Chapter 629

  121A Cork Street, Winchester Office.

  I also lived in the Pump of Perpetual Motion for a long time. This should be Lorenzo’s first return to the office. Although it was only a temporary stop, it felt good to go home.

   "So this is your home?"

  Sao Liangxi walked around in the office. It was like a big warehouse with a pile of messy things and clutter everywhere. Fortunately, there was still a place to sit.

  Kestrel walked to the corner and sat down. Guys like Kestrel and Eve came here too many times. Over time, they all have their own fixed positions.

  Several people were scattered and sitting, enjoying a brief period of peace.

  Sao Liangxi looked east and west, there was no sense of restraint in coming to other people's homes. The opposite of her was Luo Liang, who stood behind Sao Liangxi, a little at a loss.

   "What are these?"

  Shao Liangye glanced at the information on the desktop, he could barely understand the text on it.

   "Some...story deductions? Anyway, when I'm free, I will write something casually, which helps divergent thinking."

  Lorenzo glanced, and responded casually.

  He wrote a lot of messy things, mostly based on different perspectives, different camps, and the same incident, resulting in different trends.

  Thanks to the performance learning under Oscar in his early years, Lorenzo often plays other people based on his understanding of others, and speculates about the choices they can make.

  Before handing over the intelligence to Lawrence and Adren was also based on these circumstances. It was very risky, but for a gambling dog like Lorenzo, he felt it was worth a try.

   also relied on these to make him rethink how to fight Roger, looking for a way out in this desperate situation.

   "You only wrote half of it?"

   Shao Liangye’s reading was interrupted. He found that these deductions were basically halfway through and ended. He didn’t know why.

   "Well, because I can't write anymore."

  Lorenzo explained, picking up a piece of paper on the ground, with a few short sentences on it, and the handwriting was scribbled.

   "Can't write anymore?"

   "I am not omniscient and omnipotent, and I will be at a deadlock if I write and write, I can't think of how things will develop, or even how to break the situation."

  Lorenzo rolled the paper in his hand into a ball and threw it far away, hitting the Kestrel’s head exactly.

  For Lorenzo's various behaviors, the Kestrel has long been accustomed to it, and he may have called a few words before, but now he is completely lazy to care about Lorenzo, he is leaning against the wall, his eyes are slightly narrowed.

  This is a rare leisure, Kestrel wants to enjoy it.

  They just finished their work today, and they installed antimemetic weapons at a nearby outpost. Because of their close proximity to the Winchester office, Lorenzo took a look back and rested here for a while.

  Eve lay on the table beside her, lowered her head to write a report. She was very serious and could not be dedicated.

  Kestrel also talked to Lorenzo several times. He thought that Maruri’s bad memories would scare the girl away, but she was serious, not joining on a whim.

   "Can I see it?"

Shao Liangye asked Lorenzo what he saw.

  Lorenzo raised his hand, revealing the gun under the windbreaker, where it had been seldom used before, it has never appeared in front of Shao Liangye.

"give."

  Lorenzo didn't say anything, and handed Winchester over.

  Shao Liangye took it with both hands, put it on his lap, and observed it carefully.

Lorenzo is a man who has experienced many battles. With his fighting intensity, his weapons have to be replaced every time. But this portable shotgun looks very new, as if he has not experienced many battles. .

  This is not right, guys like Lorenzo will not carry such useless things.

Decorate?

  Shao Liangye looked at Lorenzo’s messy hair, he seemed to never care about his self-image.

   "Does it have any other meaning?"

   Shao Liangye raised his head and asked, it must have been taken with him for a reason.

   "Probably, this is left to me by a friend of mine, but unfortunately, the original one has been destroyed. This one was only made according to its original appearance after I commissioned a craftsman."

  Lorenzo replied lazily, he seemed to have really walked out of the haze, his voice relaxed.

  Shao Liangye stroked the handle of the gun, feeling some faint touch, and looking carefully, it was a line of text.

   "It's a little poem."

  Lorenzo smiled as if he knew Shao Liangye’s actions.

