Evening. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info West District. Central Police Station.

The director's office was empty.

The office door was closed as usual.

Today is April 1 – April Fool's Day. Except for a few officers on duty, the rest of them took a big vacation to attend an April Fool's Day party hosted by the Royal Prosecutor's Office at the banquet hall of Whitehall House.

However, what no one noticed was that at this moment, the lights in the director's office suddenly turned on.

In the room of about 20 square meters, the white light illuminated everything in it, and also illuminated the extraordinarily pale face of the police chief.

Stephen Kavanagh. Forty-three years old. He served as the head of the Central Police Department of the Western District for four years. The outside world's evaluation of him is nothing more than heroic, selfless, an elite in the police world, and the embodiment of justice. This war hero who once participated in the Falklands War, and a famous sniper of the 2nd Battalion of the Paratrooper Regiment, has long had a reputation as a 'sharpshooter' in the police circles.

However, at this moment, the well-dressed middle-aged man's face only had an extremely frightened look.

A few seconds ago, Stephen pulled his car into the parking lot of Whitehall Palace, and felt the air around him suddenly freeze, and his eyes were dark. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the office.

Faced with such an unbelievable situation, anyone will have a strong sense of unease. Stephen's first reaction was to encounter a legendary alien attack. However, when he saw the pair of cold dark red pupils that were like demonic eyes not far away, his entire body seemed to be enveloped in extreme cold, and fear burrowed into every cell of him like an invisible ghost.

With his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide, Stephen stared fixedly at the distance in front of him.

This elite of the police circle, wearing a new silver-gray dress, and his short gray hair is combed neatly. However, his body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his eyes revealed indescribable fear. Through his pale blue pupils, one of the black figures could be faintly seen.

Elegant. Noble. Black figure.

"I don't have much interest in killing humans." Dressed in a black tuxedo, Vashag sat across from Stephen and stared blankly at the human 'elite' who had lost his judgment in fear.

"You don't have much time. You have two choices: smash those people's brains, or smash your own. ”

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London. Whitehall Palace. Banquet Hall.

Whitehall House, also known as Whitehall, was the largest palace in Europe before the Great Fire and has long served as the main residence of the King of England in London. This large and luxurious stone palace built in 1619 has hosted several grand masquerade balls. Nowadays, however, as a historical site, this ancient palace is only open to visitors on weekdays. Of course, this lavish palace is occasionally borrowed by some special authorities. Like today.

As the place chosen by the Royal Prosecutor's Office for the April Fool's Day party, the banquet hall of Whitehall Palace has long been renovated. The golden crystal chandelier is hung with colorful streamers. The red stage built in front of us is surrounded by countless blooming flowers.

Every year on April Fool's Day, the prosecutor's office holds a big party. Last year was a pool party, and although it was drizzling that day, everyone still had a great time. And this time, in addition to inviting celebrities from the political circles and high-level officials of the prosecutor's office, high-level officials from the police and famous artists, scholars and aristocratic celebrities from the West District were specially invited.

Passing through Trafalgar Square, you can see a bustling crowd around the white columns of the banquet hall, laughing and chatting with each other.

"Is it fun to chat while wearing a mask?" Jun Hao looked at the men and women wearing various masks around him speechlessly, and then looked at 'Irene', who was also wearing a black mask next to him, and really didn't understand why the procuratorate held a masquerade on April Fool's Day.

"It's better to wear a real mask than a human skin mask, right?" Tianyun chuckled indifferently, and he didn't know if Jun Hao heard the irony in Tianyun's words, he shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and asked instead, "Erin, do you know the origin of the masquerade?" ”

"The origin of the masquerade?" Tianyun raised her eyes and asked rhetorically, "It's Halloween, right?" ”

"It does have something to do with Halloween. But it's not just Halloween. Jun Hao explained: "Halloween is actually 'the day of the saints of the world', the Celts believe that on that day, the souls of the deceased will return to their former homes to be reborn by the bodies of the living, and the living are afraid of the dead, so the Celts put on masks and dress themselves up as demons and monsters to scare away the dead." Legend has it that the Celtic tribes would kill the living on Halloween to pay tribute to the dead to avoid taking their souls away. ”

It sounds a lot like the parasitism of the soul demon. Tianyun thought to herself, and continued to listen to Jun Hao: "Later, the Romans invaded, occupied the territory of the Celts, accepted the custom of Halloween, and combined the festival of celebrating the harvest with Halloween, which evolved into today's masquerade. ”

"Oh. Is it? Not too interested in the origin of the masquerade, she looked up at the oil painting on the zenith, which was separated by a golden frame, and a beautiful angel was conferring the golden crown on the king.

The music sounded, and someone walked to the stage at the front of the hall, announcing the beginning of the masquerade.

A brightly dressed clown jumped onto the stage and began the show. Everyone in the audience gathered around the stage, and was laughed by the clown's witty humor.

Jun Hao disappeared into the crowd, and after a while, he brought two brightly colored cocktails.

"Erin, there's a fancy bartender show there, and it looks pretty good."

took the wine glass handed by Jun Hao, looked at the six-colored wine, and Tianyun took a small sip.

