Chapter 27 If you are not satisfied, you can call the police.

Alan Cosmins heard the three nightingale calls again.

This time he was not curious about its source, because he was busy getting rid of the police who were chasing him.

He was very familiar with the dirty and chaotic streets here. He hunted and lived here all year round. He believed that the scum from Scotland Yard could not catch him.

He saw two alleys in front of him.

There was a faint barking of dogs in one alley, as if the police were searching for him. He stared at the darkness. They had limited manpower. If it was just one man and one dog, it would not be a problem.

Then his eyes moved to another alley.

Saved.

He said in his heart.

Because there was only an unruly woman walking alone at night in the other alley.

Even if he had lost Sean's blessing now, it was still easy to kill a woman. After all, men are born stronger than women.

This woman must be a bitch who deserved to die, and she was still alone outside so late at night. He thought, anyway, it was right to take this road.

Then he would escape into the spider-web-like shantytown and disappear into the chaos.

He could quickly sneak out of the country and go to South America to avoid the limelight. After all, every place in the world needs doctors, especially good doctors like him. Maybe he could make some money in South America, build a manor, and hunt and play there.

Although he was tricked by these cunning policemen, he had not lost yet.

Far from losing.

In the future, he could send letters back from South America and continue to mock these losers with a meager weekly salary.

And if they didn't kill Jack the Ripper, how could they explain to the public? Now that they have done their job, and they are back in the arena ten years later, wouldn't it be a perfect fool's show? He is smarter and stronger than everyone else. The current laws are really unreasonable. He is a superhuman being. Humans can hunt elks, so why can't he hunt women?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt very happy and no longer tired.

He rushed into the alley quickly.

Then he suddenly discovered something.

The white fog in this alley seemed to be thicker than other places.

He was familiar with the fog. He had always committed crimes under its cover, because the thick fog in London made it difficult for witnesses to really see his figure.

The fog was his companion, a symbol that the laws of nature were on his side.

It meant that nature allowed his hunting.

But humans wanted to declare it illegal.

How ridiculous.

But why was the fog so thick here? He couldn't help but wonder, and for some reason, this alley seemed to become familiar and strange, and he couldn't hear any sound.

There was no friction, no sound of life, no sound of police and police dogs.

There was only endless white fog.

Ashes falling like snowflakes.

Where was this place? He couldn't help but wonder, but the next second, the nightingale called again.

Still three times.

Dadada, Dadada, Dadada.

Such calls sounded particularly strange in the silent alley, and he couldn't help but feel scared.

"Nightingale, it's calling." This voice rang in his mind again for no reason, and this time he remembered that it was the voice of a girl.

He didn't know why he suddenly understood that the nightingale's call seemed to be related to him.

This was a call that only he could hear.

"Is it a death knell?" He couldn't help but mutter to himself to ease the fear in his heart.

"No," he heard a faint voice, "it's a reminder." "

It's a kind reminder." The other party replied, "It probably means that there is danger ahead, please don't go any further."

He heard the footsteps of a woman, and a blonde woman emerged from the white mist.

Her brilliant blonde hair was tied into an exquisite and elegant braid. She was wearing a Roman-style long dress and sparkling gold jewelry. Her every move was extremely elegant, gentle, and noble. She

was like the goddess in every man's dream.

Alan remembered this god. Humans recorded that she was gentle and passionate, rich and desirable.

Meeting her was the best omen in the world.

It seems that luck is still on my side, Alan couldn't help thinking.

And he suddenly felt footsteps coming from behind him.

He turned his head sharply.

"If you don't want to face the most terrible ending, then please come with me." A red-haired woman appeared on the street behind him. She was wearing a slutty white dress, her plump breasts were looming, her thick red hair was loose, and her golden eyes were winking charmingly. She seemed to be the object that every man would fantasize about. After venting, he could still curse her and say that she was really dirty, and then kick her away without any psychological burden. He seemed to be a clean and innocent good person again.

It was indeed as if he had shrunk back and stopped moving forward every time the nightingale called, he would not be in the current predicament.

So he took a step forward.

He heard a faint sigh coming from behind him. The sigh was very light, but it made him think of his mother, or all women with unclean bodies.

The woman in front of him smiled gently, then she turned around and walked forward.

"Do you need any offerings from me?" Allen asked, "You probably see my talent. I can give you a lot of offerings."

The woman walked quietly, not commenting on his proposal.

"Maybe I was rude. I shouldn't have asked you what you need. I will give you all the offerings I can get." Alan said. It must be said that his good popularity in the slums was not a pie in the sky. He was more eloquent than Satan when he was sweet-talking.

"Please tell me your name." Alan asked humbly.

The woman did not turn around.

"I thought you knew it." She said lightly.

"I have read in the book a god named Gold. She is abundance and wealth. She is not like other gods who help the weak and helpless. Only the strong can receive her generous donations and then let them create miracles."

"You should be Gold, the king of abundance, the king of the strong, leading human evolution and progress, allowing humans to go further." Alan said enthusiastically.

"I am Gold." The woman replied.

"As expected, I was chosen by you." Alan could not hide his inner joy. "In the past, I also proved to you that I am superior to human intelligence. I hunt unclean parts to preserve the purity of the population."

"Just like wolves protect deer." He said, looking at the woman frequently.

Gold said nothing.

Allen noticed that her eyes were scarlet, very beautiful, the color of the most precious gem pigeon blood red, but it also reminded him of blood.

Sure enough, the strong are hatched from the bones of the weak.

Gold suddenly smiled.

