A Weird Theater That Started In London

Dark species?

It felt different from what was described in class.

Pan Ming quietly embroidered behind the black silhouette.

He rarely had access to outside information, and he didn't know that there was a deranged criminal organization eyeing the Eastern Orioles, often attacking them late at night and performing **** and bizarre religious ceremonies.

Not to mention, in the descriptions of some unscrupulous tabloids, a mysterious silhouette will appear at the crime scene, and those who get close to it will feel weak and fearful, as if their vitality has been absorbed.

However, Pan Ming's intuition told him that this thing was not ordinary.

At the same time, a strong man hiding on the roof noticed this strange scene:

The black silhouette moved in an extremely abnormal way. Behind it, there was a more hidden and transparent thing. If it weren't for his special abilities, it would be impossible to find clues.

"Pagan summons?"

Justice Johnny murmured in his heart, he knew that it was always a little weird, and it could even be said that there was no limit to the scumbag. After being inspired by some evil god, he used the method of human sacrifice to please them in order to achieve ulterior motives. Purpose.

However, how could one ritual summon two monsters?

Could it be twins?

Unbeknownst to Pan Ming, the **** above his head arranged for him a freak brother.

At this moment, he has followed the mysterious silhouette to the depths of the alley, which is the most typical structure of the slum——

Dead end.

As soon as you stepped in, there was a strong smell of blood.

A fragmented corpse was presented in front of Pan Ming. Judging from the outline of the body, the deceased should have been a very good-looking girl before her death.

And going out in this weather, it is almost certain that she is a warbler.

So, this silhouette is Jack the Ripper?

Pan Ming was stunned for a moment, this situation inevitably made him think in this direction.

However, it doesn't seem to be aggressive, it just wanders around the corpse of the nameless female without rules, and instinctively emits an ominous aura.

Because of the heavy rain, Johnny, who silently observed the crime scene, could not infer the specific time of death of the victim.

"In about half an hour."

The well-known private detective in the Eastern District thought to himself, because, according to the patrol map drawn up by Scotland Yard in advance, half an hour ago, two dark police officers in charge of night patrols should have passed by.

As long as the eyes are not blind and there is no problem with the sense of smell, the scarlet color and the smell of blood on the wet road will not be ignored.

Just thinking about it, Duke, who was integrated with the surrounding environment, took the lead in launching an attack on the silhouette, and two water arrows pierced it directly.

One of them split into a sharp object the size of a thumb at the moment when it was about to hit the mysterious object, and flew towards the unprepared Justice Johnny.

"Damn."

Johnny didn't care about hiding, and jumped from the roof. Almost at the same time, the wall exploded and the rocks hit the private detective.

There is no suspense, Pan Ming subdued the voyeur.

But the mysterious silhouette was unscathed, a water arrow comparable to a high-energy bullet. The moment it touched it, it was like a mud ox into the sea, without causing any waves.

Physical immunity?

A possibility flashed in Pan Ming's mind, and then, the silhouette standing beside the anonymous female corpse turned into a little black mist and disappeared in the rainy night.

died?

Or, escape.

Pan Ming, who came into contact with this kind of monster for the first time, was at a loss. He had realized the limitation of what he knew.

At the same time, he turned his attention to Johnny Justice.

"His."

Johnny was lying on the ground, clutching his injured lumbar spine, and said with a painful expression, "Are you a private detective invited by Scotland Yard?"

"no."

Pan Ming stared at the voyeur, paused, and then added, "What exactly is that group of things?"

mutilated limbs.

It looks messy, but in fact there are traces of incisions.

Pan Ming was preconceived and thought of Jack the Ripper, but he became more and more strange and unpredictable under the influence of the upgrade of the world.

"Probably a monster summoned by a pagan religion through a ritual."

Seeing that Pan Ming was willing to communicate, Johnny couldn't help secretly relieved, and at the same time, he secretly guessed his identity in his heart.

the other side.

The night was getting darker, and the kerosene street lamps were emitting a faint light, which made them look particularly weak among the countless raindrops.

Baker Street, 221b.

Officer Wensley took Lu Li and Duke, sat by the fireplace and made a fire, waiting silently.

Not far away, the potion experiment was coming to an end. After a busy day, with the help of his friends, Holmes finally mastered the key.

"Viscous and red."

"It exudes an unspeakable smell."

Looking at Sherlock Holmes, who looked like a mad scientist in front of him, Lu Li was a little speechless. He looked at Duke subconsciously. There should be a lot of common topics between the two, even if the fields they are involved in are different.

A few minutes later, Dr. Watson took the medicine.

Although Sherlock Holmes repeatedly asked to taste this potion that was most likely to succeed, considering that he had drank too many failed potions in one day, there might be problems with his body, so the Doctor involuntarily refused it.

Then, under the gaze of four eyes, the medium stature Dr. Watson began to swell violently. He had to thank the tailor for not using shoddy materials for his underwear.

Chest muscles and abdominal muscles, if the painter is present, they will definitely be shocked by the beauty of this kind of muscle~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Even Lu Li, after he has completely turned into a werewolf, is not as fit as him.

"How do you feel?"

Sherlock Holmes stared at his friend with anticipation on his face.

Considering the presence of guests and the fact that he couldn't find suitable clothes, Watson simply let go and answered frankly, "I can tear down the entire street."

"Of course, it may be the illusion of suddenly gaining most of the power."

When Officer Wensley saw this scene for the first time, his heart was extremely complicated. He looked at Lu Li and Duke subconsciously. Seeing their calm expressions, they didn't seem to feel anything strange, and he couldn't help but begin to doubt life:

Am I derailed from this era?

"It seems to be a success."

A smile appeared on Sherlock Holmes's face. In fact, he was not a serious person, he just didn't like to deal with strangers and hated fame and fortune.

Otherwise, how could Officer Wensley visit this mysterious collection at will, and witness the refining process of potion with his own eyes.

As for Lu Li and Duke, although it was the first time they met, Sherlock Holmes always felt that the two looked extraordinarily friendly, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Especially when he found Duke holding a pipe in his hand, his intimacy was even better.

"Wait."

Having said that, Holmes opened the wine cabinet, took out the brandy and transparent wine glasses from it, and added a few pieces of wood to the fireplace, making the living room and collection room even warmer.

"I'm going to go to the crime scene tomorrow. If nothing else happens, a murder has already happened in the East District at this time."

There was a stern and confident light in his gray eyes.