Ember Gun

  Chapter 213 Bad Rat

   Dismissed Pres, and Lorenzo sat on the Iron Snake for a while. After walking for a while, the Lower City gradually appeared at the end of the field of vision.

  The sky is gloomy, and the dilapidated houses seem to be randomly piled up with mud, water and wood, and there are many buildings like this, like a weird and deformed tree, here is the forest where they grow arbitrarily.

In the cracks of the trees, Lorenzo could see the godless people after that, they gathered around the stove, the warm light swayed in the darkness, absorbing the only warmth, to survive the hardship Yu Dong.

  This is what most people in Xiacheng look like. They can't survive in this cold city, and they don't have the energy to leave. They are like trapped beasts, rotting in the shadows a little bit.

Most young people with a labor force will enter the factory. Although they are tired, the wages here are indeed much higher. At least they are more hopeful than the people in Xiacheng. The remaining people may choose to join the gang. Although it is dangerous, they can at least be Food and clothing are guaranteed in this deformed forest.

  Lorenzo picked up a cigarette, and a faint mist rose. After slowly rising, it gathered with countless clouds.

  The muddy road is also frozen and solid due to the low temperature, making it extremely uncomfortable to walk on it.

  But Lorenzo doesn't care about those now. The people around him still look bad, but Lorenzo has no spare time to waste on them this time.

  Xiacheng District, here is simply the epitome of all the chaos, where most of the old gray industry circulates, and under the filthy run-down, it is **** gold.

  This time Lorenzo’s arrival was entirely on a whim. There was no coachman to pick him up, and no one knew about it. He was alone.

  He is like a hunter walking in the forest, searching for traces of prey.

  "Feleng Cui..."

  The detective whispered.

  This city stored in memory, after so many years, my impression of it has been blurred, only the past experience is still clearly visible.

  The days of Fei Lengcui are not bad, if there is no Saint Pro’s Night, everything will be ruined. Although Lawrence is dead, there are still many mysteries that have not been clarified.

For example, why did Lawrence rebel? He is a very special one among the demon hunters. It can be said that he is the longest alive and the highest status demon hunter. He already has everything, but in the end he chose to put him in the fire. .

  This question may never have an answer again. Lawrence is dead, and the remaining flesh and blood are also fused by the black angel. That guy can't die anymore.

  Sometimes the helpless place in life is here, and in the end many questions will not be answered.

   But if you don’t want this, Lorenzo already has a little judgment about the current situation. He guessed that the smugglers were most likely from the Protestant group of Fei Lengcui, and their purpose was "Revelation."

  The question is, where is "Revelation"?

  After so many days of vigilance and search, the cleansing agency still found nothing.

Judging from the number of demons bred by Lawrence at that time, there was indeed a certain size group behind him, but after Lawrence’s death, that group disappeared mysteriously, as if Lawrence’s death took away everything related to him. .

  No, no one has seen anyone other than Lawrence. Lawrence has always appeared alone. Maybe he doesn't have any helpers at all?

Lorenzo had a headache thinking about this. He was sure that although Lawrence was dead, something he planned was still going on in the dark. The disappearance of "Apocalypse" is the best proof, in a shadowy corner. , There is still sinful blood being molded out.

  Lorenzo stopped suddenly, he looked at the tramp on the side, he was nestled in the corner, and seemed to realize Lorenzo's stop, he stopped prying at Lorenzo.

  His movements are very secretive. If it were not for the keen insight of the Demon Hunter, no one might have noticed him at all.

  Lorenzo Yile, his thoughts that were messy, suddenly became clear.

   "You have been looking at me just now, right?"

  The detective suddenly leaned forward and squatted down.

  The homeless man was a little overwhelmed by Lorenzo’s sudden enthusiasm. Xiacheng is not a good place, and the people here are the same. Everyone is living carefully and guarding the surrounding people.

  He shrank back, his dirty face, only the expression in his eyes was exceptionally clear.

   "You... what are you going to do?"

