Twenty-third face

Fog Demon

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The whole city was in a state of panic. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

At night, even horse-drawn carriages dare not go out into the streets, and on both sides of the smooth stone road are brightly lit houses.

In the distance, the spire of the castle towered tall, and even in the dark alleys of the city, the minecarts were left aside, and no one dared to go out in the middle of the night for fear of accidents.

In some dark alley.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the deceased lay on his back on the ground, his hollow eye sockets looked extremely terrifying, and his eyes rolled casually to the side, and there were traces of flesh attached to them.

Beside him was a half-kneeling young man, with a fair face and pure blue eyes that shone with a slight pleasure under his broken golden hair. He handed the silver knife in his hand to the bridge of Gao Ting's nose, and the smell of blood made the blue in the young man's eyes deeper, and his lips rose.

Outside the alley, the light of the street lamp was slightly refracted into the young man's eyes, pure blue flashed, like a deep blue gem, his fair face was almost pale, with a hint of morbidity, and the red lips were thin and sexy. Scarlet Tongue licked his thin lips, and he raised his hand and thrust the silver knife into the dead man's heart.

The tip of the knife pierced into the heart, and the blood surged in an instant on the young man's fair face, and the blue eyes were slightly red, and he seemed to be happier to continue to exert force, and the blade of the knife penetrated the sternum little by little and inserted it thoroughly.

"Good." He said softly.

The exotic timbre, with a hint of restraint, resembles the gentle chanting of a choir, yet 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, and his slender pale fingers flicked the handle lightly, but the knife that was deeply pierced into the body did not move. He smiled softly.

Pure blue eyes glanced at the dead man on the ground, but as if he was looking at some toy, his eyes didn't even linger for a second, he looked away and turned to leave.

Before the figure melted into the night, a smile of excitement and unknown meaning appeared on the scarlet lips.

……

It's dawn.

"Dead again!"

With a terrifying scream, countless people poured out, and their eyes touched the unrecognizable and miserable corpse, the timid people fainted on the spot, and the rest of the people were all pale, some people threw up against the wall, and the rest of the people also looked very bad.

"Second ...... this month"

"Yes, those old men from the detective agency, when will they solve the case?"

"Isn't that the owner of that tavern......"

There was a lot of talk, and the proprietress of the tavern pushed aside the crowd and glanced at the dead man on the ground, and then she rolled her eyes and fainted.

Immediately afterwards, a short old man pushed through the crowd and squeezed into the crowd with a girl, his eyes made contact with the deceased on the ground, he hurriedly closed his eyes and prayed silently before he opened his eyes and motioned to the girl behind him, "Quickly record the time." ”

The girl was wearing a coarse cloth dress, and when she heard this, she glanced at him, and 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 had memorized and looked down at the deceased.

Someone next to him asked: "Old Jack, you have been arresting people for a few months, are there any clues?" ”

Old Jack habitually smoked his pipe, frowned at the people on the ground, ignored the people next to him, and said to himself: "The last deceased had a bleeding mouth and nose, and the skin and flesh were separated, and this was gouged out eyeballs...... The knives are all silver, and the murderer likes silverware? ”