Chapter 207 God's Birthday

  In Lorenzo's life, which is neither short nor long, he has seen many weird things.

  The things he has seen, human beings absolutely cannot believe.

  Weird things that render fear, mysterious and weird that ordinary people can't directly see, and battles that are far more fierce than humans know.

  But all this now, there is no excitement in front of me.

  Lorenzo had thought about what it would be like when he opened the door of the room. It might be Mrs. Van Ludder preparing food, or it might be Sieg sitting in the corner looking at the fire... In short, it would definitely not be like this.

  The small living room is full of old wooden boxes with the emblem of a lion printed on them, and some wooden boxes have been pried open, and the inside is glowing with a metal luster, with a little gunpowder smell.

  The familiar Mrs. Van Lud was sitting on the sofa. She was holding a rifle that had been discontinued for many years, and her feet were full of scattered bullets, as well as many other weapons.

   "Wait, this opening method is not right?"

  Lorenzo was startled, he wanted to quit and reopen the door, but Mrs. Van Lud's gaze immediately caught him, so that Lorenzo did not dare to move.

   "Um... good evening."

  Lorenzo said dryly.

  This kind of feeling is very strange, let you be a martial artist outside, you can cut a good demon, go home and see your mother holding a rolling pin, you will still instinctively shake three times...Will this be my landlord?

  I couldn't help but stretched out his arms to see if I could collect the rent.

   "Lorenzo? I thought you were dead."

  Mrs. Fanrude took a look at Lorenzo, she didn't seem to realize what terrible thing she was doing, she then lowered her head and continued to wipe the gun in her hand.

She knows Lorenzo's details, and she also knows that Lorenzo is also a desperate, so Madame Van Lud never asks Lorenzo what he did, but as long as he can come back alive, then some people must be dead. .

  The model of the weapon is very old. It was a weapon that was in service during the Glorious War, but now it should have been displayed in a museum.

  Lorenzo swallowed. It seemed that Mrs. Van Lud's mind was not on him, but at this time he became bolder.

   "You are old, what are you doing?"

  Mrs. Van Lud looked up and gave Lorenzo a blank look.

  Lorenzo hurriedly crawled over, taking care all the way so as not to step on the weapon on the ground.

   "So...you really can't help it anymore, ready to kick off an uprising on this good day?"

  He looked like he was not afraid of big things, and leaned on the sofa to blow the wind to the landlord’s ears.

Mrs. Lenovo Van Lud was displeased with the city before, with her hot character, and the weapons of this place, Lorenzo could already make up for it. An old man was trapped by a pension, so he had to carry a knife and gun. The stick went to grab the bank's play.

   "To be honest, I've seen these dogs upset for a long time... I can drive you, afterwards?"

  Lorenzo frowned.

  Mrs. Van Lud stopped her work, and then looked at him.

"what are you saying?"

   "Snatch the bank?" Lorenzo pointed to the weapon in this place. "There are only a few divisions in the bank. You and I are teaming up, male and female robbers!"

  Mrs. Van Lud was even more confused.

   "Did you crash your mind these days when you disappeared?"

   "Huh? What are you doing?"

  It’s not about robbing the bank. So what does Mrs. Van Ruude prepare for so many weapons? Today is the birthday of God, so you can’t use it to set off fireworks.

  "I finally contacted some sellers. I wanted to sell these things, but they were all damp. I was looking for anything to use."

  Ms. Van Lud said very upset.

  These are the munitions she walked along after she retired, but they have been kept in the basement. The old stuff is damp and not well stored. Now most of these things are unusable, which makes Mrs. Van Lud very disappointed.

   "Then what?" Lorenzo asked.

   "That's it," she said.

  I saw her pry open another wooden box, after opening the grease paper, filling the bullet into the gun, and shooting towards the wall under Lorenzo's gaze.

   "Hit the bullseye!"

  The old lady screamed joyfully, then moved the box to another pile of boxes and wrote down the numbers on the notebook.

  Lorenzo felt that his mind was a bit unable to turn his head, watching the bullseye that was about to be beaten, how many times this old lady had done this.

   Still, what kind of landlord is there for what kind of guest?

   "Didn't the Mounted Police come?"

   "There is a lot of noise in the street, no one cares." Mrs. Van Lud said, "By the way, Lorenzo, you are coming back just in time."

  Mrs. Van Lud suddenly stood up, as if she was also tired, stretched out and walked to the kitchen.

"what happened?"

