【Liai】The Blasphemer

The man held a goblet in an elegant posture. He stood in the corner like a mature and reserved nobleman.The polite greeting didn't catch his attention, and the female companion in the red dress looked very enthusiastic, but he remained calm.

It's a bit strange, the one who wants to get his attention like this should obviously be himself as a stranger.

Allen tied a bow tie around his neck and glanced at him quietly.

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"You should know that the scene in the witch's foreseeing dream will definitely happen, whether it is foreseen or not. From this perspective, the foreseen is more destined than the unknown, I mean... Levi, your wine glass is fast." Broken."

Hanji lowered her head, she was slightly taller than Levi, her rarely let down hair covered her mouth, it seemed to outsiders that they were whispering gently, but in fact she was saying something terrible.Levi's face was not very good-looking, he couldn't help pausing his fingers with excessive force, and slowly put the wine glass back on the dining table.

"Recount what you saw in detail, Hanji."

"A very wet road, a young man lying in a pool of blood, a brown-red bowtie under a street lamp, and then, you are right next to him."

Hanji looks at Levi, obviously trying to keep his eyes on Yeager, but not trying to make his expression look less scary.

"Are you sure you're dead?"

"Judging by the amount of bleeding, it is indeed fatal."

She's just stating facts.Seriously, Hanji wouldn't go out of his way to upset the natural balance from ancient times to the present, neither would most witches.She was here purely because she didn't want her foreign friend to get into any trouble. After having that prophetic dream, a series of ominous premonitions followed, which made people have to pay attention.

"How important is it?"

"what."

"Alan Yeager."

Levi ignored this question, he was silent for a moment, tugged his white scarf left and right, and walked directly to the group of Scotland Yard guys.Han Ji was startled, and hurried to follow, but found that Levi's expression was very calm.

"Thank God, I thought the devil was going to lose his temper."

"Didn't die by my hands, but someone inexplicably took his life? Are you kidding me?"

Levi's words are more like talking to himself.

At first he did lose his composure, although it was only a few seconds, but it was not a good sign.But now he has adjusted quickly, if he can't change it, he won't change it...

Perhaps he can deceive the eyes of God.

Allen was standing on the fringes of the group, and it looked like he was out of the conversation.However, the time for him to be alone was very short. Several celebrities walked up to him and pinched the corners of their skirts to say hello to him, and he smiled politely and gently.Levi frowned at this scene, and this series of details fell into Hanji's eyes.

She could now be sure that her trip to London had been absolutely right, and that a great show was about to take place.

Hanji began to care about the existence of Alan Yeager, after she had been isolated from the world for nearly half a century facing the test bench.She cared about him, not because of anything else, but because he actually made Levi more of a "human" than a cold-faced "ghost" abandoned by the gods.

Erwin, who didn't pay attention to the wine glass and the conversation, soon found Levi and Hanji walking towards him.He saw Levi's lips move...it was easy to pick out the other's lips after all these years together, it seemed like a simple word.Levi looks eager, repeating the two syllables until Erwin says it himself.

Allen, he was calling Allen's name.

Erwin looked suspiciously at the young man who was only four meters away from him, who was talking to the youngest daughter of the Fortes family.Feeling his gaze, Allen smiled at him, indicating that everything is fine here.

everything fine?

It began to drizzle in London at some point, and a thick fog spread along the smoky gray road bricks.Slender water marks appeared on the window, and the dense raindrops couldn't be really caught without paying close attention.This seems to be a scene in someone's dream. The picture scroll of reality is put away, and the phantom fog hangs on the distant river, as if covering a mighty momentum. .

In case the world isn't real...or have you never seen the real thing?

Lord close your eyes and bats and waves appear in your dreams.

When the maid's scream sounded, a dance song had just ended, and the horrified and sharp female voice was so clearly heard by everyone in the short gap.Allen reacted as quickly as possible and ran towards the source of the sound.There were already people discussing in the corridor, but fortunately, the daughters in long skirts did not dare to approach the concealed door. Bad things always coexist with discussion and fear, and often the latter will overshadow the former.Allen ran to the end of the corridor, just bumping into the crying maid who ran out of the tea room.

"Are you okay? Was it you who screamed just now?"

When asked such a question, the panic-stricken maid raised her pale face and struggled for a long time but couldn't speak a complete sentence smoothly.Allen looked over her trembling shoulders and saw a large bloodstain on the carpet and a hand hanging behind the chair.

Passers-by without umbrellas tightened their collars and quickly walked across the street corner. On nights when no one wanted to stay outside, night passers-by in black stood in the middle of the empty street, looking at the bright stained glass windows.The figure with tightly locked eyes was standing by the window, imagining the expression of that person—angry, confused, completely unclear about the future.The blocked scene, the cigarette butts after the fidgety stride, the white lies, and the waltz played again, time moved forward slowly as designed.

