Seleu left, and 121A Cork Street seemed unusually peaceful under the night sky. It was like a sleeping old man, nestling peacefully in the corner of the street. Except for the flickering sign, everything else was extremely dull.
Lorenzo simply tidied up the room, piled the garbage in a corner, and wiped clean some hairy and moldy places. Although it was not tiring, it was very troublesome. In Lorenzo's opinion, this was not as easy as killing monsters.
After tidying up roughly, Lorenzo returned to his room, walked up the stairs and came to two doors. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen these things for too long, and Lorenzo felt very strange at the moment.
For a moment he remembered the past, when another door was half-open and the sound of deep sleep could be heard from inside... It was a pity that he could not go back. Ever since the storm, Lorenzo had locked Sigg's room, and everything inside was the same as when he left, as if he might suddenly return one day.
Without thinking too much, after so long, Lorenzo had accepted what happened at that time. He pushed open his door, sat by the window, and looked at the dim street.
He turned on the radio, and after the noisy sound of electricity, the host talked about some neighborhood stories. He picked up a bottle of wine that had been opened who knows how long ago, sniffed the smell, and after thinking that the witcher would not die from food poisoning, he took a big sip.
It was just getting dark and there were still people walking on the street. Some young people had just come out of a bar. They were staggering and shouting loudly as they walked. Finally, they leaned against a street lamp, hugged the lamp pole and vomited violently.
Seeing this scene, Lorenzo could not help laughing. It was like observing the living habits of a small animal. The young man lay on the ground after vomiting. His friends burst into laughter. As a result, one of the guys stepped on the sticky vomit, slipped and fell to the side of the road.
In fact, from this perspective, the world is quite happy.
Lorenzo withdrew his gaze and looked at the empty room. Only then did Lorenzo realize that he was a somewhat boring person. At this moment, he could not think of anything else to do except go to bed.
Thinking of this, he climbed onto the bed and covered himself with the quilt. The street light shone through the window into the dim room, barely illuminating a corner of the ceiling, where he could see some messy posters pasted on it.
Some new store advertisements, travel flyers, and some strange rally promotions all have different printing times, some are a few months ago, and some are a few years ago.
"Ah... That's fast."
Lorenzo looked at the familiar poster, and all his past memories came to his mind in an instant. At this moment, he had a feeling of hindsight, and when he looked back, he realized that so much time had passed.
There were some new ones posted on it, but most of them were cut newspapers. Seleu's face was blurred on the black and white newspapers, and there was a line of large characters next to it, saying "Young Duchess". There was also a real-time exclamation, people exclaimed that this might be the biggest rainy season in Old Dunling in recent years, and then there was a leaflet, an Orthodox leaflet.
These strange things make up Lorenzo's new life. When he saw them, he felt it was a little unbelievable that he had been in Jiudunling for so long.