  The tramp asked vigilantly, but his curled up hand has touched the steel object, and everyone needs something to save his life.

   "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask some questions..."

  Lorenzo didn't care about the gradual murderous intentions of the tramp. In the eyes of the demon hunter, these guys were simply harmless little white rabbits compared with the demon.

  "Which gang are you loyal to?" Lorenzo asked immediately.

The vagabond’s eyes instantly became cold. He attacked for the first time and drew the dagger from his arms, but Lorenzo was quicker than him and stood up directly. In swiftness, one foot lifted it up. Stepped on his wrist.

   "Calm down, I am not malicious, I just want to ask some questions."

  Lorenzo twisted his foot vigorously. The tramp suffered a pain and couldn't help letting go, then Lorenzo kicked the short dagger far away.

  "Don’t pretend, I am not a layman. I have been in Xiacheng for a while. I know exactly what you are doing."

  Lorenzo took out a mottled coin from his arms and threw it directly in front of the homeless man.

  'S vigilant gaze suddenly froze, as if he couldn't believe it, then he quickly grabbed the coin and raised it with the dirt on the ground.

  A shrike is engraved on the coin. Only those who really hang around in the Xiacheng district know that this thing is the real hard currency.

  The gaze of the homeless man watching Lorenzo changed a lot. For a person of his status, this coin was enough to make him live for too many days in comfort.

   "Inferior Rat."

  The homeless man put the coin away and hid it in the innermost part of his clothes. He glanced around, hoping that no one would see it all.

   "Sure enough..."

  Lorenzo whispered, he seemed to have guessed this a long time ago.

  "Have you seen any new faces these days?"

   "No...at least not in this area where I stayed."

  After receiving the money, the homeless man also had a lot of fun doing things, and replied directly and simply.

  This was also in Lorenzo's expectation. He didn't think he could ask the traces of the group of illegal immigrants by asking casually.

There is no place of absolute chaos. In all chaos, there will be a faint order controlling everything, just like the Shrike controlling the economy of Xiacheng District, acting as a mediator between forces, but in fact he is pursuing organs. One member, all this chaos is tightly controlled by another layer of greater order.

  The tramp is also part of that order, but it is the most inferior.

  This is a bad mouse, a despicable mouse, and mice will have great power when they gather together. This is the case with these tramps.

  Rogue Rats are also one of the gangs in Xiacheng, but they do not have a fixed territory. Instead, they are scattered throughout Xiacheng, selling intelligence for a living. These homeless people scattered on the streets are their eyes.

  Information that the Mounted Police couldn't find, maybe these bad rats could be found. After all, the smugglers can only stay in the Xiacheng District now, and they are in this deformed forest.

   "Take me to see the Rat King, I want to buy some information." Lorenzo said.

   The tramp shook his head, "No, the Rat King will not see anyone."

   "Are you still so vigilant?" Lorenzo said.

His understanding of bad rats also originated from Shrike. In Shrike’s words, these **** rats are the trickiest guys in Xiacheng. Although they don’t steal or **** them, the ubiquitous sense of weirdness is really true. It's heart palpitating.

Therefore, Shrike seldom cooperates with bad rats. These guys are pervasive. Shrike is worried that his identity will be discovered by them. Although there has been such a crisis of identity leakage in the posts of the previous Shrike, as long as the entrance of the agency is eliminated, it is directly Great cleaning is fine.

  But the mouse is different. They will summarize the information to the mouse king, so the intelligence will be recorded. From small chats and rumors... as long as the mouse finds some valuable or interesting information, you can report it.

  It is said that in a sewer in the Xiacheng District, there is an archive of the rats. As long as it is heard by the rats and finds it useful, you may even find a casual chat one day in it.

  So far, Shrike doesn’t know whether the archive really exists, and the mysterious rat king that no one has ever seen.

   But just like urban legends, there will always be more or less of this kind of thing, and the size of the old Dunling is not what it is on the surface, and the complex system of furnace pillars underground.

