I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 536 Urgent
Pendragon is the center of Britannia, its capital, and its political and economic center.

So naturally, this is also the location of the headquarters of many newspapers, and the reporters here are also the best of the best.

Apparently, Gregson gradually became overwhelmed by the verbal quarrels of these elite reporters, and even began to stutter when speaking.

But soon, he saw Sherlock coming here with two people, and he shouted as if he saw a savior.

"Sherlock."

Before the reporters could react, Sherlock, Watson and others immediately opened the warning and took them inside.They sped up, almost as if they had pressed the accelerator button.

Gregson's smile stopped immediately.

And reporters from all around also rushed over again.

"Sorry, I have some more important things to do. You can go ask the other detectives."

Struggling to get away from the annoying reporters, Gregson followed right in.

The reporters clearly had some unfinished questions and actually wanted to follow up.

But as the ground trembled, several tall police mechas stood in front of them.

The mechas used by the police are actually mechas that have been retired from the front line. They have been repainted and put into use by the police. The tall and burly mechas have many traces of battlefields, which also adds to the evil spirit.

Looking at the huge muzzle hanging low, the reporters were very wise and did not go in again.

The layout of Nisock's apartment was very similar to 221b Baker Street where they lived.

There is a wooden staircase at the entrance, with old wallpaper all around. Because it is an old building, the windows are very small, so there is very little sunlight coming in, so it looks very eerie.

Go up the stairs to the second floor. When you enter the door, you can see the apartment's open kitchen and the living room connected to the kitchen.

It seemed like no one had been here for a long time. The red carpet was covered with dust and even turned dark red.

The coffee table and sofa were also covered with a layer of dust, and there was a large piece of mold on the wallpaper. It seemed that it was not very waterproof.

And the poor victim just lay on the carpet under the sofa.

This is a woman, wearing a very decent pink woolen coat, a matching hat, and a pair of flesh-colored stockings.

She was lying face down, her face was equally ferocious. Although she looked much better than the previous deceased, it could be said that there was no beauty at all under such a ferocious face.

Sherlock knelt down and inspected it carefully, then stood up slowly, "It's almost the same as a dead man."

Gregson came over and said, "I have asked someone to check this person's identity and see if we can find out the relationship between these deceased people."

"There is no network, I have already checked." Sherlock said, "The murderer is a taxi driver and drives a Scarab."

"Where did you know that?" Gregson said in confusion.

"My assistant will tell you everything." Sherlock looked at Watson, "Go and explain to him."

Watson was stunned, "Explanation?"

"Tell him what I told you last night. I don't want to waste unnecessary time." Sherlock looked at Gregson.

Watson shrugged, then pulled Gregson aside and began to explain what happened last night, but he concealed Locke's presence.

Sherlock and Locke came to the body together and lowered their voices and said, "How did you find that person before?"

"A tracking spell that can only determine the general direction." Locke murmured in a low voice, "I also found that person when I sensed the devil's breath."

Sherlock's eyes flashed with unknown light, and he fell into deep thought.

Gregson walked over from one side and was about to speak when he heard Sherlock say.

"Shut up, it's noisy." "I haven't spoken yet?" Gregson said confusedly.

"You're about to say it," Sherlock replied, looking at the corpse.

Gregson pursed his lips speechlessly, "If you had informed us last night, maybe we could have caught that person."

"Judging from the rigor mortis of the body, the crime occurred at least between nine and eleven o'clock last night. At that time, the taxi driver had just escaped our pursuit."

Sherlock looked at Gregson, "Do you think he has the time?"

Gregson frowned, "What do you mean?"

"'They' have expanded." Sherlock murmured in a low voice, "Maybe it was early in the morning, or maybe it was recently that there was one more murderer in this suicide case."

"Things are getting more and more troublesome." Gregson frowned.

"Trouble?" Sherlock shook his head, "I think it's getting clearer and clearer. Smart people are always lonely, because there are always a few smart people in this world, and no one can find a satisfactory assistant. A serial murder case This is especially true for the murderer. Having one more idiot assistant will only increase the risk of exposure.

What I'm more concerned about is the purpose of asking him to rather suffer the risk of exposure than find an assistant to help. "

"what?"

"I used to think that his motive for killing was for pleasure, because these deceased people had no connection. The city was his hunting ground, and he was a hunter walking in this hunting ground. But now, I have another guess. .”

Sherlock looked at Locke, his eyes dancing with a strange light.

“He has some kind of mission, maybe he is also doing it for pleasure, but there is also something that is driving him.

The reason why he wanted to find an assistant was because he was running out of time.

Because there is another hunter who specializes in hunting him in this hunting ground. "

He looked at Gregson, "You go and notify your people. According to my guess, do a big screening of taxi drivers in the entire imperial capital. I remember that all taxi drivers have to register, right? "

"Yes." Gregson's eyes lit up, "I'll deal with it right away!"

"Close the door and don't let anyone in until I call you!" said Sherlock.

Gregson was used to Sherlock's attitude. He turned and left, closing the door.

When the room became quiet, Sherlock looked at Locke.

"Is there anything else you haven't said?"

"What?" Locke was a little confused.

"His purpose." Sherlock said, "You said there is a devil behind him, so what is the purpose of the devil asking him to kill these people?"

Locke thought for a while, "According to common sense, the devil chooses an agent to do evil in the world, usually for the sake of human souls."

"Is there such an obvious serial murder case as now?" Sherlock asked.

Locke shook his head, "No, the devil's agents are very precious. They usually keep a low profile and harvest souls, killing one person in one place and then changing to another place, because it's not just us who are tracking them, there is another group that is more powerful. power."

He frowned, and it seemed that he did feel a little strange, "It seems a little strange to be so high-profile these days."

"He is very urgent." Sherlock slowly grinned and said excitedly.

"They must have something urgent to achieve...

Things that are accomplished by killing people..."

(End of this chapter)