Ember Gun

  Chapter 101 The Detective and the Devil

The air was filled with stinky blood, as if a wild beast had just eaten here violently. There were meat scraps in the dried blood pool, kicking away the messy items on the ground, you can see the easy marks on the floor, it seems Something sharp has been scratched on it not long ago.

   "Do you have any ideas? Mr. Holmes?"

  Press tightly covered my mask, trying not to smell the fearful air.

  Since the handwriting on the wall was discovered just now, the state of this great detective was not very good, his face pale, as if he had just experienced a nightmare.

  The police officer moved a chair for him, and he sat in a pool of blood, facing the woman who died tragically on the bed, and the handwriting full of resentment on the wall.

"Quiet……"

  Lorenzo folded his hands together, with Erlang's legs tilted, he lowered his deerstalker hat, and Pres could not see his expression clearly.

   "Why don't you try to use bellflower? Can't you always find clues in the vision of the dead man?"

  Watson leaned behind the chair, and his voice echoed in Lorenzo's ear, full of temptation.

"But that will also deepen my connection with the darkness, and it will increase your chances of escape, won't it? So don't think about it. As a **** devil or a witch, this is your prison. Don't you want to go out. ."

  Lorenzo put down his hands, his eyes were fierce.

   "Until I find a way to kill you completely, I won't give you any chance."

  A silver bell-like laughter sounded, Watson gently hugged Lorenzo's neck and whispered.

  "But you have been accepting my gifts. Whether you survive or interrupt the connection with the Silent Temple, aren't these all dependent on the me who you hate most?"

Lorenzo looked at her coldly, but Watson left Lorenzo at this time. She looked at Pres on the side, but it seemed that only Lorenzo could see her, no matter how she moved or even touched her. Press, he didn't even react at all.

  Pres only felt the breeze blowing, which made him feel chill. He couldn't explain this feeling a little bit, and finally classified it as the old dull winter.

   "Go ahead, I don't need you, at least not now."

  Lorenzo stood up, and as he scolded, Watson slowly stepped backwards like a salute, until he disappeared into the air, only the voice echoed.

   "You know how to call me."

  So everything returned to calm, Lorenzo slowly stood up, his face solemn.

  "Do you have any opinion?"

  Pres looked at Lorenzo who got up. He thought the detective had any ideas now, so Lorenzo said.

   "A stranger who works in a factory will arouse the hatred of anyone?"

  Watson finally disappeared from his sight, and he was finally able to quietly think about the case before him.

  Although Watson, who appears strangely compared to the priority, is the most dangerous, but the Gospel Church has not been able to solve this problem for hundreds of years, and Lorenzo does not think he can do anything, it is better to focus on the present.

He was not only curious about why women died so tragically, but Lorenzo was even more curious about why it was here, where Watson officially fell off [Gap] and appeared in front of Lorenzo, this **** room, like a dark room. Someone in it pushed all of this to make the current encounter happen.

   "Wait, where are you going!"

  Looking at Lorenzo suddenly walking towards the door, Pres asked hurriedly.

   "Detective case."

  Lorenzo walked to the door as he said, the whole wooden door was skewed, and it seemed that the criminal broke through the door with brute force and began to commit torture.

In the past six years of Old Dunling, Lorenzo was not just a detective who took drugs when things were undecided, or the detective who broke everything in Winchester, he would also show his reasoning when necessary. , Like now.

"I like the acting class taught in college. The first class of the bald professor told us that acting is not only about acting the character’s identity, but also what he thinks, when the actor stands on the stage. , He is no longer himself, in that short time he became another person, from the inside to the outside."

After walking past the blood and residue, Lorenzo closed his eyes forcefully. In Pres’s confused eyes, Lorenzo died at that moment. Time seemed to flow backwards. The blood began to look back, and the messy items returned to belong. In its original position, the shattered wood chips were also pieced together one by one, and finally the intact door stood up again.

