I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

In the sight of the interrogating extermination soldiers, the cultist in front of him suddenly began to convulse and twitch, and his hideous and ugly head shook wildly, as if he was going crazy.

The eyes of some of the cultists who still have many facets similar to those of aberrations are turning strangely and irrationally. The mottled bloodshot threads spreading in the corners of the eyes are like red blood spreading towards the pupils under the high-speed rotation.

This pair of crystal-like eyes seemed to be the gears of some kind of alien machinery, rotating rapidly to activate the explosion switch in the skull.

Like some weird counter-rotating clock, the blood-red hour, minute, and second hands rotate rapidly, announcing the arrival of the end.

Bang——

The extermination soldiers wearing the latest model of Noonsteel armor could not actually receive audio information from the outside world, but when they saw the head in front of them suddenly explode, they could not help but add the sound effects of the explosion in their heads... Wait, is this bang really just our own imagination? Or did this self-destruction penetrate the protection of the noonsteel helmet and break directly into our brains? ? ?

The dark scarlet color exploded in an instant, and thick, steaming blood mixed with broken bone fragments spattered on the visor of the Noonsteel helmet, and slowly slid down in a sticky manner.

All the extermination soldiers seemed to be able to smell the strong smell of blood close at hand, but the experimental model of Meridian Steel Helmet also has a breathing filter function, so it should be impossible for them to smell any abnormal smell... It's our hallucination again ? Or can the taste of the blood of these monsters penetrate directly into our brains? ? ?

Some of the extermination soldiers who should be used to seeing the tragic killings on the battlefield suddenly couldn't control the nausea and disgust in their hearts at this moment. It was as if some kind of slippery reptile had entered their mouths and noses along the imaginary smell of blood, and was in their nasal cavity and esophagus. As they squirmed and crawled, they couldn't help but feel a vicious retching sensation, and almost spit out this morning's breakfast inside the helmet.

Some of the elite extermination soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles felt inexplicably horrifying fear, as if they were back to the time when they first set foot on the battlefield, looking at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the ground, they instinctively felt trembling and trembling.

"Please don't panic, everything is under our control." A familiar voice sounded in the seventeenth interrogation room. The voice was soft and calm, and it seemed to be able to soothe the inner restlessness and uneasiness of the soldiers.

"Please stay in the interrogation room for now. Next, we will start the low-light purification process to dispel the possible taboo effects on the armor for you. Please wait patiently."

Holmes put away the microphone and ordered others to guard the door of the interrogation room and wait until there were no abnormal conditions after seventy-two hours of isolation before releasing the seventeen extermination soldiers.

"Alas~ Another wasted work." Spencer on the side said dejectedly: "Didn't the R\u0026D department say that illuminating the interrogation room and adding morning steel shackles can basically prevent low-level cultists from performing forbidden invisible arts? It’s still easy for them to blow themselves up right now.”

"The clues we have finally followed have been interrupted again...the investigation has been interrupted again."

The clues from Bass Arms Company seem to have been cut off. The heads of the seventeen suspected cultists have been broken into pieces of flesh and blood on the ground. It is difficult to distinguish the truth from the confessions made before they died. The investigation work seems to have reached a deadlock again.

But when the female detective looked at the different versions of the testimonies on the table, a pair of light gray ice-like eyes shone with a strong light of wisdom, and her cold thin lips raised a slight arc.

"No, Spencer and I have exactly the opposite opinions."

"The investigation is only now officially beginning."

The female detective spread out the testimonial papers on the table. In addition to the testimonies that were unknown whether they were true or false, there were also twelve pieces of sketch paper about Nero Bacchus's current appearance.

There are subtle differences in the details of Nero Bacchus's facial features in each sketch, such as whether the corners of the eyes are raised or depressed, the bridge of the nose is high or flat, the lips are thick or thin, and the ears are large or small - there is no one painting. are completely consistent.

Ten of these sketches were drawn by Holmes based on the descriptions of the cultists, one was based on the description of the lawyer who assisted Nerobacks in applying for the qualifications of the weapons company, and the other was based on other ordinary employees of Bass Arms Company. The description is drawn.

