【Liai】The Blasphemer

There is always a smell in the rain at night in London.

It is drowsy but sometimes cools my heart, mysterious, full of temptation and silent melancholy.

Yeager, who will continue to set foot on foreign lands many years later, is breathing the air here deeply at this moment.The damp rain mist filled his lungs and spilled into his blood.Even if he didn't deliberately remember it, after a long time in the future has baptized his memory and washed away all the edges and corners of his heart, he still remembers the rain, remembers the blurred boundaries between good and evil from now on, and remembers being stained with ink or blood white shirt, remembering that he will defend the devil.

Here at the beginning and at the end, because someone's name was called, because it became a kind of salvation, it is forever irreplaceable.

1882.4.4London

"Yager."

Allen turned his head stiffly, and saw Levi staring at him.He turned around quickly almost subconsciously, turned his back to him, pressed the envelope in his hand to his chest, and the momentary dizziness made him almost lose his footing.

What he didn't know was that his violent heartbeat and very unnatural breathing had clearly fallen into the eardrums of the person behind him.The senses ten times higher than that of human beings conveyed to Levi the fear, anger and some unspeakable emotions that Alan gradually enlarged but was desperately restrained.

"Sorry, Mr. Levy. I have some urgent business to leave alone. Please be sure to convey my apology to Ms. Zoye and Inspector Erwin. Good night."

He turned around, bowed to Levi with his hands behind his waist, and forced a smile, before the man could respond, he had disappeared from his sight.

At that moment Levi didn't catch up immediately, he didn't know that this was the most critical one of his very few hesitations in a long time.His hesitation and his dazed mind only stem from a name, from the sentence read by Yeager who should have forgotten him, Levi.

He was overwhelmed by a strong sense of sight for a moment. In the blurred vision, a little boy blinked his beautiful green eyes and held his father's hand next to him. "Levi?" He tilted his head and asked slowly, " Brother, is that your name?"

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Allen, with his Scotland Yard ID, easily passed through the main entrance of the meeting place. The police officer on duty probably thought that this hurried detective was going to run around for the case again.God bless, he doesn't know where he should go at this moment, his thoughts are a little disconnected.What was he thinking before meeting Levi?

"This is a gentleman who just came from the venue and asked me to pass it on to you."

Venue mouth.

Allen squeezed the envelope in his hand, and scanned the intersection in front of him intently.There were so many things to think about, countless possibilities twirling and balling up in his head like thin threads, jumping to his temples and hurting.Does this dagger that was handed over to him have anything to do with tonight's murder?The other party's identity, purpose?Also, why yourself?

He stood in the middle of the road, and there were already many carriages parked on the side of the street waiting for the owner to return.Drivers in twos and threes wearing khaki coats gathered together, lit cigarettes, and boasted endlessly.The wet ground reflects the halo of street lamps, and because of the rain, there is a sense of floating light on the walls of all buildings.All of this, whether it was the black sky, the cold air, the rain falling on his face, the laughter of the coachmen around him, the whispers of the police officers on duty, the faint sound of the violin in the venue, all of these made him feel bad.His senses were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and his pupils became more and more out of focus.

A white mist appeared in front of Allen's eyes, so chaotic that he hallucinated.It took him a few seconds to realize that it was just the hot air exhaled from his mouth.After the white mist dissipated, a person appeared at the farthest point of sight.A night walker dressed in black stood in the middle of the suddenly empty street.He took off his top hat, bowed slightly to him, and completed an elegant yet dangerous invitation.

"There is poison in the wine."

Levi leaned against the wall of the cloister, his increasingly pale complexion seemed particularly abrupt among the rosy-faced people passing by.Just uttering these words seemed to take a lot of effort. The man frowned, and the fine blood vessels on his forehead stood out and were quickly suppressed.

Erwin's expression is very rich, if it were normal, Levi really wanted to make a bad joke with this expression.Our candid Mr. Smith, for example, must have had anxieties that cannot be summed up in a few sentences.

"I know what you're going to say, tell me where Hanji is first."

"I know what you're going to ask, so drink this first." Han Ji appeared just in time to be called, dragging a glass full of red wine in his hand, saying that it was red wine, and the looming taste of iron ions was enough Sweet to the point of nausea.Erwin turned his back, the dance had already started to end.