  The hands of the clock began to reverse, and finally accompanied by a knock on the door, the tired woman walked out of the bedroom and stood in front of the door, where she and Lorenzo coincided with each other.

  Lorenzo opened his eyes again, and he began to restore everything about the case in his mind.

  Understand a person and understand her behavioral logic, you can play her most perfectly, and restore the moment of death in the elapsed time.

   "She heard a knock on the door, and then walked to the door."

  Lorenzo said suddenly, and then stepped across the broken wooden door, looking at the large debris with a clear dent.

   "I think she wanted to observe who the other person is, but obviously that person can't bear her anger, and she punched the door without waiting for her to do anything."

  Lorenzo's gaze fell to the side corner. It was not far from the door, where it had a blood-stained tooth.

   "The woman was obviously stunned by this blow. She was strangled in her throat before she stood up. She couldn't make a sound, so no one noticed the tragedy."

  This is such a cruel torture, but no one noticed the screams in the morning, so it can only be said that the victim could no longer speak at that time, and he could not even make a sound.

  Pres was a little confused at first, but he realized it only after Lorenzo's successive narratives. At this moment, the detective was trying to reconstruct the scene at the time. He imagined himself as the tortured woman.

  No, just the victim is not enough, Lorenzo stepped suddenly to the other side of the door, and he looked at the mess in this place and whispered.

   "So what should you do now?"

  The goal of revenge is right in front of him. Judging from that tyrannical behavior, the murderer should be less sensible at this moment.

"Yeah, she is too noisy. You pinch her throat and smash her head fiercely until she can no longer resist... But this is obviously not a good place. It is easy to be spotted by the door. action……"

  Lorenzo looked at the large blood stains on the ground, some of which had faint traces, as if someone was struggling on the ground.

  The beastly murderer dragged the woman, he dragged her into the bedroom, and then the cruel execution began.

   "Let me think about it, how can I make a person feel unhappy and satisfy my deformed desire for revenge?"

Lorenzo once again stood in front of the woman's corpse. On the other side, Pres looked at Lorenzo with a little fear. At this moment, the great detective not only replaced himself in the role of a woman, but also the cruel The murderer, with a hideous face, was thinking about the execution that had already happened.

  But after a long time, Lorenzo's eyes suddenly became clear, he said.

   "This is not quite right."

   "What's wrong."

  Pres tried to talk to him. At the moment Lorenzo was just thinking about it, he finally had the appearance of a little urban legend, evil and terrible.

To a certain extent, Pres even felt that the reason why Lorenzo became an external detective was just that Sualan Hall took a fancy to his weird talent. Lorenzo could use it to become the best detective or the most terrifying. The criminals, all this is only in one thought.

  Just like now, Lorenzo is like the criminal genius. He and the cruel murderer are desperadoes. Only in this way can the desperadoes understand the desperadoes and know exactly what choice he will make.

   "How did he leave."

  Lorenzo looked back at Pres, with questions in his eyes.

"Obviously this is a cruel revenge. For this reason, the lunatic smeared her blood all over the room, and even said that I don't think the blood is enough, so he will always stain the blood on his body, right? What? All the blood seemed to be sealed in the room, and the murderer left without any trace.

  Unless he is a non-physical monster, otherwise he will always be stained with blood and leave a mark. "

  Lorenzo said and glanced quickly.

  Think about Lorenzo, how would you leave if you were the perverted murderer?

  Back to the same way? The smell of blood on your body will be more or less contaminated, and there will always be traces in the stairwell, but what should you do except this road?

  "Fire escape?"

  Pres finally played a little role, Lorenzo looked out the window fiercely and then opened the window and jumped out.

The fire ladder was built on both sides of the apartment. Because the building on Cork Street was relatively low and the old style did not contain this thing, Lorenzo actually forgot its existence for a while, and the cold wind poured into the clothes, Lorenzo heard a little The sound comes from the top of the head.

