Serial Murder (1)

The pre-dawn sun broke through the darkness of the night, and the sky was slightly white, with only a few lonely stars still faintly twinkling. Behind the thick clouds www.biquge.info all the scenery is covered with gray tones. The green meadows are lined up, scattering emerald-like light. On the hill opposite the church, a crooked old pine tree grows in a crevice in the rock, like an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, quietly watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon. The gray clouds are gradually dyed bright red by the sun, and they float high in the air, leaving their shadows on the ground. The sun shines through the clouds and shines a dazzling light on the walls of the church, bathing the whole church in soft light. The surrounding cemetery was illuminated by sunlight, the fog floating above it disappeared, and the rusty crosses watched in silence at the changing sky overhead. Light shone in through the windows of the church, and rays of sunlight shone on the altar.

John, Natasha, and Edward hurriedly shielded their arms from the sun, their faces, fingers, and teeth began to deteriorate, and there was no longer an evil look in their eyes. The zombies surrounding the altar ran in panic towards the church door, and they ran out of the church and into the silent cemetery. The bluestone slabs were lifted by their claws, and the zombies fell into the tomb, and the lid of the tomb slowly closed.

Edward lowered his arm, looked at Natasha in surprise, and asked softly, "What happened?" ”

Natasha shook her head and looked at Edward quietly, "I had a strange dream and woke up to find myself here. Oh, I remember, you're the rascal who visited the museum yesterday! Tell me, what the hell have you done to me! Send me home or I'll call the police! Stinky rascal, you must have no good intentions when you snatched me here! ”

Edward patted his forehead, and finally realized: "Oh, I remembered that I robbed the museum last night, John, where is the treasure now?" ”

John listlessly pointed to the gold, silver and jewels scattered on the church floor: "Oh, it's all on the ground!" There seems to have been a fight last night, and I think it was caused by the uneven distribution of the spoils. ”

Edward shouted at John, "Nonsense, are you questioning my leadership!" You idiot! The uneven distribution of spoils is also caused by you! You have one more painting than others, and everyone else is blushing when they look at it! ”

John saw the leader and hurriedly explained, "No...... No, last night I remember presiding over a soul resurrection ceremony, and I didn't participate in the spoils! Misunderstanding, complete misunderstanding! ”

Edward turned his face to stare at the bottom of the altar, and when he saw the hooligans all staring at him, he shouted angrily, "What do you see, don't you understand the rules?" ”

Mark and Gnap looked at Edward blankly, and said weakly, "We seem to have been sick last night, and now we don't have any strength at all. ”

Edward glared at them and said angrily, "I slept ...... yesterday Where do you hide while you sleep? Isn't it gambling? ”

The hooligans exchanged glances, then stammered in reply, "Now...... I can't remember it now, I ...... We have lost our memories! Just vaguely remember being attacked by a vampire and then falling to the ground like dead. ”

Edward looked at his subordinates with a serious expression and said indifferently, "I don't have many dreams, just in a half-asleep state, as if reminiscing about some past events. It was as if I had sunk into the deep waters, and I heard the mermaid's song when I was about to drown. I felt like my soul had left my body and become a real vampire, not hallucination, but more real.

In the smoke-filled hall of the church, several people stood alone. Edward looked up slowly, his pale cheeks returning to a bright red color, and the dust that swirled in the air flew in the sunlight, forming pillars of light that shone into every dark corner of the church. Edward's eyes regained their brightness, and he said to John in a calm tone, "Hide all the treasures from outsiders." Let's all leave here now and go to a town three hundred miles away for breakfast. Oh, I think about it now, it seems that someone told us to go to Jialan City to find a little girl named Jialin, and bring her here to complete an important sacrifice ceremony. ”

John looked at Edward suspiciously, and said nervously, "Chief, what does this little girl have to do with us?" We just robbed the museum, everyone is a wanted criminal, it's too dangerous not to hide and go out, is there something wrong with the brain! ”

Edward glared at John fiercely and said fiercely, "Taking risks will make fools like you smart!" Are you doubting my leadership? I can seriously tell you that such an idea is dangerous, in the world of hooligans there is only absolute obedience, and no gang member has the right to question, understand? Edward's cry was terrifying, but the silence that followed was even more terrifying, for every turn and roar he made meant that he could commit murder at any moment.

