The twilight of the old Dunlin was not beautiful, the sky was gloomy and endless steam composed of a hazy dome covered everything, the sun's afterglow could not penetrate the layers of gloom, and in the end, you could only see the blurred red tide, such as the rain of fire descending into the world.
Zeppelin as a giant whale slowly swimming in the clouds, on the ground can only see the black shadow that seems to come out of the myth.
Lorenzo sat comfortably in the driver's chair, the group of suspects disappearing from his view from the moment he changed the route of the steam tram.
"Detective, we can actually work together."
Not caring about the situation of Iguan behind him, Lorenzo said against the gusty wind.
"Our purpose is all about that group of people, as long as we catch them we will have that precious clue, as for the after that also wait until after, what do you think?"
Iguan pondered for a little while, amidst the bumps she chose to lower the gun in her hand, although the contact time was not long, the feeling Lorenzo had given her in this short time was nothing short of amazing.
She had never seen such a . . subdued, as if everything was in his control, deep and powerful.
"So are you agreeing to the proposal now?"
Lorenzo wore enigmatic eyes, as if some hidden conspiracy was being birthed beneath that gray-blue.
"Lorenzo Holmes."
Names were the first step to trust.
Iguan hesitantly extended her hand, but just as she was about to say her name, Lorenzo retracted it.
"Iguan Vosar, I know your name."
"How do you?"
Immediately Iguan's mind was on guard again, and she was beginning to regret this brief alliance.
"I'm a famous detective, this stuff is easy." Lorenzo's eyes scanned her body."
"Brand new uniform, workmanlike dress, looks like a newbie who just reported to the police station .... You really should see the state most of your coworkers are in, practically drunks, someone like you wouldn't fit in among them."
It's like viewing an object, Lorenzo commented.
"Driven, enthusiastic and cynical, you're a typical graduate, full of fantasies about the world you love this line of work and are desperate to make something of yourself."
Lorenzo said shaking his head bitterly.
"Another kid misled by the gloriously trimmed news, this business is not as easy as you think, it's not a world where you say raise your hands and the prisoner will obediently do so, the timid ones will turn tail and run, the bold ones will put a bullet in your head before you've finished your sentence."
His words were fierce and precise, at least to Iguan's ears, but she was a little exasperated, as if her secret had been revealed and exposed to the sunlight.
"You're still a nobleman's son, as evidenced by your necklace."
Lorenzo said as he pointed to Iguan's smooth neck, a silver necklace tethered to a fingernail-sized ruby that had been hidden under his clothes but had fallen out in the violent crash.
"This is not something that any ordinary nobleman can afford to wear... You know what? The police force's rookie list is usually marked, and they give preferential treatment to those nobles in case this group of gentry accidentally die, so you can take a look at it if you go back And this list is nice to have, it's posted on your bulletin board."
Lorenzo smiled, he became incredibly mysterious and powerful in Iguan's eyes.
"You .... How do you know about the police department?"
Suaran Hall wasn't something anyone could easily get into, Iguan wondered.
"My poor nephew died this morning, it's always okay for me to report a case right?" Lorenzo smiled.
Whether it was Suarland Hall or City Hall, Lorenzo was never afraid to enter because of that name, these were places that ordinary people could dabble in as long as they had the right reasons.
"There are only a few males marked, and only one of them is a girl, and I'm guessing that one is you right."
"Iguan Vosar."
Iguan had been completely surprised by Lorenzo's words, and it satisfied Lorenzo to look at her somewhat horrified.
Lorenzo Holmes, he was just a second-rate detective who was good at deception, that was his evaluation of himself There was no such thing as super intelligence in this world, and even if there was, he shouldn't have been a detective, but rather be locked up until he died by those lunatics in the Mechanical Yard.
A brain that can push the world's technology tree forward is used to fight criminals? That's too big of a stretch.
The most perfect deception should be combined with truth, he wouldn't tell Iguan that the fallen child's police ID had also fallen out in the collision just now, which detailed her information in the police station, and he wouldn't tell her that in order to facilitate Burrow's business in the downtown area, there had long been Burrow's eyeballs hidden in the Suarland Hall, and that any movement of people would be reported back to that horrible butcher bird at nightfall.
Real results paired with metaphysical reasoning, that's what Lorenzo had been doing, even though it was full of holes, they could only believe it before the real results, it was like a math formula, as long as the derivation was correct, no matter how outrageous the answer was, but that had to be correct too.
"Can you now believe that I am a detective? Lorenzo flashed that trademark smile and all was won."
...
"Now where are we going?"
Although he was on the same page for the time being, Iguan still hadn't let his guard down.
"On the way to the blockade, their aim is the lower city, there are many routes to get there quickly, but there's only one intersection where they can pass through quickly."
In order to govern the chaotic lower city, Old Dunling's move was to segregate it, the two city districts were differentiated by tall houses and walls, leaving only a few wide intersections for easy guarding.
It was possible to reach the lower city even without passing through the intersections, and for the sake of profit they had long ago opened the tunnels between the buildings, but now the group rode on horseback, and quick passage could only be made through the intersections.
They weren't just being chased by Lorenzo, the mounted police of Suarland Hall were afraid that they had long since caught up with them, and fierce gun battles erupted along the way.
"How are you sure we can catch up?"
Iguan didn't understand, only to see Lorenzo point upwards at the route map that hung over the cab.
