Embers of Embers

Chapter 39
The darkest and most difficult time has passed, and a pale golden dawn appears at the end of the old Dunling sky.
Soldiers were guarding the outside of the underground palace. The war tonight was finally over. All the corpses were burned on the spot, and ashes continued to rise, falling like dark snowflakes.
Enjoying the long-lost light, among the outermost guards, the kestrel stretched out his hand and gently caught the black snowflakes, and then the falling rain washed them away.
It's raining.
The drizzle of rain fell from the gloomy sky, completely purifying the ashes of the demon. The morning was so cold, and Officer Price still stood aside without knowing anything. He still held the kestrel in his hand. gun, the cold rain soaked into his clothes, making him shiver.
The end of the falling light, filled with gunpowder smoke, appeared in his field of vision, and the morning wind brought the burning smell over.
"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the way I should go, I have kept the faith. From now on, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness."
A weak voice sounded in the communicator, and the mixed sound with electricity seemed ancient and mysterious.Until this voice sounded, Kestrel's frozen face finally relaxed a little and spoke into the communicator.
"I thought you were dead."
"Fortunately, Galahad's sword penetrated my chest. If I missed it even slightly, I would have died. But fortunately, God still protects me."
The robin's voice sounded, and I didn't expect that he was not dead.
"Looks like you need some rest."
"Yeah, I'm just a little regretful. I thought I could finally go to heaven?" Robin said with a smile, "I was ready to repent before I died, but these people rescued me again. "
"Of course, Robin, we are all brothers, how can you escape from this hell first?"
Kestrel said as he finally breathed a sigh of relief, the sunshine was warm and full of hope.
No one died, which was great.
……
Lorenzo walked along the Thames with difficulty, and the wounds on his body were slowly healing themselves, but even so his vision began to gradually dim, until the icy raindrops fell on him, making him refreshed.
The cold air came with the rain, driving away the smell of blood and burning from the tip of my nose.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the small boat. Eve was sitting on one side, leaning against the wall. The girl's face was pale, her hair was messed up by the rain, and she was extremely embarrassed.
The two looked at each other, and then laughed in unison.
This was truly an unforgettable night. If it weren't for the fact that it involved monsters, Eve would have really wanted to write all this into a novel. Of course, the content of the story would be about a peerless female hero and a weak detective.
"You look like you're going to die." Eve stood up slowly.
"So are you."
Lorenzo walked over, and Eve took the initiative to help him up. The two of them just supported each other and staggered.
"You need a doctor, Lorenzo."
Looking at Lorenzo's pale face due to blood loss, Eve was a little worried. Although she was also injured, the injuries were not fatal, but Lorenzo was obviously different. If it were for his injuries, others would have died long ago.
"I can't go to the hospital."
Lorenzo directly objected, saying that he carries secret blood in his body, which is not something that normal people can touch, not even doctors.
"But you need to bandage your wound!"
Eve said again that she probably understood why Lorenzo refused, but if this continues, he might really die.
Lorenzo was also aware of his condition, but he still couldn't do it. The secrets he held were more important than anyone imagined. He himself was a mobile prison, locking these things tightly in his body.
But he can't die. Once the jailer dies, the things in the prison will escape sooner or later.His eyes wandered around the street, as if the goddess of luck was protecting him. Lorenzo saw something and made an ugly smile.
With Eve's confused look on her face, Lorenzo exerted some strength and then raised the Winchester. The gun was just a decoration at the moment, but it felt good to use it to bluff people.
So Lorenzo stopped in front of a door with "147 Hammeling Street" written on it.
A loud knocking on the door woke up the owner of the house not long after. Director Buscaro walked downstairs very angry. Ever since he was threatened by that strange man with a shotgun a few days ago, he had not done anything in a row. I have had nightmares for several days, and it is rare that I fell asleep peacefully this time but was woken up in the early morning.
Angrily opening the door, Director Buscaro was ready to vent his anger, but after opening the door, there was a familiar face and a familiar shotgun.
"Good morning, Director Buscaro!"
Lorenzo skillfully put the shotgun on his head, and his sick face showed a kind of enthusiasm like seeing a relative.
……
"So is this a home invasion?"
"No, it's just a staycation at a friend's house."
"Do you think putting a gun to someone's head and rushing in is a 'staycation'?"
"This only shows the closeness of the friendship between Director Buscaro and I."
It took Buscaro less than a minute to understand the current situation, so Lorenzo was sitting on the comfortable sofa at the moment, with his upper body exposed and sutured his wounds.
Director Buscaro's home has a lot of medical equipment. Although it is not as complete as the hospital, it is enough.He was seen standing aside tremblingly, watching Lorenzo use tweezers to remove piece after piece of iron from the wound.
His own worldview seemed to be shattered. This man had taken out at least two kilograms of metal from his body. Logically speaking, he should be dead, but now he is still full of vitality and can even perform surgery on himself. Quarrel with Eve.
