Chapter 222 Journey of Justice

  A good day starts with opening your eyes and the ceiling covered with posters.

  For the person lying in bed, seeing those strange posters at first glance is good news, which proves that he wakes up at home, not in some strange place.

Lorenzo woke up, although with the energy of a demon hunter, he can use a short sleep to relieve fatigue, but he still likes to sleep until dawn like a normal person, while living in that wonderful farmhouse. , Lorenzo even slept all day.

  He likes such a lazy feeling, and he seems to be sluggish on the way to death.

   "Good morning! Good morning!"

The detective greeted everyone happily. Although there were only the landlord and two residents in the whole house, it may be the reason for the birthday of God. That night everyone was in harmony. Even Sieg would respond to Lorenzo’s greeting, but He was still a little uncomfortable with Lorenzo, but it was much better than being coldly silent.

  Mrs. Van Lud, as usual, was sitting on the sofa and looking at the books. For safety reasons, the messy ammunition boxes had been disposed of by the Seleutos.

  I have to say that these great aristocrats showed their fullness at this time. When those people came to carry them, the pedestrians all over the street were looking at them. Some people doubted whether there were terrorists hiding here.

  Fortunately, with the identity of Seleu, Mrs. Van Lud was only given a little warning. Inervig didn't care about personal firearms, but this firearm was a bit too much.

The most embarrassing thing was a man who seemed to be an officer. He stood in the living room and looked at the big map hung on the wall. The wartime numbers were not removed. He just hung it there so carelessly. He wanted to put this map. Recovered, but was scolded by Mrs. Fanlude for a long time.

  In her words, this is just a decoration.

   "How's your job search?"

  I don't know if it was kindness or finally passed the **** menopause, Mrs. Van Lud began to prepare breakfast for the two.

  At the early morning table, Lorenzo asked Sieg on the side.

  Sigg sullied his head and ate, replied vaguely, "Still looking for it."

  Mrs. Van Lud's face was charitable, and she seemed satisfied with Sig’s remorse for making up for it.

Sieg’s secret didn’t last long. Everyone knew about the fact that he had taken hallucinogens and was expelled. Fortunately, Sieg restrained himself and broke free from it. He joined the mutual-aid association. He also found a psychiatrist, and under the guidance and care of various parties, his life became normal.

   may be the reason for the resurrection. Lorenzo's feelings have become much richer. Sometimes he will also care about this roommate, although this roommate still can't accept Lorenzo, a peerless hunk.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  A sudden knock on the door sounded.

The three of them looked at the door with some doubts. It should be said that they live under the same roof. The age span of the three people and the status class are huge, but it is this difference. They have very strange similarities. All three of them are There are no friends.

Lorenzo rarely saw Madam Van Lud go out, and no one visited her. She just rotted in the house so slowly. Sometimes Lorenzo felt that Madam Van Lud was totally afraid that she would have No one found dead at home one day.

Sieg is somewhat autistic. At least Lorenzo thinks he is quite autistic. Lorenzo doesn’t know much about Sieg’s past. He just knows that Sieg never knows about it since he was in the old Dunling. I have never returned to my hometown. Before I lost my job due to hallucinogens, I had a two-point one-line life when I went home from get off work and went back to work.

  As for Lorenzo himself, this is too simple, acquaintances are almost dead, and Lorenzo is very restrained, so as not to involve ordinary people in the whirlpool of monsters.

  After a brief period of doubt, the door was pushed open, and the familiar guy walked in.

"Good morning everyone."

  Joy has been here many times, and his face is almost familiar. He is carrying a heavy iron box in his hand, and it looks like something is stored in it.

  This is for Lorenzo. Sieg didn't look at it. He knew that Lorenzo was a mysterious guy, and he didn't want to be involved in Lorenzo's troubles.

  Lorenzo quickly took a few bites of food, and then took Joey to his room. If he guessed right, those things were not suitable for taking out in the living room.

   "Are you so efficient?" Lorenzo asked as he walked.

  "The old Dunling has been under martial law, the new Pope’s mission, Cardinal Miguel’s escapees, and the envoys of other countries, and more importantly, the lost "Revelation."

