【Liai】The Blasphemer

1882.3.30London

The morning light at the end of March, through the attic window, fell on the paper and pen spread on the table.A young hand picked up the quill, dipped it in black ink, and began to write slowly.

dear father:

It's been almost half a year since you traveled, and it's been a few weeks since your last letter.I don't know how the journey was during this time?I wish you all the best.

This is the first birthday in the 22 years since I was born without you by my side.But I believe I'm already a fully independent adult and, well, a good detective in the future.I will go on, follow the teachings and do justice, and drive out all the darkness I can find, for Queen Victoria, for the Empire on which the sun never sets...

For you, and for Mother in Heaven.

With regard to the case brought up last time, I conducted a new covert investigation with reference to the suggestion in your letter.I have locked the target, and I am still lurking, and I will make some tentative actions in the next two days.I really want to thank Inspector Erwin for trusting me.

I heard the sound of carriages downstairs, it must be Armin and Mikasha coming, then, stop writing for now.

The letter paper was folded and put in the drawer. Alan Yeager stood up and straightened his tie and brown forehead hair in front of the bronze mirror hanging on the wall.When he came downstairs, two close friends were chatting about something.

Mikasha wore a new skirt today, with a high waist, lamb leg sleeves, and a wrinkled vermilion skirt that accentuated her temperament even more.Judging from Almin's riding outfit, he also dressed up a little.

"It's just a meal, you don't have to..."

Armin laughed, "Don't tell me, let that guy like to make the party like this."

"Oh yes, to my respected Master Kirchstein."

Allen also leaned over and saluted, and the three of them laughed together.

I don't know who came up with the idea of ​​celebrating Allen's birthday, and the three got into the carriage and headed to Kirchstein's big house.Allen himself didn't want to hold such a huge party, not to mention that he still has a task today.But speaking, since graduation, these friends of the same age haven't had a good time together, so it's not bad to take this opportunity to relax for an afternoon.

"How about the murder case?"

Mikasha asked, and Armin also looked at him.

"Ah, there are no breakthroughs, and there are too many doubts. Detective Erwin will probably ask me to contact some key people today."

"Alan, no matter what." Mikasha pinched his cuff, and she stared straight at her, her gaze was so firm that it could not be denied.This is a habit she has had since childhood, "No matter what, your own life is the most important, promise me."

He hummed, and Armin glanced at him, but didn't speak.

This is something that cannot be guaranteed, since he chose this path, they both know each other well.

The carriage speeds through the street, the glorious Victorian era, with the hand holding the rein, the red lips kissing the wine glass, and the black leather diary burned where Alan Yeager could not see.The London fog is filled with the excitement and arrogance of territorial expansion and the rapid advancement of human civilization, but also with other things brewing, not only crime and poverty.No one is paying attention to what is going to happen, everyone is going on their own way.

After a long, long time, will you still remember the date of this day?

There is also that mysterious and ancient black and white silent film that breathes deeply behind the light.

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It was dusk when Allen received the news from Inspector Erwin.After eating a lot at noon, Allen felt that he had enough energy, and the waltz music and talking and laughing around his ears made him feel a little relaxed.

The two did not make an appointment to meet at the Metropolitan Police Station, and Erwin summoned Allen to come to Westminster Abbey.Of course, for Allen, it's the same wherever he goes to exchange information. He is happy to run around the streets of London. As long as any search is meaningful, it will enrich his heart.He didn't know this about him—the kind of youthfulness that never tires, the passion to find out the truth, that's what Erwin values.

At the same time, it also made the other party slightly worried.

Allen is not good at thinking about these complicated things, he sat in the carriage and closed his eyes.The Big Ben in the distance struck the time at six o'clock, the dark water of the Thames River slowly moved forward, and Westminster Abbey covered half of the moon in the dark night sky with fluids that were not known to be smog or clouds.

Who doesn't know how many kings Westminster has crowned and witnessed how many glorious sacrifices.Westminster Abbey, which is dominated by gray, is topped by a spire inlaid with stained glass.Standing in front of the church and looking at the building, Allen couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere, as if there was a dark gray vortex in the middle of the road he was about to embark on next, and he had to be cautious and pious with every step, otherwise he would accidentally Overwhelmed by undercurrents.

