Where there is light, darkness is born.
Before the Lower Town came, the SINS of Old Turin were in every dark corner, and no matter how many soldiers the iron Serpent carried, no matter how many dead bodies were thrown into the Thames, nothing changed.
The upward steam tower with the world's most advanced technology through the clouds, the darkest crimes are fermented in the fog below, until the emergence of the lower city, this nowhere to vent the evil finally have a place to release, those dark things all gathered in the dirty place, the whole old town flexible in the hypocrisy of holiness.
The lower part of town is so special that people have to feel mysterious.
Also because of the particularity of the lower city, there are several default rules in Suyaran Hall, one of which is that police officers are forbidden to enter the lower city, the group of desperados do not care about their own lives, as long as there is a certain amount of wealth they will kill a police officer who enters rashly.
The mounted police were afraid to enter, waiting for further instructions.
In this Lorenzo feels not very good, it is clear that the group is for the group of suspects to come to a perfect cooperation, no matter how much disturbance they caused in the outer city to cover their tracks, as long as they enter the lower town, in so many outlaws watching, the mounted police can only let them go.
It was supposed to be a stand-off, but when Izoki killed that gang member, a fight started.
"Run!"
It was an emergency. That was all Lorenzo could shout, and then a cacophony of gunfire rang out and the gang opened fire, a miscellany of firearms, mostly homemade, with projectiles flying.
Ikki rolled down behind the remains of the iron snake, hearing the clashing of metal in his ears, tearing at his eardrums.
Lorenzo had hidden behind the Iron Serpent before her, and he was a man of action, and words always followed actions.
"What to do!
The young detective was clearly panicked, and she didn't expect her first day on the job to be this exciting.
"Wait, when I tell you to run, you run!" Do you understand?"
Lorenzo bellowed, trying to make his voice clear from the gunfire. Izoki's still useful to him. He can't just let her die.
Lorenzo yelled at her, pointing to the row of mounted police behind her.
"Run there, you're a detective, they won't let you die, and as soon as you cross that line, these thugs won't dare to lay a hand on you!"
That's one of the rules. No one from downtown is allowed to enter the outer city, which is what Old Dunling thought they were, and by law any detective has the power to shoot any rioter who trespasses into the outer city.
Chaotic, but bound by iron laws.
Shrike said all this, that the Lower town only exists because Old Dunling needs it. Old Dunling is a big, crazy city, it's bustling and beautiful, but there's always something to dump, and it used to be dumped everywhere, but now it's concentrated in the lower part of town.
A trash can.
That's what Shrike always said about the land he ruled.
There were many secrets hidden in his gray-blue eyes, and Lorenzo was a man haunted by secrets.
"Run, girl!"
Pat her on the body, too late to feel the girl's softness, Lorenzo holds the shotgun strong appearance.
Pull the trigger. It's like a starting gun.
Izoki unknowingly began to believe everything Lorenzo said, he stepped out of the gun at the same time, Izoki ran back to the gun and the police whistle, a new round of chaos began.
Bullet through the head, shattered shrapnel and several people nearby knocked down, blood everywhere, brilliant.
The mob charged with homemade weapons, and though their orders were only to stop the mounties from pursuing them, now that someone was dead, they had to make Lorenzo and Iguan pay.
Lorenzo barely dodged the rusted blade before Winchester roared and smashed his upper body.
They're not Vole, their bodies don't undergo that weird change, and ordinary flesh and blood can't withstand this shot.... ... After all, the weapon was never designed to kill.
It's a familiar and exhilarating feeling, the unique smell of blood permeating the dirty streets, as if you were awakened and felt your own blood burning.
The guns kept firing.
Lorenzo had never been a good man, as he himself had concluded from night after night of reflection, and was therefore merciless in his actions.
A continuous series of whistles, specially made iron whistles in Suaran Hall, emit different frequency scales, which the mounted police mostly use to communicate in emergency situations, like a simple Morse code, several different whistles can quickly convey important information.
They're talking. They're talking a lot.
Lorenzo had spent a long time learning this top-secret form of communication, and although he could not fully decipher it, he could now barely understand the whistle's simple commands.
A short, rapid whistle was followed by a long cry, Lorenzo shot the head of the strong man in front of him, and then felt a little pressure.
