[Comprehensive] malicious

After leaving a terrifying shadow in London at the end of the nineteenth century, Jack the Ripper suddenly disappeared.There are different opinions. Some people say that he committed suicide, others that he went crazy, and of course some people say that he left England and fled to a foreign country.

In short, no one has been able to solve the truth of the mystery of Jack the Ripper's murder.Jack made the aloof dark aristocrats have to go to the scene to understand the status of the murder case in person, and finally forced the Scotland Yard inspector to submit his resignation.His battle with justice can be said to be a complete victory.At that time, even Queen Victoria was very concerned about this incident and asked the Prime Minister to resolve it as soon as possible.The Queen herself called the then Prime Minister, the Marquess of Southberry, and asked him to try to solve the problem of Jack the Ripper.The panicked prime minister immediately called a cabinet meeting to discuss solutions.

The British Empire was the strongest country in the world at that time: it was unheard of for a country standing at the top of the world to hold a cabinet meeting for a criminal.The time of Jack the Ripper turned out to be a national event.At that time, people didn't know that the incident had not been solved after a hundred years, and the murderer had been hidden for a hundred years. No one knew the true face of Jack the Ripper.

In the second year of Vincent Phantomhive's marriage, Mrs. Rachel became pregnant, and gave birth to a boy in the second year, named Shire.

Phantomhive's power swelled uncontrollably, and gradually became a group that even the Queen feared.

"If anything happens to me, Charles will trouble you to take care of me." In the simple rental house, the Order of the Dark World, who has passed his thirties, said this to his younger brother. "Speaking of which, you still don't plan to get married?" Both of them are not at the age where they can get angry, "Before Charles was born, I really can't believe that one day we will sit together and chat like this."

"Chat? I just saw a hopeless bereaved dog caring for an orphan." Sarcastic sharp jaw, deep blue eyes, sickly beauty, and a blood relative of Vincent Phantomhive who is a sibling but not tolerated by daylight , "Or are you so pathetic that you can only trust me, a brother with only pale blood?"

"Still as merciless as ever, Carl." Vincent smiled lightly, and took out a pocket watch from his coat pocket, "Charles' photo."

In the photo, the boy who is less than ten years old is smiling shyly, holding on to the corner of his father's clothes tightly, and the atmosphere between the two does not allow a third to intervene.How glaring...

Carl looked at the boy in the photo, with such an innocent smile, it is impossible to tell that he is the heir of an evil nobleman?What is it that will open the cloak of false happiness, what will blacken the lily that blooms from the filth?Sure enough... I still don't like that clean smile...

Despite the storm brewing in his chest, Karl is still calm on the surface. He has learned to hide himself so deep that even the end of the abyss cannot be touched.Vincent Phantomhive, Vincent Nesses, everything about this man is about to be buried, he will die in the wind at the best age, and with his wife in the most miserable way die, and their children will suffer all the suffering in the world.He knew everything, but he didn't want to change, and even vaguely looked forward to that day.

Did you say that?He is full of malice against everything in the world, and only misfortune can make him happy.

However, he is always easily bored. As for Vincent, when will he be bored?Maybe tomorrow, maybe in the next second...

"Carl?" His bangs are long, and he can't see his eyes when he lowers his head. It's not an illusion. The atmosphere around Carl is getting more and more treacherous, to the point where he can't see through it.

"I'm getting impatient, Vincent, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Next weekend is Charles' birthday. I hope you can attend. We will have a party at home and will not invite anyone else." Vincent's dark blue eyes watched his every movement urgently. What about?Perhaps it was the hysterical laughter of Carl, who was only a teenager ten years ago, after playing tricks on the entire London police force, or maybe it was his carelessness when playing the violin, or maybe it was someone who was caught inadvertently when he was feeding the pigeons in the square The smile, or, from the beginning to the end, the word brother is quite ambiguous.

Carl... Carl...

