Dimensional Eroders

"How many of these serial murders have happened so far?" On the way to the White Church, Bailang asked the temporary assistant beside him.

"Three days ago, it was the fourth incident. The murderer sent the pieces of internal organs to the city hall to provoke, and was reported by various tabloids in London. In order to increase sales, they deliberately exaggerated and exaggerated the atmosphere of terror, causing panic in the city." London The little policeman replied.

Bailang, who has no criminal investigation experience, doesn't know how to conduct an investigation. So he bit the bullet, relying on his "Conan skills" with a reading volume of up to 900 episodes, he asked G8 questions blindly.

He asked about the identity and background of the victim for a while, and the patrol route of the night watch team for a while... He deliberately showed a very professional appearance.

However, Bailang really worried too much. Britain in the 19th century had not yet summed up the "modern criminal investigation methods", let alone technical support; the "fingerprint concept" would not appear until 20 years later.

Those well-known detectives are just investigating the G8 blindly based on some poor experience, starting with the motive of the crime, inferring the murderer's intentions, and then conducting house-to-house searches and visits. More is done by informants with three teachings and nine streams, which is quite inefficient.

In contrast, every story concocted in Conan, in this era, is a super homicide and unsolved unsolved case. In an era when casual murder victims threw the murder weapon into the river and turned their heads to eat tofu brains next to the police station, who would put in the effort to study "secret room murder"?

So Brother Lang's level of watching cartoons is already at the top of the food chain in this era, and he stunned the inexperienced young man next to him, showing admiration.

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The two chatted awkwardly all the way and arrived at the scene of the previous crime. Near Whitechapel, there were three crime locations, and another one happened by the river.

In chronological order, Bailang came to the nearest place first. The traces of the previous murder had been cleaned up long ago, and a little blood could be vaguely seen. Even if there were any clues here, they had already been destroyed by the bustling crowd.

He insisted on coming here, on the one hand, he wanted to feel the atmosphere of the "Ripper crime scene", which is a scenic spot that only exists in books, so he took out his smartphone, which can always accompany him through time travel, and took a selfie with a "click".

(For this mission, he brought the 'nuclear power bank, data cable' and 'bulletproof force field protective case' produced by the park.)

Then, by observing the surrounding environment, he tried to substitute himself, imagining that it was a dark and stormy night... trying to figure out the criminal mind of the prisoner.

Finally, is the real purpose of this trip:

In the air that the little policeman couldn't see, a large amount of black smoke gushed out of Bailang's body. Now, he has been able to skillfully control his own 'IBM particle'.

Behind Bailang, a mass of black mist began to condense, forming a black spiral bandage structure like 'roasted gluten'. There are more and more black bandages, and the winding is getting tighter and tighter, finally outlining a human figure with spikes on the top of the head, which is his 'black thorns'.

The police officers and passers-by around were all ignorant of this scene and turned a blind eye to it.

Like the "stand-in", the "black ghost" is invisible to ordinary people; only demihumans can see it. Last time he was fair and just and singled out the 'orc undead'. The opponent was a undead, who used his soul to perceive the outside world, so he could discover IBM.

Bailang lowered his head and pretended to be investigating the research site, but in fact he secretly manipulated his IBM and issued a command. The body of the 'Black Thorn' trembled slightly, bent over and hunched up, the blue bar burned faster, and directly transformed into a 'werewolf' form!

"Go, sniff the blood and track down the whereabouts of the murderer!"

Brother Lang communicated with his IBM and issued a request that is difficult for others. This is using the 'ghost' as a dog.

Fortunately, 'Black Thorn' has no IQ, no self-esteem, and will not feel humiliated and angry because of this, otherwise he would beat Bailang to death on the spot. It just stood still, incomprehensible, refusing to perform the task.

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Bailang has experimented, and IBM is currently showing a certain degree of 'mechanical intelligence'. Within the scope of its capabilities, as long as it gives vague instructions, it can freely execute them. However, the functions it does not have are completely ignored, like an idiot.

To give a simple example, Bailang controls the black thorns to launch a 'snarl', he can roar out flowers, very smart. But Bailang asked him to eat, buy vegetables, and sleep, but he couldn't understand it, and even ignored him and started to be in a daze.

