So in the end, Lorenzo has changed since then; he’s beco more human. He won’t grin and say "Hey, long ti no see," relying on his thick skin to get by. He feels a bit of guilt and discomfort.
"Did she leave?" Lorenzo asked.
Well, there’s no need for people to seek unhappiness themselves, if you can avoid it for a while, just do it.
"She left. Looks like she’s gone on patrol," Pres said.
"Finally able to get up."
Lorenzo said as he stood up from the ground. He wasn’t ready to face Eve yet, after almost killing her. In the past, being shaless made him indifferent, but now he felt sowhat ’guilty.’
Thinking about it made Lorenzo shiver.
Emotions do give people weaknesses. It’s unimaginable if soone uses this guilt against him.
But just like tasting forbidden fruit, Lorenzo experienced the joy in it. With Lawrence dead, it’s hard for him to strip away his emotions and beco that cold weapon again.
Looking around, the familiar figure was indeed gone. Lorenzo got up to leave.
"Wait, Lorenzo!" Pres grabbed him.
"What?"
"We had an agreent."
Pres’s dark circles stared at Lorenzo. If Lorenzo said any nonsense, he wouldn’t mind letting Lorenzo experience the anger of a corporate slave.
Lorenzo swallowed, "Alright, alright, I think you do need so sleep. Damn capitalism turns people into ghosts!"
The detective looked pained.
He started rummaging on Pres’s desk.
"Are there any cases that need investigation now?"
"Plenty, not enough manpower, too many cases piled up together."
Pres watched Lorenzo flipping through files and asked, "And what does that have to do with my rest?"
"Because we need a grand adventure to cover up your slack ti at work."
But Pres shook his head, knowing this wasn’t so grand adventure; it was just this detective looking for sothing to do out of boredom. The so-called case was rely a pretext to fire legally under Ingwig’s laws.
Lorenzo closed his eyes and randomly picked one.
"You’re the one!"
The detective was overjoyed.
"Alright, my old friend! Let’s get moving! If you walk slowly, I swear I’ll kick your butt with my boot!"
The detective’s voice took on a pretentiously profound tone, as if speaking like people from centuries ago.
This voice made Pres uncomfortable, simply put... it was unnerving.
Just like when tornting the Red Falcon, Lorenzo’s chaotic thoughts were constantly affecting Pres.
"Wait, I still have work here to do!"
"No, detective, you’ve been requisitioned! Your job now is to investigate this case with !" Lorenzo said righteously, then whispered to Pres, "Just going through the motions; once outside, go ho and sleep, I’ll do the investigation, and as for the report, I’ll write it well!"
Pres looked at him half-believing, but Lorenzo’s eyes suddenly appeared eerily sincere.
"Alright... alright."
"Now let’s see what case we’ve drawn this ti..."
Lorenzo said as he flipped through the case he picked, but his smile gradually froze, his eyes turning slightly serious.
A very ordinary case, just a group of fleeing smugglers, but the place they ca from made Lorenzo sowhat uncomfortable.
"Smugglers from Florence?"
Lorenzo muttered.
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