What am I supposed to do with you?

All emotions finally turned into a sigh.

"Charles' birthday party?" Hearing the unexpected answer, Carl couldn't help being a little surprised, and said mockingly: "So, how do you introduce me to him? Sorry... I'm not in the mood to play with the young master .”

The natural refusal will never change for anyone, Karl Nesses, this person, what should he do with him?Willful and self-willed, innocent and cruel, like a murderer standing next to a dead body with a knife and smiling innocently.

After Vincent left, Carl buried himself in the fluffy sofa, and the feel of the fur made him want to drown in it.Don't think about tomorrow or the future, just live in the present moment.

Ah, when did you first meet Vincent?

Ten years ago, or earlier, at first, she only knew that this was London in the nineteenth century, and the aging queen was radiating residual heat on the throne, like the sun.However, even in a city as glorious as London, there are corners where the sun does not shine, and she was born in a certain dark corner.The woman who gave birth to her was cut open at the same time as he was born and died a miserable death. As for her name, no one in the world should remember it.At the age of three, she ran away from the town of boys who wanted to sell her to a circus, and she did everything in order to survive, from being terrified at the beginning to enjoying herself later.

She is like a dormant beast during the day, and a hunting bat at night. Every street in London is engraved in her mind, and life in a metropolis without reinforced concrete is as cruel as a meat grinder.She didn't know whether she was born as Wendy, who lived a happy life in a peaceful age, or Karl Nesses, who was born in a dirty London slum in the nineteenth century.Now, it doesn't matter who she is, it's just a game.She can't take this place as real like everyone else, even though she exists here.

"Karl Nesses?" The slender figure against the light, clean and spotless shoes, not even a speck of mud in the alleys full of mud puddles, the collar tie is meticulously tied, and the walking stick is made of good grease Under the well-maintained gentleman's hat that covered his eyes, his ruddy and beautiful lips did not have any curvature.

At that time, the distance between him and him was like a moat.

Carl took a newspaper and covered her face, where no one could see her, she smiled tremblingly.

What is he saying?oh……

"Karl Nesses?"

"I give you two options."

"I'll give you some money and find you a job in the colony."

"Second, this is the first and last time we will meet."

No name was announced, no trace of warmth. Vincent showed no mercy to this younger brother whom he met for the first time. No wonder, the gap between the two was too great. If it wasn't for the trace of family affection in human nature, he would know Karl Nesses After it existed, it was absurd to find him in person.

He took it for granted, although he didn't know his identity, but a gentleman who was clearly an upper class offered him a job, as long as he seized it, it was undoubtedly an opportunity to change his destiny.Smart people won't miss it, especially a boy like him who lives at the bottom, as long as there is a life-saving straw, he will hold on tightly and never let go.If... he was his brother, there was no way he could have chosen another option.

However, what did he say?

"Sir, what's your name?" The boy didn't look up, and the knife in his hand was moving dangerously between his fingers.

Vincent tensed the muscles on his face and announced his name, "Vincent, Phantomhive."

"Phantomhive? Phantomhive...Phantomhive..." The young man kept repeating his last name, as if he had discovered something incredible, and laughed in a low voice for a long while. The knife in his hand flew over and plunged into the wall behind him.

Vincent didn't know what he was laughing at, but felt that there was a beast hidden in that laughter.

"Sorry, Your Excellency, I'll choose the second one." She turned around without hesitation, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Since then, Vincent has not seen him for three years.But the face of the young man who caught a glimpse broke into his dream in many midnight dreams, or suppressed wild laughter, or hysterical sneer, or thin lips that were colder and sharper than the blade.The pale silhouette is like the never-fading ecstasy on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

The meeting again was at a dinner party between him and the London Mafia. That dinner party was fraught with danger, and if he was not careful, he would die without a whole body.He confronted the mafia leader several times, and finally angered the other party. He was seriously injured and escaped the siege, and fell down in a dirty alley after losing too much blood.Leaning against the mottled wall, panting violently, his lungs seemed to be torn by a sharp knife, his eyes were cloudy, and his soul was struggling to fly away from his body.

