it was more of a look of confusion and doubt.
As if there was anything wrong with Lorenzo entering a bookstore…
Lorenzo didn't care so much. After all, he was a demon hunter. He was not afraid of demons, so how could he be afraid of the eyes of passers-by
Pushing open the door, Lorenzo walked in boldly, and then he felt it.
Countless astonished eyes fell on Lorenzo, and the customers in the bookstore all looked at him out of the corner of their eyes, which made Lorenzo feel creepy.
What happened
Lorenzo swallowed and felt more and more that something was wrong, but he did not feel any sense of crisis. However, his hand was already on the handle of the folding knife, ready to kill at any time.
A guest came over, wearing a hat and lowering his head, holding a black bag in his hand, which was bulging and no one knew what was in it.
The customer walked very quickly. After leaving the bookstore, he ran straight into the alley around the corner.
"this… "
Lorenzo was a little confused, and then he heard the extremely small voice.