Sherlock Holmes

Metropolitan Police Headquarters, fifth floor, Commissioner's Office.

As the top officer of the London Police Department, Lestrade was bowing his head humbly at this time, trying his best to show respect in his smile, but because he had always been unsmiling, his expression looked more like a smile. A weird twitch.

Facing the short old man on the sofa, he hesitated again and again, glanced at the clock on the wall with his peripheral vision, and finally said:

"Master Priest, Scotland Yard has been expanded four times, and the corridors and stairs are in a mess. Will Miss Catherine do it?"

He didn't dare to say the word "lost" because it might be misinterpreted as being a wanderlust or having a bad brain.

The old man in front of him obviously didn't care so much, he just smiled and waved: "Don't worry, it should be here soon."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the office door was pushed open, and the young woman wearing a weird nun's costume walked in;

Her long black hair was tied up at the back of her neck, and her sharp eyebrows naturally exuded a sense of pride and coldness that was inconsistent with her age.

At this time, Director Lestrade looked uneasy with obvious anger on his face.

"Did something happen?" The old man on the sofa stood up and asked.

"It's nothing, I just met an uneducated bastard." Catherine closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the fire in her heart.

The director's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly scolded everyone in the police station.

I have clearly told you that today I am going to receive a big shot. You should be polite when you see an unfamiliar face. How come there are still people who don’t have any brains!

"I guarantee that anyone who offends the sanctity of the church will be punished in the most severe way!" He said quickly.

Catherine shook her head, not wanting to dwell on this matter anymore. She looked sideways at the director and asked seriously: "Have you found the candidate?"

The director's smile froze, and he was too embarrassed to cry: "Miss Catherine, although I am the director of the London Police Department, your request is too difficult."

In fact, originally, it was not a big deal. It was just that a perverted murderer suddenly appeared in the old city. Within half a month, he brutally killed 12 women. Each one was violently violated, amputated, bloodied, and internal organs were removed. They were all pulled out, chopped into pieces and scattered all over the floor.

That's all.

In this era where 'hell' has invaded the real plane, demons are running around everywhere, and even walking at night may result in death with a bang, it is really difficult for a serial killer to attract enough attention.

But the bad thing is, this guy seems to be killing and getting high.

He was no longer satisfied with continuing to commit crimes in the lower city, and instead targeted the upper city, and last night, he tortured and killed a beautiful lady.

In fact, it wouldn't matter if he was just a resident of the Uptown District. The best thing to do is to increase the bounty on him, so that he can survive. This victim in the Uptown District is the wife of an executive of the Holy See!

This is going to be a big deal!

As we all know, after the door to hell was opened, the Holy See became the only hope for the continuation of the human race, whether it was the churches built in urban areas, the tens of thousands of fanatical war lunatics in the south who used their flesh and blood to resist the invasion of evil spirits, or the countless The ubiquitous [Holy Light] is the last support for mankind to survive on the edge of extinction.

"The Holy See is Sacred and Inviolable"

Before children can read and their worldview has not yet formed, this passage has become familiar to their young hearts, just like the rising sun and the setting of the moon, it is a certain established rule of this world.

"I don't care what method you use." The woman's face was gloomy: "Someone killed the family members of the Holy See. This is a blasphemy against the Holy Light. The murderer must be found within 24 hours."

"But, but you only gave me one place, that's all." Director Lestrade mustered up the courage to explain, but when he saw Miss Catherine's slightly frowning eyebrows, he quickly swallowed the rest of his words. .

There is no other way. The wife of an executive was tortured and killed. This is more shocking than the mayor of London liking Japanese dogs. If word spreads, it will tarnish the supreme authority of the Holy See.

Therefore, this matter must be resolved as quickly as possible, and the fewer people know about it, the better!

but.

Isn't it a fantasy to ask one person to investigate a serial murder case and catch the murderer within 24 hours?

unless

unless! ! !

Director Lestrade swallowed, and thought of a name with great helplessness and uneasiness.

The moment the idea comes to mind.

"Huh? Could it be that you are thinking of someone?"

The short old man in front of him suddenly spoke. Under a pair of drooped eyelids, his gray pupils were lifeless.

The director didn't know what was wrong with him, so he nodded subconsciously: "Yes, if anyone can do it, it's only him."

As soon as the words came out, he suddenly woke up and broke into a cold sweat. Looking at the short old man who was always smiling in front of him, there was a hint of fear in the original respect.

What I said just now was definitely not what I said according to my own wishes.

Rather, it was driven by some kind of power from the abyss.

So, this priest is not only a contractor, but also has evolved to the second stage? !

"Has someone finally chosen?" Miss Catherine asked.

Director Lestrade clenched his hands tightly, and sweat had already appeared between his fingers. He knew that there was no point in hiding it at this time, so he could only respond nervously: "Yes, there is such a candidate, a... private detective"

Ten minutes later, in the police cell.

The old gas lamp sizzled, reflecting dim light in the dampness.

Several police officers were struggling to carry a huge suitcase soaked with blood. If it weren't for the weird squirming that came from inside, no one would have believed that there was a person stuffed inside.

According to the laws of the empire, death row prisoners do not have the right to litigate as citizens, so even if they are treated roughly, there is no way to deal with them.

After all, these people are already being escorted to the execution ground.

But...but this is too miserable.

"Stab it————"

The zipper of the suitcase was opened, and there was a horrifying sound of bones rubbing against each other, followed by the sound of breathing as the lungs finally relaxed.

There were no screams or pleas for help, only the most inaudible miserable moans, and the man slowly dripped out like a puddle of mud.

In front of the box, the short old man in a robe was startled, then looked at the police officers aside and found that they all looked sideways, not daring to look at the man lying on the ground.

"Does the Mr. Detective you talk about do this every time?"

A police officer nodded timidly.

"Yes, Lord Priest, he said it is more convenient to escort the prisoners this way."

At the same time, on the third floor of the police station, Director Lestrade and Miss Catherine stood at the door of the lounge.

The director pointed to a sofa, where a man was sitting. He was wearing a windbreaker and had a slender figure. He was reading a book in his hand as if he was sleeping, like a down-and-out aristocrat who has lost all interest in life.

"That's the person." The director said humbly.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed the expression on the lady beside him:

"Um, Miss Catherine, you don't seem to look well."