   "What little poem?"

  Shao Liangye looked at the inscribed text. He knew Western language and could understand the meaning of the words on it, but it was still difficult to translate the meaning of the sentence.

   "A poem... about death, a poem that resists death."

  Lorenzo said leisurely. He raised his head and looked at the dim ceiling. Kestrel's breathing sounded in his ears, as well as the rubbing of the pen tip on the paper.

Siao Liangxi sat in a boring position. There was really nothing in the office that was worthy of her attention. Luo Luo was standing behind her. He felt like a nanny, and Siao Liangxi was the energetic one. Some overdone children.

  It was a calm and soothing moment. There was a gust of wind outside the window, and rain was hanging on the glass.

  Lorenzo liked the atmosphere at the moment very much, and he whispered affectionately.

  "Don’t walk gently into that good night.

  Even in the old age, it should burn and roar at the end of the day. "

   "Furious, furious."

   "Angrily rebukes the passing of light."

  This was supposed to be the words that were roared out, but in Lorenzo's mouth it became extremely calm, his eyes were like still water, groaning all this once.

  "This is an old friend's inspiration to me."

  Lorenzo looked at Shao Liangye, took the Winchester he handed over, with a smile on his face.

  "Very good, I like it." Shao Liangye replied.

  The office is quiet, and the atmosphere has never been calm before. The sky outside is gloomy, but everyone feels like they are illuminated by the afternoon sun and enjoy a brief peace.

  This is like a safe haven. When they step out of this place, they will face the sudden storm again.

   "It's so boring...Do you all like being boring?"

  Sao Liangxi asked everyone curiously, everyone looked soothed, but she felt very boring.

  "Do you know what the best place for weapons is?"

  Lorenzo asked the girl, not only Rod, but in Lorenzo’s eyes, Liang Liangxi also looked like a child who had not grown up, and had a heavy curiosity about everything.

  He doesn't hate this slightly naive attitude, it's better than becoming a cold weapon like them.

  "Kill the enemy? Kill the strong enemy, I know there is such a tradition."

  Sao Liangxi stood up, picked up the nail sword placed aside, felt the heaviness of his hand, and stroked its sharpness.

  "The sword itself has no name. Only after it kills a strong enemy can it be named, recognized, and written in history."

  Her pupils were slightly lost, as if she was in that splendid legend.

This is the case in Wei Liangxi's view. Although everyone in this room looks lazy, she knows very well that each of them is a vicious executioner, who kills with blood, even she herself. .

  Unexpectedly, Lorenzo shook his head, and he said slowly.

   "No, the best outcome of weapons is to be sealed in dust and forgotten by everyone.

  If there is no dispute, there is no weapon. "

  After speaking, Lorenzo felt the doubt in Liang Liangxi’s eyes, and waved his hand, “I know, it’s weird to say this from my mouth, but it’s true.”

   "Look around."

  Lorenzo pointed to the office he had built.

"I'm really retired. I sealed up my nails, forgot the secret blood, and pretended to live like a normal person... As a detective, if you don't believe me, if you open that drawer, there is the record I commissioned. I really have it. Live better."

  Sao Liangxi opened the drawer. As Lorenzo said, it was piled with dusty papers. It seemed that it hadn't been updated for a long time. He picked up one at random with a slightly funny commission written on it.

   "Catch the mistress?"

  Sao Liangxi is unbelievable.

   "This is normal. Isn't that the way ordinary people live?" Lorenzo didn't feel embarrassed.

   "It's good to be bored," Kestrel raised his head slowly, and then continued the words, "boring means that there is no abnormality, no monsters, no enemies, we don't have to swing a sword, just rest here."

  Kestrel was thinking about retirement. He always felt that if there were no such mess, he would have been reading a book and fishing on a sunny afternoon, and there was still...

   "It's great to retire."

  Kestal muttered to himself.

   "I thought you liked going to work." Eve, who had been silent, put down her pen, stretched her waist, and said to Kestrel.

  Kestrel’s position has been rising all the way. Everyone thinks that Kestrel will eventually rise to the management level. As a result, this guy actually wants to retire just like Lorenzo.

