It's not as cold as you might expect in London in March, and even at night you can see ladies in skirts on the streets.

At the entrance to the Whitechapel subway station, a young man in a Sherlock Holmes-style detective hat is playing his violin in an elegant posture under a street lamp. The sound of the piano and his intoxicated expression always attract the attention of passers-by, who stop to admire or throw money into the violin case at the young man's feet.

The rhythmic sound of high heels finally opened the young man's eyes, and his gaze was drawn to a beautiful figure.

It was a girl with long brown hair, she was wearing an off-white short trench coat, and her slender legs wrapped in black stockings were extremely sexy. Her high heels and the tune of her violin gently hit the ground, and her seemingly random steps were as graceful as a dance.

The young man was a little fascinated by it, and a mistake caused him to play a piece of music that was obviously out of tune.

The brown-haired girl stopped, smiled slightly at the violin youth, who nodded apologetically at the girl, and then quickly regained her tune and gave the beautiful girl a light violin piece.

I don't know if it was because the young man's chic smile was too charming or because the music he played touched the girl's heart, but the brown-haired girl, who had been about to leave, walked back and stopped in front of the young man to enjoy the cheerful tune.

"Wow, look, that's ......"

"Wow, it's an angel!!"

The crowd grew more and more, and there were shouts of exclamation from the crowd, all because of the young violinist, but not because of the music he played. For some reason, the young man's body was covered with a white halo, and a pair of almost transparent wings that emitted a faint white light even grew on his back!

The young man was oblivious to the strange things that had happened to him, and was still playing his violin intoxicated, and there were more and more onlookers by this time, and the brown-haired girl who had stopped for the young man before was even more amazed.

"Jessica! What are you looking at? ”

A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the crowd, but no one reacted to his shout, and everyone's attention was focused on the young violin who had given birth to angelic wings.

"Jessica! Jessica~!! Hey, what are you doing? ”

A middle-aged man in a designer suit separated the crowd and came behind the brown-haired girl, and gently patted the girl's shoulder and said, "Jessica, why don't you ignore me?" ”

The girl was startled, and only then did she notice that someone was calling her.

"Bob! When did you come over? The girl asked with a charming smile.

"I just arrived, but I called you for a long time and you ignored me, what are you looking at?" The middle-aged man named Bob asked as he looked into the middle of the crowd, and then caught a glimpse of the young violin with transparent wings on his back.

"My God, what is this?" Bob also exclaimed.

And just then, the violin youth suddenly stopped playing, and his eyes were fixed on Bob in the crowd. Immediately afterwards, the young man took the violin and rushed towards Bob, and smashed the violin in his hand hard into Bob's head!

With a snap, the violin shattered in two on Bob's head, and the handle of the violin snapped, leaving only a sharp wooden handle.

Before the people around him could react to what had happened, the young man stabbed the sharp wooden handle into Bob's throat with a sharp slam, and the blood splattered out like a fountain, and the young man instantly turned into a bloody man, and even the wings on his back were stained with the bright red of blood.

After a few seconds of silence, the crowd erupted in screams, and the crowd who had just been watching the music and spectacle screamed and fled, except for the brunette girl, Jessica, who did not leave. It's not that she doesn't want to run, but the scene just now happened next to her, right in front of her eyes, and the strong stimulation made her legs completely disobedient, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Don't be afraid, you're safe, you're safe."

The young man said to Jessica in a very gentle voice, and at the same time released the violin handle in his hand, and then slowly walked up to Jessica's side and gently took Jessica in his arms.

When the police arrived at the scene, Bob had lost his heartbeat and breathing, and the blood-stained violin youth was still gently holding Jessica, and kept repeating the same sentence: "You are safe, don't be afraid, you are safe......" and Jessica, who was in the young man's arms, was already so frightened that her face was purple, and she could only curl up on the ground and couldn't even spit out half a word.

A sudden homicide, a strange young man with silver wings on his back!

This strange thing spread that night, and the next day it took over the front pages of the major newspapers, and naturally reached my ears.

In order to escape the pursuit of the gods, and also to avoid being caught by the police and imprisoned, I fled to London with Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei's father didn't come back together, and the unreliable uncle seemed to prefer to stay in China with Qiao Wei's mother for a while, so Qiao's mansion in London became his and my second **shijie.

Of course, neither of us could do anything in this house to do anything to do with picking up soap, nor did we enjoy a long vacation that ended in the middle of nowhere, and we had more important things to do, which was to spend all our time looking through the materials stored in the library.

These books and notes are definitely the treasures of Qiao Wei's family, in addition to the content related to ghosts, witchcraft and the like, there are also some records about evil gods, righteous gods, and even ways to kill gods, and these are the knowledge that Qiao Wei and I urgently need to master.

I thought I would be able to study here for a while and improve my English, but I didn't expect that just two days later, something strange would happen in London, and it would be so close to where we lived.

When Qiao Wei saw this strange murder in the morning newspaper, he immediately told me the report in detail.

And I immediately fell into deep thought after hearing it.

Wings on your back? Sudden murder? Could this be the work of an evil god? Or is God at work? Could it be that the gods have chased England?

"You think they're chasing you?" Qiao Wei obviously thought of a piece with me.

"It's hard to say, did you see the winged god yesterday? On these books in your house. I asked Qiao Wei rhetorically with a cautious attitude.

Qiao Wei thought about it for a while, then shook his head lightly and said, "I haven't seen anything like this yesterday, but I know something about the white-winged god." ”

"For example?" I said.

"Like an angel, or Cupid, the goddess of love......"

"You don't think it's Cupid who kills people, do you?" I asked with a smile, but then I realized that it wasn't funny, maybe it was Eros!

"It doesn't seem like it's impossible!" I said, "Cupid shot the arrow of Eros at the violinist, and made him fall madly in love with a beautiful passerby, who had a boyfriend, and the violinist killed his rival at Cupid's instigation!" It seems that this routine can be had! ”

Although it sounds a little absurd, Qiao Wei can't seem to find any other more reasonable explanation. However, the consistent rigor should not make Qiao Wei jump to conclusions so quickly. Sure enough, after a moment of silence, he said, "I think I should go to the subway station where the incident happened." ”

"What about me?"

"Stay at home!"

"That can't be! Don't even think about it! As I spoke, I put on my coat and buttoned up my hat, and in an instant, I was ready to go.

Eros or not, I just want to say one thing to the monsters in London: "I'm back with Rayhan III!" ”