The tide reflected the fine moonlight, and the moonlight was cold, and with the waves crashing against the reef, it was like scattered frost.

In the long night, the tide was mixed with the cry from the depths of darkness, hovering around the pure white city, as if looking at the call from the dead country in the deep sea.

Scattered water vapor rose from the surface of the sea, thick and cold, like the resentful soul of the dead. The white fog, so thick that it could not be seen, engulfed the entire city, drowning the whole city in it.

In the mist, it seemed that a young boy was singing softly, and the song lingered in the streets and alleys, and as long as you listened attentively, you could hear it faintly.

"The emperor and his accomplices kidnapped the empress and imprisoned her in a dream.

We have power and oceans, where do we wander?

Roar, ten thousand hands, hang the sails high! Pull, thieves and beggars, and we will have eternal life......"

In the chilling singing, the patrol officer with the wind lantern in his hand let out a cold breath and was creepy, and accelerated the speed of the inspection. But the singing voice followed him like a shadow, making his face pale.

Avalon in the middle of the night is no good place.

This glorious city that shines in the daytime, but at night, hides the truth that I don't know much. Among those thousands of truths, no matter which one you accidentally peep into, it is enough to make the witnesses evaporate and disappear without a trace.

Every dark street entrance is like a hidden entrance to hell, calling out to the lonely patrolman.

In the darkness, the childish singing voice became clearer and clearer, wrapping around the patrolman's ears, making him tremble. There seemed to be some kind of power in the song, which made him involuntarily follow the place where the sound was.

Gradually, gradually, his mind went blank.

Silent streets. Only the sound of footsteps echoed.

The vacant-eyed patrolman staggered forward, and at some point, the homeless men who had been seduced by the song joined in and approached in the direction where the song came.

The pool of water reflected the cold, pale moonlight, and also illuminated their dull and numb faces.

In the darkness, the little boy's singing voice had twisted at some point. turned into a cruel smile in the ears of countless ghosts:

"Its key has been inserted into the chest, and the demon will fulfill our dreams. The bells have already sounded from the cemetery, do you hear that eerie tune?

Answering our call, the blood debt will be paid...... Roar, pull up the sails, and we will go home! Pull, thieves and beggars, we will be immortalized from death!"

Boom!

In the hands of the patrolman, the wind lantern hit the stone steps. Shattered. Grease sprinkled on him with flames, igniting his body. The pain finally woke him up.

He screamed in pain, only to find himself kneeling on the altar of Senleng at some point.

In the distorted light of the fire, the dark shadow of the sacrifice covered his face. The black figure was dressed in red, and there seemed to be a hundred pairs of eyes in the shadows under the hood, and the eyes were sad and indifferent.

The patrolman was so frightened by the look that he couldn't help but fall to the ground and kiss his blade. With the voice of the song sang, "We will be immortal from death." ”

The sound of blood splattering sounded.

The warm liquid flowed silently and sprinkled all over the ground.

Two hours later. The night is dark.

Lestrade walked out of the scene of the crime, his face blank.

He gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, and pulled out a silver coin from his pocket: it had a blurred face on it, 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 an ethereal mist. Only a crisp voice came.

Bite~

The aftermath passed through his ears and seeped into the darkness.

And so, in the long night, a cold wind blew, like the chuckle of a vengeful spirit.

I don't know why. The sound that sounded heart-pounding in the past now sounds extremely reassuring. Lestrade lit his pipe, stared into the darkness in the distance, pressed down on fear, and waited patiently.

I don't know how long it took, but a hoarse voice sounded from behind him:

"I said it, nothing important, don't bother me. I hope you haven't disappointed me. ”

The hoarse voice was like a sharp blade, clinging to his heart, exuding a piercing chill that made him shudder.

"Do as you command, as you command...... I'll contact you when something weird happens. ”

He stammered to explain, but there was a pause, he took a deep breath and mustered up his courage: "They're in there......"

"They?" asked the Shadow.

Lestrade swallowed, gritted his teeth, and said, "Those who don't know what to say anymore...... Things, I can't tell. ”

The evil spirit standing in the night mist pondered for a moment, and bowed its head:

"Lead the way. ”-

"Recently, the royal capital has been quietly under martial law, and the patrol officers have their alarm bells on their bodies, and the police department has checked the situation at any time through the Avalon Great Barrier. An hour ago, we found out that a patrol officer had been killed, and it was only after the attack was launched...... It's late. ”

Lestrade walked ahead, wrapping his coat tightly, as if afraid of the cold wind.