The facial features of Nero Bacchus in these twelve portraits are slightly different from those of Nero Bacchus during the Crossroads Hospital period - it is obvious that Nero Bacchus or the professor has the ability to change people's appearance.

‘How many lies are there in the contents of these seventeen testimonies, and is there any truth hidden in them? ’

The female detective hopes that the contents of these seventeen testimonies are all forged lies, so that she can at least rule out seventeen possibilities - the investigation has not failed, but has ruled out seventeen more wrong directions.

But based on her understanding of the professor, this elusive criminal must not have simply forged seventeen false testimonies.

Since the other party calls these horrific cases games, there must be some kind of mischievous mentality in his heart, just like the fake Anna was used to confuse her sight, distract her attention, and test her in the Crossroads Massacre incident. Morality is the same.

"In other words, there is very likely a very hidden clue buried in these seventeen testimonies."

"Just like the professor's fake Anna came to foretell the disappearance of my real Anna, he probably also has real clues hidden in this pile of false information, like a puzzle piece discarded in the trash, waiting for us to dig out."

"If we just ignore it, then he can make fun of us directly by saying, 'The clues are already hidden in the testimonies of that bunch of rubbish, and you didn't even find it?! It's really disappointing! ’, to satisfy his wicked sense of humor.”

The female detective focused her attention on the pile of contradictory testimonies and thought to herself: "So where are the real clues hidden?"

……………………

So far, the murderer of the Whitechapel Massacre is still missing. The so-called Jack the Ripper seems to be an elusive ghost who comes and goes without leaving any trace.

But since the other party frequently commits crimes in the Whitechapel area, it proves that there must be something the other party is looking for and desires near Whitechapel.

The Wakefield investigator in charge of the main investigation has laid a dragnet near Whitechapel, and even transferred several female death row inmates from the prison, asking them to dress up as prostitutes and wander around the nearby streets and alleys soliciting customers. .

"You only need to pretend to be a prostitute for a month, and we will apply to the court to pardon your crime. Then you can regain your freedom!"

Under the temptation of freedom, a group of female death row prisoners frantically signed up to participate in this atonement plan, which may have been thought up by a perverted master.

Due to the closed information in the prison, they have no idea what changes have taken place in the outside world recently, and they are even less aware of the murders in the Whitechapel area - otherwise they would probably not agree to this dangerous and humiliating job.

Even if they have been sentenced to death, at least they can live a peaceful life for a while before the sentence comes, and they can die peacefully - even if it is a painful hanging, it is better than being disemboweled!

But these ignorant female death row prisoners did not know this. They just happily put on fancy clothes, laughed and cursed in the deep alleys full of blood and garbage, and vented their impending recovery on those dirty but strong men. The joy and happiness of freedom, and you can also make some pocket money while being happy!

But what makes them feel strange is that every customer who comes to the door will lament their courage afterwards, but when they continue to ask, they all tacitly refuse to mention it.

"Forget it, anyway, as long as we hold on for another twenty days, it will be fine... Oh, by the way, those gentlemen won't allow us to discuss this matter outside, right?!" A man who was convicted of murder and The female death row inmate for robbery boldly patted her swollen chest and said: "I won't talk about it anymore. I happened to meet a generous prostitute today. I'll treat all the sisters to a drink later!!!"

“Thank you, Sister Susan!!!”

The Wakefield investigator, who was hiding in the darkness, looked at the cheering prostitutes in the streets with only indifference in his eyes.

As long as Jack the Ripper can be arrested, it doesn't matter if they sacrifice the lives of this group of criminals who deserve to die. It is their highest honor that they can contribute to the national security of Great Britain at the end of their lives. !

At this time, there are only three days left before the seven-day carnival deadline for the professor's letter.

The investigation work of the Anti-Suppression Bureau still has not made substantial progress.

A certain instigator behind the scenes has already boarded a luxury cruise ship and set foot on the continent of Europa, heading to the real tomb of the Shadowless Kings.