"How much did you drink? I mean, champagne at the dance."

"Two or three bites."

"Can two or three bites make this happen?"

"Shut up, Erwin. There's verbena and wolfsbane in that drink."

"You can also control the timing of the attack so delicately, tsk, crime with a high IQ."

"Hanji, I don't think there's time to praise your future subject."

It seems that these three people haven't been together for a long time to shoot each other like this. The difference is that there is no joke message in the words. You must know that this is the worst moment, and Levi is recovering from the poison After that, his face became more and more ugly.

"Alan, he will be more serious than me."

"Alan? Aren't verbena and wolfsbane useless to humans?"

"It's true... Ordinary people take a small amount of verbena and chamaejasma at best as a symptom of drunkenness, but what about Levi's blood in Alan's body? Humans, blood clans, wolf clans, verbena in the wild of nature, four forces If they collide." Han Ji speculated like this, as always, so accurate that it made people speechless.

The two looked at Levi again, and their eyes could only fall on the colored ink of the mural.

The man is no longer here.

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That person always disappeared when I was about to catch up. I don't know if he would move in an instant or my senses became like a film that got stuck during a screening.

Allen staggered after the figure, knowing that he must look like a frustrated drunk.The unknown toxins in the blood collided with each other, and the remaining rationality told him that he should stop immediately until he recovered himself.But he was also afraid that if he gave up at the moment closest to the truth, it would be difficult to get back.

At this time, the staggered streets of London were like a maze, and at another intersection, a passing carriage almost hit him.The coachman's cursing and the sound of horseshoes turned into a curse-like broken language, and Allen sat down leaning against the street lamp closest to him.The accumulated water on the side of the road stained his boots and underwear, and he retched on the ground, feeling the blood in his veins sometimes cold and sometimes boiling.It was a kind of torture. At the end of the run, he couldn't tell whether he was chasing or escaping.The purple petals in the envelope had been scattered all over the place, and the water-soaked mandala turned a ghostly black, outlining a winding path.

"It will pass to your father as your last relic."

"Buried with you, there are still unresolved mysteries. The people you love will forget your appearance in endless words and time."

The man's voice was unhurried and calm, as if he was reciting a predestined poem.He stood beside Allen, squatted down halfway, and looked at the young man's bloodless face.Allen's eyes widened trying to distinguish his face, but his gradually paralyzed body was no longer in control.The sound of this world is getting thinner and thinner, and the surroundings are getting more and more empty.He knew he was poisoned, but he never expected to die so vaguely.

"Yeger's descendants shed his blood in the middle of the night in London, and my people will toast to this beautiful day."

"you--"

The man put one hand on his shoulder and untied his tie.The beautiful neck line rises and falls with the panting, and it is particularly attractive because of the rain.

"Want to know? Then I'll tell you.

The person who will kill you is called Levi. "

Who is that?

No.

You are not him.

He felt fangs piercing his skin, and the blood that tortured his body and mind was being sucked away bit by bit.The already soaked shirt was once again soaked in another warm liquid.Leaning against the street lamp, Yeager, with his face upturned, looked like a broken ceramic doll, with a snow-white complexion and emerald-like out-of-focus pupils, crime and beauty blended together, making people want to kiss again.

He could no longer make a sound, and the warm orange light floating in front of his eyes seemed to be his mother standing in the courtyard at dusk pouring fruit tea when he was a child, or it seemed to be the firelight in a large cold room.

"Don't be afraid, the thunderstorm has passed, and tomorrow will be sunny."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The head that was lying on his neck greedily sucking blood was suddenly thrown away, Allen blinked with the last of his strength, and he saw a pair of more terrifying, bloodshot eyes.

The consciousness struggling to the limit is retreating, and there is a silver light flashing in a trance.Immediately afterwards, someone pressed a wrist into his lips, and blood gushed out from the freshly cut wound, flowing over his lips and teeth, sweet and suffocating.

The soul seems to be floating in mid-air, free and invisible to itself.In the next second, he was found lying on a strange bed, his forehead seemed to have a dull pain from a wound, but at this moment, someone came over and kissed him, as a reward for the rest of his life, comfort, or a dream from another world.

I remember you.

Your name is Levi.