"Miss, are you his friend?"
Looking at Eve on the side, the girl was also sitting on the other side bandaging her wound. Compared to Lorenzo, it was just a skin injury, and the most serious part was only on her arm, which could be healed with a simple suture.
Hearing Director Buscalo's words, Eve looked at the unlucky man, not knowing what he was going to do.
"Probably so."
Eve thought for a moment and replied.
"Miss, you are making careless friends, you can't do this!"
Buscaro remembered Eve. She was the one who had been bothering him during the autopsy of Wall's body, but why did the police detective at that time get together with Lorenzo, a lunatic... Could it be that he was an undercover agent of Su Alan Hall?
Thinking of this, Buscaro's mood collapsed even more. The more he knew, the faster he would die. His brain couldn't stop thinking, and the corpses they handled flashed back crazily in his mind. It was clear that Lorenzo did nothing. Buscaro had died countless times in his mind.
Just when he was still thinking about how to leave a will, Lorenzo suddenly spoke.
"Director Buscalo, could you please come and sew this for me?"
Lorenzo exposed his back, which he could not reach, and had no choice but to let the doctor come.
Can I go to Buscaro?He was scared to death now. In his opinion, Lorenzo was simply a haunting evil ghost.
But at this moment, Eve on the side directly picked up the shotgun. Looking at the cold and somewhat cunning eyes, this girl was no longer a careless friend, she was simply in cahoots with each other!
Where is the former police detective who was so enthusiastic about investigating the case and never let go of any clues? Why has he changed so much after obviously not seeing him for a few days?
Regardless of Director Buscaro's rapidly changing psychological activities, Lorenzo directly exposed his back to him. It was a deep wound. As Lorenzo's secret blood calmed down, his extraordinary recovery power also increased. During the descent, he needed someone to help him stitch up.
"Don't look at it."
Buscaro reluctantly took the needle and thread. He didn't know what Lorenzo meant by 'not being able to see'. He was obviously a man, so why was he shy? But he understood immediately.
It was the weird tattoo that seemed to be alive in his eyes. Buscaro was aroused. He tried to see what it looked like, but the result was a stinging pain in his eyes, which seemed to come alive. The falcon pecked out his eyes in an instant.
"They all told me not to read it."
Lorenzo said calmly, struggling to pick up the blanket and cover his back quite a bit.
"What... what's going on?"
Cold sweat suddenly covered Buscaro, and he was panting violently, as if he had just finished a marathon, feeling a kind of exhaustion that he had never experienced before in spirit and even in body.
"Cognitive pressure... Just like when you read a dense book, the amount of information brought by so many words will instantly impact your brain, just like a leak in a dam, a solid barrier will also expand in the huge Breaking under the tide, and your brain will protect itself under the impact, protectively fall into a coma or something, and forget the huge information."
Lorenzo said indifferently, but Eve knew very well that he was talking to herself. After tonight, Eve has developed a connection with the dark side of the world. This kind of thing is so weird, like a swamp, and it has nothing to do with it. After the intersection, it will only get deeper and deeper.
Buscaro's eyes were heavy, and he picked up the needle and thread and began to sew up the wound. Although he did not try to see the tattoo, it was like a strange temptation tempting him, like a poisonous snake tempting people to pick the forbidden fruit.
"What on earth is going on with you..."
Finally finished, Buscaro wiped the sweat from his forehead. In his opinion, Lorenzo was no longer as simple as a criminal. Although he was an ordinary person, he was still a doctor. He had already stitched the wound just now. Discovered the weirdness of Lorenzo's body, which is not something ordinary people can have at all.
"Doctor, it's better not to know so much."
Lorenzo said as he picked up a piece of paper. This was the list he wrote after coming in. The handwriting was a little distorted because of the injury.
"You should be at work by time. As the director, you should be able to get these. I hope you can send them over soon."
It was a list of medicines, Buscaro asked, looking at the list.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll call the police after I go out?"
Lorenzo shook his head and said.
"You can feel the... unspeakable weirdness, right? It won't be the police who deal with me, but another group of people. From what I understand, the way to deal with 'weirdness' is to deal with everyone related to it. We are already on the same side.”
A simple threat, but very useful. Buscaro gave Lorenzo a hard look, and then slammed the door away. In the end, only he and Eve were left in the room.
"I remember he had a daughter here, but it looks like his wife took her away. Life is really hard."
Looking at the family photo on the cabinet, Lorenzo said casually, while Eve sat opposite him on the other side.
"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, I think we can have a good talk now, right?"
"Talk about what?"
The girl's expression was a little complicated. She looked at Lorenzo and thought for a long time before saying.
"About why you saved me, and...these..."
Eve stretched out her hand, and she tore off the bandage. She saw that most of the wounds had healed, and the girl's eyes were filled with fear and confusion.
(End of this chapter)