[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

Qiao Xi doesn't like this world.

But she is used to enjoying life.

She is not short of money, Sanfister's savings have been enough for her to spend for a long time, and all the banks in this world are her ATMs——

So the life she likes can be described in four words - luxury and high-end.

And this kind of life is indispensable for night, expensive, and wine.

Among all the wines, Qiao Xi loves whiskey.

Compared with the delicate and warm Hennessy, the round and rich Martell, and the rich and mellow Johnnie Walker, she likes Chivas Regal.

Not because of how intoxicating the taste of Chivas Regal is, but because Chivas Regal has a wine that she especially likes now.

--Royal Salute.

its name.

This Scotch wine has a deep, luscious, full-bodied, and intoxicating enjoyment, just like the sound of salutes on the news at the moment gave Qiao Xi the feeling.

"boom!"

Qiao Xi read softly.

At that moment, the celebration scene on TV was instantly covered in blood red.

In the roar of the royal salute, there is flying flesh and blood flying all over the sky.

It's all over the place.

The red one is like the wine in her hand at the moment.

Endless aftertaste.

"d."

she says.

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Qiao Xi looked at the boy in front of him with a smile on his face.

She sat quietly on the rocking chair with a serious expression on her face, while Sid was babbling alone, but Qiao Xi was always listening attentively, as if she was a devout member of the church, and Sid was A persuasive priest.

Sid likes to tell Qiao Xi what's on his mind. There are many thoughts buried in his heart in this world that confuses him, is strange, but he loves it, and Qiao Xi is the only one who is willing to listen to him.

She never showed any bored expression.

Of course he didn't know that Jehovah would never hate his followers.

Sid complained about Rodel's dictatorship in a low voice, and then said that he introduced himself to Police Officer Lestrade today, with a touch of pride in his tone and the elation of a young man showing off his small achievements to the girl he has a crush on. After all, what he has always been good at is site investigation and data recording, and the police officer agreed to his request.

Probably because he was a little embarrassed to occupy the other party for so long, Sid thought about it and decided to reveal some innocuous information to Qiao Xi.

As a novel anecdote.

"It's unbelievable! It's like a terrible coincidence!" said the young police officer.

The prince's banquet a day ago was supposed to be a day of celebration, but no one would have thought that such a thing would happen.

Bloody corpses were everywhere.

Arno Spipol, the flamboyant nobleman, died, at the prince's birthday party.

Spippel is proficient in business transactions, and as the only and the best heir of the Spippel family relative to previous generations, even if he is indeed romantic and has a bad reputation, not many members of the board of directors can blame him. After all, he brought His outstanding performance can already become his willful qualification and capital.

But it's nothing more than being romantic. What's outrageous is that he also has a unique hobby, which is abuse.

He especially likes to watch boys and girls beg for mercy in front of him, and then he slowly splits their bodies with a knife, first the legs, so that they can't escape, then the hands, so that they can't struggle, and finally replace them with a knife , breaking their bodies apart little by little.

If they wailed in pain, the interrupted "game" Spippel would pour potion to silence them; I can only feel the pain little by little, and lose my body little by little.

He just likes to see the other party dare to be angry but dare not speak up, the way they can't live but can't die.

It gave him a sense of accomplishment.

After all he can't get them.

Because he is an ed.

Only in this way can he obtain short-term happiness.

However, his collection of beautiful girls and boys did not attract much attention. On the one hand, he was generous and did not hesitate to handle the follow-up work for the other party. On the other hand, he was cautious and low-key, never messing with people he could not afford.

So even though he's been a tyrant for so long, he's still Arno Spippel.

And this time, he was going to a black market auction in London.

Recently, for unknown reasons, he has been unable to get any good items. When he was troubled, he suddenly received an invitation card from here, and learned that the finale there was a very charming product.

Attached is a photo.

It was a young man with an amorous expression in his brows and eyes.

He may not be handsome, but he wins in his manner.

Such a person, just thinking about it, can't help but buy him, and then wantonly ravish, look at his gradually flushed face, gradually dead eyes, watch his white and flawless body become messy and broken, that For a moment, Spippel seemed to feel the meaning of his existence.

To destroy and destroy.

He enjoys this feeling.

It is precisely because of his wantonness and tyranny that there are many people who want to kill him in this world, those who claim to be righteous, and whose children are molested by him, if he stands on the street unabashedly and reveals that he is Arno Spippel, then probably the whole of London could rush up with knives in their hands.

So he has always been extremely cautious.

But this time, his experts had arranged the route in advance, and the pilot was trained by him with a high level. This was a foolproof visit, but he never expected that he would die in such a ridiculous way.

It wasn't a crash, it was a skydive.

The salute uses live ammunition.

Spippel landed just within range of the shell's explosion.

Or rather, the distance he was in was just enough to shatter his body.

Perfect coincidence.

And after that deafening sound, there was a scene of flesh and blood floating in the air like rain flowers.

What kind of dangerous situation can make a person like Spippel make a choice like skydiving?

It could only be that something more dangerous than skydiving occurred while on the plane.

But for what reason, no one knows.

More precisely, not yet.

The pilot has been brought back to the bureau, and no useful information has been obtained from interrogation so far.

His voice was trembling all the time, as if frightened.

In fact, not only him, but all the officials who were watching the TV audience were also frightened to varying degrees, such as terrorist attacks, acts of revenge, intimidation and blackmail. It's just a gimmick to attract attention.

And more people are more willing to believe that this is an incredible coincidence.

The shell exploded in the air, and Spippel, who landed next to the shell, if this is a crime, then what did the murderer use to kill Arno?

This is an unsolvable answer.

For these incompetent cops.

As for Qiao Xi, it had been a long time since she had set up such a complicated trap.

Fortunately, the result was what she expected.

"Hello?" Sid suddenly picked up the phone, and his face darkened after a few words, "Okay, I see, I'll be right over."

"I'm sorry, I might have to go." There was guilt and regret in his voice, as if he felt very heartbroken for this miss.

And Qiao Xi smiled and said hello to him as farewell.

Sid ran out in a hurry. From Qiao Xi's perspective, all he could see was Sid's turned-up collar, which seemed to be dripping with sweat, and there was an arc of light that was so faint that it was almost invisible.

At the same time, the deep voice of the police officer came from the earphone——

"We found a photo at the scene, which should have been accidentally dropped when he was parachuting. It may have been blown into the eaves due to the time difference of the landing and the wind. Fortunately, we had a little sunspot, so we didn't miss it. "

Xiao Heizi is the magic dog in the bureau, and his smell is "superb".

"And the one in that photo—the person who looks so charming is—"

He paused, "Moriarty."