He heard footsteps, faintly discernible.

Green military boots.Washed white brown trousers, rolled trouser legs, slender waist, yellowed shirt, ribbed chest, sharp outline, sharp lips, and unfathomable blue pupils.There was sarcasm, banter, schadenfreude, but no pain.

He is enjoying his pain.

"Hey, are you dead?" He heard the man talking to himself, let him caress his face weakly, let him tear his delicate shirt, revealing the bloody wound, he lowered his head, Licking around his wound, the young man who was originally like the most beautiful rose petals turned out to be in a daze at this moment...

He remembered the creatures in the ancient legends of Europe, the vampires who had been coquettish for centuries, and thought that if they got immortality, it would be nothing if they lost the sun.The two are surprisingly similar.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and walked away.

"You won't die, so you don't need me to save you."

The boy's determined tone was like a spell.

Within a few breaths of the teenager disappearing, his men found him.He didn't know why the boy was so determined, and he didn't know what the boy didn't say, "The time of death is approaching, but not at this time."

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Master Charles Phantomhive's tenth birthday.

There have been many major events in history on this day, such as Mary I becoming Queen of Scots, Planck created quantum theory, Ireland was divided into two...etc, any day can be a great day if you look for it seriously .

Therefore, it is not surprising that something happened on the birthday of Master Charles.

"Oh, young master, it's snowing outside! This is the first snow this year, and you'll be lucky next year! Come on, let's blow out the candles!"

Vincent and Angelina sat together at a table decorated with pretty lilies, smiling as Charles puffed out his cheeks and blew out the candles.

Vincent couldn't remember how many times he looked at the door. Although the servant didn't report it, he didn't doubt that Karl would appear suddenly.Angelina held his hand under the table and whispered in his ear, "Are you waiting for someone? Have you been looking outside since just now?" After ten years of marriage, she is still as gentle as water.

"No, you think too much."

Although married for ten years, they should be the two closest people in the world, but he never told her everything about that person.

his brother.

It's as if he's a taboo that can't be brought up.

As the saying goes, after eliminating all the impossible, what remains, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth.

Any casual encounter is a premeditated accident.

The existence of that person is like a stick in her throat.

"Master, someone sent a letter from outside." Mr. Tanaka, the housekeeper, presented the letter to Vincent.It was a plain and crude envelope. The owner folded it with a piece of white paper. The material of the paper was very poor, completely different from the high-quality paper with patterns that Vincent used every day.

His heart beat faster, and he knew who sent it.

Although he couldn't wait, Vincent opened the envelope unhurriedly. There was nothing pasted on the seal. What was strange was that there was nothing inside?

"Mr. Tanaka, outside..."

The world suddenly stood still.

Charche Cake's hand was frozen in mid-air, his parents were cut off at the waist, and what was supposed to be a holy angel floating in mid-air turned into a god of death at this moment.

"I have come to cleanse the unclean."

The centuries-old mansion of Phantomhive was on fire, and the choking smoke made Charles dizzy. Lying on the burning carpet, he saw the angel put his parents into strange shapes...

Losing interest in the corpse, Yaxiu walked up to Charles, picked up the envelope that fell on the floor, and opened it along the trace, "Hmm...?"

Inside the envelope reads - GodCan'tSaveTheQueen

God can't save the queen.

"Oh~" Yaxiu looked at the line in surprise, "Who wrote it? It's really strange..."

He threw the letter into the sea of ​​fire, bent down and picked up Charles, "Master, I'll take you to an interesting place~"

Phantomhive's mansion burned overnight, and the fire engulfed Earl Phantomhive's family and temporarily swallowed the sins of the evil nobles.However, evil is like a weed, after the fire, it will only grow more frantically.