The Death Knell

The inside of the room and the corridor where the four people were outside seemed to be two worlds. Translucent blue crystal clusters were densely covered on every wall and ceiling, making the entire room look like a crystal mine. The light outside the window shone in These crystal clusters reflect light that is constantly twisting and moving.

Surrounded by these crystals, a gorgeous golden round table was placed in the center of the living room. The blood dripped from the table to the ground, then snaked between the crystal clusters and flowed out of the door.

All three corpses were dissected using unusually standard techniques, and some internal organs were removed and cooked. They were placed on white plates in categories, and were garnished with cherry tomatoes and rosemary as garnishes.

Most of the meat was cut off from the mermaid-like bones and made into sashimi and sushi. They were placed on both sides of the bones in an orderly manner. Even soy sauce and mustard sauce were prepared.

As the four people approached the dining table, the small speaker on the table began to play automatically, singing a sad song with a slow melody:

"Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown..."

Hermione frowned, covering her nose with her fist, and whispered to the professor: "This is "Goodbye my lover", the most popular funeral song after 2005, but the murderer of these aliens should not have Treat this like a funeral."

The singer of this song is James Blunt, a descendant of the British royal family Henry VIII. The British like him so much that many people say that as long as he sings, it is not illegal to kill at the same time.

Anyway, if Hermione had to choose, she felt that her funeral should be to lie peacefully, listen to this song, and let her relatives and friends cry for a while. Instead of being carried by a group of black people carrying the coffin and going out to dance with a smile.

"Have I let you down? Should I feel guilty?" Su Ming walked to the table covered with blood and looked down at the corpses on it: "These lyrics are conveying a message, but not to the dead, but to the deceased. Showing it to those who come after you.”

Su Ming didn't know this kind of alien. There were too many alien species in the world of the men in black, and it was impossible to see every one of them.

However, Deathstroke still has a say in the handling of meat.

The upper body of this alien is human, which has been deboned and cooked into various hot dishes; the lower body is fish, which is made into Japanese food. However, it is worth noting that nothing on the table has been eaten. , the murderer is not cannibalistic, he is just passing on a thought, not for his own desires.

The eyes of the three corpses were all missing, and it was understandable that they might have been taken away as collections, but the disappearance of the fish scales was a bit inexplicable.

All the dishes have been synchronized with room temperature, but the blood is still flowing, indicating that the time of the crime should be about an hour.

There are no signs of violent damage on the door, and there are no footprints on the ground. The other party may have the ability to fly.

"It's so perverted. Let me tell you, even though I have been a man in black for 14 years, this case is just an exception. It does not mean that all Americans are perverted." J shrank his neck in discomfort and spoke in a pale tone. Su Ming explained that it was one thing for him to get into the belly of a cockroach, but it was another thing to see the vivisection turned into a dish: "By the way, if it was really a perverted serial killer, , that’s also more likely to be white.”

K was squatting aside and checking the crystals with a portable instrument. At this time, he stood up and looked at the readings above: "These crystals are water, solidified water, but they are not ice, and the temperature is not even low. I cannot understand how at the moment." Forming."

"Those aren't important, are they? Anyway, we've seen a lot of weird things." J leaned his head over K's shoulder and looked at the screen of the handheld device, frowning: "The body was damaged beyond recognition, you know this place Who lives here?"

The big-nosed agent nodded. He touched his forehead and handed the broken crystal-like object in his hand to his partner: "The deceased is the family of the ambassador of Kabala to Earth. They usually soak in the bathroom at home, so there is only one person in the room. There will be so much water to form this environment. But they should have no enemies. According to the Andromeda II agreement, even aliens with hatred cannot start a war on Earth."

"I think this is not an assassination attempt on this family of aliens." Su Ming stood at the dining table and picked up the large intestine on the side with his hands to check. It was very clean inside.

"Are you saying that this was a random killing, but the victim happened to be an alien ambassador?" Agent K also approached the dining table, his expression solemn, but not panicked at all.

Su Ming left behind the uncooked large intestine and stomach, pulled out the chair at the dining table, and sat down: "No, I mean, this is a murder that greets us, as if a perverted lunatic did it. He said, "Hello, you guys"."

Hermione beside her narrowed her eyes and lowered her head to think about something.

Agent J also came over, shielding his eyes from looking at the wreckage with his hands, and asked in a funny way:

"What's the specific idea? Why are you so sure?"

"Table, chairs, this is the evidence." Death Knell knocked on the table in front of him, and the blood stains on it rippled: "Didn't you find that this set of tables and chairs does not match the style of the entire apartment? Apart from these Apart from chairs, you can't see other sofas, stools, lounge chairs or similar things in the room. The lower bodies of our victims look like fish. I just checked and their fish tail bones cannot be bent enough to sit on a chair. Cheng."

"Agent Su is right. Kabbalists don't need chairs, sofas, or even tables. They don't wear smart prosthetics just to sit on chairs at home. This set of things was brought by the murderer." K already After understanding, he nodded slowly and took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the scene.

At this time, reinforcements from the people in black had also arrived. Through the window, you could see that the follow-up troops below had begun to process the memories of the police and onlookers. At the same time, scientific research and forensic teams also entered the room.

"This is just one of them. There is another point. These... dishes? Just understand it this way. They have not been touched. You see, the knives, forks and napkins have all been laid out. This alien family only has Three people, who do you think these four chairs are for?"

Deathstroke stood up from the chair, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, patting the back of the chair and saying this.

J's eyes widened, and the black man looked very happy with his big eyes: "It is prepared for the guests that the murderer wants to entertain...that is, us, there are exactly four of us."

"That's right, he wants us to find him, and that song is the clue." Su Ming nodded with satisfaction. The black-clad special police officer has good basic skills. Although J was a little funny, at least his brain was good: "At the same time, As a high-end banquet, something is missing from this table.”

Hermione took up what the professor said, and she reasoned with great confidence: "Yes, without wine, whether it is red wine with red meat, white wine with seafood, or even sake with Japanese food, entertaining guests They all should be paired with good wine, but there’s none on this table.”