Occasionally, when he looked around, he showed a pale face.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shake his head: "You don't seem to have come early." ”

"From receiving the signal to organizing the team and being impulsive, it always takes a little time. Avalon is so big, a few minutes is not enough time to even pull the horse out of the stable......"

"And give those who run errands at night time time to react, isn't it?"

Ye Qingxuan's rhetorical question made Lestrade speechless, and his expression became more and more bitter: What kind of clever tricks are he playing in front of this person? Those private deeds, he will only know better than himself.

"Anyway, by the time we arrived, it was too late. He shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile and looked at the young man who was guarding the door, leaning against the wall and bending over violently vomiting.

The bile has been vomited, and it is empty.

Ye Qingxuan stopped and glanced at him, and walked straight over. The other gatekeepers didn't seem to notice his arrival, but barely managed to squeeze out a serious look and saluted Lestrade beside him.

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, and quietly looked at the side silently vengeful evil spirit. The shadow of the evil spirit melted into the mist, ethereal and invisible.

It's like it doesn't exist.

That's fine...... He quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: this also saved himself some explanation, so as not to leave any clues and traces.

At the same time as they entered, several more people were propped out, their faces pale and the corners of their mouths still showing signs of vomiting. The people supporting them obviously didn't look good, and their legs and feet were faintly fluttering.

"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:

"It's hell. ”-

"Actually, if you spit out, I won't laugh at you. ”

"Shut up. ”

"Your expression is changing, and it's much easier to spit it out. ”

"Shut up. ”

"Holding back and not throwing up hurts you, you're defying your nature as a living being......"

"I said, shut up!"

So, Lola's voice disappeared.

Ye Qingxuan stood in the center of the scene, looking around, expressionless. A few minutes ago, he looked down on the soft-footed shrimp cops, but now he felt a little sympathy for them.

If it weren't for their duties, who would run into such a hellish place?

All in all, this hellish place is full of wreckage.

If you describe it in detailed words, you may be able to write tens of thousands of words, which will be widely spread and praised among dark lovers. It's a pity that people who come here generally lack artistic cells and don't realize 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." ”

"Your medical examiner should go back to catching up on the lessons. Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "There are nineteen." One hangs from a tree, and another is trampled under your feet. ”

Lestrade was shocked and took a step backwards, looking at his feet.

Ye Qingxuan took off the baton on his waist, the baton reached into a pool of blood, and picked up a leather bag full of black scriptures, freshly peeled, hot and exciting.

Seeing the bloody skin dangling in front of him, with a strand of hair on it, Lestrade's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth, and ran to the corner and vomited wildly.

Hung up again.

All in all, the scene is basically like the scene of a car accident where a wagon carrying dead pork collided with a wagon full of rotten tomatoes.

Then a hundred and eight cooks jumped out, and the dead pork stained with tomato sauce was finely chopped into a meat puree, and some leftovers were left behind, which were fried and fried, and all kinds of tricks were played.

Moreover, there is still so much evidence left at the scene......

"It's not your jurisdiction anymore, report it to the Royal Orchestra. Ye Qingxuan patted him on the shoulder casually, "It's the sacrifice of the believers of the Hundred Eyes." ”

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't think about it, but when he really understood the meaning of the name, his originally pale face became more and more ugly:

"The Hundred Eyes?"

"Yes. ”

Ye Qingxuan took his baton and poked it twice in the eye sockets of the corpse, it was empty, only the blood was overflowing: "Look for yourself, all the corpses' eyes have been gouged out."

The group of fellows was here to please their gods, sacrificing the lives and sufferings of mortals. Today, it seems, the ceremony was a success. ”

Lestrade's face was blank: "They, what do they want to do?"

"How do I know?"

Ye Qingxuan replied indifferently, but Lola's chuckle came from his ears again.

"Xiao Yezi, your serious appearance when you lie is getting more and more cute. ”

"I let you borrow my eyes, not for you to watch the fun. ”

Ye Qingxuan responded coldly, the more serious he was at this time, the easier it was to be molested by Lola, a vicious woman. The best way is not to borrow her stubble and start another topic,

"Don't waste any time, are you sure?" )