The waves reflected the fragments of moonlight. The moonlight was cold and shattered on the rocks as the waves crashed, like scattered frost.
During the long night, the tide was mixed with cries from the depths of darkness, lingering around the pure white city, as if looking at the call coming from the dead country in the deep sea.
Scattered water vapor rises from the sea, rich and cold, like the malicious souls of the dead. The white fog that was so thick that you couldn't even see your fingers engulfed the entire city and submerged it.
In the mist, there seems to be an immature little boy singing softly. The singing is lingering in the streets and alleys. As long as you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear it.
"The emperor and his accomplices kidnapped the queen and imprisoned her in a dream. We have the power and the ocean, where should we wander? Hoo, thousands of hands, hoist the sail high! Pull, thieves and beggars, we will Get eternal life…”
Amidst the chilling singing, the patrolman holding a wind lantern let out a cold breath and sped up the patrol with his hair standing on end. But the singing followed him like a shadow, making his face pale.
Avalon is no good place late at night.
This glorious city shines brightly in the daytime, but at night, it hides countless truths. Among those millions of truths, no matter which one you accidentally peek at, it is enough to make the witness evaporate and disappear without a trace.
Every dark street corner seems to hide the entrance to hell, calling out to the lonely patrolman.
In the darkness, the childish singing became clearer and clearer, lingering in the patrolman's ears, making him tremble. There seemed to be some kind of power in the singing that made him follow the sound involuntarily.
Gradually, gradually, his mind went blank.
In the silent street, only the sound of footsteps echoed.
The patrolman with empty eyes staggered forward. At some point, the homeless people who were attracted by the singing also joined them, approaching in the direction of the singing.
The cold pale moonlight reflected in the water also illuminated their dull and numb faces.
In the darkness, the little boy's singing voice had been distorted without knowing it, turning into the evil laughter of countless ghosts in his ears:
"Its key has been inserted into the box, and the devil will realize our dreams. The bells have been ringing from the cemetery, do you hear the eerie tune? Answer our call, and the blood debt will be paid... Yo ho, hoist the sails , we will embark on the road home! Alas, thieves and beggars, we will be immortal from death!"
Bang!
In the hands of the patrolman, the lantern hit the stone steps and suddenly shattered. The grease spread over his body with flames, igniting his body. The severe pain finally woke him up.
He screamed in pain, but found himself kneeling on the cold altar at some point.
In the distorted firelight, the dark shadow of the priest covered his face. The black figure was dressed in red, and there seemed to be hundreds of eyes in the shadow under the hood, with compassionate and cold eyes.
The patrolman was so impressed by that look that he couldn't help but fall on the ground, kiss his sharp blade, and sing softly along with the song: "We will be immortal from death."
The sound of blood splattering sounded.
The warm semen flowed silently and spread all over the ground.
…
…
Two hours later, it was dark.
Lestrade walked out of the crime scene, his face expressionless.
He gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, then took out a silver coin from his pocket: there was a vague face on the silver coin, and a name that represented darkness and secrets.
—Sherlock Holmes.
The silver coin fell from his hand and was thrown into the flames, trembling. After a long time, it suddenly collapsed into a misty mist. Only a crisp sound came.
Ding~
The lingering sound passed through his ears and penetrated into the darkness.
So, the cold wind blew in the long night, like the chuckle of a vengeful evil spirit.
I don't know why, but the voice that used to sound terrifying now sounds extremely reassuring. Lestrade lit his pipe, stared into the darkness, suppressed his fear, and waited patiently.
I don't know how long it took, but a hoarse voice sounded from behind him:
"I said, don't disturb me if there's nothing important. I hope you didn't disappoint me."
The hoarse voice was like a sharp blade, sticking close to his heart, exuding a biting coldness that made him shiver.
"Follow your instructions... I'll contact you if something strange like that happens."
He stammered to explain, but paused for a moment. He took a deep breath and mustered up his courage: "They are right there..."
"Them?" Black Shadow asked.
Lestrade swallowed, gritted his teeth and said, "Those things that I don't know what they are anymore... I can't name them."
The evil spirit standing in the night fog pondered for a moment and nodded:
"lead the way."
…
"Recently, the royal capital has been quietly under martial law. The patrol officers all carry alarm bells. The police station checks the situation at any time through the Great Barrier of Avalon. An hour ago, we discovered that a patrol officer was killed. We only found out after the attack was launched... It was too late. "
Lestrade walked in front, wrapping his coat tightly as if he was afraid of the cold wind.
