Ember Gun

  Chapter 326 Start

   "Soldiers! Go ahead! Soldiers! The enemy's fortress is there! Conquer them!"

Old Cole seemed to be tired from running, standing on the spot panting, then waved his finger at the blank space of the grass, and under his order, the patients who ran with him happily ran towards the place. She got up, but her face was full of strict temperament, as if there were really enemies there.

  "Quickly dig! Gavin! You deserter, quickly dig!"

  After commanding the group of patients, Old Cole shouted at Gavin who was digging continuously, but Gavin remained silent, digging into the trenches he imagined.

  The soil and grass were lifted, and there were some bugs in it. Gavin's nails were full of dirt. As he was digging desperately, there were some scratches on his fingers, but the nurses didn't mean to stop them.

  Every time Gavin is prevented from doing this, the seemingly calm patient will suddenly become crazy and aggressive, and he will not hurt himself much by digging in this way. The nurses simply stop preventing him, just let him be happy.

   "You don't have no manners like this. You won't be able to get married."

  Obviously he was wearing the same medical clothes, but when Sir Durham walked up, you always thought that he was dressed gorgeously. Maybe this was the function of etiquette. Among these patients, he behaved the most elegant and felt that he was a gentleman.

  And now the gentleman is watching Eve hold on to William, trying to pull the old guy who has been gnawing grass from the grass.

   "Really vulgar."

  Deren looked at Eve with disgust, turned around and glanced at every patient in the activity area with disgust.

  In his opinion, these patients are vulgar savages, and they have no sense of courtesy, righteousness, or shame.

  He rolled up the sleeves that did not exist, took up the emptiness cane, walked around here steadily, came to William who was gnawing grass, and stretched out his hand gracefully.

   "Need help? Sir."

  He was greeted with a muddy slap, and Deren was shot over.

  William was finally picked up by Evra. The old man said that he was an alchemist. The obvious disease was that he wanted to take a bite when he saw it, as if it was some kind of secret medicine he had been pursuing.

  He is also one of the more difficult to communicate. He rarely speaks actively. After being pulled up by Eve, he just sits on the grass, looking hollowly at the gap that he has just gnawed out.

  Long hair fluttering, sitting cross-legged.

  William seemed to be in concentration, and after a while he didn’t know what he was chanting, just like a kind of spell.

  Eve doesn’t care, this old guy is always talking about it...No, the guys in the entire critically ill area are talking about it, after all, they are patients, patients without medicine.

  Nurses will give these guys regular injections of tranquilizers, but the long-term and frequent injections destroyed the little mind. Eve had heard those nurses talk in private.

These patients were very lively at first, but with the life here, his already broken will became more withered, until, like those patients sitting on the bench, his eyes were dull, walking like a creature. Like a corpse.

  Eve’s "friends" couldn't escape this fate either. She didn't know what they had gone through, and why they became like this. She only knew that this was a chronic death, a little bit, belonged to chaos.

  It feels a little sad to think of here, after all, she is quite speculative playing with these friends these days.

   Suddenly these patients stopped their movements and looked at the other direction with some alertness. It was not a sensible performance, but a biological instinct.

  The nurse pushed the wheelchair across the stagnant water. A young boy was sitting in the wheelchair.

Eve has seen him many times, and she also knows that the boy is special... In fact, she is also not sure, but faintly can feel that the boy is a rational person just like herself, but stayed there for some special reasons I am here, but what makes me curious about it is the comments of these patients.

   "This savage thug."

  The elegant Deren said so, glanced at the boy disgustingly, and left here directly.

   "How did he enlist in the army? Is the war so dangerous that it needs child soldiers?"

  Old Cole made such a comment, a little confused, but the poor sanity could no longer support him to continue thinking, so he lowered his head and continued to reprimand Gavin who had been digging the trenches.

  Gavin didn't have much reaction, just looking at the boy from time to time. Sometimes the mud-filled hand seemed to want to raise up to salute, but every time he was interrupted by Old Cole.

  William didn’t react at all. After Eve stopped him from gnawing the grass, he sat cross-legged in place, seeming to be in a daze.

It was a young boy who looked a few years younger than Eve. His hair was soft blonde, and his cheeks were a little sickly white. He was sitting in a wheelchair dignifiedly, staring directly at the nothingness in front of him. Deflected.

  In this way, he was just like those sluggish patients, but Eve had seen that there was a little sobriety and sanity in the emptiness eyes, but he was too lazy to show it.

The nurse pushed him to the corner and left, leaving him alone. The patients around did not dare to disturb him. It was like a circle of docile lambs, and the boy was the evil tiger who strayed into it. He didn't show anything. The intention is that he is not hungry at the moment.

