I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

There was no light shining in the courtyard inside the hospital, and the bright moon disk was blocked by dark clouds, so the light here was particularly dim and deep.

The flowers that had been unattended for a long time had already died, but the messy grass was growing wildly, using all means to squeeze any nutrients from the land.

The female detective carried the oil lamp over the grass and saw two rows of toilets far apart in the center of the courtyard. One row of door panels was painted with L-Ladies, and the other row of door panels was painted with G-Gentlemen.

She noticed that two of the women's toilets were emitting lights, and the thin cracks under the translucent toilet door panels could also see two pairs of women's shoes inside, a pair of leather boots covered with mud spots, and a pair of worn-out small leather shoes.

The female detective came up with a plan. First, she pretended to swing the oil lamp left and right to avoid the mud on the ground, so that the light could sweep around. Then she used her peripheral vision to look at the shadows around her and confirmed that there were indeed no peepers nearby.

She put the oil lamp and shoes directly into one of the empty women's toilets, then scurried into the bushes like a sensitive cat, and then slowly crawled to other corridors inside the hospital.

Without the light, the interior of St. Archbishop's Hospital was as dark as the stomach of a giant beast, and the corridor in front of the female detective was like the esophagus leading directly to the stomach of the giant beast. When the breeze blew, the room deep in the shadows seemed to be wailing like a baby crying.

This strange sound kept echoing in the corridor, making this church hospital where mysterious events had once occurred particularly terrifying, as if those innocent dead who opened their chests were still unwilling to leave, and their malice towards the living still remained in the hospital.

But how could the illusory fear scare the determined female detective? !

Charlotte Holmes walked slowly along the corridor wall. Her vision gradually adapted to the darkness and was barely able to see things. She concentrated on listening to the movements around her and used the steel wire she carried with her to twist the old door locks. She walked through one room after another, trying to find useful clues.

But she found some tables, chairs and tools abandoned when the hospital was evacuated.

She found a bed stained with large patches of black blood in a room that used to be an inpatient ward. The weapon suspected to be the patient's self-harm was still kept in the corner of the room. It was a severely rusted fork, and the four tines on the top were curled and twisted. It was hard to imagine what kind of mentality the patient who was affected by the unknown source of enlightenment had to use such a small fork to self-harm.

She also found a large pool of black blood in a place that was suspected to be a public activity place. The shapes and sizes of the bloodstains were different.

The female detective's strong rationality and profound knowledge intertwined in her mind, restoring the general scene at that time for her - there were a total of seven people in the field, and they stood in a circle at a distance of one meter at the beginning.

Each of the seven people held a self-harm weapon. Although there was no sign of the tools they used on the ground at this moment, judging from the traces of blood splatter, three of the self-harm weapons were sharper, perhaps table knives. Three of the self-harm weapons were slightly dull, perhaps forks or sharp objects. The last self-harm weapon was very suspicious... The female detective couldn't see clearly, the blood was splattered in scattered traces, but it was scattered left and right in disorder, and finally it suddenly gushed out in large quantities?

Charlotte Holmes suddenly had a bold idea. Could it be that... the other party simply used his nails to gradually tear his skin, digging a shallow wound, and then put his fingers into the wound and desperately dug and drilled, waiting for the wound to gradually expand and deepen... put his ten fingers together like a shovel into the wound, and suddenly forced it to expand outward, opening his chest like opening a tightly closed double door.

The female detective suddenly felt a little horrified, not because of the bloody scene in her imagination, but because of her sudden imagination... Is it because after experiencing the Lance, Harris and William incidents, she witnessed too many weird scenes, causing her current thoughts to become increasingly dark?

Charlotte thought so and gradually approached the leisure activity venue. She hoped to carefully identify the black bloodstains and further infer the original situation.

However, when she approached, the air flow in the sky surged, the dark clouds dispersed, and a ray of pale moonlight shone through the broken window glass of the hospital.

Some fragments, which were even paler than the moonlight and reflected the dark light, were scattered in the bloodstains, making the black bloodstains particularly conspicuous. She leaned forward to take a look, and it turned out to be a piece of bone residue like debris.

"It's human bones."

The female detective thought so, she squatted down to pick up a piece of bone, rubbed it with her index finger and thumb, and the bone was hard... This was not left by the original incident, but a human bone fragment left recently!

Was it left by Dr. Winfreys and his assistants? Or was it the work of other crazy secret believers?

The female detective could not infer the answer yet, but at least she knew that there were still suspicious things in this abandoned church hospital.

It was almost time, Charlotte returned to the blue-purple hall with the oil lamp in her village girl's appearance, and her gray face showed a hint of shy apology, and returned the lantern to the busy doctor's assistant.

The driver X211, who was pretending to be asleep, glimpsed Miss Holmes' return through his narrowed eyes and asked softly, "Are there any results from the investigation?" The female detective did not reply, but nodded slightly, "You are almost done with the IV, it's time for us to leave."

"Um."

When X211 heard this, he immediately opened his eyes and looked energetic. The female detective also called the doctor's assistant to remove the intravenous needle for her brother.

The siblings, who came from a suburban racecourse, thanked Dr. Winfress who was still consulting, bowed their thanks, and stepped back to leave.

After they walked away, a lively girl walked out of the hospital. Her facial features were not particularly exquisite, but she was extremely lovable.

She always has a contagious happy smile on her face, and everyone who sees her will unconsciously feel light-hearted, as if just facing this pretty face, all the troubles in life can be left behind.

She wore the same uniform as the doctor's assistant Nello, a white coat with a bright red cross painted on the back, and a pair of mud-stained leather boots.

She leaned into Dr. Winfrey's ear during a busy break and whispered:

"The elder sister of the racecourse brother and sister just now pretended to go to the courtyard to use the toilet, but in fact she was rummaging around inside the hospital. I suspect...she has discovered something."

Dr. Winfrey still had a calm smile on his face. He gently waved the next patient to sit down, and at the same time slightly opened his lips to emit low-frequency sound waves that mortals could not hear.

"There is no need to panic, Crovitt, please tell us to go down and let the free church members clean up the traces left by the previous ceremony, and then come back to continue the free clinic. Just pretend that we have not discovered her behavior, but... tomorrow morning In-school activities are temporarily canceled.”

The girl named Clovette also opened her lips slightly but did not move her mouth, but her throat was also moving slightly.

"What about the prepared pigs? Should we take them away first or deal with them nearby?"

Dr. Winfress did not reply, but nodded slightly, as if answering the patient's question.

But the young girl Crovette already knew what the leader meant - take her back and keep her in captivity, waiting to be used in the next ritual.

After finishing it, I seem to be getting more and more frustrated. I originally planned to finish the Sherlock Holmes side in two chapters today, but now it's only four chapters... The plot will definitely return to Watson's side tomorrow! I swear by the light in my skull!