"You should care about the daily news ..... For example, the lower city will also be included in the Iron Snake's operation.
It was Lorenzo's habit to read the newspaper and make a weekly trip to City Hall to see if there were any new ordinances or anything like that.
This habit was derived from some movie in his dream world, the one in which Earth's failure to get to the Galactic Town Hall in time to see the ordinance resulted in the planet being blown up in order to build a cosmic highway ...-a story full of dark humor.
Well, forget the old dreams and come to the present.
A few months ago the old Dunlins decided to extend the Iron Snake to the Lower City, and Lorenzo surmised that it was supposed to be someone high up who wanted to make a move on the Lower City, like they did a long time ago.
As soon as the tracks were rolled out in the Lower City and the old armored Iron Serpent came on line, Old Dunlin could always purge the Lower City of its filth, but unfortunately that operation failed just as soon as it got underway.
The railroad tracks did unfold in the lower city, but none of the iron snakes could drive into it, the group of outlaws were more united than anyone thought, the operation was soon called off, and that railroad track line instead became a road for the gangs to transport their goods, and the economy of the black market soared a lot, remembering that time when Burroughs was happy to be in the middle of it all.
"Although it failed, the railroad tracks in the lower city are connected to the outer city, just no one dares to drive there!"
A few according to the map in his head overlaid with the route map on the cab, Lorenzo was able to stop them, outside of the lower city.
He had his hands on the console, the Iron Snake was traveling in the middle of a city with complicated road conditions, changing turnouts like this was obviously an impossible task when left to the wrenchers, so nowadays the Iron Snake traveling in the middle of the city relied on rutters to change the tracks and was able to allow Lorenzo to complete the change of the Iron Snake's turnouts from just inside the vehicle.
"Charge!"
Lorenzo cheered.
...
The party raced forward, the unexpectedness of this operation was far beyond their wildest dreams, as Lorenzo had said the mounted police of Suarland Hall had caught up with them, the piercing whistles echoing like a death knell before the end of days.
The situation was critical, but the lower town was now in sight, and once there even Suarland Hall would be in trouble, and once there the bad day would be over.
In fact it was already mostly dark at the moment, with only the red clouds in the sky still releasing their last shimmering light. This was the gap between the old Duneling, where the day was ending and the night had yet to come. A few cool breezes brushed by, and the roar of steam echoed back and forth.
It was almost there, but just then there was a roar, and the whole street began to tremble slightly, and then the serpent of steel came crashing through the mist.
"Finally caught up with you!"
The mists tore apart and the great detective shone.
Lorenzo stood in the cab and set up the Winchester, firing without mercy, along with the mounted police in the rear, to whom Lorenzo was one of the enemy, and several more bullet holes were made in the compartment after the shots rang out.
Almost there!
So they thought in their minds, but then the Iron Serpent accelerated and appeared behind them.
Gunshots and explosions, the sight became chaotic, the ears were filled with violent impacts and the howling of the crowd, with warm blood everything tumbled.
The Iron Snake was derailed.
The first thing the Mob did after the tracks were established was to cut the lower city tracks away from the outer city ones; the route was indeed direct, but it was broken.
The iron serpent rolled over and over as it pressed down on the enemy, in the end it was like a big pile of rotten iron, blood trails were dragged long on the ground, and those who were not yet dead let out a feeble wail.
Iguan's head ached and her body felt as if it was about to fall apart, at the last moment she was thrown off her feet, her vision blurred by the tears that came from the pain, she struggled to stand up and then saw the dark figure under the cloud of fire.
Lorenzo was holding a shotgun in one hand and his cane in the other, not far from the wreckage of the Iron Serpent, stomping on an as-yet-undead man with his foot.
"Looks like you're the only one left, friend.
The blackened muzzle dangled down, and it was anyone's guess if Lorenzo would suddenly fire.
"I'm not going to say anything.
The man said matter-of-factly, unconcerned that death was imminent.
"Oh?"
Lorenzo laughed, he was the best at dealing with these hardened minds, but as he was about to say something else the head at his feet exploded violently . He died.
The smile gradually froze as he looked ahead, underneath the old building, the wounded figure gave Lorenzo a deathly look, incorporating the still smoking gun under his coat before turning away.
It was the man who acted as insurance, and he survived to the end.
This time Lorenzo really moved with anger, but he stopped just as he lifted his footsteps, and at the moment more people stepped out from all around him, gripping their guns and swords in an aggressive manner.
As if suddenly realizing something, Lorenzo turned back, the bustling city was just a hundred meters away, the mounted police stood in neat rows, muzzles upwards, like an iron curtain dividing the flashy from the dirty, coldly watching it all.
Lorenzo stepped into the lower city, the Iron Snake tumbling and crushing his enemies, but also arriving on impact to within the lower city.
More gangs came out, spilling out like a sea of people.
Now there was no way back, backward would be arrested by the mounted police, forward would be hacked to death, just when Lorenzo was at a loss, another gunshot rang out.
Iguan was holding the handle of her gun with a horrified look on her face, in front of her was a punk who had been knocked down with a single shot, and seemed to notice Lorenzo's line of sight as she explained in a bit of a panic.
"He...he made a move on me first!"
The situation was a bit awkward, and without waiting for Lorenzo to say anything, the black crowd pressed on.