He understood the whistle, and the mounted police were about to arrive.
...
Place clenched the REINS and faced the wind with a sad look on his face.
He was on his way down town quickly with the next troopers. Place didn't care about the case at the moment. More important than the case right now was Iguan.
As Lorenzo said, Iguan is an aristocrat, and as a senior detective, Place was ordered to bring such a new person, and he can see the extraordinary status of Eve.
Iki can't die. If she does, those damn nobles will skin him alive.
Of course, there were bigger worries on Place's mind, about Lorenzo.
He always felt that he had seen this damned detective somewhere, and after hard thinking, a familiar figure gradually appeared in front of him, and the mere thought of it felt a shiver.
Place was not sure of his reasoning, but neither did he dare to deceive himself, with his rifle loaded and hanging by the side, and his revolver loaded at his side, as if he were about to go into battle.
After all, you can't be prepared for one of the oddities of downtown.
Even now Place feels that it was the worst crime he has ever been involved in, blood soaked the ground in the mist, bodies and blood filled the Thames.
Place will never forget that figure, one of the main characters in the Red River massacre, Shrike's iron spine.
Rough hands slowly picked up the rifle, already in the distance to see the blocking mounties, Place knew it was coming.
Picking up the iron whistle in his mouth, loud and clear singing through the red sunset.
With the sound of the iron whistle, the mounted police who had been watching coldly set up their guns in their hands, and the black muzzle formed the wall of death.
With the sound of bullets ringing in her ears, Iguchi has never looked back since she started running, and she doesn't know why she believed Lorenzo, but as if following her instinct, she did, and has survived to this day.
The glow of the setting sun poured down from the end of the horizon, and everything was bathed in a layer of bright red misery. Eve couldn't make out the faces of the troopers, their backs to the afterglow, black silhouettes.
The iron whistle was followed by gunfire.
For a moment, Iki thought she was going to die, but the bullet flew past her, into the chaos and then the mounted police began to push, the tall horses past her, toward the dirt.
"Eve!
Suddenly someone was calling himself, and the dark shadow ran through the afterglow to his side.
"Officer Place!"
At the sight of that familiar face, Iguan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then she realized that something was wrong, so much had suddenly happened that she must be blamed.
Pull back. This place is out of your reach now.
Place had a stern look on his face, a rifle in his hand, and though he was talking to Iguan, his eyes were always in front of him, staring there.
"I...."
Iguan tried to say something else, but was immediately cut off by Place.
"That person may be iron spine, not you this new person can be involved, quickly get out of the way!"
An iron spine?
It was as if something had touched her. Igan seemed to remember the word, but for a moment she could not remember what it was. Then Place reached over her and set up his rifle, the muzzle flashing.
No matter how violent the rioters were, they were still weak in the face of regular army fire, and the battle lasted a short time before it was over, the whole area was cleared, and the arrested rioters were all tied to one side.
The impact was bigger than anyone thought, with a fire at Victoria Central Hospital, a derailment of a steam tram, and then a firefight.
It was night, and huge zeppelins swam across the sky, then cast lights to add light to this dark area.
Place, on horseback, clenched his gun, scanned back and forth among the arrested mob.
"Did you find him?"
Another trooper slowly approached and said to Place,
"No... Sheriff Donas."
There was a sense of loss and remorse in Place's eyes.
"I'm sorry I had to use so much police because I had a hunch."
"It's okay, it's normal to mobilize police for such a big fight, but I thought it would catch the iron spine." Sergeant Donas said slowly.
Ironthorn disappeared after the Red River massacre. Some say he died there. "But Place, according to our information, was involved in the case, only we never found his body. Others say he was sent out of Invig by Shrike."
"He's still here. I feel it all the time."
Place was adamant about the sheriff's questions.
After a little silence, the sheriff expressed confidence in Place's feelings.
"So what was he doing this time?"
Donas sheriff some do not understand, for so many years the Red River tragedy has been the black cloud of Suyalan Hall, will cover their so-called honor, Suyalan Hall never gave up tracking iron spine, but has been nothing, he would have been forgotten, but now back.
"I don't know, Sheriff, but I've always had a feeling." The usual languid feeling is no longer, Place has never been more serious.
"He was always in Old Turin, but he was so cunning that no one would have noticed if he had passed in front of us."