  Lorenzo was cautious.

   "Today is the birthday of God... Sig!"

As Mrs. Vanrude was talking, she suddenly yelled. The sound was so loud that it shook the one upstairs. Lorenzo clearly heard a heavy sound above him. Look It was his roommate who fell off the bed when he got up.

  After a while, Sieg slowly walked downstairs. After a few days, Lorenzo almost forgot that he still had such a roommate.

Sieg's appearance has changed a lot. Although he looks a little sick, he has a little blood on his face. Lorenzo is a very sensitive person, not to mention that he has been in the Lower City. He discovered Sieg very early. He was taking hallucinogens, but now it seems that he has controlled himself.

  Although they lived under the same roof, the two did not communicate too much, because everyone knew that they weren’t the same.

   looked at each other awkwardly, until Madam Van Lud yelled.

   "Okay, come over for dinner, after all, this is the birthday of God, so there must be a sense of ritual."

  Mrs. Van Lud was unusually gentle, and then Lorenzo saw her sense of ritual. The table made up of ammunition boxes was filled with food, and she lighted a few candles to enhance the atmosphere.

  Although the enthusiasm came suddenly and somewhat inexplicably, Lorenzo thought he knew Mrs. Van Lud better, and the old lady was just looking for any reason.

  An old lady who lives alone, has no relatives, no friends, and her character is terribly bad...This is a tyrannical woman from beginning to end, just like when she captured her husband on the battlefield. Even the release of goodwill is so bad.

   Seated, Lorenzo was a little uncomfortable by the enthusiasm, and said bad things.

  "You actually believe in religion? I thought you were not interested in the things of the gospel church."

  Lorenzo's mouth broke, this is a holiday originating from the Evangelical Church.

   "It doesn't matter what God’s birthday or Egg Day, it’s just a reason to celebrate."

  Mrs. Fanrude showed her carefree character. Indeed, many people are not believers of the gospel church, and they are just using this festival to have fun.

  Lorenzo suddenly laughed, and the previous sense of loneliness was actually diluted a lot in this broken mouth conversation.

  "This is really a sense of ritual. Sitting on the ammunition box and eating dinner...Are you missing your service life?"

  Of course, the best way to give back to this kindness is to not treat it as kindness, and don't pity the old lady. This is a kind of disrespect for her.

  "Service life? I'm an air cavalry, first class! I don't want to have dinner in the trenches with ammunition boxes." Mrs. Van Lude looked back at Lorenzo with nothing.

  Sieg sat between the two of them, a little at a loss, he was a little unable to fit into this stale joke, and seemed a little out of place.

  In fact, this is quite weird. Sieg, who has lived for the longest time, didn’t understand the old lady. He was eating mechanically.

  He came to Old Dunling when he was very young. Mrs. Van Lud took him in. Sometimes the two of them were like mother and son, but Lorenzo was taken in.

   "Sieg, how is your situation? I think you are getting better."

  Lorenzo said suddenly.

  Sig was startled, Lorenzo's words caught him a bit off guard, and Madame Van Lud's eyes became displeased. She didn't want Lorenzo to embarrass Sieg, at least not today.

   "I'm a detective. Hallucinogens are not a good thing, but it looks like you can control it. This is a good thing."

  Lorenzo said lightly.

  Sieg’s gaze changed slightly, as if he didn’t expect that his secret was not a secret in the detective’s eyes. He opened his mouth, and after several thoughts, he finally replied "um".

   "Oh, be happy, it's God's Birthday after all!"

   Lorenzo said happily.

   "Lorenzo, you need to know, not everyone is as heartless as you." Mrs. Van Lud said.

   "I didn't want to communicate with Sigurd! After all, I have been a roommate for so long!" Not knowing whether it was true or false, Lorenzo seemed to want to make friends with Sieg, which made Sigg a little flustered.

  It is true that the two have lived together for a long time, but like a superficial roommate, no one knows who, their work and rest are completely staggered, and they hardly meet each other in daily life.

   may be the reason for the resurrection, perhaps it made Lorenzo sentimental, he became a little curious about this familiar but unfamiliar roommate.

   Sieg is most uncomfortable with Lorenzo's enthusiasm. He instinctively resists Lorenzo. For this guy who sleeps next to him and fights and kills in Xiacheng all day, Sigg really has no superfluous feelings.

   "I won't touch that kind of thing again." Sieg said affirmatively.

  Mrs. Van Lud's eyes were much milder, but then she became stern.

