Silent Crown Chapter 247: Sacrifice

The sea tide reflects the fragments of moonlight, the moonlight is cold, and the waves crash on the chaotic reef, like flying frost. ∑The vertex novel, x.

In the long night, the sea tide was mixed with crying 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.

The broken water vapor rises from the sea, rich and cold, like the spiteful soul of the dead. The thick white mist engulfed the entire city and submerged the entire city in it.

In the mist, it seemed as if a young boy was singing softly, and the singing lingered in the streets and alleys. As long as he listened carefully, it was faintly audible.

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

We have the power and the ocean, where should we wander?

Wow, tens of thousands of hands, raise the sail! Pull, thief and beggar, we will have eternal life..."

In the chilling singing, the patrolman with the wind lantern in his hand let out a cold breath, and his hair was horrified, speeding up the inspection. But the singing followed him behind him like a shadow, making his face pale.

Avalon in the middle of the night is definitely not a good place.

This city of glory shining brightly in the day, at night, hides many truths that I don’t know. Among the millions of truths, no matter which one you accidentally peeped at, it is enough to make the witnesses evaporate and disappear without a trace.

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

In the darkness, the immature singing voice became clearer, entwining the policeman's ears, making him tremble. There seemed to be some power in the singing that made him follow the sound involuntarily.

Gradually, gradually, there was a blank in his brain.

The quiet street. Only the footsteps echoed.

The patrolman with hollow eyes staggered forward. At some unknown time, the tramps who were tempted by the singing also joined them and approached in the direction of the singing.

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

In the darkness, the little boy's singing has been distorted for some time. Turned into the grinning smiles of countless ghosts in the ears:

"Its key has been inserted into the box, and the devil will realize our dream. The bell has sounded from the cemetery, do you hear the gloomy tune?

In response to our call, the blood debt will be repaid...Yo roar, raise the sails, and we will embark on the road to homecoming! Pull, thief and beggar, we shall be immortal from death! "

Boom!

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

He screamed in pain, only to find that he did not know when he had knelt on the cold altar.

In the distorted firelight, the dark shadow of the sacrificial rites covered his face. The dark figure was dressed in red, and there seemed to be a hundred pairs of eyes in the shadow under the hood, with compassion and indifference in his eyes.

The patrolman was overwhelmed by the look, and couldn't help but bow down to the ground, kissing his sharp blade. Sing softly with that song: "We will be immortal from death."

The sound of blood splattering sounded.

The warm liquid flowed silently, spilling over the ground.

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Two hours later. The night is deep.

Lestrade walked out of the crime scene with no expression on his face.

He gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, and took out a silver coin from his pocket: there was a vague face on the coin, and a name that represented darkness and secrets.

—Sherlock Holmes.

The silver coin fell from his hand and threw it into the flames, shaking endlessly. After a long time. Suddenly collapsed into a mist of mist. Only a clear voice came.

ding~

The reverberation sounded around the beam, passed his ears, and penetrated into the darkness.

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

I don't know why. The sound that sounded shocking in the past, but now it sounds very reassuring. Lestrade lit his pipe, stared into the darkness in the distance, pressed his fear, and waited patiently.

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

"I said, there is nothing important, don't bother me. I hope you didn't disappoint me."

The hoarse voice was like a sharp blade, clinging to his heart, exuding a bitter cold, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Follow your instructions and instructions... Contact you if something strange happens."

He stammered to explain, but he paused, took a deep breath, and gathered his courage: "They are there..."

"They?" Sombra asked.

Lestrade swallowed and spit, gritted his teeth and said: "Those who don't know what they should be said are...things, I can't tell."

The evil spirit standing in the night mist pondered for a moment, nodding:

"Lead the way."

"Recently, the king was under martial law quietly, and the police officers were carrying alarm bells. The police department checked the situation at any time through the Avalon enchantment. An hour ago, we discovered that a police officer had been killed, and only discovered after the attack... ...Late."

