A Weird Theater That Started In London

"Do you really take any cases here?"

A middle-aged man looked at Pan Ming with a restrained face. At this moment, he held a cup and saucer in his hand and nodded silently, with an elegant attitude that he didn't care if the sky fell.

Beside him, Mi Gao, who was transferred to a Dragon Vein Warlock, was full of vigor, and he looked like a young man, not a half-sized boy. At first glance, it made people feel very reliable.

"Of course, we accept any legal entrustment, including but not limited to solving strange events involving extraordinary power." Pan Ming smiled.

As soon as the new sign was put up, customers came to the door, which is indeed a good sign.

Of course, it also reflects that the negative impact of spiritual tide recovery is getting more and more serious.

Behind the client, the blond witch fiddled with her hair boredly. As long as she didn't want to, ordinary people couldn't see her.

Fighter?

Mascot?

The witch silently pondered her position in Lu Chen's heart, but found nothing, she could only press the irritability and listen to the old man who smelled of corpse in front of her.

"Are you saying that there was a resurrection of the dead in Devon's apartment?"

Pan Ming put down the cup and saucer and became a little more serious, but it was his calm attitude that gave the client, Uncle Leesengrove, a strong sense of security. He felt that he had found the right place.

"That's right."

"I am a retired medical examiner who was in charge of a natural death case about two years ago."

rustling...

Migao was taking notes beside him.

Generally speaking, the detective agency takes over all kinds of difficult cases from the official side, and the relevant information is arranged on it, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. What's more, this case sounds very interesting. Therefore, Pan Ming intends to Next.

"The deceased was a seventy-five-year-old woman. At that time, I found a lot of old clothes covered with bugs in the room. It was so dense that it was almost impossible to breathe. The condition was very shocking."

"She was lying on the fence of the stove, wearing a dress and pantyhose, covered with bugs..."

"Obviously, the old woman was severely malnourished, emaciated and weak, and there were wounds on her legs. The stockings were stuck to the ulcers, which were all bitten by insects."

Speaking of which, Lee Sengrove was full of horror and felt his scalp tingling, because that was the scariest scene he had encountered in his thirty years of practice.

"I was thinking at the time that it took me eight lifetimes to meet that unfortunate female corpse in my jurisdiction. She was skin and bones, her hair was tangled, and it was covered with dirty things. She was like a nest of bugs!"

"After cutting the clothes, there are hundreds, thousands of bugs jumping and squirming around her chest!"

Mi Gao nodded silently, and he stopped writing for some unknown time. There were only two short lines in the sketchbook—

A seventy-five-year-old single woman died at home. Because no one was around to take care of her for a long time, the corpse was full of worms and gave off a strong stench. The neighbors couldn't help but call the police.

"Let's talk about resurrection. I'm more interested in what happened later than the cause of death and death status."

Pan Ming patted Uncle Leesengrove on the shoulder and motioned him to sit across from him and speak slowly.

"Last night, I brought my grandson to build blocks in the room, because the world is not peaceful..."

Speaking of which, the white-haired uncle couldn't help swallowing his saliva and looked up at the opposite side.

"Don't worry, we are professionals, no matter what we hear, we won't mess up."

Perhaps it was Pan Ming's calm attitude that infected Leesengrove, he let out a long sigh and said solemnly:

"In order to prevent accidents, we went to the church to ask for a few crosses, hung them on the windows and doors, and temporarily sealed the chimney..."

"Then, the family started to play building blocks with the child and put him to sleep, but the first half of the night was not over yet."

Lysengrove shivered.

"Suddenly, there was a sound from the window, as if someone was knocking on the door, the child was the closest, he opened the curtain, and the unfortunate old woman came back to life!!!"

Gu Prostitute Uncle seems a little crazy, in an era of horror rumors everywhere, the nightmare of his life knocked on the window in the middle of the night, that scene...

To be honest, Pan Ming felt some sympathy for this guy, poured a cup of hot water over there, and comforted:

"You're still alive, and she didn't cause you substantial harm, did she?"

"But she kept knocking on the window at night and let us let her in. Everyone was too scared to sleep until dawn."

"You are worried that she will go tonight, right?"

"That's right, please be sure to save us. The entrustment money doesn't matter. The neighborhood police won't accept it at all... I beg you..."

With that said, the white-haired uncle got up and prepared to kneel, but his knees were cold and he couldn't move. Pan Ming glanced at the counter and said calmly, "Just leave your address."

Hearing this, Lee Sengrove couldn't think about it, and said hurriedly, "Devon Apartment No. 13b."

Relationship 1: The client and the deceased live in the same community.

Relationship 2: The client had an intersection with the deceased and had contact with the corpse.

Relationship 3: The deceased went to the vicinity of the client's residence during the recovery phase of the spiritual tide, and harassed (crossed out) by knocking on the window, with the intention of committing murder.

After confirming the relevant matters, Pan Ming sent Lee Sengrove out of the office, and the young man also finished the final record and looked directly at Pan Ming.

"Are you interested in this case?"

"That's right."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Pan Ming's answer was unusually straightforward, which caught Mi Gao a little off guard, but what he said next made him calm down and began to answer seriously.

"What possibilities do you think this case has?"

"One, mass hysteria, their family has an illusion." Mi Gao analyzed: "Second, the situation is true, the old woman came back to life."

"Why do you think she didn't use brute force to break the window?"

"Fear the cross, or have no malicious intentions."

"Pay attention to safety, don't open the window at will, the other party may involve the level of law, only the person inside takes the initiative to open the window~www.readwn.com~ It can attack."

After exhorting one sentence, Pan Ming looked at the blond witch who was doing nothing, and instructed: "You also follow over to help."

"Oh."

There was helplessness in his voice.

If Duke was present, the witch might have said a few more words, but Pan Ming had a cold temperament, which made her subconsciously equate him with the great devil Lu Li.

……

Three thirty in the afternoon.

The sun gradually turned yellow, and the mist began to condense again, and the pedestrians began to step up their steps to return to their shelters before dark, even if it was not safe there.

Zhou Tian pressed down on the brim of his hat and came to Baker Street. He lamented that Lu Li's keen sense of smell had moved here at the very beginning and became a neighbor with Sherlock Holmes.

"What about this guy Lu Li?"

As soon as he stepped into the door, Boss Zhou saw Pan Ming sitting alone on the sofa drinking coffee. Apart from him, there was no one else in the apartment.

"I'm busy with my own business. By the way, I contact Sherlock Holmes and let him put his name in the office, so that Scotland Yard can hand over more tasks."

Pan Ming handed a cup of warm coffee over.

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