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Chapter 5 - Chapter 4: Mandrake grass

Mandrake, an herb from the land of abundance, is better known by its other name, mandrake, according to those scholars. But in fact, the two herbs are not the same at all, mandrake is a common hallucinogenic herb, used by the local natives as a narcotic, and is now a component of the downtown hallucinogens epidemic.

The herb in Lorenzo's cigarette is mandrake. Unlike the usual mandrake, the herb was carefully bred as a "medium" by local shamans, who believed that smoking it would build Bridges to the unknown, a medium for touching the occult, which they often used to communicate with the dead.

The technology of steam is so advanced that the idea of ghosts and spirits has long been forgotten, but there are still survivors of the old days who believe in them.

Lorenzo also discovered this effect in an old book, and then, with the help of Shrike, he obtained some from some smugglers. At first, with the intention of giving it a try, but after working on the case for so long, Lorenzo has found that this thing can actually do something.

What was seen was not simply an illusion, but a part of it was real, and the real part was what Lorenzo needed!

The lights went out one by one, the cold air became damp in the darkness, Lorenzo smelled the sea again and the countless raindrops fell on the deck, and he returned to the ship.

In the dark the body slowly wriggles, it comes to life, clearly the flame of the cigarette is not so bright, but in the dark all this is so clear, Lorenzo silently watching.

The internal organs began to shrink until the stomach and intestines were only tiny pieces, and the bones began to twist and distort as past growth pushed up the delicate skin and the dark red blood vessels beneath it were clearly visible.

A hoarse voice came out of the shrivelled throat, like a whine before a terrible death.

It was a frightening sight, but Lorenzo didn't care, as if he didn't feel fear.

The cigarette is half burnt.

The mandrake plant connected him to the mysterious world, and the time of burning tobacco was the time he could stay in the world of the dead.

It's not enough. It's not enough.

Suddenly the feeling of being watched came over him, so familiar, like in the carriage, the thing that had been watching him in the darkness, and Lorenzo turned his head violently to try to find the strange figure in the darkness, but the twisted body of the next second with a strong smell of blood knocked him down.

It's Vole. Or Vole's body.

It knocked Lorenzo out of his chair and pinned him down, its sharp claws gripping his skull, its ribs open like a predator's mouthparts, and its dried-up blood clamped Lorenzo in.

Look at me!

There seemed to be a voice, reflecting the grim face in the eyes, with great pain, above which the eyes were dark and cloudy, but in which there was a faint green light.

The pain was intense, but Lorenzo didn't care. He looked directly at the eyes, and in the darkness he finally saw that part of reality.

It was a beacon rising in the green light.

The cigarette finally burned out and the light returned to the world.

It's like Lorenzo's waking from hibernation, his movements stiff and his eyes blank. He dropped his cigarette and sat in a chair for a long time before he recovered.

It was a side effect of the drug, and Lorenzo felt momentarily retarded at the end.

Everything is like a dream, Wall's body did not come to life, still lying quietly in front of his body, he was not knocked down, sitting well in place, as if everything that is so real is an illusion, clearly the pain is so real.

It's an illusion, but it's also real.

Like the last thing he saw, the lighthouse.

Lorenzo wasn't sure what role the Lighthouse had in the case, but at least now he had a general idea.

Weird bodies and lighthouses.

Slowly stand up, the stiff feeling is still there, which makes him feel very uncomfortable, perhaps this is also one of the side effects of anasana, at first this retarded state is very short, but with the frequent use, the time is getting longer and longer.

Maybe I can get poor Chief Buscalo checked out in a couple of days, but being a chief should save me a lot of trouble, right?

After all this, it was time to leave, but just then the sound of the loading of a bullet was heard.

"Show me your hands!"

Iguan raised his pistol and aimed it at Lorenzo.

Since childhood, Eve's intuition has been very keen, this time is no exception, in the water fog she felt someone walking by her side, can not help but the heart of the strange, she finally caught this sneaky person here.

'What happened to the detective?

Turning around, Lorenzo's expression was perfect, flustered with a touch of calm, like a good citizen misunderstood by the police.

As a great detective in old Turin, Lorenzo had to know a little about everything.

"What are you doing?"

Iki was a newcomer, and it was the first time she had pointed a gun at someone, and looking at Lorenzo's face, she felt for a moment that she had misunderstood him.

"This is my nephew. He was murdered this morning. I can't bear to grieve..."

"Lorenzo said and covered his face.

Iguan took a few steps closer, and she still did not let down her guard.

