Chapter 57: Wanderers in the Night (Asking for a Wave of Monthly Passes~)

Stockholm, Sweden

It is a peaceful city.

Since 1809, Switzerland has not been involved in any wars, and in the two world wars, because Switzerland was declared a neutral country, the inhabitants lived in peace and tranquility as usual.

Under the pretense of peace, Sweden provided Germany with British movements through diplomacy, and sold iron ore, timber and their respective industrial products to the German army at low prices, and even became the invisible arsenal of the German army in Europe.

And today, hidden in the shadow of this beautiful city, which is both old and young, elegant and prosperous, is the "Night Wanderer" who killed seventeen people.

"Drink, ha, ha, ha."

A figure in a black sweatshirt was half-kneeling on the ground, panting, his face pale, and he looked as if he was sick.

If a passer-by sees the scene in the alley, he will definitely call 112 (Ruiguo's emergency number, fire police, bandit police number), but the purpose of his dialing 112 is probably to call the bandit police, not the emergency center.

Because next to the figure, there was a pool of bright red blood, which had obviously just flowed out of the human body.

As for the reason for the outflow from the human body, the severed limbs and fragments of organs on the ground, and a wide-eyed head (or to put it mildly, afraid of being sealed again), they proved that the blood came from a man and not from some animal.

The bloodied figure struggled to get up, took off the hat of his sweatshirt, and revealed the face that the Ruiguo police had been looking for for a long time.

With white skin, blue eyes, and brown hair, this seems to be a very ordinary face, as if similar faces can be found everywhere on the street.

But the owner of such an ordinary face brutally killed seventeen people, oh no, now eighteen. And he is also known as the "Night Wanderer" by the locals.

The bodies of those he brutally murdered were all mutilated without exception, and the main torso was not intact, and if it were not for the profession of forensic medicine, I am afraid that people would think that it was the work of some carnivore.

It stands to reason that such a cruel murderer should enjoy and be excited after committing the murder.

However, this face was full of horror and disbelief, and even tears.

"Ahh That's enough! Get out of my head! ”

The man roared and sped off into the distance.

The man jumped into the river and submerged himself in the water, hoping to calm his restless heart.

The icy river did have some effect, and the man was no longer as violent as before, but he could see his body clearly.

The seemingly clean black sweatshirt was already stained with blood, and his face and hands were stained with blood.

The man frantically took off his clothes and threw him into the distance. Then he began to scrub his body in the river, as if trying to wash the blood off his body.

But, the blood on the body is washed away, what about the blood in the heart?

"Ahh

A beastly roar came out of the man's mouth again.

If he could go back to that day, he would definitely not drink that bottle of "demon's blood"!

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Inside a restaurant in Sweden

Two boys with distinctly oriental characteristics sit in the restaurant, and the table in front of them is filled with a variety of Swiss specialties.

The owner of the restaurant is not surprised, these two Oriental boys are here to travel at first glance, and people who travel to Sweden like to order like this.

One of the boys picked up a piece of reindeer meat and put it in his mouth, and couldn't help but shout: "Zihang, try this reindeer meat, it's amazing!" Stockholm meatballs are also a must! There are really no words for the cooking skills of this restaurant! ”

The customers in the restaurant were not displeased by the boy's yelling. The Swiss are good at controlling their emotions and regard this as a virtue. In any case, the Swedes will not behave in a hurry. In their view, being easily agitated and speaking out at every turn is a sign of lack of self-restraint.

Moreover, the owner of this restaurant happened to understand some Huaxia language, smiled at the boy with a pleasant face, and reminded them softly. Chen Honggradually also noticed that his behavior was inappropriate, after all, this was not in China, but in Sweden.

The boy stood up and said to the other customers in the restaurant in Swiss Chinese: "Sorry to disturb everyone's interest, your hometown food is so delicious that I can't help but applaud it." ”

The boy turned to the restaurant owner and smiled, "Well, everyone in the restaurant now has bills on my head to express my apologies." ”

The boy's generosity and gentlemanly actions won the favor of the restaurateur and other customers, and knowing the reason for the boy's shouting, how could they blame a foreign boy who loudly expressed his love for the food of their homeland.

(Only the northern remote map and a few small areas near Finland speak English, and most people still speak Chinese)

Chen Hong gradually didn't care about this, anyway, when he went out, he was reimbursed by the executive department, and other people's money was comfortable to spend.

Eh, why does this sound so familiar?

The two big boys settled the food on the table like a whirlwind, and Chen Hong gradually picked up the black card issued by the Kassel Academy to settle the bill for everyone.

"Boss, our first time in Stockholm, is there anything fun or good to eat?"

The restaurateur didn't mind spending some time with the bold boy, and he thought for a moment and said, "The majestic royal palace Nikolai Church would be a good choice, and if you can get to the palace at noon, you can spend a few Swedish kronor to see the richly dressed and ceremonial changing of the guard."

But it should be too late now. Nobel's Mansion, an old West Long Street restaurant, is also a good choice.

Oh yes! You can go to the palace next to the North Sea Grass Hall to see the North Sea Grass Hall. At that time, there was an ancient Chinese-style garden, and the original owner seemed to be your Huaxia You...... There's a reason for that. ”

"Kang Youwei. (Youwei Kang)" Chu Zihang said lightly, "After the failure of the Wuxu Reform, Kang Youwei went into exile, and the climate here aroused the love of this overseas traveler, so he bought a small island in the Baden area of the sand dunes, and in 1909 built a Chinese-style garden on the island, named "Beihai Thatched Cottage", relying on his strong feelings of being in a foreign country and remembering his homeland. ”

Chen Hong gradually stretched out a thumbs up to Chu Zihang and praised it: "It is worthy of Chu Palace, and his knowledge is really profound!" ”

"Boss, anything else? Are there any beautiful night views or gourmet restaurants? ”

Chen Hong gradually packaged himself and Chu Zihang as foreign tourists, and without a trace, he pulled the topic to the night in the Stockholm area.

"Located at the corner of Vasagatan Street and Kungsgatan Street, close to the central station, the Kebab house is open until 5am every day and is an ideal place to go, where the kebabs and beef patties are delicious and inexpensive, and I used to go there with a few friends.

However, we haven't been there for almost two months, and I don't recommend you to go. ”

The corners of Chen Hong's mouth curled slightly: "Why is this?" ”

"Oh, you don't know. Recently we had a murderer in Stockholm. The boss brought his upper body closer to the two of them, lowered his voice and whispered.

"Murderer?"

"Yes, we call him 'The Night Wanderer'"