Twenty-third plane
Fog Devil
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The whole city was shrouded in panic.
At night, even horse-drawn carriages dare not go to the street. On both sides of the smooth gravel road, there are brightly lit houses.
The spiers of the castle stand in the distance, and even the mine carts are left aside in the dark alleys of the city. No one dares to go out in the middle of the night for fear of encountering accidents.
In a dark alley.
The blood flowed all over the floor, and the deceased lay on his back. The hollow eye sockets looked extremely terrifying, and the eyeballs rolled casually beside them, with traces of flesh and blood still attached to them.
Next to him was a boy half kneeling, with golden hair, a fair face, and pure blue eyes with a slightly pleasant light. He handed the silver knife in his hand to the bridge of his tall nose. The smell of blood made the blue in the boy's eyes deeper and his lips lifted.
Outside the alley, the light from the street lamp slightly refracted into the boy's eyes, pure blue flickered like a deep blue gemstone, his fair face was almost pale, with a touch of sickness, his bright red lips were thin and tender. sexy. The scarlet tongue licked his thin lips, he raised his hand, and plunged the silver knife into the dead man's heart.
The tip of the knife pierced into the heart, and the blood splashed on the boy's fair face in an instant, and his blue eyes were slightly red. He seemed to be more happy to continue to use force, and the blade penetrated the sternum bit by bit and inserted thoroughly.
"Very good." He said softly.
The timbre is exotic, with a touch of tenderness, like a choir singing softly, but it is cruel and bloody.
The handle of the knife was outside the chest of the deceased, but the blade was completely submerged in the body. Qianzel licked his lips as if admiring a work of art, leaned over slightly, flicked the handle with his slender pale fingers, but penetrated deeply into the body The knife didn't move at all. He smiled softly.
The pure blue eyes glanced at the dead man on the ground, but he seemed to be looking at some toy. His eyes didn't even stay for a second, he looked away, turned and left.
Before the figure melted into the night, an excited but unclear smile appeared on the scarlet lips.
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Its daybreak.
"He's dead again!"
With a horrified scream, countless people rushed out, and when their eyes came into contact with the unrecognizable, miserable corpse, the timid people fainted on the spot, and the rest of them were all pale, and some people vomited while holding the wall When they got up, the faces of the rest of them were also very bad.
"It's the second time this month..."
"Yeah, when will the old men in the detective agency solve the case?"
"Isn't this the owner of that tavern..."
There was a lot of discussion, the proprietress of the tavern pushed aside the crowd, only glanced at the dead man on the ground, she rolled her eyes and passed out.
Immediately afterwards, a short old man pushed aside the crowd and squeezed into the crowd with a girl. His eyes touched the dead on the ground. He hastily closed his eyes and prayed silently before opening them and beckoning to the girl behind him, "Hurry up!" Record the time."
The girl was wearing a coarse cloth dress. Hearing this, she took a look at him, then took out a pen and paper from her bag, lowered her head and carefully wrote down the time: "Morning".
The old detective didn't pay attention to what she remembered, and looked down at the dead man.
Someone nearby asked: "Old Jack, you have been arresting people for several months, do you have any clues?"
Old Jack smoked his pipe habitually, frowned and looked at the people on the ground, ignoring the people next to him, and said to himself: "The last deceased had bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his skin and flesh were separated. This one has his eyes gouged out... Knives are all silver, and murderers like silverware?"