Chapter 1079: Fog Demon (1)

Twenty-third face
Fog demon
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The entire city is shrouded in panic.
At night, even the carriage did not dare to go to the streets. On both sides of the smooth gravel road, it was a brightly lit dwelling.
The tower of the castle in the distance stood tall, even in the dark alleys of the city, the mine car was also thrown aside, no one dared to go out in the middle of the night, for fear of encounters.
In a dark alley.
The blood flowed to the ground, and the deceased lay on the ground. The empty eyelids looked terrible, and the eyes rolled freely alongside, and there was still blood and flesh.
Next to him was a teenager, a golden hair, a white face, pure blue eyes flashing a slightly pleasant light. The silver knife in his hand was handed under the nose of the nose, and the taste of the blood made the blue in the juvenile squat deeper and the lips rose.
Outside the alley, the light of the street lamp is slightly refracted into the eyes of the teenager. The pure blue flashes like a blue gem with deep colors. The face of the white pheasant is almost pale, with a morbid feeling, and the blush lip is slim. Sexy. The scarlet tongue licked the thin lips, and he raised his hand and forced the silver knife into the heart of the deceased.
The tip of the knife pierced into the heart, and the sudden surge of blood splashed on the teenager's white face, and the blue eyes were slightly reddened. He seemed to be more happier and continued to force, and the blade penetrated the sternum a little bit and was completely inserted.
"Good." He whispered.
The exotic sounds, a little bit sly, like the gentle whisper of the choir, but cruel and bloody.
The shank was outside the chest of the deceased, but the blade was completely immersed in the body. Qianzel licked his lips like a piece of art, leaning slightly, and the long, pale fingers gently bounced the shank, but pierced the body deeply. The knife in it does not move. He smiled softly.
Pure blue eyes squinted at the dead on the ground, but it seemed to be watching a toy. The light didn't even stay for a second. He looked away and turned away.
Before the figure merged into the night, the scarlet lips showed a smile of excitement and unclearness.
......
Its daybreak.
"It’s dead again!"
With a horrified scream, countless people poured out, and the sights touched the unrecognizable, deadly corpse, and the timid people fainted on the spot, and the rest of the people were pale, and some people spit on the wall. The rest of the people are also very poor.
"The second one this month..."
"Yeah, the old man in the detective agency, when can I solve the case?"
"Is this not the owner of that pub..."
People talked about it, the owner of the pub set aside the crowd, and only looked at the dead on the ground, and the two eyes fainted.
Then, a small old man opened the crowd, took a girl into the crowd, and looked at the dead on the ground. He hurriedly closed his eyes and prayed silently before he opened his eyes and gestured to the girl behind him. Record the time."
The girl was wearing a muslin dress and glanced at him. She took out the pen and paper from the carry-on bag and bowed down and carefully recorded the time: "Morning."
The old detective didn't pay attention to what she remembered and looked down at the dead.
Someone asked: "Old Jack, you caught the people for a few months, is there any clue?"
Old Jack habitually took a pipe, his brows locked and looked at the people on the ground, ignored the person next to him, and said to himself: "The last dead person had nose and mouth bleeding, the flesh was separated, this is the eyeball... ...the knife is silver, the murderer likes silverware?"