Ember’s Gun

This is a glass of Victorian fantasy novel. Add a spoonful of steam engine to make the damn technology tree move! Add a spoonful of love and hatred, so that everyone has a reason to fight! Add a spoonful of neurosis to make this dark world easier, and finally add a spoonful of natural disasters to be the main boss… wait! Worry is too much! … The melody is tortuous and melodious, the hideous city is looming in the fog, and the steam engine is pushing the world forward, but in the shadow of this technology, the owners of the old age are ready to move. The second-rate detective carried his Winchester and wandered in the collapsed and reborn city, humming a little song with cigarettes in his mouth. “Friend, do you need detective services?”