  It was early morning, but Joey looked very tired.

   "Lorenzo, now the whole old Dunling is at the center of the whirlpool, just wait for when this will erupt."

  He looks extremely worried, and more and more people are stepping into the old, bringing trouble and confusion.

   "I think you can handle the cleansing mechanism." Lorenzo said with great confidence.

  This is not a feeling, but a necessity. The decontamination agency must guarantee everything, otherwise this organization will not need to exist.

   "It is true that although the pressure is high, it is still within the controllable range. The overall strength begins to shrink. Because of the lack of manpower, several knight commanders headed by Gawain are also transferred back from the field."

Knight commander, after contacting for so long, Lorenzo probably also cleared the division of ranks in the agency. Since the cancellation of the Ranger plan, Arthur became the last ranger, but the ranger's technology has not disappeared, but deteriorated. Become a specialization, and a specialization knight has the patience to resist erosion.

   is called the legend, and the people with the knight's name are the most patient of these people, which is somewhat similar to the way the hunting sect gives the name.

  Thinking of this, Lorenzo suddenly had a strange expectation.

   "If something really happened, it won't appear. A few original sin armors fighting on the street, right?"

  The other identity of the knight commander is the pilot of the original sin armor. This thing is the main force of the cleansing mechanism against the monsters.

  "Cleaning agencies will ensure that these will not happen. After all, the original sin armor is an undisclosed military weapon." Joey replied.

  For the outside world, the cleansing agency does not exist, and so does the armor of original sin.

Lorenzo thought of something deeper. In the final analysis, it is the same as the demon hunter. It is a weapon, and weapons can not only kill demons, but humans can also be killed. But after thinking about it, he didn't say it. Instead, It looked at the iron box in Joey's hands.

   "So what did you bring this time?"

   "What you need."

   Joey opened the iron box as he spoke. Lorenzo looked forward to the things in the box, but the picture he wanted most did not appear, instead there were things that made him sad.

   "It's a pity that your dear Winchester was indeed blown up. We only found a piece of wooden wreckage... Do you need me to find a craftsman to carve it for you?"

  Joy said and took the half of the wreckage. This was the part of the gun handle. The surface was burnt a little gray and black, and the vague writing was engraved on it. This is the little poem Lorenzo likes very much.

"Ugh……"

Thousands of words converged into a sigh. This is the longest thing Lorenzo has been with. It runs through his time in the Demon Slayer and Old Dunling. Sometimes it is more than just a weapon, it is more like It is Lorenzo's memories of the past.

   "Well, in the end you also accompany your master to death." Lorenzo said sadly.

   "Its owner?" Joey looked a little surprised, it sounded that the owner of this weapon was not Lorenzo.

  "This is a weapon of a friend of mine, but he is dead. I used it with ease, and kept using it." Lorenzo said casually, and the sad past seemed to be unable to shake him anymore.

   "The little poem above was carved by the original owner."

   "Don't walk gently into that good night."

   Joey whispered, he had heard Lorenzo read the poem.

   "Hmm." Lorenzo affirmed.

  "Is this something he created? I have never heard of such a poem." Joey asked again. This little poem gave him a strange feeling, but he had never read it elsewhere.

  "How is it possible? How can he have such talent? This is the gift of [God Baptism]."

  Lorenzo said, “Like your specialization, this ritual will increase our resistance to erosion, but we will also dream of strange things, such as an image, a passage, and this little poem.”

  The mysterious ritual, Lorenzo is not sure whether he can find out the truth of it, but he knows that he must go back there to find out all of this, the place where it all started, the Temple of Silence.

   "This is what he said, this little poem was written by a son to his father." Lorenzo gently stroked the half of the wreckage, rubbing his fingers across the surface, feeling the tiny dents.

"His father was seriously ill and was about to die. This old guy has experienced too much. He was too tired. He obeyed death like this. But his son didn't want him to be like this. He wrote this poem to try to wake him up. Fighting spirit."

