Mermaid Reef

The smell of blood wafted along the wind.

With this amount of blood loss, the victim dies quickly.

No!

John grabbed the wooden bin and rushed out the door.

The cold wind in the corridor made him shiver, and John regained his sanity.

——This is not an ordinary case, it has something to do with mystery.

It may not be possible to save people, and there will be dangers.

And he was impulsive, and directly left a client of the evil god at home.

It would be rude to switch to an ordinary client, at least say hello!

John panicked, but he ran away, and it was more important to save people.

The streets were dark and foggy.

Gas lamps are only installed on the roads for carriages, and there are no patrolmen here.

Although the screams disturbed the whole street, no one came out. They were afraid that the murderer would break into the house.

John looked around by the light from a nearby house and asked loudly, "What's going on?"

He yelled this sentence to attract the attention of the neighbors, to prove that he just ran out of the house, not the perpetrator, and to remind those who held the hunting log and wanted to target the murderer through the window to let him go.

Shouting, John ran to where the man lay.

His body was tense, and he stared at the alley not far away, making sure that he could raise his weapon at any time to attack the monsters that might pounce inside.

But there was no movement in the alley, it was so deep and dark that nothing could be seen clearly.

At this moment, John felt his right foot was grabbed by something, he instinctively kicked it away, and then heard a muffled groan of pain and weakness, only to realize that it was the outstretched hand of the victim lying on the ground.

"Sorry, the fog is too heavy..."

John suddenly realized that the fog was so thick, how could he see the long dark purple line coming out of the alley just now upstairs?

It is estimated that it is something that normal people cannot see.

"Hold on," John said, turning his head and shouting at the houses on both sides of the street. "This gentleman is in trouble. Does anyone have a medicine cabinet?"

At this moment, John finally saw where the man was injured, and he froze for a moment.

The man was wearing a canvas jacket, torn boots, no pants, and his lower body was covered in blood.

It's so cold and a man comes running out of a dark alley with no pants on?

The blood is still flowing.

The man's facial features were distorted, and he stretched out his hand twitching, unable to make any sound.

John let go and watched the wounded man slip into a dying coma.

Not that John lacked sympathy, but John knew that for six months a hideous villain had been roaming the neighborhood, preying on women, usually laundresses and housemaids, who were forced out at night.

Since one of the victims was a laundryman that John was familiar with, he tracked it down for a while, but with little success. He could only speculate that it was an unemployed worker or a dock porter who wandered here to commit crimes.

The recent weather is too cold, and the villain has not appeared for two months.

Will it be mistaken for the criminal?

No, there are no street girls around here.

With the man's clothes, the girls he could afford were all in Whitechapel or the port slums, not in this alley in the cold.

So things are obvious, this villain took advantage of everyone's relaxation of vigilance, and started wandering the streets looking for targets, and finally bumped into an evil god pretending to be hunting humans?

However, the taste of this evil god...

John frowned.

There was a sound of footsteps behind John, and he turned to find a house with an open door.

It's Mr. Hank the Ratcatcher who lives in the apartment next door.

Hank was the strongest man on the street, and the most courageous.

When he walked to John with the medicine box and saw the man's injuries, he still let out a horrified cry.

"God!" Hank's eyes widened and he couldn't wait to ask, "John, did you see the murderer? Was the murder weapon scissors?"

"……did not see it."

John stood up, pushed away the medicine box, and explained, "It's too late, the wound is too big, if there is no doctor for this kind of injury, he will definitely die."

Although he thought that this villain deserved to die in his heart, when John observed the wound, he still felt a sense of fear.

This kind of injury is a nightmare for any man.

Hank kept saying God over and over again.

"I'll call the police!" Hank ran out.

John suspected that he not only wanted to call the police, but also wanted to go to the newspaper to sell information.

Such curious news and cases are very popular, and can be paid at least a shilling.

More and more people are coming out to ask about the situation.

As the man slid toward his death, the horror and excitement of the case were discussed.

John stood by the side of the road, smoking a cigarette, without voicing his suspicions.

The landlord and his wife thought it was a poor man who met the devil at night, the neighbor paint merchant thought it was the revenge of the old lover, and the business clerk who lived downstairs from John insisted that it was done by a beast.

"Ridiculous, who would take off their pants in front of the beast?"

"There must be another corpse in the alley, or the remains of a corpse! The beast attacked a man and a woman!"

"Come on, it's just the weather, you take off your pants outside?"

Someone took a flashlight and shone into the alley, and there were only some garbage in it.

The employees of the firm blushed, and the women who watched the excitement were whispering behind the curtains. The bachelor felt that he had lost face, so he couldn't help raising his voice: "Before this happened, I felt the building shaking and the tables shaking. Movement, it must be a beast!"

The landlord and his wife nodded immediately, but insisted that it was a devil. The devil's huge size would cause shock.

The others showed inexplicable expressions.

