I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Watson raised his eyes, showing an expression as if he was remembering.

"After I received the message from the Black Crow Gang in the early morning, I immediately took a taxi and rushed to the Black Crow Bar. There I met a skin worker who claimed to have seen a customer who was highly suspicious of Harris."

"After some questioning, she told me that Harris most likely lived near Whitechapel."

"I followed this clue and hitched a ride around Whitechapel. Perhaps it was God's blessing. I soon found a bright and brand-new house."

When Watson said this, he raised his hand and pointed to the fire scene that was making crackling and explosive sounds. At this moment, the three fire engineers had entered the courtyard, controlling the purely human-driven pumping device, spitting out foamy water lines... It's just that This meager amount of water poured into the raging sea of ​​fire really couldn't stir up any splash.

Rather than extinguishing the fire, it is better to prevent the fire from spreading to other places and causing greater losses.

"This house is so beautiful that it doesn't look like it belongs in East London. When I think of Harris's background and his requirements for a living environment, I suspect that this is his newly purchased property."

"The courtyard door was unlocked at the time, so I went directly into the courtyard. When I entered the door, I heard a lascivious sound, which further confirmed my suspicion."

"At that time, I knocked on the door several times and there was no response, so I quietly walked to the window to check what was going on inside the house."

Watson pointed to the broken window frame of the house, which was now spitting out fireworks like a dragon's mouth. However, the soft grass under the window did have a line of trampled marks, and six bullet casings were scattered. , which can prove his current and next words.

"Who knew this look——"

Watson's face showed lingering horror, but it seemed to be mixed with a hint of nausea.

"I just saw Harris, who was completely unrecognizable and had four arms, lying on top of a certain lady. It's indescribable!"

"His facial features mutated, his tongue split, and his chin developed abnormal limb growth like fingers... I won't describe the details. In short, it was a disgusting and disgusting look, even more so than Lance before. Weird!”

"I immediately shot him in the back of the head several times. Seeing that he passed out immediately, I quickly opened the window and broke in to carry out the group of ladies who had been brutally murdered by Harris."

Watson points to the flesh workers, who appear to be unharmed but are actually unusually thin.

"After I moved several unconscious ladies into the hospital, I planned to go back to investigate the situation, but I didn't expect that as soon as I entered the door, Harris, who was supposed to be dead, stood up again and suddenly rushed towards me!"

"I was handicapped, so I couldn't dodge and was thrown to the ground by him... However, after he pinned me down, he didn't continue to attack, but——"

When Watson said this, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he didn't want others to hear what was coming next. At the same time, he showed a certain expression of irritation and disgust, as if he had suffered great humiliation, and gritted his teeth and said:

"Harris is actually shaking on me!"

"I was so angry that I fired several shots at him. The anger and the impact of the bullets made me break away from his suppression and crawl out from under his huge body, but the blood spurting from his body also splashed all over me. "

"I originally wanted to pull out of the door to seek help from others, but then I thought about the dangers of these aberrant monsters mentioned by the Anti-Suppression Bureau. How could I let unarmed civilians participate in this battle!"

"As soon as I gritted my teeth and closed the door, I was thinking of one thing - even if I die today! I can't let Harris escape outside and endanger the common people in London!"

At this moment, Watson's eyes flashed with determination to die. The orange firelight on the side reflected on his face, and he seemed to be glowing.

Charlotte also had a solemn expression when she heard this, but there seemed to be something else flashing in her eyes.

"Yes, Watson, you did it right." She seemed to agree, and then continued to ask, "What about the back?"

"Then I started a life-and-death duel with Harris in the house. Fortunately, Harris was huge and cumbersome. Even if I stumbled on one foot, I could still use the complex terrain in the house to deal with him."

"But Harris seems to have a little bit of wisdom left, and he actually knows how to pick up furniture and use it as a weapon to throw at me!"

Watson slapped his left leg indignantly, "If my legs and feet hadn't been so inflexible now, how could I have been bullied by him like this!"

"After he gave birth to his second pair of arms, his strength was astonishing! He lifted a dining table weighing hundreds of kilograms and threw it towards me!"

When Charlotte heard this, she seemed to be shocked by Harris's amazing arm strength and danger in the story, and showed a solemn expression.

"Fortunately, I was smart and crouched down in the triangular area between the side of the fireplace and the wall in time. The big dining table smashed over and even knocked off a corner of the fireplace."

"As soon as I crawled out from under the table, I saw Harris charging towards me like a mad bison. Even if I fired several shots at his face, it could only offset his impact. Although I tried my best to dodge, his shoulder hit my chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot. "

"But Harris' head also hit the wall, and he was immediately dizzy as if he had a concussion. I aimed almost all the remaining bullets at his head, and he stopped moving."

"I saw that his vitality was several times stronger than Lance's, so I immediately sprinkled him with strong alcohol and set him on fire, using the flames to hinder his regeneration."

Charlotte was relieved for him when she heard this, but she didn't expect Watson to continue:

"However, even so, Harris was not dead yet. He was rolling around on the ground with his whole body on fire, and the grease dripping from underneath him set the room on fire. I saw that he was still struggling, so I worked hard to pull out the cavalry hanging on the wall. Knife, wanting to end his pain as soon as possible."

"But because he kept rolling, my first knife was just on his belly. The blade was still stuck inside and he was tearing the wound, so I took off the second cavalry sword. This time I saw the right moment and struck him several times in a row. Cut him on the neck and finally behead him..."

After Watson finished speaking, he sighed again, grinning as if the wound was scratched on his face, and took a swig of whiskey to anesthetize the pain and heart.

"Sigh... I didn't expect that a simple disappearance case would be involved in such bizarre things." He said meaningfully, "The world is getting more and more chaotic."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I'll take you to the hospital to recover first."

Charlotte ignored the smelly stains on Watson's body, lifted his right arm and put it on his shoulder, and slowly walked towards her carriage.

Victor, who was very discerning, immediately stepped forward to help him and sent Mr. Watson back to the hospital, who had just left the hospital for just one day.

That is to say, little Stanford had a rest today. Otherwise, seeing his friend return to the hospital so quickly, he might have been persuaded to resign and stay away from the detective industry on the spot.

It wasn't until the sun set that Charlotte got on the carriage and left. But before leaving, she turned back and glanced at the hospital with the cold eyes unique to detectives.

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At night, the burned ruins.

The houses that were beautiful during the day are now only the burnt and blackened beams that creak like the weathered skeletons of corpses.

A luxurious carriage passed through the dark and gloomy streets and stopped in front of the burned-out house.

The car door opened and a tall, slender figure stood in the bleak autumn wind, looking thoughtfully at the ruins in front of the door. After struggling for a long time, he finally took a step forward and pushed open the decayed door.

The coachman in front of the car looked at the figure who was searching the precarious ruins with a lamp, as if regretful and puzzled, and sighed silently.

"Miss, why are you doing this?"

"Don't you believe Mr. Watson?"