[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

Throne means solitude, pride, power.

Therefore, there can only be one king on the throne.

——Comment on the inevitable battle for the throne between Qiao Xi and Mo Niang

No one is born to love solitude.

The same goes for Qiao Xi.

But she was born alone.

So she is used to being alone.

Because she is different from others.

Many people may not be able to touch the esoteric knowledge at the edge of their lives, but for her it is as simple as drinking water and eating.Back when her peers were still reading "Andersen's Fairy Tales" and "Grimm's Fairy Tales", Qiao Xi's world was already full of time paradox, Hawthorne effect, gravitational collapse and other theories.

So she is bored.

She is used to looking down to see the world.

She is the lonely god on the throne, and she likes to have her shrine filled with fear.These fears are like thorns in the flesh, with the bright red joy in the pain.

And God forbids offense.

any method.

The newspaper in her hand slowly fell on the coffee table.

Above that was the enlarged profile of Kimms Moriarty.

The case of the century?

Qiao Xi sneered.

If so.

She hates this man.

In this person, she felt a little bit of the same kind.

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Mr. Boyett's case was finally closed with the result of the leakage.

The police didn't want to release anything that was enough to cause panic.

It's just that Mr. Boyett's body was found in the rental house at midnight, but it was finally attributed to the circuit. This kind of handling, no matter how you look at it, is sloppy.

Probably because his previous reputation was too good, so the final result inevitably aroused everyone's dissatisfaction and even public indignation. As a last resort, the police had to release some photos of the corpses.

All children.

No head.

The latest missing child is a little girl. She looks like four or five years old. She always has dimples when she smiles. She is shallow and cute. In the photo, she is still wearing the little red dress she wore when she disappeared, with her hands folded on her chest. If it weren't for her empty neck, she might really think she was sleeping peacefully.

She was carefully placed in the cradle, her skin was clean and fair, and it could be seen that she was well cared for.

And each of these corpses is like this.

They are loved.

Full of, deep love.

So they die.

【I love you all so I want you to be one with me】

【Your thoughts will coexist with me】

This is probably what Bayett had in mind.

And when the police thoroughly investigated Boyett's resume, they were surprised to find that Boyett was not his name, and his real name was Just.

The real bearer of the name Bayett is his grandson.

It's just this child who died many years ago.

When he was playing with his companions, he was accidentally injured. Because the treatment was not timely, he finally failed to escape the call of death.

That year, he was only five years old.

And the parents of his playmate came to the door every day from that day on, apologizing constantly, saying that they would end it privately. After all, their family was rich in assets and had a high status, and their family business was left to their children, so they didn't care about it. I hope my child will leave such a stain.

He was just a kid after all.

[Then can my Payette be measured by money?He is my most important, most important baby. 】

Jester's eyes filled with tears, and he wanted to say it, but he couldn't.

Because they didn't want Bayette's posthumous life to be disturbed, and the other party's family property was really huge, in the end, they agreed to go private.

Then the child's eyes gradually changed.

From the face full of apology at the beginning, to the boredom in the eyes later.

[It's Bayette who wants to play with me, he deserves his death. 】

These were the words left by the boy during his last visit.

From that moment on, Janstor's mind splits, sometimes playing Boyett and sometimes Janstor again.

He fantasizes that he is his grandson, Payette, and his ideal grandson is a gentle and gentle person, so he treats things gently like a gentleman.

He felt that his grandson should have many playmates, so he caught those children, but whenever those cute children stood in front of him, he would feel in a trance that the frightened face in front of him was always the same as that of many years. Inexplicably, the child with the irritable face in front of him coincided.

So he kills them.

Like he killed that kid many years ago.

Their desperate, painful, and struggling screams are like the most moving movement in the world.

Their yearning, resisting, and lonely eyes are like the most seductive flowers in the world.

Whenever he is sober, he will regret what he has done, and he will continue to wash his hands in an attempt to wash away the sins of contamination.

Useful or not.

He loves making desserts.

Because dessert is his grandson Payette's favorite food.

For Just, what he makes is not dessert, but memory.

day to day.

Although it hurts, I can't bear to forget it.

until the last moment.

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For Qiao Xi, the owner of the flower shop, probably the only direct consequence of the death of the dessert shop owner is that she has a regular customer in her shop - the little police officer Cedric.

In the words of his superior, he was more serious and punctual when he came here than clocking in at work, as if he regarded visiting Qiao Xi as his main occupation.

And every day after work, he would come to Qiao Xi's shop to buy a margarita or a white hyacinth, and he would not take it away. If there were more customers that day, he would stand in the corner and stare at Qiao Xi stupidly. , if the other party looked back at him suddenly, he would subconsciously turn his head to look in another direction, and then his wheat-colored face would slowly turn red, little by little, until it reached his neck.

His eyes were clean and penetrating, and that little thought could not be concealed at all.

When the business is not busy, Qiao Xi will chat with him a few words, he is a shy big boy, he doesn't need to hint at all, he will give his information completely.

Single-parent family, mother died young, she was a policeman before her death, and Sid would be a policeman, probably because of her influence.

He has a handsome face but feels feminine, and he must have inferiority complex deep in his heart.

Although he is a policeman and often takes over some horrific homicide cases, in fact, he is just like a background board at the scene.

He is an outsider.

He is useless.

He must feel so.

How wonderful would it be if such a person could catalyze the darkness in his heart?

Qiao Xi laughed, that smile was clean and pure, like a child's.

She listened attentively to Sid's complaints, without a trace of boredom.

Like a mother.

Sid was talking about the Moriarty case in recent days.

Seeing that Qiao Xi didn't seem very interested, he talked about his chief, Rogers.

Rutgers is one of the heads of the local police department. Unlike Officer Lestrade, Rutgers is responsible for more non-homicide cases.

It's just that Sid's words were vague and mostly dissatisfied.

According to Sid's soft temper, he has such an attitude, which already shows the extent of his dissatisfaction with this person.

In fact, Rogers is a jealous person, and he has made things difficult for Sid more than once.

It's just that he is the chief, so Sid can neither oppose the other party's arrangement, nor can he express his dissatisfaction openly.

"It doesn't matter." Qiao Xi patted Sid reassuringly, "I believe that you are the best, and you can do better than him."

So don't let me down.

Sid froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Is the hopeful encouragement of the girl you have a crush on enough for you to work hard?

Slowly darken it.

I long to see your low self-esteem deepen into resentment.

so beautiful.

As for Moriarty?

He should like my gift.

Qiao Xi pursed her lips, with a slight smile on her lips, wearing a white dress, like Archangel Gabriel.

Clean and innocent.