121A Cork Street, Elins East, Outer City.
A week has passed since that crazy night. During this period, no one came to the door and nothing strange happened. Everything was like a dream, and nothing was left after waking up.
Lorenzo tried to find the Shrike, who was carrying a lot of ammunition under his black windbreaker and looked like he was going to massacre the city. Unfortunately, no one knew what had happened to the Shrike and he hadn't shown up for many days.
Lying in the bathtub, the warm water washes away the fatigue in the body, and the whole body is soaked in the warm water, enjoying the hard-earned tranquility.
Mrs. Van Luder was taking a nap, and her cheap roommate seemed to be working overtime in the factory, so Lorenzo was the only one left in this small house.
There was a dim light above his head and the breath of life coming from the streets. He couldn't help but relax. He picked up a cigarette and smoked it hard. It felt really good.
Lorenzo had not come into contact with demons for many years. His connection with darkness was about to be severed, but it seemed that the hideous darkness refused to let him go and grabbed him just when he was about to forget about it.
He climbed out of the bathtub, wrapped in a white bath towel, and walked towards the room wetly. The wounds on his body were still healing. Apart from the more serious injuries, some minor injuries had almost healed, leaving only dark red marks that had not yet recovered.
Since that night, not only did Shrike not look for him, but even Eve had lost contact. Lorenzo didn't care about these. The only things that were giving him a headache were a few suspicious points.
At present, it can be confirmed that Wall's abnormality is demonization. He is a crew member of the Silver Fish and has come into contact with the mysterious sacred coffin. It is certain that all the people on the ship have been contaminated, which means that there are at least sixteen potential demons roaming around in the city.
The next suspicious point is the mysterious organization that attacked the underground palace that night. I remember that I encountered such a large pile of stomach grass in the secret passage, but nothing abnormal happened in Jiudunling after that night. So there is only one result, that the mysterious organization handled everything perfectly.
Judging from the small, Lorenzo speculated that the scale of the mysterious organization should not be smaller than the Demon Hunting Cult.
What a hassle...
Things gradually became clear. This was a game between two mysterious organizations, and he was the unlucky guy involved.
The only thing that is still unclear is Shrike's position in this matter. Lorenzo has always thought that he is an underground emperor who makes his fortune from smuggling business, but now it seems that Shrike is also full of doubts.
With a sigh, Lorenzo put on his clothes, packed up, and left home.
Winchester hid under his windbreaker, which was close to his body, with his black deerstalker hat pressed down hard, slightly covering his gray-blue eyes. His staff sword was broken in the fight with Sabo, and the new weapon was still being cast at the blacksmith.
"It's really rare..."
Looking up, endless dome light was pouring down from the gloomy sky. It was hard to believe that the weather in Old Dunling was actually a little brighter today. Although the dark clouds were still there, at least there were some cracks in them, allowing the light to pour down.
Lorenzo already has a new life. He shouldn't have been involved in these things. The best choice now is to buy a boat ticket to travel somewhere and have a good rest. But everyone should have a bottom line. Although it is difficult to associate Lorenzo, such a bad person, with the word "bottom line", it is certain that this person does have a bottom line, but it is too low, about five meters underground.