"As you know, I almost caught them."
There were small rooms where the two men sat staring into each other's eyes, Lorenzo bundled up and explaining everything about the day.
"Obviously someone didn't want us to investigate, they tried to destroy the bodies and even said they wouldn't leave anyone alive. I was able to capture at least three people alive and bring them back for interrogation, but they killed them all."
The safe shooter, he was always at the forefront, shooting every straggler.
"Shrike, this is not like the gangsters we've met before, they have a very strict internal structure... That's not something a connected gang can do."
There was rarely a hint of trouble beneath Shrike's half-mask, and he knew a lot about that.
"Most of the people in the lower part of the city are wallheads, who obey who, and even sell their relatives in order to survive."
"Said Shrike slowly, realizing the seriousness of the problem.
'But those people aren't afraid to die, are they? The people of downtown are not so noble and fearless.
Eyes turned to Lorenzo, who expected the detective to surprise him.
"And did you find any clues? I'm sure you won't do it for nothing.
Lorenzo nodded and then said.
"People in the lower town were tipped off in advance..... Or that was part of their plan, and if that failed they would sneak into the downtown area, and the gangsters would need to be there to cover for them."
"Shrike, you know how territorial these people are. Territory represents wealth in the lower town, so the gang can only come from the local area. I need to know who runs the area."
"Saab."
The Shrike was the master of the lower town, and he had an instant idea of who the people were.
"Saber, Viking from the northern seas..."
Shrike's thoughts stopped, and this coincided with Wal's history.
"You think Saab took the goods?"
"Not him. He's just a guy who works for you. He doesn't have access to your level of business."
Lorenzo dismissed the idea outright.
"He's just a smokescreen. He's being paid to cover, and for a decent price, I'm sure he'll do it."
"What are you going to do, Lorenzo Holmers?"
The shrike touched his jaw, and he began to find things interesting.
"It's simple. Find him, put a gun to his head, ask him who put him up to it, and pull the trigger until he does."
Lorenzo's voice didn't fluctuate, like a normal speech, but there was something sinister about it that was frightening.
"You'll kill him."
"Shrike, I have been in the Royal College of Medicine, although I do not understand the profound, but how to avoid the fatal injury of the human body I still understand."
Picking up the gun beside him, Lorenzo tried back and forth on his own body.
"You should go to class, too, and you're never too old to learn, and this kind of fatal-avoidance shooting is perfect for fake death."
Lorenzo had a serious look on his face, which was rare for such an imprudent man.
For a moment Shrike did not know what to say. He thought Lorenzo was very strange, very strange indeed.
For a long time Shrike sent someone to follow the detective, after all, he was too curious about Lorenzo's past, but the results were mostly boring.
When he was working, Lorenzo worked diligently to solve crimes; when he was not working, he would ride the steam tram to various universities, and he had spent so much time at the Royal College of Art that the Butcher thought the great detective was going to become an actor.
It turns out that he only studied acting to better solve crimes, and as part of his graduation exam he infiltrated Shrike's side.
Lorenzo Holmers is really a genius, without any sound, no one noticed him, he is so careless wearing a black and white dress, holding a wine tray into the butchery casino, but also personally for a table of guests shuffled as a dealer.
If he hadn't taken the initiative to signal to Shrike, Shrike hadn't noticed that the great detective was unknowingly so close to him, and it was just that he wanted to test his acting abilities, but what if he had a knife in his hand?
No one knows how many skills Lorenzo has, but it's a safe bet that he'll use them as a detective.
It's not that Shrike doesn't trust Lorenzo's abilities, he's strong, and that shotgun's powerful, but it's a little weak to go straight to a gangster.
"Yes, but I have my own way, and even if I don't, there's nothing you can do for me, is there? As you say, it concerns a Duke, and you must leave no trace of it."
The Shrike nodded, he can become the master of the lower city by walking between many forces, a duke is not enough to make him fall to the throne, but it can shake his rule, in the end, the lower city is just a trash can, and those who really control the authority compared to the Shrike is still a lot worse.
"Take it. Take it and you will be my messenger."
With that Shrike threw out his revolver, the weapon he often used to threaten Lorenzo.
"Sabo knows the gun. He'll know what's going on when he sees it."
The Lower town is more complicated than everyone thinks, and the Shrike is the leader of it, but he is only a mob, and everyone is in it for the profit, and the Shrike is the controller of the profit because his fist is the biggest.
Now that Lorenzo had an idea in mind, the butchers felt relieved and seemed to get up to leave.
'Good night then, Mr Holmers.'
The door closed slowly and the uninvited guest finally left.
Lorenzo looked out of the window, wiping the moisture off the glass, and the dark carriage melted into the night, and finally disappeared in Lorenzo's sight.
Watching the Shrike leave, Lorenzo pulls the curtains tight, then puts on his nightgown to hide the black tattoo completely.
A person in the face of the whole gang, really this is to send, Lorenzo has the confidence to sneak into the side of Saab, but he does not have the confidence to escape in the hands of a group of angry bandits, but as the Shrike feels, Lorenzo is a genius, he never let go of any opportunity to use.
From the trench coat took out the thing that had been hidden by him, by the light, the crystal light of the ruby on the necklace was blurred and beautiful.
This is no longer something that can be described as a luxury item, the quality is perfect, the interior seems to contain a delicious and stunning, silver decorative inlay, of course, the most important thing is the inscription on the back.
"The embers rekindle."
Lorenzo whispered, and as his words murmured, the ruby in his hand seemed to come to life, emitting the warmth of life.
It was Iguan's necklace, and Lorenzo ripped it off as the girl ran, but fortunately the situation was critical, and the girl did not realize it.
The embers rekindle.
It was a proverb of the noble family, and Lorenzo, reflecting on the knowledge he had accumulated over the years at Old Dunling, quickly settled on a goal, and then with a slight shock, as if he had not expected it.
Voisal isn't Eki's last name, it's her mother's, and she's just using it to disguise who she really is or her bosses will at least send her a team of rangers when they see her last name.
Igan Phoenix.
That is her true name, heir of the noble family of immortal birds.
Yi Guan's true identity is a surprise, he started with the necklace just to use Eve in the follow-up, after all, this thing seems to be very important to the girl, and in order to investigate the goods, he needs an eye liner in the Suaran hall, an eye liner that only belongs to him.
Lorenzo was still worrying about how to get the information he wanted out of Saab, but now everything was fine.
The situation changed, a brand new plan appeared in Lorenzo's mind, from the plan to the implementation, only a few minutes, in his mind he has killed several times in the lower city, all the ending points to the right, Lorenzo will get what he wants.
Meanwhile, in the distant suburbs, on the duke's estate, the girl is just finishing her bath, wearing her bathrobe and staring out of the window.
Today is not a good day, she experienced the first case in her life, but also the first punishment, police officer Place is very dissatisfied with the rash action of Igan, just on the first day of work she received a leave. Although the heart is unhappy, but the excitement of the case is real, the whole boring life boils into some new life, new experiences, but also meet some special people... Eve tries to describe her encounter with Lorenzo as "acquainting."
Hand habitually touch the upper neck, but that familiar warm no longer, feel empty.
The girl's face was suddenly surprised, then panicked, and now she realized that her precious necklace was missing.
Where did you lose it?
She tried to think, but in the end it was a blank. She couldn't remember anything.