This smile came too quickly, as if the statue of the Virgin Mary cracked in an instant, and a sea of ​​black flies gushed out from the cracks in an instant, giving him goose bumps all over his body.

He suddenly didn't dare to move forward.

"What's wrong?" Gold asked softly.

"You are right, my name is Gold," she chuckled, "and I didn't lie, you see, the nightingale is indeed reminding you that there is no return in front of you."

"Shouldn't move forward." She said softly.

Allen suddenly realized something.

Gods never speak.

But they will conceal. They

will confuse.

Shouldn't move forward.

At that time, Gold was standing in front of him, and another god was standing behind him.

If she didn't lie to him.

Just now when he heard the nightingale's call,

he still chose to move forward.

Cold sweat poured out all over the sky in an instant.

The blonde turned her head and smiled at him. She was still so beautiful and pure.

"I am Gold," she said with a smile, "and I am indeed the god who guides the strong to go one step further."

"One step further," she repeated indifferently, "Doesn't it mean falling down and being smashed to pieces? It doesn't seem to be a particularly scary thing for us, but we have experimented and found that if a human falls from the top of the pole, he should die very ugly."

Alan's brain was filled with fear in an instant.

Gold smiled slightly.

"And as a god, there is no need for me to be trapped by the title of a human." She said indifferently, "I have never admitted this title."

"Why don't you refute it." Alan said in a panic.

"Because Frey doesn't mind," Gold said. "Even the King of Plenty doesn't mind, so why should I mind?"

"The King of Plenty, called Frey?" Allen murmured to himself. "Where is he, who does he help, and what offerings does he need?"

"He's at his home." Gold said lightly. "Frey doesn't accept offerings. He considers himself an upright man, so he only accepts deals."

"Frey firmly believes that all mortals are mortal, and all mortals need to be served." Gold said slowly. "So Frey only accepts dedication to the public cause."

"When what you serve overcomes your fear of death, you humans generally call such people heroes," Gold smiled. "Only heroes will be blessed by Frey."

"He gives back to their species with their sacrifice, and only with their blood can the people's abundance be irrigated." Gold said slowly. "Don't humans have a proverb that a good cook cannot cook without rice?"

"So do we." Gold smiled. "If we don't get the materials, we can't fulfill your wishes, right?"

"Frey is the King of Plenty, then what are you?" Allen asked. He felt his eyeballs filled with blood, and was seized by deep black despair, unable to move.

Gold looked at him quietly.

"I am a king belonging to the dark side," she said with a smile, "My nature is half of the desire for strength, and the one who just appeared behind you is the other half." "

As we all know, humans have the desire to live and the desire to die. Humans can make long-term plans for the continuation of the race, but they are also easily blinded by the moment and the place." She said with a smile, "I control this half."

She raised one hand, and Allen saw a golden ring on her ring finger.

"Perhaps you have heard of its great reputation, and you can understand my extremely abstract nature." Gold said with a smile, "This is the Rhine gold praised in your poems."

"The Ring of the Nibelung." Her hand was very steady, showing the legendary golden ring that caused countless people to bleed and countless heroes to kill each other, and unscrupulously showed the most evil side of their human nature.

The faint, cold light it exudes, like a frosty beauty, proves this.

This is the real Ring of the Nibelung.

Then this evil god is immediately linked to countless vicious and terrifying events in history.

"You are a devil!" Allen took a step back and accused.

"I have never killed a human being," Gold said calmly, "Only humans can kill humans."

"I just pushed someone behind their back when I was bored sometimes." She smiled and said, "Okay, I can also introduce myself to you."

"I am Gold, one of the thirteen kings, the holder of the Rhine Gold, the owner of the Ring of the Nibelung," she knelt politely, "the chief spectator of countless riots, the admirer of millions of cruel scenes."

"His real name is the King of Despair," she smiled and said.

"Alan Cosmins, you have reached the end," she chuckled, "Since you firmly believe in a rule, you can hunt groups weaker than you."

"Then please carry it out to the end." Gold raised her hand, and the infamous ring of the Nibelungen still shone with golden light in such a strange and terrifying white fog, stunningly beautiful. She snapped her fingers gracefully.

And countless flying dragons quickly appeared, silently floating on their bone wings in the ashes, circling without making any sound, like hawks observing hares.

"My royal servants are hungry," Gold said calmly, "I allowed them to hunt."

"And let me remind you one thing," Gold said with a smile, "the speed of time here is different from outside."

"The space is different too." She said, and added sincerely, "Since those women believe in Lilith, Lilith has also blessed them, so they may be stronger than you now."

Finally, she looked at the pale man and suddenly smiled briskly, "I forgot one more thing."

"At least you don't have to worry about disappearing from this world without a trace." She smiled, "One of my friends hopes that the police can get you, and Frey also thinks this should be their reward."

"So you can go back in the end." Gold smiled, but Alan felt that her eyes were not smiling, and there was a layer of bone-chilling ice in them, "You are so lucky that you can return to your hometown and not get lost in another world."

"Don't look at me with such hatred," Gold spread his hands, "I won't be hurt if you look at me like this. Don't you know how pathetic and weak you are?"

She seemed to suddenly remember something and said in a brisk tone, "Since you think my treatment of you is unreasonable."

"Then how about you call the police?"

"After all, you will still be able to see the police eventually."

Gold clapped her hands. Her expression was pure and innocent, like a virgin who was excited to see newborn butterflies. She was naive to the point of cruelty. "If you are not satisfied with anything, just call the police."