Mermaid Reef

John tried hard to control his twitching hands and feet, and squeezed out an ugly smile: "I'm just an ordinary detective in London, and I have a bad reputation in the industry. If you can pay such a generous commission, I suggest you go find those detectives near Regent Street. Famous detectives, you can even hire ten or eight at one go, and let them search for you... the person you saw in your dream."

No wonder, this kind of commission, which sounds very sick, even a detective with a brain would not accept it!

"You just need to show your strength a little bit, like just now, and then they'll be happy to serve you."

Who is not afraid of death?

There are more detectives in London than there are crows in the Tower of London, and you might bump into one if you walk casually on the street. There must be someone willing to serve the mysterious power.

Anyway, he doesn't do it.

Is it bad to live?

John twitched his lips and suggested sincerely: "Don't you think about it? From the perspective of efficiency, this is obviously much better than finding a crappy detective."

Gemil didn't understand the self-mockery hidden in John's sentence.

He just speaks English and doesn't understand the black humor of the British.

As for the indignation and rebellious emotions in John's heart?

Strong ants are like this.Because a cowardly person would not have strong willpower, and a firm-minded person would find a way to fight against the unspeakable evil god, so Gemil was not angry.

——The ancient gods didn't care at all whether human beings' attitudes were respectful or their language was presumptuous.

Anyone who can walk up to them and talk to their avatar and still be sane is fine.No matter what these humans say they won't be angry, and it doesn't deserve their anger.

After all, humans are no threat, and their combat power is equivalent to that of ants.

Maybe humans don't think so, but in the eyes of gods, there is no difference between very weak and very weak.

"Another detective? No, I just want you to accept this commission.

"When I hurried past this window sill, I happened to see the commission you received, which seemed to come from my own kind. According to the words in the human newspaper, 'A tailor's reputation is built on the praise of others', you only need to stand For half a day at the entrance of the shop, look at the classes of people coming out of the stopped carriages, and you will know whether you should walk into that shop and entrust money and trust."

Gemil recounted the tailor's ad in today's Times.

John was dumbfounded.

Forget about Jason, people read the newspaper because of the inheritance lawsuit of the Brandon family, but this one, read the newspaper to see the advertisement?

Also, I live on the third floor, how can I just see it on the way?Fly in the night sky?

Finally, the money and trust delivered by the evil god?

John's scalp was numb, his hands and feet were numb, he swore he had never felt so numb in his life!

Forget it, at least he has dealt with it, and he is reasonable, but John remembers that Pastor Connor's notes could not be more clearly written warning, whether it is an ancient god or a newly born god, it is extremely dangerous.

If it is an evil god with the ability to think, it does not mean that it can communicate, but it is more dangerous!

I don't know the origin of the person in front of me, but no matter what, John can't afford to bet.

He racked his brains to think of excuses, and planned to continue to evade: "As you can see, I have another commission on hand..."

"I'm not in a hurry, 30 days or even three months is fine."

Gemil raised his hand, and stroked the jewels and gold coins in the box with his sharp nails. His movements were light but full of danger.

John kept his mouth shut.

To ask is to regret not closing the box.

Who would have known that a pair of curtains that are too old to be drawn tightly can cause disaster with a single gap!

John picked up the notebook on the ground, turned to the last page, picked up the pen helplessly and asked: "Well, excuse me, I need to know what the person you are looking for looks like."

Gemil was lost in thought.

The golden-red tassels on the edge of the hood swayed slightly with Gemil's movements.

John was nervous, although the cloak prevented him from seeing Gemil's expression, but the intuitive alarm made his head swell, reminding him that if he saw the face of this uninvited guest, something dangerous would happen.

The other party obviously knew this too, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen such a strange dress.

Real Arabic psychics or gypsy astrologers usually show the lower half of their faces so that others can see their expressions.

So John suspects that the guy sitting opposite may not be a human face under the hood and cloak, but a terrifying and hideous monster head.

Such an evil god with unknown identity and form said that he saw the person he liked in a dream... the ghost knows what this person is.

Even the African lion in the circus, the Indian elephant, is not impossible.

No, John quickly corrected his guess. The lion and elephant are too obvious and easy to find.

The evil god is not so kind as to give away money for free. Since this is an entrustment, it means that it is more efficient for him to find someone. He has advantages that this evil god does not have.

what is that?

John quickly came to the answer: these evil and mysterious beings would not guard against human beings, but would subconsciously avoid the same kind.

This is an errand!

John couldn't imagine how he would walk in front of an evil god, and then convey the love of another evil god without offending him or being swallowed by him... Well, let's call it love, you know Even if the object of this commission is changed to a gentleman or a lady, there is still a possibility of failure!

And if the target is a human being, at most the detective who "attempts to discredit" will be driven away, and the detective will not be torn to pieces.

Just when John was thinking more and more afraid, Gemil's weird and beautiful voice sounded.

"He is very charming, elegant and slender, every inch of his body is flexible and soft to the touch...Of course, when he encounters enemies, he will produce many spikes and sharp teeth."