"Your nephew... ... A Viking?"

The body's features were barely recognizable, but the long pigtails that the Vikings loved were still hanging from its head. Lorenzo's cry stopped, and then Iguan saw the nameplate on the iron cabinet, which was the case she was in charge of. The last bit of sympathy is gone, Yi Guan said coldly.

"Sir, you might want to come with me."

For a moment it was awkward.

Lorenzo once sneaked into the Royal Academy of Arts, in order to allow himself to enter the role at any time to deceive others he had studied in the performance department for more than a year, at first everyone thought he was a passing tourist, followed by auditors, students, and finally even the professor knew this excellent student called Lorenzo, and invited him to the Royal Opera House to perform.

But such an excellent student suddenly disappeared after a year, the professor went through the list and did not find this person named Lorenzo Holmers, he just disappeared into thin air, everyone remembered that talented young man, but the attendance lists and even the school register did not have his name, like a ghost.

But no matter how good the performance, no matter how rigorous the fraud, Lorenzo can not deceive people on direct evidence, he smiled awkwardly.

Eve was very serious on the surface, but her heart was already happy, and there was something strange about the case, otherwise why would this person sneak in to investigate this insignificant body.

"Turn around!

Threatening Lorenzo with a gun, he cooperates and slowly turns around, Igoki drops the gun, takes out the handcuffs, but then Lorenzo moves.

The wide, knee-deep black trench coat swung up so hard that it took up most of Izoki's field of view. She held the gun in one hand and the handcuffs she had just taken out in the other. The young detective, clearly panicked, pulled the trigger, but his slender hand struggled to control the recoil, and the bullet deflected.

A large hole was punched in the black trench coat, followed by the black hole of the gun protruding from under the trench coat.

"Detective, don't move."

Lorenzo holds the Winchester, rests his hand on the lower iron lever, and cocks it.

The situation reversed in an instant, Iguan can only look at all this.

Apparently this is a bit of a shock for the new guy, a cute new first case involving a bad detective who's been around for a long time in Old Dunling, like a sheep locked up with a hungry Wolf.

"This is a morgue, not many people come, and even if I kill you, no one will know it was me, do you understand?"

Iguan nodded in cooperation, and even if he fired, he was not as fast as Lorenzo, not to mention that Lorenzo's gun was obviously more threatening than the destruction.

But soon Eve realized something.

"Did you kill him?"

I mean, I've never seen a shotgun like this, but isn't it still a shotgun? Consistent with the gunshot wound that killed Wall, combined with the suspicious nature of this mysterious man's entry into the morgue, Iguan is sure that the man in front of him killed Wall.

I should have called Place if I hadn't come by myself, even though in this situation there's nothing that Place could have done.

"Don't insult people, Detective. I'm a legal citizen of Invig."

Lorenzo is telling the truth, but his identity is given to him by the Shrike, who is very reliable in this regard, and he can create any identity for you if you pay enough, please note that it is not a forgery, but an official identity.

Lorenzo's mouth is full of crap, but his mind is running wild, and he's thinking about what to do next, and so is Iguan, who doesn't want her first case to be her last.

But just then the translucent yellow liquid ran under Lorenzo's feet and came through the door of the morgue with a foul smell.

"What do you think this is, detective? ?"

Lorenzo said suddenly, with his head down.

"I think it might be oil."

"I think... .. You must have guessed right."

As Lorenzo's words fell, a raging fire came from the morgue's door, like a balrog from hell, and a flash of rage lit everything around, and the freezing temperature of the morgue rose and became hot.

This is a Jedi place, the only way out is through this gate, and now it's sealed by fire, and the fire is only getting worse.

"What's going on..."

At the last moment, Lorenzo pulled Eve away, or Eguan, who was against the gate, would have been engulfed in flames in an instant. 1

"It's a clue."

The man's voice had a kind of morbid excitement.

Iguan looked to one side, and the fire lit Lorenzo's face, and there was a bigger fire in his eyes.

Sure enough, Vole's death attracted the attention of those who did not want the secret in Vole's body to be discovered, so they came here to set fire to it.

"Detective, come and help if you don't want to die."

Lorenzo said, kicking over the iron cabinets where the bodies were hidden, stacked on top of each other and ready to be taken apart.

"What are you doing?"

Yiguan some do not understand the operation of this person, clearly the fire has burned to the eyes... .. He's still wrestling with these dead people.

"Live... You don't want to be cremated here with these bodies, do you?"

"Are you a pile of me and a pile of us ever separated?"