The 23rd plane

the devil of the fog

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the whole city is shrouded in panic.

At night, even the carriage did not dare to go to the street. On both sides of the smooth stone road, there were houses with bright lights.

In the distance, the tower of the castle stands up. Even in the dark alleys of the city, the harvester is also left aside. No one dares to go out at night for fear of encountering accidents.

In some dark alley.

The blood flowed all over the ground, and the dead lay on his back. His empty eyes looked terrible. His eyes rolled beside him at will, and there was a trace of flesh and blood on it.

Next to him was a young man half kneeling, with a white face under his broken golden hair, and his pure blue eyes were shining with a slightly joyful light. He handed the silver knife in his hand to the bridge of his nose. The smell of blood made the blue in the eyes of the youth more profound, and the lips rose.

Outside the alley, the light of street lamp slightly refracts into the eyes of teenagers. Pure blue twinkles, like a deep blue gem. The white face is almost pale, with a trace of morbid feeling, but the purplish red lip flap is thin and sexy. His scarlet tongue licked his thin lips. He raised his hand and thrust the silver knife into the dead man's heart.

The tip of the knife stabbed into the heart, and the blood splashed on the young man's white face. Against his blue eyes, he seemed to be more happy to continue to exert himself, and the blade penetrated the sternum a little bit.

"Good." He whispered.

Foreign timbre, with a bit of love, is like the gentle chanting of a choir, but it is cruel and bloody.

The handle is outside the dead man's chest, but the body of the knife doesn't enter the body. Qianzel licks his lips like appreciating art works, and leans over slightly. His slender pale fingers flick the handle lightly, but the knife deeply stabbed into his body does not move. He gave a gentle smile.

Pure blue eyes glanced at the dead on the ground, but seemed to be looking at some toys. His eyes did not even stay for another second. He looked away and turned away.

Before the figure merged into the night, a smile of excitement and unknown meaning appeared on the scarlet lips.

....

It's morning.

"Dead again!"

With a frightful scream, countless people came out, and their eyes were in contact with the body, which was beyond recognition and tragic. The timid people fainted on the spot. The rest of the people were pale. Some people held up the wall and vomited. The rest of the people looked very bad.

"The second one of the month..."

"Yes, the old men of the detective agency. When can we solve the case?"

"Isn't this the owner of that pub..."

People were talking, and the owner's wife of the tavern pushed aside the crowd, and only looked at the dead on the ground, then turned her eyes and fainted.

Then, a small old man pushed aside the crowd, with a girl squeezed into the crowd, eyes contact the dead on the ground, he hurriedly closed his eyes, silently prayed for a while, then opened his eyes, motioned to the girl behind him, "quickly record the time."

The girl wore a coarse cloth dress, smelled speech and looked at him. Then she took out a pen and paper from her bag and carefully wrote down the time: "morning".

The old detective didn't notice what she had written and looked down at the dead.

Someone nearby asked, "old Jack, you've been arresting people for months. Do you have any clues?"

Old Jack habitually took a puff of his pipe. He looked at the people on the ground with a locked eyebrow. He ignored the people next to him and said to himself, "the last victim had bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his flesh was separated. This is a gouged eye Knives are all silver. Murderers like silver? "

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