Seeing that the 'Black Thorn' was motionless, Brother Lang was a little dissatisfied and chose to drive it himself. Since it has a werewolf form, isn't it just a big dog? A big dog has a great sense of smell... Huh? Why no sense of smell?

Bailang, who controlled the black thorns, lay down on the ground in a werewolf posture and sniffed around, but couldn't get any answers. This is going to be troublesome! How can you find out the traces of criminals in the vast London where good and bad people are mixed together, and there are no surveillance cameras?

"Mr. Outlander, Mr. Outlander!" The little policeman woke up Bailang who was in a daze.

After dispelling the black thorns, Bailang stood up and said, "This site has been observed, can you take me to another place? I want to find out the pattern of the murderer's crime. Since he took the initiative to provoke the authorities, he must have nothing to fear. Proud guy. This kind of person does not simply commit murder, but often pursues something deliberately to realize himself...so as long as you are careful, there must be rules to follow!"

Bailang continued to play tricks on the little fool, telling the story of "The Seven Deadly Sins" vividly, and the little policeman said "I eat lotus root" on his face.

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After walking all the crime locations in a row, Bailang didn't gain anything, and Conan is not a panacea. He is more suitable for physical work than brain-burning.

If you still retain the title of 'novice demon hunter', you can activate the 'tracking' ability by paying 'embers'. Now, it's just luck.

"Mr. Outland, did you find anything?" The little police officer asked expectantly.

"No, I can't say that I didn't find it, but this kind of thing can't be concluded hastily, it must be demonstrated rigorously. Can you help me find a map of the vicinity?" Brother Lang tried his best to maintain an unpredictable personality.

And the simple little policeman, who had been fooled by his various "Magic Conan Story" for a long time, was convinced of this, and nodded that he would go to the police station to find the map.

Bailang continued to worry...

However, what he didn't know was that in a manor not far from London, two young people who were destined to fall in love and kill each other rushed to London one after another, and finally opened the chapter of their story.

...

For three days in a row, Bailang, who had no clue about "Jack the Ripper", gradually adapted to the harsh environment in London.

Although the investigation did not progress, it did not affect his mood. Don't forget to exercise your abilities every day and feel happy. On this day, he almost ran out of the medicine he used to quench his body.

"Mr. Outlander, where are you going today?" The little policeman, Greyson, who took the initiative to come to the door, looked like a fan, looking forward to Brother Lang continuing to tell him the story of "Conan" today.

Regarding the 'Ripper Serial Murder Case', he actually didn't care about it, because there was too little information about this case, it was completely random killings, and it was difficult to extract useful information. Even Brother Lang, who had already convinced him, was helpless.

But even so, it still doesn't affect Bailang's position in his heart. The story of the "Primary School Student of Death" is really delicious, and this person in front of him is definitely a hidden boss. Even if you retire as a private detective, you can change your job as a novelist and become the editor-in-chief of a newspaper! An annual salary of 100,000 pounds is not a dream.

"Ahem, is there any news about the 'clock tower' I entrusted you to inquire about?" Bailang still did not forget the dream of adopting his daughter.

"I did a careful investigation around the 'British Museum', and no one has heard of this association." The fan shook his head.

"Then did you leak the news on purpose, and no one followed you?"

"No!"

"Hey...the Holy Church and the Burial Authority, this is an official organization that will not hide." Bailang was still not reconciled.

"There is only Protestantism in the UK, and I have never heard of a 'Holy Church'."

"Forget it. I want to go to the most filthy, chaotic and sinful place in London today. Where might I find something?" Bailang said. He plans to go to London's "Hell's Kitchen" to see if he can find local snakes like Jin Bin, or find the owners of those "evil supernatural powers".

"Sir, which places are very dangerous." Gregson was a little nervous. Who would want to go to such a place?

"Don't worry, I'm super good at fighting!" Brother Lang rolled up his sleeves, revealing his angular muscles, coupled with his 191 body shape that he developed again after practicing "horizontal training", it is quite convincing.

The aggression turned into a sense of security, and the little police officer nodded in agreement: "Well, I know a slum, which is where the scum of London gathers."

Everyone seemed very dissatisfied with the '12 free deaths' yesterday?

Then I will delete this restriction, everyone pretend nothing happened...

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