  This was what Medanzo explained to himself at the time. After such a long time, Lorenzo relayed him again.

   "Don't walk into that good night gently, don't obey death so easily..."

   seems to have understood the meaning of this poem, Joey whispered.

   "This is a poem that curses death." Lorenzo said.

   Joey trembled slightly, and then laughed sadly after a long time.

   "It's terrible, mortals... to curse death?"

  I don’t know if it is ignorance or fearlessness, but when all this rises to life and death, man and god, all of this always has a special sense of heroism.

  "These are the weapons for you. The shotgun is really suitable for you. Different warheads can play different roles in different situations."

  Joy opened the second floor of the iron box, where there was a shotgun similar to Winchester. It seemed that they had spent a lot of time to imitate these.

  Joy picked it up, "Just like new."

   "But it is indeed not the same as before."

  Lorenzo took it over, and there are some differences in some places, such as changing from a lever type to a pump type.

  "The special product from the Pump of Perpetual Motion, compared to your weapon that has been behind you for a long time, this is the latest style. Please accept it with gratitude."

   Joey opened the third layer as he said, it was Lorenzo’s familiar folding knife, and several spare blades.

   "Of course the most important thing is this."

  He took out a pistol with extremely rough workmanship. It was slightly larger in size, with a rope wrapped around it, which seemed to be a pneumatic weapon. A small gas tank was inserted into it like a magazine, and it was filled with compressed gas.

"This is the main thing. I heard that you can't catch up with the suspect. It just so happens that the Pump of Perpetual Motion has a weapon to be tested. This is one of the prototype weapons. Anyway, you demon hunters are not easy to fall to death, so you can use it. Use it."

  Lorenzo carefully took over such a strange weapon. The pump of perpetual motion must be a fine product, but the weapons in the experimental state are different. Lorenzo still remembers those armored firearms.

  "The hook gun has a range of 20 meters. Due to technical problems, it takes a certain amount of time to recover the hook after launch, and after hitting, you need to climb up to a certain extent."

  Lorenzo remembered this weapon. He had seen it on Lancelot's armor. It was extremely mobile, but it also relied on the installed motor to contract. This kind of small weapon used by people obviously didn't have these talks.

   "In other words, this is a disposable weapon?"

  "Is one chance not enough for you?" Joey asked.

  Lorenzo laughed, a bit cruel in his voice, "Of course it's enough, it's too much."

After all this was delivered, Joey left. Lorenzo stayed in the room by himself, fiddled with these new weapons. It’s good to have a public background. You don’t need to buy a gun yourself. This is for Lorenzo. Save a lot of money.

In fact, sometimes it’s not bad to think about it this way. Lorenzo gets a bounty every time he kills a person, and the money will become a dinner for an orphan, so that they can grow up happily and healthily. All lines are justice!

  Weird misconception, but Lorenzo laughed as he thought about it, until his eyes fell on the half of the wreckage, his smile froze, and he picked it up with some sadness and disappointment.

  "Even if it is old, it should burn and roar at the end of the day.

  Anger, anger,

   Angrily rebukes the disappearance of light. "

  Lorenzo chanted softly, but lost his previous anger, and suddenly he seemed to hear Medanzo roaring in his ears again.

   "Just like that poem says, don't obey death, live!"

  He said, Lorenzo survived as he wanted, but he died, and now the weapon passed to him has disappeared into the fire...

Lorenzo would have died in the rain of fire, but he survived again, and even he himself could not believe it for a while, so sometimes he would think that all this is so similar to the beginning, just like this It's the same as dying the weapon for him again.

   Collected the half of the wreckage, Lorenzo sorted out his emotions and set off again. After all, there are still too many children waiting for this philanthropist's justice trip.

At the beginning of the defense and finishing, and then there are a few online courses available, but the update will not be interrupted, and basically remain stable, and then, because of the street, I want to try some new writing methods in the new volume, such as horror In Gu Shi, the story and reality are advancing in this way at the same time, so for the next story to unfold, a lot of foreshadowing is needed, and in order to make each character as full as possible, it may be a little bit procrastinated, forgive me.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)