  Even Lawrence can build a breeding ground in any complicated underground pipeline, not to mention a group of pervasive rats.

   "This is not a question of vigilance, this is a rule." The tramp said seriously.

   "But what if I want to buy intelligence? A lot of intelligence."

  "I can take you to find someone you know." The tramp replied.

Lorenzo nodded. He had done several transactions with Bad Rats. The process was almost the same. Just find a tramp on the street. Lorenzo usually has good luck. At least nine of the ten strays caught. Han is an inferior rat, they will not take you to see the rat king, but they will take you to meet people who know it.

  Usually this person who knows is called an intelligence dealer. He acts as an intermediary to contact the buyer and the bad mouse.

But this is also the weirdness of the whole rat king. As long as you ask to see the rat king, they will refuse it. It seems that the rat king is a real person, but in the entire composition of the rat king, there is no rat king position. .

  The tramp stood up, picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, and then hid it in his clothes. He motioned for Lorenzo to follow him, and the two of them started walking along the complicated road.

  Although these inferior rats are humble, they are all human beings. Sometimes they want to find someone in Xiacheng. Their efficiency is higher than that of Shrike.

  It didn't take long for the two of them to come to a low house, just like many buildings in the lower city, they were distorted and deformed, and they were like monsters under the night.

  Several homeless people lie in front of the door of the low house, and more people hide indoors. They are a group of lowly mice, they can only keep warm in a group.

  Lorenzo could detect a lot of eyes staring at him, but this could not bring any pressure to Lorenzo, he did not have the slightest timidity, lowered his head, and walked into the low room with the tramp.

  The dark interior smells odor, but the space inside is much larger than it looks outside.

  The tramp kicked a sleeping tramp away with his feet, revealing the baffle under him, he opened it, and there was deep darkness inside.

   "Let's go, I hope you can bear this."

  There is a disgusting smell coming out of it, which is a **** and can’t stand it.

  Lorenzo glanced at the deep darkness, lowered his body without even thinking about it, and tried to enter.

  This action surprised the tramp slightly, and then he stopped Lorenzo.

   "Are you really scared?"

Lorenzo gave him a wonderful feeling, like a calm and fearless person. Such people are often seen as tramps. After all, this is the Xiacheng District, where there are thugs everywhere, and they will die if they show a timid look. Many people will be calm and fearless, but Lorenzo is different, he seems to be so.

Below    is a dark and narrow tunnel... Actually no one knows what is below, what if this is a trap full of sharp knives? This guy actually went directly in without stopping. This was no longer fearless, like a fool who didn't know his life or death.

   "What? Would you take the opportunity to kill me?"

  Lorenzo glanced at the cave. It was really suitable for killing.

  But who would have thought the tramp nodded.

   "It's true, but we usually kill some annoying guests," he said. "We will take him into the same tunnel, but it's trapped with sharp knives."

   "Is there a sharp knife here?" Lorenzo asked innocently.

   "No, you are a wealthy guest. We prefer to obtain wealth without seeing blood."

  The homeless man said what he had found out from the darkness on the side. It was a kerosene lamp. He lit it, and first went down and stepped into the darkness.

  This is a signal of trust, but it doesn't matter whether you trust Lorenzo or not. The darkness has little influence on him, let alone the absence of a sharp knife plated with holy silver.

  But he still has to be careful, after all, mice live in the sewer, where there will never be a lack of germs, which may not kill him, but at least it will make Lorenzo uncomfortable.

  Lorenzo stepped in. After the two left, the tramp who pretended to be sleeping got up and covered the baffle again. Thinking of Lorenzo's appearance in his mind, he made a strange noise in the dark corner.

Soon after in the darkness, the same noise responded to him. A black mouse crawled out with a long tail. He picked up this familiar old friend, stroked it and tied the iron hanging chain to it. On its tail, then let it go.

  　 I’m a little bit cavin, and I’m still a bit busy now

  (End of this chapter)