In the warm room, everyone took off their windbreakers and hung them behind the chairs, drinking and chatting.
Among them, the most leisurely person is Officer Wensley. He believes that the group of detectives in front of him can find out the truth, and he only needs to mobilize the police force to cooperate.
Suddenly, Wensley thought of something, put down his glass and said, "Mr. Holmes, can you lend me your phone?"
This is the task assigned by Duke, to investigate a small newspaper, find the so-called key witnesses, and confirm the feasibility of that newspaper.
Holmes pointed downstairs and said with a smile:
"In that little room on the first floor, of course."
Not long after, only four people were left in the large living room that had been transformed into a laboratory.
"Let's continue discussing the case, Mr. Lu Li."
With that said, Holmes put down his wine glass and looked like he was listening.
Just now, Lu Li analyzed this extremely large serial murder case from a scientific perspective. Many of his opinions were quite constructive and innovative, which was refreshing.
"If the murderer is an ordinary person, these theories of mine can be used. After all, there is no hatred without reason. Starting from criminal psychology, collecting subtle evidence, and through investigation, it is not difficult to figure out the truth, but..."
Just as he was about to kick the ball back, a roaring sound sounded.
"But the murderer is probably not an ordinary person. I am more inclined to Justice Johnny's statement. East London has been targeted by pagans and turned into a hunting ground."
Dr. Watson said in a calm tone. He knew that Lu Li and Duke had heard of this person, so he went straight to the topic without going into details, "No one would deliberately arrange more than forty corpses like that just to vent their anger. "
"Maybe it's the artist's morbid aesthetic."
It’s not that Duke is a arrogant person, he just raised a possibility to make the discussion more rigorous.
At the same time, Holmes had already drank his fourth glass. He liked to drink it all in one gulp. After swallowing the brandy, the famous detective replied:
"Yes, they may be artists, but artists can also be pagans. Their mental state is different from ordinary people, and they can often hear and think of strange things."
"What exactly are they? Those unknown entities that lure people towards corruption." Lu Li took a sip of brandy and felt the stimulation of the spicy liquid flowing through his mouth. After all, the wine provided by Mr. Detective was quite good.
"A group of things that have no concept of good and evil, are in deep sleep, and have no fixed form." Dr. Watson looked very worried, as if he was worried about something.
It is worth mentioning that he is still in giant form, which makes people lament the durability of the potion.
"The pagans accidentally glimpsed the evil god or heard his whispers, and then began to worship them crazily, regardless of whether they could get a response."
After speaking, Holmes turned his attention to those strange collections. Most of them were made by believers of the evil god. They contained incredible power and could also lure collectors into falling into the abyss.
More than once, Holmes heard incomprehensible sentences in his sleep, which seemed to be the prayers of believers, or the unconscious snoring of the evil god:
Fhtagn!EbumnaFhtagn!Hafh'drnwgah'nn'ghan'ghft!
The meaning is unclear and cannot even be fully spelled out grammatically.
However, they did not have any impact on Holmes. As usual, he still likes to spend the whole day studying potions or occultism, and occasionally walks to far away places to see the slums. of suffering.
As for lying on the sofa in the living room all day long, doing nothing and motionless from morning to night, it is even more of a routine habit.
Sometimes, Watson wonders if he has special skills to resist strange beings.
"Then where do you think we should start?"
On the sidelines, Duke looked at Holmes with stern eyes. In an unfamiliar field, it was the wisest thing to listen to the opinions of professionals.
"When the latest murder occurs, we rush to the scene as soon as possible. The dozens of previous cases no longer have much reference value."
As soon as Holmes finished speaking, Officer Wensley came up after making the phone call. Because Lu Li and others did not deliberately hide the content of the conversation, he heard a lot and said helplessly:
"Due to the weather, it was difficult to preserve the body. I could only take a quick photo and record the scene in as much detail as possible."
Hearing this, Lu Li opened his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was 3:14 in the morning. He said solemnly: "I have a hunch that a murder has already happened."
"Everyone, if you can't sleep, would you mind going to see the night view of London together?"
After hearing this proposal, Holmes immediately agreed, as did Duke, not to mention Officer Wensley. Even if the case was solved ten minutes early, Scotland Yard would be under much less pressure.
Only Dr. Watson was particularly hesitant.
It's not that he's too sleepy, or that he doesn't want to work overtime on a rainy night, but it's just that it's really inconvenient for him to travel like this.
"When does the potion lose its effectiveness?"
"I don't know. You've also read that book. There's no time limit written on it. It might be ready in a few minutes, or it might take longer."
Holmes shook his head helplessly.
As things stand, Dr. Watson is probably going to stay and look after the house, unless he doesn't mind traveling in a sheet and just a pair of underpants.
Obviously, the doctor chose the latter. He was worried that going out like this would cause unnecessary panic.
In London, especially in the East End, there is no shortage of ghost theories.
Vampires hunting in dark corners, ghosts walking through crossroads, flaming ghosts jumping like kangaroos...
If Dr. Watson went there, there might be one more thing among these strange stories:
A giant walking in the rain.
"I'm asking you to take care of this place. Many of the collections are dangerous..."
Under Lu Li's gaze, Holmes put on a peaked cap and packed his smoking utensils while talking.
Suddenly, a terrifying howl sounded in my ears.
Through the glass window, you can see three black hounds running wildly on the street, each chasing a figure.
Duke's expression was strange. The ones running away were the three younger brothers he had just recruited. They were responsible for tracking the most famous private detectives in the East District and borrowing some information.
With this posture, could it be that he stole something and was discovered by the guard dog?
"Are you done yet? Why don't you just kill the three beasts behind you?" Bai Yu was furious.
The clay figurine is quite angry, let alone the actors like them.
The pursuit from the Financial City was endless. If they hadn't cared about Lu Li's instructions, they would have taken action long ago. Of course, it did take some effort to kill these three hounds.
"Is this the Hound of Tindalos?"
At the window sill, Duke was unsure.