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

Occasionally, when I look around, my face is pale.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help shaking his head: "You never seem to be too early."

"From receiving the signal to organizing the team and impulsiveness, it takes some time. Avalon is so big, a few minutes, and there is not enough time to pull the horse out of the stable..."

"And also to leave time for those who work at night to respond, don't they?"

Ye Qingxuan's rhetorical question made Lestrade speechless, and his expression became more and more bitter: What kind of cleverness is he playing in front of this one? He can only understand those private activities better than himself.

"Anyway, when we arrived, it was too late." He shrugged with a wry smile, and looked at the young man guarding the door of the scene. The young man leaned on the wall, bending over and vomiting violently.

The bile has been vomited, empty vomiting.

Ye Qingxuan stopped and glanced at him, and walked straight over. The other doormen didn't seem to notice his arrival at all, but barely squeezed out a serious expression and saluted Lestrade beside him.

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, then quietly looked at the vengeful evil spirit beside him silently. The shadow of the evil spirit melted into the mist, making people indistinct.

It's like it doesn't exist.

That's fine... He quietly breathed a sigh of relief: This saves himself some explanation, lest there be any clues and traces.

As they entered, a few more people were pushed out, their faces pale, and the corners of their mouths were still vomiting. The people holding them were obviously not good-looking, and their legs and feet were vaguely fluttering.

"Didn't they see the dead 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 vomit, I won't laugh at you."

"Shut up."

"Your expression is changing, it will be easier to spit it out."

"Shut up."

"It hurts to hold back and not vomit, you are defying your own nature as a creature..."

"I said, shut up!"

So, Laura's voice disappeared.

Ye Qingxuan stood in the center of the scene, looking around, expressionless. A few minutes ago he looked down on the group of soft-footed police officers, but now he sympathizes with them.

If it is not limited by duty, who would run into such a ghost place?

In short, this ghost 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 among dark lovers and highly acclaimed. It's a pity that people who come here generally lack artistic cells and are unaware of 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 that there are seventeen."

"Your forensic doctor should go back to make up the lesson." Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "There are nineteen. One is hanging on the tree, and one is stepped on by you."

Lestrade was shocked when he heard this, and took a step back and looked down at his feet.

Ye Qingxuan took off the truncheon from his waist. The truncheon plunged into a pool of blood and stirred up a skin filled with black scriptures, peeling it off fresh and irritating.

Seeing the blood dripping skin dangling in front of him, with strands of hair still on it, Lestrade's complexion changed suddenly, and he couldn't help covering his mouth, and ran to the corner to vomit wildly. Up.

Hang another one.

In short, the scene is basically like a collision between a carriage carrying dead pork and a carriage full of rotten tomatoes, and a car accident occurred.

Then one hundred and eight cooks jumped out and cut the dead pork with tomato sauce into a mashed meat, leaving some leftovers, frying and frying, playing various tricks.

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

"This is no longer under your jurisdiction, report it to the Royal Orchestra." Ye Qingxuan patted him on the shoulder casually, "It is a sacrifice for the followers of Hundred Eyes."

Lestrade froze for a moment, as if he didn't think of it, but when he really wanted to understand the meaning of the name, his pale face became more and more ugly:

"Hundred Eyes?"

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan took his truncheon and poked it twice in the eye socket of the corpse~IndoMTL.com~ It was empty, only the blood was overflowing: "Look for yourself, all the eyes of the corpse have been gouged away.

The group of guys are here to please their gods and sacrifice the lives and pain of mortals. Now it seems that the ceremony was very successful. "

Lestrade looked unremarkable: "They, what do they want to do?"

"Where do I know?"

Ye Qingxuan answered indifferently, but Lola's chuckle came in his ears.

"Little Ye Zi, your serious look when you lied is getting cute."

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

Ye Qingxuan responded coldly. The more serious this time, the easier it is to be molested by the evil woman Lola. The best way is to start a new topic without borrowing her stubbornness.

"Don't waste time, have you confirmed it?" (To be continued.)