A Weird Theater That Started In London

In the warm room, everyone took off their windbreakers, hung them behind the chairs, and chatted while drinking.

Among them, the most leisurely person is the police officer Wensley. He believes that the group of detectives in front of him can find out the truth, and he only needs to deploy 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 those so-called key witnesses, and confirm how credible the newspaper is.

Sherlock Holmes pointed downstairs and smiled:

"Of course, in the cabin on the first floor."

Not long after, in the large living room transformed into a laboratory, there were only four people left.

"Let's continue to discuss the case, Mr. Lu Li."

Having said that, Holmes put down the wine glass and put on a look of listening intently.

Just now, Lu Li analyzed this large-scale serial murder case from a scientific point of view. Many of the statements are quite constructive and innovative, which is refreshing.

"If the murderer is an ordinary person, these theories of mine can be used. After all, there is no hatred for no reason. Starting from criminal psychology, collecting subtle evidence, and figuring out the truth, it is not difficult to find out the truth, but..."

Just as he was about to kick the ball back, a rumbling sound rang out.

"But the murderer is probably not an ordinary person. I am more inclined to the argument of Justice Johnny. 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 they didn't go into details, and went straight to the topic, "No one would deliberately play with forty or more corpses like that in order to vent their anger. "

"Maybe it's the artist's morbid aesthetic."

It's not Duke's gangster, he just raised a possibility to make the discussion more rigorous.

At the same time, Holmes had already had his fourth cup, and he liked to drink it all down. After swallowing the brandy, the famous detective replied:

"Yes, it may be an artist, but an artist can also be a pagan. Their mental state is different from that of ordinary people, and they can often hear and think of some strange things."

"What exactly? Those unknown beings that lure people into depravity." Lu Li took a sip of brandy and felt the irritation of the spicy liquid passing through his mouth. One thing to say, the wine provided by Mr. Detective was quite good.

"A group of things that have no concept of good and evil, fall into a deep sleep, and have no fixed form." Dr. Watson looked preoccupied, as if he was worried about something.

It is worth mentioning that he is still in the form of a giant, and one cannot help but sigh about the durability of the potion.

"The pagans accidentally glimpsed the evil gods, or heard his ravings, and then began to worship them frantically, regardless of whether they could get a response or not."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock Holmes turned his attention to those strange collections, most of which came from the hands of the followers of the evil god. They contained incredible power, and at the same time, they could lure collectors into the abyss.

More than once, Holmes heard incomprehensible sentences in his sleep, which seemed to be believers praying, or maybe the unconscious snoring of evil gods:

Fhtagn!EbumnaFhtagn!Hafh‘drnwgah‘nn‘ghan‘ghft!

It doesn't mean anything, and you can't even spell it out grammatically.

However, they did not have any effect on Sherlock Holmes. As usual, he still likes to spend the whole day studying potions or the occult, and occasionally walks far away to see the slums of suffering.

As for lying on the sofa in the living room all day, from morning to night, doing nothing and staying still, it is a normal habit.

Sometimes, Watson wondered if he possessed special skills to resist strange beings.

"Then where do you think we should start?"

On the side, Duke looked at Sherlock Holmes with burning eyes. In unfamiliar fields, it is the smartest way to listen to the opinions of professionals.

"When the latest murder case occurs, we will rush to the scene as soon as possible. The dozens of cases in the past have little reference value."

Sherlock Holmes had just finished speaking when Officer Wensley, who had finished the phone call, came up. Because Lu Li and the 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 corpse, so we had to take a picture in a hurry and record the scene in as much detail as possible."

Hearing this, Lu Li opened his pocket watch and glanced at the time. At 3:14 in the morning, he said solemnly, "I have a hunch that the 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, Sherlock Holmes immediately agreed, as did Duke, not to mention Officer Wensley. Even if the case was solved ten minutes earlier, the pressure on Scotland Yard would be much less.

Only Dr. Watson, he was extraordinarily hesitant.

It's not that he's too sleepy, and it's not that he doesn't want to work overtime on rainy nights, but it's really inconvenient for him to travel like this.

"When did the potion lose its effectiveness?"

"I don't know, you have read that book too. There is no time limit written on it. It may be just a few minutes later, or it may take a longer time."

Holmes shook his head helplessly.

As things stand now~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Dr. Watson is probably going to stay to watch the house, unless he doesn't mind going out with only a pair of underwear on.

Obviously, the doctor chose the latter, and he was worried that going out like this would cause unnecessary panic.

In London, especially in the East End, there is no shortage of market for ghosts.

Vampires hunting in dark corners, ghosts traveling at crossroads, burning ghosts jumping like kangaroos...

If Dr. Watson goes, there may be one more of these strange stories:

A giant walking in a rainstorm.

"I'll ask you to take care of it here. Many collections are dangerous..."

Under Lu Li's gaze, Sherlock Holmes put on a peaked cap and packed his smoking set while talking.

Suddenly, a terrifying howl rang in his ears.

Through the glass window, you can see three black hounds running wildly on the street, each chasing a figure.

Duke had a strange expression. The three young brothers he had just hired were running away. They were responsible for tracking down the most famous private detectives in the East District, and by the way, borrowed some information.

In this posture, could it be that he was stealing something and was discovered by the hospital dog?

"Is it over? Why don't you just kill the three beasts behind you." Bai Yu was anxious.

The clay figurines still have three points of anger, not to mention their actors.

They chased after them all the way from the Financial City, endlessly. If they weren't hesitant about Lu Li's advice, they would have already started. Of course, it would take some effort to kill these three hounds.

"Is this the Hound of Tindalos?"

By the windowsill, Duke was uncertain.