   "This is all forced. If it can, who doesn't want to retire?"

  Kestrel is thinking about the future, thinking about it, but discovering that there is nothing.

   "Rather than retiring, I would rather say that I want to live a different life, a life without fighting and killing."

  "Do you know what this life is like?" Lorenzo asked with interest.

"have no idea……"

  Kestrel thought for a while, his childhood memories have long been bleak, he has been struggling in the mud since the impression, but he is not sad, but smiles.

   "Because I don't know, I want to experience it. Maybe I will find it very boring. After a while, I will return to the cleaning agency and reinstate it?"

  The story reached the fork in the road and moved in another direction.

   "Maybe...or maybe I think this kind of life is good, so good that I sometimes forget my past."

   "Sounds pretty good."

  Lorenzo nodded affirmatively. The situation right now is really good, quiet and peaceful, not perfect. He reached out and touched it, trying to light a cigarette and sink into a deeper intoxication, but his hand froze in the air next second.

   opened his eyes abruptly, and a little bit of white flashed in his gray-blue pupils.

  The peaceful atmosphere was frozen and then burst.

  Everyone noticed the change in Lorenzo's expression. He seemed to be asleep just now. As a result, he became solemn and depressed at this moment, like a beast tightening its nerves and exposing its minions.

"what happened?"

  Kestrel also entered the state immediately, he looked at Lorenzo, eager to get any useful information from his eyes.

   "Erosion, there is erosion nearby."

  Lorenzo got up, picked up Winchester and the spike sword, glanced back and forth, searching for the target.

  Hearing what he said, other people also took up their weapons and guarded their bodies. A faint murderous aura filled the group of people, as if the beauty and peace just now were just a hypocritical illusion.

  This is the essence of their **** cruelty.

   Lorenzo pursued the feeling of erosion, his eyes drifted away, spreading out of the window, trying to look higher, but he was blocked by the roof.

  He raised his head, and soon the light outside the window was stained with crimson blood, as if scarlet blood fell from the sky.

"this is……"

  Kestrel looked at the red light for a long time, but he soon remembered something. Lorenzo acted faster than him. He turned over the table, pushed the door open, and was exposed to the cold wind.

  Lorenzo raised his head, and the pedestrians around him also raised their heads, looking up at the sky.

"what happened?"

   and the few people who left the house were also sluggish where they were, and raised their heads just like Lorenzo.

In their sight, a crimson light was shining in the thick clouds, and this light was still falling continuously, sliding out of a crimson trajectory, one by one, from top to bottom, weaving the light to the sky. rail.

   "This is... the alarm! The alarm of the broken dome!"

  Kestrel finally remembered the key, he shouted loudly, and several other people were also aware of all this in the shouts of the Kestrel.

  In the depths of the clouds, is the core of the cleansing mechanism, located on the broken dome above the Dunling Pagoda.

   "A crisis broke out in the Broken Dome, and the crisis was so terrible that they couldn't handle it by themselves, so they sent out alarm and rescue to the whole city."

  Kestrel's voice trembles a little. This is a situation that has only appeared in the manual, and it has now evolved into reality.

   "And when this happens, it means that the broken dome...has fallen."

   Eve whispered, witnessing the falling of the light track, and there was infinite pressure falling with it.

  A name slowly floated in everyone's mind, exuding evil and deceit.

   Roger Cruz.

  He surprises the Broken Dome, and only he can do it with absolute suppressing power.

   "Luo..."

  Eve just wanted to call Lorenzo's name, hoping that he could do something, but saw Lorenzo standing there and closed his eyes.

  He didn't respond to anyone's call, but soon they all felt that something was spreading.

  Somewhere where no one is aware, invisible and intangible power is surging.

  There was a white streamer rolling between the gaps of his eyelids, and Lorenzo opened his eyes and looked towards the sky.

  With his gaze, the sky collapsed and a piece of the sky collapsed. Something was falling, and the wind was convolving, making a harsh whine.

  (End of this chapter)