  Of course, there is not only him in the sheepfold, but also the restless Eve.

   "Are you going to be with the mob? This is so detrimental to your family's honor!" Deren said angrily.

   "You want to join the army too? But my army has not accepted the precedent of female soldiers." Old Cole said strange words.

  Gavin seemed to want to say something, but every time he was about to speak, he was stepped on by Old Cole, and he could only dig trenches continuously.

  William is the same as before, meditating in concentration.

  Eve had an awkward smile on her face. For some days, she felt like she was in a kindergarten with a group of mentally insufficient children, although some of these children could be her grandfather.

  But Eve is a normal person. She needs to communicate with normal people. Regardless of the advice of these patients, Eve surreptitiously walked towards the boy.

  The boy realized Eve’s arrival and slowly turned his eyes to her.

  It was only at such a close distance that Eve could see the boy clearly. He was like a severely ill patient, with obvious pinholes on his bare wrist, and he seemed to have undergone frequent injections.

  The overall appearance is a bit malnourished, and it looks very thin.

   "You... should be normal here, right?"

  It may have been a long time with mental patients. Eve stretched out her finger and pointed to her head and asked the boy. She tilted her head, like a dumb penguin.

  The boy looked at her, frowning slightly, his eyes seemed to be looking at a fool, but not long later, he spoke, as if he hadn’t communicated with anyone for a long time, and his voice seemed a little weird.

   "Eve Finisco?"

  He asked with some uncertainty, Eve felt a little strange, did not expect the boy to know himself.

"you know me?"

  After getting the affirmation, the boy smiled and said nothing.

"then who are you?"

  Eve was curious about the boy's identity, and then asked.

  Hearing these boys hesitated, but lowered his head to look at his pinhole wrist, he sighed as if he had given up something, and then showed a sickly smile.

   "Ovis."

  He read his name, seeming to accept everything now.

   "My name is Ovis Victoria."

  ...

  The air in the carriage was hot and dull, and the dim light above the head shook slightly with the advance of the iron snake. The fuzzy light cut out the two shadows under it, and they looked at each other quietly like evil spirits.

This is a series of specially modified iron snakes, but unlike those mounted iron snakes responsible for combat and suppression, this heavy iron snake is used to transport prisoners. Of course, the so-called prisoners are not the kind of prisoners that people are familiar with. It's an anomalous person related to demons.

  It is reasonable to say that the prisoner in front of Arthur should be **** by five big flowers, and there are two strong guards with guns against his head at all times, but Arthur knew that these were of no use to him.

  The decontamination agency currently does not have the ability to contain him. The only one who can contain him is himself, Lorenzo Holmes’ own wishes.

  Lorenzo sat on the other end, his eyes gloomy, he seemed to have changed, he became more gloomy, like a machine, without the slightest feeling.

  In the past, Arthur could still feel the lack of temperament from Lorenzo, but now that neurosis has disappeared, and Lorenzo in front of him is like a calm monster.

  Human beings are a group of animals, even lone people like Lorenzo are no exception, countless threads entangled his fate with the fate of others, and bound him.

  At this moment, it was not that the decontamination agency contained him, but he voluntarily stepped into this trap in order to guard against Moriarty's next actions.

  Lorenzo was very passive. From the very beginning, he fell into the plan of the Protestant Group. He didn't know what actions the Protestant Group would do next, but what Lorenzo knew was that he had to make those people pay the price.

  In this already customized script, Lorenzo wants to find a chance to comeback.

  "Your next destination is the Black Mountain Hospital, which is under the authority of our clean-up agency. For spiritual research institutions, they will investigate the pseudo-Holy Grail on you."

  Arthur said slowly, because of the order from Queen Victoria, the decontamination mechanism had already opposed Lorenzo, and he was very embarrassed and painful.

   "Where is the Protestant Group?"

  In the long silence, Lorenzo finally spoke, his voice low.

  The Protestant Group finally pushed themselves into the trap, Lorenzo didn't think they would let him go so easily.

  "Cooperation, in fact, all this still depends on your cooperation. We decided to work together to study the pseudo-Holy Grail in your body. Of course, it is mainly led by the elimination agency, and the Protestant group will not interfere too much."

   seems to be to reassure Lorenzo, Arthur said.

  K Lorenzo was not very happy. He knew very well what the Protestant Order must be planning. The current abandonment of power is just the beginning of another bigger conspiracy.

   "Then who will interfere with all this?" Lorenzo asked.

