Old Turin, inner City.
When it comes to the prosperity of old Turin, everyone's first thought is basically the inner city, which is the most concentrated area of wealth in the whole of Old Turin, and the most central "royal area" of old Turin protected by guards and walls, this is the last place where most aristocrats can come into contact.
It is covered with electricity and lit up at night, and you can see the crowds of people walking around in tall buildings, their figures thrown on the ground by the light, spread out in a blurred and broken shape, and as the steam rises, you can smell the intoxicating aroma of wine even on the edge of the inner city.
The streets are full of modern cars, most of which can only be moved in the inner city because of the high demand for road conditions, but even then the rich still spend a lot of money on this seemingly useless thing, because it represents the latest technology, which is a status symbol.
Lorenzo sat at the dining table on the balcony overlooking the peaceful sleeping position of the city.
This is a good location, you can watch the whole block from here, although it is dark now, but there is no such thing as darkness in the inner city, bright electric lights lit up every corner.
This is the position of the hunter, Lorenzo will be the first to notice anything unusual, if he had a new mechanical Institute sniper rifle in his hand, he could easily kill everyone in sight from this position.
Of course, Lorenzo is a detective, not some cold-blooded killer, not some psychopath who kills for fun.
The table was already full of food, and now it was time for another guest to arrive,
Looking down at her pocket watch, she was already ten minutes late.
But Lorenzo is not in a hurry, it is 11:20, there is still some time before the end of the night, it is not a rush.
There were a lot of people on the street, it was almost midnight, but it seemed like a good day was just beginning. Lorenzo was thinking, looking at the pairs of figures leaving, when a figure sat down.
Looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, Lorenzo froze, and then the etiquette class told him that he should be praised now.
"Well... It's nice."
The girl in front of her was really dressed up, gorgeous and not vulgar, as if she were a social butterfly who often attended the ball.
Lorenzo is very clear that the girl is not deliberately pretended, just from the birth of the family atmosphere is different. So temperament is really metaphysical, Lorenzo can imitate anyone, but the key temperament is always impossible to grasp.
"Did you call me out just to eat?"
Iguan looked at Lorenzo, the detective who was always so mysterious, suddenly appearing and disappearing, leaving only a letter about the day's itinerary.
"Of course, you have to eat to work, right?"
With these words Lorenzo picked up the knife and began to eat again, the man really did not eat well, like a hungry Wolf.
Iguan sighed, a man like Lorenzo doesn't do things that don't make sense, he must have a purpose, he just won't say it now.
"Have you done everything I asked you to do?"
It was an ugly sight to eat and talk at the same time, but Lorenzo didn't care about it anymore, he had forgotten all the etiquette lessons.
This is the inner city, and with a meal that could eat more than half his salary, he's not going to give up.
Igan leaned back a little. She didn't want that oil on her dress
"I did it all... What do you want?"
The letter Lorenzo left behind had a bunch of bizarre requirements, such as dressing formally but wearing casual clothes under a skirt, and carrying weapons and money.
It took a great deal of effort to slip a form-fitting garment under her long dress, and likewise, the ribbon on her thigh was full of weapons, and the girl did not even dare to move quickly as she walked, for fear of the sound of metal tapping.
Suddenly remembered the killer queen in the story, the charming woman will hide the flexible and sharp iron under her dress, when she and the man warmly embrace will pull out the metal, with a piece of scarlet, the difference between the moment and her is only that she will pull out not the iron but the Bonin 91 pistol.
Lorenzo wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and the feeling of a full meal was very good, such a luxurious meal could not be sure when the next time would be.
"For your career and mine, Detective."
Raise your glass and drink it down.
Lorenzo adjusted his clothes, and Iguan noticed that under the black and gray trench coat was a neat white dress, and the black top hat lay aside, as if he were going to some dance.
"You need to solve cases to make sure you don't get fired, and I need to solve cases to make sure my employer doesn't get killed Me."
Lorenzo put on his top hat, picked up his cane, found a fake mustache somewhere, and just stuck it to his lips.
"You have the money, don't you?"
Having sorted everything out, Lorenzo asked Iguan.
The girl gave a sound and took out her purse.
Lorenzo nodded, then said.
"I asked you today to go to a ball with me, since it would be a nuisance to go alone, and I need a companion."
"What does that have to do with our career?"
'Because Saab gave the ball.'
Lorenzo gracefully reached out his hand and pulled Iguan up, and the girl put her hand gently on his shoulder, and the two people had an extraordinary understanding.
'Who is he?
"A mob boss, a Viking, runs a gang called the Green Sharks, which mainly wraps up smuggled cargo from the port of Rendona."
Pulling this beautiful lady, Lorenzo did not deliberately but also felt himself to be the center of sight here. I mean, that detective looks amazing.
"The gang that stopped us that day was his man, and we must be able to pry something out of him."
"Pry out what?"
"Intelligence. Whether it's who he worked for or how Wall died, there will be an answer, and if we're lucky, we'll be able to take him straight to Suaran Hall."
With the cane gently tapping the ground, kidnapping is not a problem for a detective.
"Believe me, Detective, as the leader of a gang that is worth far more than the cases you're working right now, you'll be a rising star in the police force."
"Kidnapping is a crime, and how can we try him without evidence?"
Eve is still a law-abiding person at heart, and far too virtuous for Lorenzo, an unprincipled psychopath.
'Saab was a man of the lower town. Legally speaking, he was not a citizen of Inlvig at all. You could kill him and there would be no prosecution.'
Suyalan Hall has always wanted to open up a stronghold in the lower city, they can tolerate the existence of the trash can in the lower city, but it must be in the official control, the reason why Saab has been alive, just Suyalan Hall can not find the opportunity.
Lorenzo, with a smirking smile, picked up Iguan's bag and pulled out several lion coins, the official currency of Inurvig, minted by Queen Victoria.
With that, Lorenzo handed the money to the waiter, smiled and pulled Iguan out of the room,
Iguan watched Lorenzo turn over his bag and take the money, and for a long time she slowly said.
"What is this?
"Your treat, why?" Lorenzo felt no shame.
"Don't look at it, you don't have a lot of money, you're the princess of Phoenix, don't show that I framed you for millions of dollars, okay?"
"Lorenzo insisted.
"According to the city Hall income list, I am a low-income ethnic group."
He wasn't lying. Lorenzo had originally wanted to be a proper detective agency, but unfortunately he was not a proper person, and in pursuit of a fleeing carriage, he shot off the wheel, and the unlucky husband rolled around with his lover three times before stopping.
After the mistress fractured into the hospital, the entrusted lady heard that she went to the hospital and added a fracture wound, as for the husband, he thought Lorenzo was sent by the lady to shoot him, but the lady still had the old love, let him go, he reformed with tears.
All is well, except that Lorenzo's violent behavior scares off most employers, and in the end, only Shrike will give him some cases to make a living.
Financial conditions are not good, and Lorenzo is in desperate need of money to pay this month's rent, or Madame van Rood will put a bullet in his head.
"You know what? I'm almost too poor to buy bullets, would you like to help me?"
Listening to Lorenzo's nagging, Iguan had a new understanding of the damn detective. You're such a son of a bitch."
"Thanks for the compliment."