John: "..."

The fingers holding the pen are stiff.

Gemil continued: "He is dark black. Using your human words, it may be like a bottomless dark vortex, because you can't see his true face. He doesn't like using these images very much, he likes …Wood boards, oak and teak are more in line with his preferences, so that he can float freely on the surface of the sea and bask in the sun, he is still young, and he is not willing to sink to the bottom of the sea and sleep in the depths of the trench without sunlight.”

"So I should go to the Thames to find an active boat on a sunny day? Let me remind you that the days when London can see the sun for a whole year is no more than 20 days." John said with eyelids twitching.

At the same time, he had a very bad feeling. After all, the dark vortex, the plank, the boat... these descriptions combined reminded him of Jason.

John was thinking quickly about how he should act stupid, how he should pass the news to Jason, how he should save his own life.

"Do you know the other person's name?" John pretended to be serious about recording.

"The real name is unknown, but he often uses a human name."

Gamil looked at John's heart beating suddenly, pretended not to know anything, and whispered, "Jason."

"Oh, Jason? Nice name."

John nodded. It's because your pronunciation is weird and you can't speak English well. Anyway, you can't blame him for mishearing.

"What about your name? When I convey my heart to you, I always have to introduce you, right? I mean...under such circumstances, human beings also have to talk about their background, property, and annual income. , what kind of life can be provided after marriage, where to live..."

Almost instinctively, John chose to inquire about Gemil's details. This was for his own safety and to better remind Jason.

Although the detective doesn't have much friendship with Jason, but it's hard to think about choosing one of the two mysterious evils?

John was perfunctory in his mouth, but tried his best to put on a sincere expression on his face, "Look, even if humans show love to each other, it has to go through a series of complicated processes! If you want a long-term and stable relationship, you must Let Mr. Jason understand your excellence."

Gemil knew exactly what this human being was doing.

In the face of danger, the detective decided to play around as much as possible, trying to get more bargaining chips while preserving himself, and then turned to the more familiar Jason, using mystery to deal with mystery, and then took the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of these mysterious forces.

Very smart, but it's a pity that smart ants are always similar, and John was not the first, and certainly not the last.

Gemil is trying to take advantage of the detective's cleverness.

——The aloof ancient god shows disdain for human beings' cleverness and sharp tongue, just like watching an acrobat.

However, the acrobat suddenly changed and talked about profound philosophy.

Although it is the life of ants, but the more I listen to it, the more I feel that there is something in it?

Gemil's expression changed subtly.

"...Some advantages are impossible to discover at the first glance, and the other party may have heard some bad rumors and may be biased against you, so I suggest that you learn more before meeting to avoid misunderstandings."

As John was talking, he suddenly trembled all over, his head became heavy, and phantoms overlapped before his eyes.

Could it be that his cliché plan was discovered?John immediately stopped the rambling nonsense and huddled in his chair trying to reach for the weapon.

"go on."

Gamir stared at John through his hooded cloak.

"Huh?" John froze, and couldn't remember where he was talking nonsense just now, so he could only ask cautiously, "Understand before we meet?"

"He can see my real body at a glance, just like I see him." Gemil said seriously.

"That's just appearance, sorry, because human beings are like this too, human beings are always easily attracted by appearance, and then find that they are not suitable for each other..."

Before John finished speaking, the whole room suddenly fell into darkness, the furniture shook, and the walls were dusty.

Tenants downstairs in the apartment building screamed in panic, thinking there was an earthquake.

John: "..."

A client with big mood swings is a real killer.

The vibration suddenly stopped, and before John could recover, he heard a shrill scream coming from an alley near the apartment.

Even after hearing those wailings that seemed to come from the depths of hell in the nightmare of the sea of ​​​​blood in Black Reef Town, John still has to say that this voice is eligible to be selected into the nightmare.

Just by hearing this voice, one can imagine how horribly tortured this person was.

John rushed to the window.

Just in time to see a man stumbling out of the alley and falling over.

Long strands of dark purple strings protruded from the dark alleyway, dancing strangely.

John instinctively took a step back, and at this moment the threads seemed to smell something, and they retracted suddenly.

John subconsciously went to look at Gemil, and sure enough, the mysterious guy who was sitting on the chair without moving said in an indifferent tone: "It's not that, it's just a passerby of the same kind, maybe it's hunting."

John: "..."

what happened?Where did so many evil gods come from?

The detective lost his fear, only tired.

He only knew that it was not easy to stick to being a detective in London, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult.

Is London such a dangerous city?

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The author has something to say:

Congratulations to the detective for intervening in the main line of this unit, the case happened right at our doorstep

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In this chapter Gamir is like a dragon

High above, looking down on the human beings in front of him

Human beings talk nonsense in order to escape

As a result, the head of the evil dragon became lower and lower, and finally urged sincerely: "What else? What else does the human love book say? How does the dragon I like understand my excellence?"