"What vibration? Didn't feel it!"

"what are you guys saying?"

After a while of communication, when it was discovered that only the house facing the alley had a strange vibration, the face of the business staff turned pale with fright, and the landlord and his wife hurried back to pray with a cross.

Looking down at the man lying in a pool of blood, John realized he was out of breath.

Before the patrolman came, John also returned to the apartment.

John pushed open the door and found that his client was still sitting on the chair, holding the ruby ​​with his fingers.

"Ok?"

John rubbed his eyes, he seemed to have seen a phantom just now.

Gemil threw the gem back into the box, acting like nothing happened.

"Are you looking at the rewards others have paid me?" John was vigilant in his heart. He was worried that Gemil would turn the gem into a curse, and whoever touched it would be in bad luck.

"No, I'm wondering how much money can buy your head."

John was startled and found that Gemil didn't look like he was joking, so he immediately asked, "Excuse me, is this literal?"

"According to our habits, yes."

The tassels hanging from the hood remained motionless, and the invisible man spoke a terrifying sentence in a beautiful voice, "The most outstanding part of a human being is the head. This is the difference between human beings and other creatures on the earth. It is said that there is a way to obtain the human head Thoughts in it, but there's no way to put the head back together. In human terms, you're going to die."

John: "..."

The dissatisfaction of the client is felt.

But if the evil god really wants to kill him, he will do it directly, and will not talk too much.

John was at a loss, so he could only bow down and salute: "Forgive me for refusing, Your Excellency. I have no relatives who need money urgently. No matter how much you pay, the dead will not be able to use it. What happened just now was so sudden, it was my fault. Leave without saying hello."

Just came out of the scene of a weird murder case, and immediately wanted to write a love secret to fool the evil gods. What kind of adventure career is this?

John tried his best to keep calm, and he said with the most sincere attitude: "Human knowledge is hidden in books. I only met some people who were troubled by love in my short career, and they are not very proficient in this knowledge, otherwise you will push away today. At this door, there should be a hostess who will warmly serve you with teapots and refreshments, shouldn’t you?”

—Everyone is a bachelor, my brain is useless!

Gemil seemed to hear the cry in John's heart.

"I can write you a book list." John added that since the evil god can read newspapers, he shouldn't refuse to read books.

Five minutes later, Gemil put away the piece of paper that John tore from the notebook.

Just like sending an ordinary client, John took the initiative to open the door for the other party, and then explained: "I need to be busy with another commission recently, and I may not be at home. You can think about the way to meet the person you like, Then decide what information I need to convey, please come back in ten days."

Gemil, who wanted to go through the window: "..."

Forget it, the stairs of ants are no different from the windows.

John took two quick steps, and asked in a low voice, "Sorry, there are still some small things I want to bother you. What is that thing that was cut up just now... that is going to eat people?"

Gemil thought about it, and decided to remind John, lest the detective die.

He wouldn't be happy that way, and Jason wouldn't be happy either.

"Watch out for butterflies that others don't see."

"Butterfly?"

John repeated, he wanted to ask again, but when he looked up, he found that the corridor was empty.

When he walked to the door, the landlord and his wife were very nervous and stammered and asked, "John, who are you talking to?"

"..."

John understood, the client just now was just like Jason, invisible to normal people.

"No, I didn't say anything, you misheard." John denied, then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked, "There seems to be a strange underground church nearby, they painted butterflies on the walls, and they worshiped Sira? "(Note)

The landlady immediately made the sign of the cross on her chest, terrified and blamed John for saying the devil's name at home.

Especially tonight when there was a murder.

"No, I heard it's not Sira. They say the butterfly symbolizes a stronger and more benevolent god." The landlady muttered.

Then Mr. Landlord was glared at by his wife, and he closed his mouth helplessly.

At this time, the piercing police whistle finally sounded in the street.

"Don't touch the dead body, the police are coming!"

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The author has something to say:

Note: Sira, the fallen angel, is Sariel.Legend has it that his symbol is a butterfly.

In the world setting of this article, there are myths and legends, but there are no such gods.

In this world, there are only restraining gods

Strictly speaking, the evil gods are not gods. It can be understood that they are a kind of BOSS with strange modeling and explosive values.

They occupy different territories, and believers who worship them will give them different names according to their territories and power

I saw someone ask about the authority of the Sea God, no, there is no such thing as authority, the name of the god is empty, it is blown out.

Gemir does have the ability to set off a tsunami. In the legend set in this article, he is called the sea god, but other restraint gods can also occupy a sea area to be the sea god. As long as this dead house is not disturbed, there will be no conflict

There is no trident in the position of Poseidon, and there is no corresponding godhead, godhead does not exist in this article

Although the name is blown out, it doesn't mean that the god of restraint is not terrible

The name represents the skills and characteristics of this evil god, called Poseidon, it may really have the power of the legendary Poseidon

(only the wrong name, no wrong nickname) (no)