Crown of Silence

Chapter 264 Sacrifice

The sea tide reflected the fragmented moonlight, which was cold and shattered on the reefs with the waves, like scattered frost.

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

The fragmented water vapor rose from the sea, thick and cold, like the resentful soul of the dead. The thick white fog swallowed up the whole city and submerged the whole city in it.

In the fog, it seemed that there was a young boy singing softly, and the song wandered in the streets and alleys. As long as you listened carefully, you could hear it vaguely.

"The emperor and his accomplices kidnapped the queen and imprisoned her in her dreams.

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

Yohoo, thousands of hands, hoist the sails! Pull, thieves and beggars, we will get eternal life..."

In the chilling singing, the patrolman holding the wind lantern exhaled a breath of cold air, shuddering, and accelerated the patrol. But the singing followed him like a shadow, making his face pale.

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

This glorious city that shines brightly in the daytime hides countless truths at night. Among the thousands of truths, no matter which one is accidentally peeked, it is enough to make the witness evaporate from the world and disappear without a trace.

Every dark street corner seems to hide the entrance to hell, calling out to the lonely patrolman.

In the darkness, the childish singing voice became clearer and clearer, lingering in the patrolman's ears, making him tremble. There seemed to be some power in the song, which made him involuntarily follow the sound.

Gradually, gradually, his mind went blank.

In the silent street, only footsteps echoed.

The patrolman with empty eyes staggered forward. At some point, the homeless people who were seduced by the song also joined them and approached the direction of the song.

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

In the darkness, the little boy's singing had been distorted at some point, turning into the grim smile 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?

Respond to our call, and the blood debt will be repaid... Yo ho, pull up the sail, we will embark on the road home! Pull, thieves and beggars, we will be immortal from death!"

Bang!

In the hands of the patrolman, the wind lantern hit the stone steps and suddenly broke. The grease with flames spilled on his body, igniting his body. The severe pain finally woke him up.

He screamed in pain, but found that he had kneeled on the cold altar without knowing when.

In the twisted firelight, the black shadow of the sacrifice covered his face. The black shadow was dressed in red, and there seemed to be hundreds of eyes in the shadow under the hood, with compassionate and indifferent eyes.

The patrolman was overwhelmed by the eyes, and couldn't help but kneel on the ground, kissing his sharp blade, and singing along with the song: "We will be immortal from death."

The sound of blood splashing sounded.

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

——

Two hours later, the night was deep.

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

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

—— Sherlock Holmes.

The silver coin fell from his hand and threw into the flames, trembling endlessly. After a long time, it suddenly disintegrated into a group of misty fog. Only a crisp sound came.

Ding~

The lingering sound lingered in the beams, passed by his ears, and penetrated into the darkness.

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

For some reason, the sound that sounded frightening in the past sounded extremely reassuring at this moment. Lestrade lit his pipe, stared at the darkness in the distance, suppressed his fear, and waited patiently.

After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse voice sounded from behind him:

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

The hoarse voice was like a sharp blade, close to his heart, emitting a piercing cold, which made him shiver.

"According to your instructions, I will contact you if something strange happens."

He explained stutteringly, but paused, took a deep breath, and mustered up his courage: "They are in there..."

"They?" The shadow asked.

Lestrade swallowed his saliva and gritted his teeth and said, "I can't say what those things are that I don't know what they should be called."

The evil spirit standing in the night fog pondered for a moment and nodded:

"Lead the way."

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"The king's capital has been quietly under martial law recently. The patrolmen are wearing alarm bells. The police department checks the situation at any time through the Avalon Great Barrier. An hour ago, we found that a patrolman was killed. After the attack, we found out... it was too late."

Lestrade walked in front, wrapped his coat tightly, as if he was afraid of the cold wind.

Occasionally, when he looked around, his face was pale.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help shaking his head: "It seems that you have never come early."

"It always takes some time from receiving the signal to organizing the team and making the impulse. Avalon is so big, a few minutes is not enough time to even take the horse out of the stable..."

"And you have to leave time for those who do things at night to react, right?"

Ye Qingxuan's rhetorical question left Lestrade speechless, and his expression became increasingly bitter: How could I be so clever in front of this person? He will only know better than himself about those private dealings.

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

All the bile has been vomited, and he is vomiting empty.

Ye Qingxuan stopped to look at him and walked straight over. The other doorkeepers seemed not to notice his arrival at all, but managed to show serious expressions and saluted Lestrade beside him.

Lestrade was stunned for a moment and quietly looked at the silent evil spirit of revenge beside him. The shadow of the evil spirit blended into the mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

It's like it doesn't exist.

That's fine... He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: This saves him a lot of explanation, so as not to leave any clues and traces.

Just as they entered, several more people were pushed out, their faces pale, and there were still traces of vomiting on the corners of their mouths. The person holding them obviously didn't look good, and his legs and feet were slightly shaky.

"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:

"—is hell."

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"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's very harmful to hold it in and not vomit. You are going against your own nature as a living being..."

"I said, shut up!"

Then, Laura’s voice disappeared.

Ye Qingxuan stood in the center of the scene, looking around with an expressionless face. A few minutes ago, he looked down on the policemen, but now he sympathized with them.

If it wasn't due to responsibilities, who would run into such a ghost place?

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

If it were described in detailed words, it might be possible to write tens of thousands of words, and it would be widely circulated among gloomy enthusiasts and receive high praise. It's a pity that people who come here generally lack artistic talent 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, seventeen."

"It's time for your forensic doctor to go back and make up lessons." Ye Qingxuan said calmly: "There are nineteen of them. One is hanging on the tree, and one is stepped on by you."

Lestrade was shocked when he heard this. He jumped back and looked at his feet.

Ye Qingxuan took off the baton from his waist. The baton reached into the pool of blood and picked up a skin bag filled with black scriptures. It was freshly skinned alive and hot and exciting.

Seeing the bloody skin dangling in front of him, with traces of hair on it, Lestrade's expression changed suddenly, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, and ran to the corner to vomit crazily.

Another one hung up.

All in all, the scene basically looked like a car accident between a carriage carrying dead pork and a carriage full of rotten tomatoes.

Then one hundred and eight cooks jumped out, finely chopped the dead pork dipped in tomato sauce into minced meat, and left some leftovers, frying, stir-frying, and playing various tricks.

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

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

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

"The one with hundreds of eyes?"

"right."

Ye Qingxuan took his baton and poked the corpse's eye sockets twice. They were empty, only blood overflowed: "See for yourself, all the corpses' eyes have been gouged out.

Those guys are here to please their gods, sacrificing the lives and pain of mortals. Now it seems that the ceremony was a success. "

Lestrade's face turned pale: "They, what do they want to do?"

"How do I know?"

Ye Qingxuan answered indifferently, but Laura's chuckle came to his ears again.

"Little Ye Zi, the serious way you look when you lie is getting more and more cute."

"I didn't let you borrow my eyes just to watch the fun."

Ye Qingxuan responded coldly. The more serious he was at this time, the easier it would be to be teased by Laura, a vicious woman. The best way is not to take advantage of her, but to start another topic.

"Don't waste time, have you confirmed it?"