"It doesn't taste good." Compared to the scarlet night streamer of the Demon Realm, this wine tastes a little tasteless.

Jun Hao also took a sip, but he thought it was very delicious, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotionally about the change in 'Irene'. It seems that there should be a better beautiful bar in the banquet of the prosecutor's office.

At this time, on the stage, the clown's performance had ended, and several people dressed in European classical costumes took to the stage and began to sing the opera. Jun Hao remembers that this is a singing passage in Verdi's "Masquerade", which tells about a love killing caused by dance.

"Verdi's Opera." Tianyun looked indifferently at the people singing on the stage, and said lightly: "It's a pity, it's not "Requiem". ”

- If it were a requiem, today's killing would have been more perfect, right?

Slightly out of his mind, Jun Hao had already entered the crowd again, gathered in front of the bartender, and admired the bartender's dazzling fancy bartending techniques.

"Hello." A man in a snow-white dress walked up to Tianyun's side, under the dazzling white mask, the soft lines outlined a handsome face, although he couldn't see the full face, he could still guess that this person was definitely extremely handsome and charming.

Tianyun greeted politely. There is a warm smile on the corner of the man's mouth, which makes people feel very comfortable to look at. I only heard him introduce himself: "My name is Rafal, and I am the deputy director of the Royal Hospital in London. Nice to meet you. ”

Tianyun smiled slightly: "Hello." I'm Erin, a prosecutor at the Royal Prosecutor's Office. ”

At this moment, the singing on the stage still echoed throughout the banquet hall, but the sound gradually became softer, and the performers retreated to the back of the stage. Several men in black suits took to the stage, and a man with gray hair read out a commendation for the detective of the Western Police Station and was awarded a special badge by a dignitary of the government.

Tianyun looked at four of the men lightly. She will never forget the appearance of these people for the rest of her life!

"Your necklace is beautiful." Under the white mask, a silver glint flashed in the dark pupils. Rafal looked at her with a smile and spoke politely. For some reason, Tianyun always felt that look made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Thank you." Answering with a smile, he naturally reached out to touch the silver cross pendant on his neck, but the moment his fingers touched the pendant, he instantly stiffened.

- Nope. Wrong! How could he possibly see this necklace?! It's impossible for humans to see this necklace?!

"And this rag doll, too, is beautiful." With slender and slender fingers with white gloves, Rafal smiled and reached out to grab the black-haired doll in front of Tianyun, moving extremely slowly and gracefully. But Tianyun was stiff at the moment, unable to move at all!

"Bang ——!" A gunshot rang out on the ground!

One of the people who was awarded the badge on the stage had most of his head blown off! Blood and yellow-white liquid suddenly scattered and splattered in all directions!

"Ah——!h The crowd close to the stage screamed. Rafal paused, and looked to the back of the banquet hall.

"Bang, bang, bang——!" Three gunshots rang out in a row!

Three more people were shot in the head, and like cracked watermelons, their flesh and blood scattered in all directions!

"Oh my God! Oh, my God! Murder——! The women ran away with a scream, the men looked nervously at the source of the gunshots, and someone angrily pulled out his pistol and shot at it!

"Irene!" Jun Hao was pushed backwards by the panicked crowd, and finally squeezed out of the crowd and ran towards the 'Irene' who was still standing in place.

"Erin, Irene!" Jun Hao took Erin's hand, only to feel that the palm was cold and abnormal, like a dead corpse.

Tianyun looked at Jun Hao in a daze, and then realized that Rafal was gone. And her body is finally back in her control.

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In the darkness of the night, two figures, one black and one white, streaked across the inky sky, weaving like birds between the towering buildings, and finally came to rest on an empty platform.

"Vashag, don't come unharmed." The man in a white dress smiled and looked at the man in black not far away, with a warm smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, which made people unconsciously feel a little warm in their hearts.

"Raphael, are you following me because you want to fight me here?" Vashag looked at him expressionlessly, "This is the Human Realm, and I don't mind having a few hundred more necromancers on this land beneath my feet, but you can't. ”

"Really?" Raphael smiled, he still wore the white mask, but he couldn't hide the warm smile in his expression, "The blame is on you, not on me." But you're right, I still don't like to see the pain of life before death. I'm not going to fight you, I just want to remind you of one thing. ”

Vashag raised his eyebrows slightly, but his right hand swung downward, and there was immediately an ink-colored magic sword in his palm.

"Don't try to break the boundaries of the soul, that will only lead to ultimate destruction." Raphael still had a smile on his lips, but his expression became a little more serious.

"Destruction?" Vashag's tone was indifferent, "A thousand years ago, it was also because of your words that I sealed that child with my own hands. But this time, I won't do that again. She wasn't like him. ”

"I don't see any difference other than gender." The tone of ridicule was a little displeased. "Don't forget, your mission is to protect the Demon Realm."

"And what about your mission?" Vashag's gaze revealed a faint disdain, "Raphael, she's not him. What's more, the rules of the main god do not stipulate that human beings cannot become demons. ”

"I just wanted to remind you." Raphael's gaze revealed a hint of warning: "You can let the darkness grow, but if one day I have a premonition of danger, I will definitely intervene." ”