canary in cage

In the West Asian continent in winter, white covers this street.

Green Lanka Church today is a day of prayer, the goddess sculpture standing at the forefront of the church, wrapped in thick feather wings.

She is as proud as if kissed by God. Although she is just a model placed there, she is not big in size, but she is imposing, rich, elegant and majestic. The golden cross stands on the dome, straight Refers to Xiao Han.

Cecil was the first to come to the church to pray, and beside him was a deacon in a tuxedo. As soon as he got out of the carriage, everyone stepped aside in fear.

The hair of this deacon is black, and black hair is a symbol of the devil in West Asia and a messenger of hell.

People around did not dare to look up, and only a few atheists dared to stare straight at this beauty.

His face seemed to have been kissed by a devil, his skin was white and smooth, like silk, and he couldn't see any blemishes.

Cehir was holding a handcuff, and his bright golden hair was covered by a black top hat. There was no one in the church at this time. Cehir took off his top hat and put it on his chest. His short golden and soft hair waved twice in the air.

Cecil walked up to the Goddess sculpture, put the top hat and cane on the table behind him, looked at the Goddess, clenched a fist with one hand and lightly rested on the other hand, and closed his eyes.

[Dear Goddess Your Majesty, I, Cehir, pray to you devoutly, please let me escape from this lunatic named Isri next to me. ]

Cecil read silently three times before opening his eyes, took the cane and top hat behind him, and looked at Isri.

"Why don't you pray?"

Isri raised his right hand, placed it on his left shoulder, made a gentleman's salute, and said respectfully: "My dear and great Master Cehir, I only respect you, you are my god."

Cecil frowned slightly, his blue eyes trembling slightly, turned around and left: "Madman!"

Isri smiled and followed Cehir's pace: "Master, the road outside is slippery, walk slowly."

Today they are going to meet the queen in the palace. The West Asian continent has been disturbed by successive kidnapping and murder cases in the past few days.

They only pick good-looking girls, they don't want ransom, they don't want status, they just want to stimulate.

After the girls were kidnapped, the tender/flesh on their bodies was cut off piece by piece, and the organs were stabbed into the body with a sharp weapon, and the intestines were pulled out alive from the belly and wrapped around the waist.

What's more, you will hear scary nursery rhymes at night.

Then hang in the crowded alley the next day, waiting for the piercing screams of the women and the cries of the girl's relatives.

The police in West Asia immediately dispatched personnel, but three weeks later, not only did they not find any clues, but the number of victims increased a lot.

This incident was quickly reported to the queen, the queen of the West Asian continent was also in her youth, and she was even more afraid of such things, so the notice was posted all over the city in an instant.

[If anyone can solve this case, I will agree to all his conditions! 】

This is such a greedy condition, but at this time no one dared to stand up, they were afraid, they were afraid of being retaliated, that kind of person is a devil!

"Who are you! What are you doing here!" The soldiers outside the palace stopped the carriage with swords.

Cecil sat in the car without moving, and didn't even give Isri a look.

With a smile on his face, Isri got down from the carriage and said respectfully, "Hi, we are the Kritis family, and we are here to discuss the kidnapping case with the queen."

The soldier frowned, thought for a moment, and opened his mouth mercilessly: "Is that the family that was massacred overnight?"

In the next second, the smile on Isri's face disappeared, and Huber's pupils shone coldly: "Your words are very disrespectful to us, I hope you apologize immediately."

The soldier looked at Isri, the coldness in his pupils made him a little chilly, and the sword in his hand was a little unsteady.

"Sorry, sir, it was my mistake."

Hearing the other party's apology, Isri put a smile on his face again: "Very well, thank you for your tolerance."

Isri came to the carriage, opened the velvet curtains on the front seat, and smiled unabated: "Young Master, it's already taken care of."

Cecil hummed, not planning to talk to Isri.

Isri did not immediately put down the curtains, but stared at Cehir closely. At this moment, the blood in Cehir's heart was like champagne that had been uncorked suddenly, rushing unscrupulously into the blood vessels of his whole body.

Isri paused with his white-gloved hand, and stretched it towards the top of Cecil's head.

Obviously, Cecil trembled and asked sharply, "What are you doing?"

Isri's hand stopped in the air, watching Cecil's reaction, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Master, your hat is crooked."

Cecil's hands were as cold as if they had been taken out of the freezer, and he hurriedly placed the hat on his head.

"I see."

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the main hall, and Yisli opened the door, raising one hand as if to support him.

"Master, here we are."

Only at this time did Cecil move, put his palm on Isri's arm, and got out of the car.

Not just anyone can enter the palace, except for the Queen's permission, the rest are only some nobles with status, and now only Sehir can enter.

Isri stood behind Cehir, arranging the messed up clothes.

He is a full two heads taller than Cehir, after all, Cehir is still in the developmental stage.

After tidying up, the corners of Isri's lips raised slightly, and he bowed and whispered softly in Cecil's ear.

"You have to remember what I said, don't let me smell anything else on you, or I will be punished."

Cecil trembled all over, turned his head and stared at Isri, biting his lip. The next moment, Esri's eyes turned cold, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Cehir's face.

The pain made Cecil's mouth slightly open.

"Master, don't bite your lips, it will damage your image."

Cecil slapped Isri's hand away, straightened his top hat, turned around and walked towards the palace.

Isri stood beside the carriage, looking at Cehir who was walking away, with greed and obsession in his eyes.

"Today's young master is still as beautiful as ever."