  The murderer did not leave?

  Thinking of this, Lorenzo ran hurriedly. The detective was incredibly fast. He rushed to the roof almost after a few breaths, and then drew Winchester from under the windbreaker.

   "Stop!"

  He yelled, and in response to him were two or three maintenance workers with a confused face. They sat beside the steam pipe on the roof and tightened the leaking place with a wrench.

  ……

As the birthplace of steam technology, Old Dunling has installed steam pipes connected to the pillars of the furnace everywhere, even this marginal place, steam pipes are all over people’s daily life, and because of the huge amount of installation, the old Basically every block in Dunling will have a group of maintenance workers responsible for repairing damaged steam pipes.

  You can always see maintenance workers in various places. As long as there is an extension of steam pipes, they will exist. In a sense, this profession is similar to Lorenzo's "Life Pass".

   "So you gave this case to such a lunatic? Pres, you are right!"

In the blood-stained room, the middle-aged Sergeant Donas scolded Pres. He was one of the people in the Suaran Hall who clearly opposed Lorenzo’s appointment. He has always had a bad impression of Lorenzo. He came here after getting news from the hall, but he didn't expect that the detective he hated the most would also be here.

  Pres lowered his head and remained silent. Donas was his superior. He didn't have the courage to yell at this grumpy middle-aged man, all when he was farting.

   "And you, get out of here, I'll be responsible for this case!"

  After shouting at Pres, Donas then shouted at Lorenzo.

  Lorenzo nodded, but did not look at him, paced where he was, and could hear him muttering to himself.

   "It shouldn't be."

There is only a group of maintenance workers on the roof. They have repaired the steam pipes in the morning until now. According to their testimony, there are only a few of them on the roof from morning to now, and they have not heard the sound of the fire ladder being lowered. Everything is very good. Normal, weirdly normal.

   "Did you listen to me? I took over this case!"

  The irritable middle-aged man continued to yell, Lorenzo was about to have an attack, but he saw a beautiful voice standing in front of the **** wall.

   "Lorenzo, you have also fallen into a misunderstanding. As a demon hunter, you should trust your senses."

   Watson turned his head with a smile, and said to Lorenzo.

   Before Lorenzo could continue to ask anything, Watson collapsed into the air again, his figure disappeared, revealing the blood handwriting.

   "Lorenzo!"

   Seeing Lorenzo ignoring himself, Donas roared angrily, but he was greeted with a shotgun on his head.

"Be quiet."

  The voice was so cold that it seemed that Lorenzo really didn't mind killing him with a shot in the next second.

   Seeing that Donas had finally calmed down, Lorenzo strode forward until he reached the **** words.

  There is a familiar smell in the thick blood, and the dry marks are not neat, and they don't seem to be cut by some metal sharp tool.

The instinct of the demon hunter urged Lorenzo to act, which reminded him of the days when he was still in the sect. Although he was a demon hunter from Medanzo who was guarding the pope, Lorenzo would still go out regularly to hunt demons. At that time, he was walking after the blood.

  Gently wiped off some blood, Lorenzo hesitated, but still tried to taste it.

  The strong blood and violence, and the mixed fear.

  Donas was also furious at Lorenzo's act of pointing a gun at him, and he roared.

   "Someone will drive him out of me!"

  He was extremely angry, but at this moment Lorenzo turned his head, with a strange expression on his face.

   "It looks like this case belongs to me."

  He didn't care about Sergeant Donas's gaze, Lorenzo exuded a terrifying anger, he raised Winchester again, the posture seemed to be killing.

  The secret blood is restless, this is its instinct when encountering a demon, because in that hideous blood, there is the blood of a demon.

Lorenzo took a long breath. He finally found the key clue. The demon appeared in front of him again, while Watson was sitting on the chair and looking at him with a smile, his lips slightly opened, silent. Speaking, it seemed to say that the cooperation was pleasant.

  (End of this chapter)