As if sensing someone's gaze, Allen looked out the window.A crow flapped its wings slowly on the street lamp. On the dark and wet street, there was no one there.

"Damn it, this is a ball in Her Majesty's name!! Who would dare to be so presumptuous!"

"Everyone present checked the list one by one when they entered the venue. Those who can stand here are all celebrities. Why did they kill an unknown maid? Sir Steve, Inspector Erwin, what should this matter be like? report?"

"..."

"Of course it's best to deal with it coldly! Is the evidence collection over? Erwin, tell your people to act quickly."

The middle-aged man who was called the officer frowned, and his words were filled with inexplicable anger.The seniors of Scotland Yard were obviously very angry at this unsightly murder. At this special time and place, it can be said that their authority was ignored with cold eyes, and they received a mocking provocation.

Most people here are probably secretly glad that the murder case did not happen to any high-class people - the value of the same "life", whether it is eye-catching or not is being weighed coldly at this time.

The young deceased, a maid in a ballroom, had died of a severed artery in her neck.The blood that was still warm flowed down the neck, and the white lace neckline was dyed red.This life is like the flowers on the lace edge of her sleeves, before they are old and withered, they stop forever at this moment of being dyed red.From her expression, it can be seen that she did not experience any struggle before her death. The woman's face was calm and her eyes were slightly opened, as if she was ready to go to the other side of the dreamland of comfort.

Allen, who didn't show much emotion on the surface, stood quietly waiting for instructions after doing what he was supposed to do.If you lose control when you see blood, you are definitely not a qualified policeman.He remembered that when he first took office, his eyes were red at the scene of the murder, and he also had nausea and vomiting, but only under self-control can he maintain a clear mind, which is what his father Grisha has always taught him.He's trying, like now, to think calmly, even though he's clueless.Allen squeezed his brown-red bow tie. To be honest, a fully buttoned neckline always gives the illusion of shortness of breath.

"Alan, come here."

Erwin opened the door and signaled the two to take a step to talk. Allen followed closely and left the room with a particularly strong sense of suffocation. The melodious sound of the violin on the dance floor not far away became a little clearer.He thought that he had some work to do, so he cheered up and was ready to wait for orders, and even prepared to stay up all night, but unexpectedly, Erwin patted him on the shoulder and said lightly:

"Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest today."

"Huh? Go back to—"

"My friend, Ms. Zoe, proposed to take you back on the way, so don't make people wait too long?"

Our Detective Yeager, who was ignorant of certain things, accepted the eviction order inexplicably. From the corner of his eye, he saw the lady in the red dress waiting for him with a smile at the entrance of the venue, and beside her The gentleman who doesn't look good at talking.

"Then I'll go to the bathroom and I'll be right back."

Respect is worse than obedience.In Allen's memory, he has never violated Inspector Irwin's orders, and believing in his deduction and execution has always been a necessary condition for ultimate success, even if Erwin's thoughts are really jumping sometimes.

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"Excuse me, is this Mr. Yeager?"

Cold water is an excellent sober agent. Allen is wiping his face that has been simply rinsed with a tissue. There is already a maid waiting at the door of the bathroom. When he comes out, he greets him with such questions.

"This is a gentleman who just came from the meeting room and asked me to pass it to you." The maid then said, and presented a slender cowhide envelope with both hands.

Allen nodded with doubts, and the maid left.He weighed the envelope, there must be something else in it than the paper, because it felt a bit heavy.There is also a regular wax seal on the envelope, which is a pattern that has never been seen before.Allen tried his best to search for the red seal of the bat pattern in his mind, but to no avail.

Maybe it was for my father?He stared at the strange pattern, and still opened the envelope out of curiosity, the petals of the purple mandala fell on the tip of his shoe, the silver dagger was wrapped in the petals, and the blood was still wet.

It's like the seeds of poppy were planted by an invisible hand in the soil you depend on for food. The hour of flowering is sunny and sunny, without notice and without sound.When the poison breaks out, the devil's footsteps are accompanied by the rhythm of the drum in your heart, and the numbness steadily overflows your chest, strangling your breath, and you think it's an illusion, a hallucination——

"Yager."

Allen turned his head stiffly, and saw Levi staring at him.There was more emotion in the man's pupils than it should have been after just passing by a few times. He stood in the middle of the corridor, and he was the only one in his eyes.Time is as fast and slow as the heartbeat, and time and space are distorted for an instant.You thought it was an illusion, a hallucination, a nightmare where you would no longer suffer after your eyes darkened.

Fortunately, someone will remind you that even if the future has been immersed in the poisonous fog, you must bravely open your eyes.