Occasionally when he looked around, his pale face appeared.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shake his head: "You guys never seem to be early."
"It always takes some time from receiving the signal to organizing the team and making the impulse. Avalon is so big, a few minutes is not enough time to even take the horse out of the stable..."
"And it also leaves time for those who do things at night to react, doesn't it?"
Ye Qingxuan's rhetorical question left Lestrade speechless and his expression became increasingly bitter: How could I be so clever in front of this person? He will only know better than himself about those private dealings.
"Anyway, by the time we arrived, it was too late." He shrugged with a wry smile and looked at the young man guarding the door of the scene. The young man was holding on to the wall, bending over and vomiting violently.
All the bile has been vomited, and he is vomiting empty.
Ye Qingxuan stopped to look at him and walked straight over. The other doorkeepers seemed not to notice his arrival at all, but managed to show serious expressions and saluted Lestrade beside him.
Lestrade was stunned for a moment and quietly looked at the silent evil spirit of revenge beside him. The evil spirit's shadow blended into the mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
It's like it doesn't exist.
That's fine... He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: This saves him a lot of explanation, so as not to leave any clues and traces.
Just as they entered, several more people were pushed out, their faces pale, and there were still traces of vomiting on the corners of their mouths. The person holding them obviously didn't look good, and his legs and feet were slightly shaky.
"Didn't they see the dead people at the scene?" Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice.
"That's not the scene."
Lestrade lowered his eyes:
"—is hell."
…
"Actually, if you vomit, I won't laugh at you."
"Shut up."
"Your expression is changing. It will be easier to spit it out."
"Shut up."
"It's very harmful to hold it in and not vomit. You are going against your own nature as a living being..."
"I told you, shut up!"
Then, Laura’s voice disappeared.
Ye Qingxuan stood in the center of the scene, looking around with an expressionless face. A few minutes ago, he looked down on the policemen, but now he sympathized with them.
If it wasn't due to responsibilities, who would run into such a ghost place
All in all, this hellish place is full of wreckage.
If it were described in detailed words, it might be possible to write tens of thousands of words, and it would be widely circulated among gloomy enthusiasts and receive high praise. It's a pity that people who come here generally lack artistic talent and are unaware of the vast business opportunities.
"How many dead?" Ye Qingxuan asked with a frown.
Lestrade pinched his nose and replied: "The forensic doctor just told me, seventeen."
"It's time for your forensic doctor to go back and make up lessons." Ye Qingxuan said calmly: "There are nineteen of them. One is hanging on the tree, and one is stepped on by you."
Lestrade was shocked when he heard this. He jumped back and looked at his feet.
Ye Qingxuan took off the baton from his waist. The baton reached into the pool of blood and picked up a skin bag filled with black scriptures. It was freshly skinned alive and hot and exciting.
Seeing the bloody skin dangling in front of him, with traces of hair on it, Lestrade's expression changed suddenly, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, and ran to the corner to vomit crazily.
Another one hung up.
All in all, the scene basically looked like a car accident between a carriage carrying dead pork and a carriage full of rotten tomatoes.
Then one hundred and eight cooks jumped out, finely chopped the dead pork dipped in tomato sauce into minced meat, and left some leftovers, frying, stir-frying, and playing various tricks.
Moreover, there is so much evidence left at the scene...
"This is no longer your jurisdiction. Please report it to the Royal Orchestra." Ye Qingxuan patted his shoulder casually, "It is a sacrifice for the followers of the Hundred Eyes."
Lestrade was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't think of it, but when he really wanted to understand the meaning of that name, his pale face became even more ugly:
"The one with hundreds of eyes?"
"right."
Ye Qingxuan took his baton and poked the corpse's eyes twice. The blood was empty, and only the plasma overflowed: "You see for yourself, the eyes of all the corpses have been gouged out. Those guys are here to please He sacrificed the life and pain of mortals to his own gods. Now it seems that the ceremony was a success."
Lestrade's face turned pale: "They, what do they want to do?"
"How do I know?"
Ye Qingxuan answered indifferently, but Laura's chuckle came to his ears again.
"Little Ye Zi, the serious way you look when you lie is getting more and more cute."
"I didn't let you borrow my eyes just to watch the fun."
Ye Qingxuan responded coldly. The more serious he was at this time, the easier it would be to be teased by Laura, a vicious woman. The best way is to start another topic without taking advantage of her.
"Don't waste time, have you confirmed it?"