  Arthur seemed a little hesitant for a while, but after looking at Lorenzo, who was extremely harmful to society, he finally said it.

   "Queen Victoria."

  ...

  Queen Victoria.

That is the ruler who stands at the top of Inervig's countless powers, but unlike many rulers, she rarely appears in the public eye, as well as the entire Victorian royal family. She is extremely mysterious, and the only one who knows is her. Living in the platinum palace protected by soldiers, there is nothing left.

The people are all familiar with the existence of the queen, but they know almost nothing about her. If you ask someone at random, he can't even remember the current queen, only the honorable "Queen Victoria" name. It echoed in my mind.

   "Queen... It was the Queen who made these decisions, otherwise we would not choose to forcibly contain you if we clean up the agency." Arthur said.

   "In other words, it is not the Protestant Order that guides all this, but the Queen, right?"

  There was a little light in Lorenzo's gloomy eyes. After so many years in the old Dunling, at this moment, he also realized the doubts hidden under the gray fog.

   "The Protestant Mission has reached an agreement with the Queen, an agreement that allows us to risk you as an enemy."

   "What agreement?"

  "This is the secret of the royal family, Lorenzo, you have no right to know yet."

  Arthur stopped saying more, but sighed tiredly.

"But we have done our best to express kindness, Lorenzo, otherwise the Protestant Group would be happy to take over the containment of you... Be careful with them. They carry the toxin called Cantrera. Antony initially suggested to me. , Using this on you, if it is a low dose, will not kill the Demon Hunter, but will only make you very weak."

   Hearing that Lorenzo was slightly touched, he personally experienced the power of Cantrera, which originated from the poison of the Borgia family, and was used by the Evangelical Church in the later time.

  Lorenzo laughed suddenly, he looked at Arthur, and said somewhat mockingly.

   "Arthur, I always thought you were a tough guy, an iron-fisted dictator, but I didn't expect you to be so smooth."

The meaning of Arthur’s words just now is very clear. He didn’t need to say this to Lorenzo, but he said it anyway. This is to warn Lorenzo that the Protestant Order carries the power to check and balance him. If Arthur’s The behavior still makes sense, but now Lorenzo is antagonistic to the decontamination agency.

   Arthur wanted to control himself, but also wanted to please himself, which is really ridiculous.

  But the guy in front of him said nonchalantly.

   "I am different from you Lorenzo, you are only one person, you can hate and kill happily, you have no worries, because you are only one person, and you can't lose anything anyway."

   Arthur stared at him with a serious expression.

  "But I am different. My decision-making is related to the lives of many people. I am responsible for them and strive for the best interests of everyone.

  It's not sleek at all, it's just the cunning of the old guys. "

  "Are you betting on me?"

   "Only desperadoes can bet all the chips on one person."

Lorenzo took a deep look at Arthur. Although the Protestant Mission was cooperating with the Elimination Organization at the moment, Arthur knew very well that the cooperation between the two organizations was only temporary. After all, they were opposites that could not be shared. It was clear that the cooperation had just begun. , But Arthur has already begun to prepare how to fight against this ally.

  "Don't you believe in the Protestant Mission? Do you want to use me?"

"There are no absolute allies, only absolute interests, and when interests diverge, we are enemies," Arthur's voice was slow and deep, just like a lesson from his father, "Aren't we? Luo? Renzo, I thought our cooperation would be great, exploring the origin of the monsters together, but in the end... Forget it, there is nothing left to say."

  The iron snake stopped slowly. They had arrived at the destination of the trip. The door opened and the cold and humid air poured in.

Lorenzo was surrounded by guards as soon as he got out of the car. They received the order in advance. They were very clear about what kind of patient they were welcoming. The strange weapon was held in their hands. It seemed that Lorenzo would be attacked if he resisted. .

   "Be polite to Mr. Holmes."

  Arthur also walked out of the carriage and stood shoulder to shoulder with Lorenzo.

   "You want to be with me?" Lorenzo asked.

   "It's just that there are still some things that need to be dealt with, here."

Arthur raised his head and looked at the huge iron fence door. No one seemed to be maintaining it. It was covered with rust and vines, followed by a continuous black silhouette with lights shining on it, but like The glowing eyes of the monster.

"it has started."

  Lorenzo said softly, but Arthur didn't hear clearly, and asked Lorenzo who was aside.

"What did you say?"

  The demon hunter showed a smile at him, and in a daze, he seemed to have changed back to the harmonious second detective, but it was a pity that Lorenzo did not change back, his voice was cold and hostile, he said.

   "The game has started, Arthur."

  (End of this chapter)