The sound of footsteps from far to near brought Allen back to his senses. He thought he would see Erwin, so he shifted his gaze to the corridor on the right, and a woman in a long black dress came towards him.The black top hat was gracefully tilted to one side, her short and medium-blond hair was pinned behind her ears, and the darkness of night did not fall on her snow-white face at all.A crow flapped its wings and flew over the heads of the two of them. She just raised her eyes, saw the person in front of her and smiled slightly.

"Officer Yeager, good evening."

Pinch the corner of the skirt, bend your knees, lean over, say hello, perfect etiquette.

"Good evening, may I ask who you are?"

"We will meet again. It is better for you not to keep the inspector inside waiting too long."

Allen didn't remember knowing such a woman, and he didn't know what it meant to meet again. In short, the person she said should be Erwin.Allen put away his doubtful eyes, nodded politely, and walked deep into the church.

Ordinary people would not come to this kind of place to pray. Allen looked at the light and shadow flowing under the vaulted roof. The cross and Jesus in front of him were frozen there in an eternal posture. Someone in the dark was examining everything.Allen walked lightly, walked to the man in the dark brown coat and sat down.

"Inspector Erwin."

"Alan, do you believe that the light of God can finally suppress all darkness?"

It was such a question that made people a little confused, and Allen was taken aback for a moment.The man next to him was still the same, usually a gentle and strict gentleman, but now he was still smiling, but there was more hesitation and helplessness in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

He said: "I believe that God is watching and guiding people to drive out the darkness."

"People. People like you?"

"I'll try."

Erwin straightened himself up, and took out a small piece of brown paper from his pocket.

"This is the gentleman's address. I have already said hello. You can visit tonight."

"Huh? Tonight? Will it be too hasty—"

"No. I mean . . . the gentleman prefers night to day."

"What a strange preference."

Allen muttered something, and Erwin chuckled, "He has a lot of strange hobbies."

"Listen to you...is he an acquaintance of yours?"

"Have known each other for a while. So, Alan—"

Erwin handed over the paper, and Allen reached out to take it, but the former did not let go.Allen looked at the man suspiciously, but found that he had already put away his smile, and there was nothing left, as if he hadn't smiled at all just now.

"One last question for you."

"Ok?"

"No matter what, you will stand on the side of the light, won't you be confused?"

The answer is certainly yes.

Allen squeezed the folded paper in his hand, and went back to the noisy street at night again.

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Alan Yeager got out of the carriage for the third time today, and the grade of the residential area in front of him clearly indicated the status of the owner.The young man adjusted his suit, walked to the door, and knocked on the door.But after a long time, no one responded.

"Didn't you say hello?"

He took a few steps back, and through the frosted glass, he could only see the faint light of the second floor.After checking the address again, he sighed and leaned against the street lamp to wait.

It seemed that some bird had landed on the top of the street lamp. Allen raised his head, and the shadow of a bat flashed in his green pupils.The light fell on his face, illuminating the slightly puzzled expression on his handsome face.He didn't think much, just stood quietly, and began to think about the case he was taking over, all the doubts, all the most difficult investigation links seemed to be unable to avoid the gentleman he was going to visit now.

can do it.Allen is cheering himself up, clearing away the fog, that's where the truth lies.

God bless, he is such a simple, determined, and confident young man.

But if, what you see - is what he wants you to see.

A faint smell in the air interrupted his thinking, which he was forced to memorize, the smell of iron ions floated.

It was blood, and Allen immediately became alert.

There was only a dark alley in front of him, and the light of the street lamps was swallowed by the darkness within less than three meters.His heart began to beat violently, and for some reason, all the nerves in his body were alerting.

As he walked slowly to the end of the place where the light had reached, someone spoke.

"Alan Yeager."

He is in the light, he is in the dark.All Allen could see clearly was a snow-white scarf.

The man took a step forward, and he subconsciously took a step back.Only then did he see clearly, dark black forehead hair, dark eyes, and slightly pale and handsome face.He stared at him blankly.

"Don't be nervous, there is nothing unusual here."

So the tension in the whole body disappeared, and Allen was obsessed with looking at those eyes, without noticing any changes in his emotions.Obviously there is such a gap, as if... the heartbeat missed a beat, and the soul was pulled away for a moment.

"you……"

"You can call me Levi."