John looked at Edward tremblingly, waved his hand and replied in a low voice, "Don't dare!" My master, I will do as you command, for I am your most faithful servant. I...... Suffice it to say that we must be vigilant against everything around us, and I have a premonition that unpredictable dangers are approaching us step by step. You don't ignore danger, do you, my master. ”

Edward pursed his lips and said nonchalantly, "You don't have to worry about this, we will disappear into the night, and those stupid cops don't want to catch us!" ”

Edward and Natasha are escorted out of the church by the gangsters, and the old and hard iron door of the church is kicked open by Maca. All of the Edward's gang walked through the cemetery, jumped over the outer wall, and made their way to where the aircraft was parked. Edward unbuttoned his trench coat and stepped into the aircraft with his arms open, and the rest of the gang jumped up one after another. The aircraft ignited into the air, and the flames below flew up, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In just two seconds, the aircraft was over the town, the burning flames were extinguished, and the hooligans jumped out of the cockpit. They swaggered out on the streets, like a group of declining aristocrats, more like a group of pagan Satanists. The hooligans walked through the streets with blank faces, and a group of beggars fled in panic when they saw them. The sturdy men and women trembled at the sight, the smiles on their faces faded away, and a sharp cry rang out in their ears.

The Edwardian gang came to the door of a tavern with a sign that read 'Blood and Witchcraft Bar' crookedly. John's eyes widened in surprise, and he pointed to the sign and said cautiously, "The name of this bar is a bit of modern poetry, perhaps surreal." ”

Marca stepped forward and pushed John aside hard, shouting, "Don't stand in the way, you're just a declining nobleman, and you're not qualified to stand in front of all the gang members." ”

John's shoulders were tilted and he fell to the side of the road, his red face showing a blank look. He rolled over, writhing on the ground, kicking his heels back hard, arms trembling to prop up his fat body.

All the members of the gang stared at John with funny expressions on their faces, followed by wild laughter echoing in the air, and a crowd of people immediately ran around the tavern to watch.

Mark pointed to the crowd around him and shouted, "Okay...... Isn't it funny? You were watching a circus show! If you dance well, you will be rewarded for a few dollars, but if you don't look good, you won't pull out a dime! Hey! What about you, are you looking for a beating? Mark stretched out his tattooed hand, which looked unusually fierce, and took out a dagger from the pocket of his clothes, and waved it up and down, and a cold light immediately flashed around him.

The crowd of onlookers retreated quickly, their mouths open and could only make a muffled muffled sound. Every time Mark's dagger was raised, the crowd let out a cry of surprise, and the sound of the dagger piercing the air was 'booming', and Mark looked particularly crazy with his hands and feet, and he held the dagger and rushed towards the crowd, and the crowd 'roared' and scattered like a rapidly retreating wave. The dagger slashed very close to her neck, collarbone, and thighs, and a middle-aged woman fell to the ground before she could dodge a heel. The heel of the high heel broke instantly, the body turned around and lost its balance, the ankle was sprained by an external force, and he lay on the ground and moaned in pain.

Edward watched Mark's antics performance, coughed a few times, and shouted, "Hey, Mark, are you going to freak everyone out!" Hooligans should also pay attention to their own image! Rogues can't be without a bottom line! Converge a little, it's not Halloween, and there must be a limit to the performance! ”

Mark tucked the dagger into his coat pocket and pretended to be innocent, and walked away with the pace of hip-hop.

All the members of Edward's gang gathered at the door of the bar, and John and Joseph rushed to the front with a lunge, raised their fists and beckoned, and the door of the bar was knocked loudly.

Marand stepped forward, stretched out his hands to separate John and Joseph, and shouted loudly, "Get out of your way, look at me!" Marand jumped up and kicked at the door of the bar. The door of the bar cracked, and the waiter inside turned pale with fright, turned around and ran away.

Mark and Gnap swaggered to the front, followed by a fat John and a skinny Joseph, and Edward gracefully walked into the bar with Natasha by the arm. The few remaining gang members found a wooden board and wrote a few large letters with charcoal: 'Blood and Witchcraft Bar' is temporarily closed due to renovations! (To be continued.) )