   "So Lorenzo, don't ruin the atmosphere, please!" She said and waved the **** of the rifle casually.

  Ordinary festivals have a strange feeling, Mrs. Fanlude said with some emotion.

   "Lorenzo, you have been here for seven years now, haven't you thought of going home and have a look?"

   "Go home? Where?"

  Lorenzo forkped a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, looking indifferent.

  For Lorenzo, there is no home in this world. Some are just a place to sleep. Even if something like a home really exists, it has long been destroyed in the night of the Holy Prophet.

  Mrs. Fanrude stared at Lorenzo closely, as if trying to find some flaws in his expression. Some people are like this. The more heartless, the harder it is for you to find his prototype.

   But it was also expected that it was difficult for someone like Lorenzo to relate to that gentle vocabulary, and she looked at Sig again.

  "How about you? You have been in Jiedunling much longer than Lorenzo."

  Higg's movements stagnated slightly, thinking that he had been here for many years, but soon he shook his head.

   "No need, I almost forgot where it is anyway."

  Like many foreigners who are rushing around in the old town, they have stayed in this steel city for too long, and they have forgotten where they came from.

For Sieg, compared to his home, he was more impressed by the bakery. Sieg worked there for a long time and finally got enough tickets to go to Old Dunling, so the wild dogs ran happily. On the rails, the past is far behind.

  The atmosphere fell strangely silent, and Lorenzo showed his ability to liven up the atmosphere in a timely manner.

   "Sig, you are used to these too." He said suddenly.

  Sig was a little confused, but Lorenzo pointed to the bullets scattered all over the floor.

  His expression is a bit subtle, and then he can't help but smiles bitterly.

  "After all, this is the old Dunling, the center of the world. I am not surprised that there is anything."

   "It's very adaptable to new things." Lorenzo nodded as he said.

Lorenzo is like a comedian, with gossip and lively atmosphere. It's only pity that there are only three people here. No matter how active they are, that's the thing. Everyone has no overlapping hobbies, but the festival forces everyone together. After tonight, Sieg and Lorenzo still don't have much overlap.

  It's a bit sad to think so, it seems that tonight's joy is dreamy.

  Thinking of this, Lorenzo yelled and raised his glass.

  "Cheers to our false friendship!"

  Neither of them paid any attention to Lorenzo, just as accustomed to the detective's neuroticism, Lorenzo could only drink and drunk boringly.

  Sometimes life is like this, it’s really not easy to find a guy who syncs with you.

But suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes on the street. It stands to reason that there were not many people outside at this time. Everyone gathered at home for the festival. Even the casinos in Xiacheng were closed today. Thugs who licked blood would hide in the corner. Celebrating another year of living.

  Lorenzo didn’t know who it was and didn’t care who it was. On the contrary, it didn’t matter to Lorenzo. He just felt that his life was a bit severely divided.

  Disputes between sensibility and reason, until the sound of horseshoes stopped in front of the door.

  Lorenzo's face was serious, and his mind as a detective flew around.

  Mrs. Van Lud looked happy. She walked into the kitchen and brought out a plate of biscuits that had already been baked. Lorenzo seemed to guess who came.

  The man opened the door, picked up the bell, and made a crisp sound.

  Looking at the somewhat unexpected figure, Lorenzo said.

   "Yawei?"

   Hearing someone calling him, Yawei raised his head, his obviously happy face suddenly fell silent, as if he had eaten a dead fly.

   Lorenzo was very upset by this violent contrast.

   "Mr. Holmes? I thought you would be quarantined for a few more days."

  It seems that he also knows these things, Lorenzo replied, "No way, the detention center is off today."

   "Oh, then I can let you retire directly."

Yawei said and raised his gun.

  He was often pointed at by guns, but Lorenzo got used to it and didn't care at all, but this time it was a bit unexpected, and Yawei pulled the trigger.

   "You play for real!"

  Lorenzo immediately jumped up, but instead of bullets fired from the muzzle, but color bars.

  Like mocking Lorenzo's embarrassment, Yawei laughed unceremoniously, and then let go.

   "Happy God's Birthday."

  The girl stood at the door and said.

  Lorenzo was taken aback, and then the girl came over...as if she hadn’t seen Lorenzo, she hugged Mrs. Van Lud.

   "Happy birthday to you, too! Seleu."

  Like a big bear hugging the little bear, the little bear secretly smiles at you in victory.

  (End of this chapter)