big devil holmes

Chapter 3 A Detective

Metropolitan Police Headquarters, Fifth Floor, Commissioner's Office.

As the chief officer of the London Police, Lestrade is humbly bowing his head slightly at this time, trying to show respect in his smile, but because he has always been unsmiling, his expression looks more like a A weird twitch.

Facing the little old man on the sofa, he hesitated again and again, glanced at the clock on the wall from the corner of his eye, and finally said:

"My lord, Scotland Yard has been expanded four times, and the corridors and stairs are in a mess, will Miss Catherine?"

He didn't dare to say the word "lost", because it might be misinterpreted as being crazy or not thinking well.

The old man in front of him obviously didn't care so much, he just smiled and waved: "Don't worry, it should be here soon."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door of the office was pushed open, and the young woman in a strange nun's costume walked in;

Her long black hair was tied up at the back of her neck, and her eyebrows and eyes were sharp, giving her a natural pride and sternness that didn't match her age.

At this time, Director Lestrade, who was looking at him with obvious anger on his face, was uneasy.

"Did something happen?" The old man on the sofa got up and asked.

"It's nothing, I just met an uneducated bastard." Catherine closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in her heart.

The chief's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly scolded everyone in the entire police station.

Obviously I have already told you that today I am going to receive a big person, so if you see an unfamiliar face, be polite, why are there still people who don't have a brain?
"I guarantee that those who offend the sanctity of the church will be punished most severely!" he said hastily.

Catherine shook her head, not wanting to dwell on this matter any longer, she turned to look at the director, and said seriously, "Have you found a candidate?"

The chief's smile froze, and Hao Xuan didn't cry because he was so embarrassed: "Miss Catherine, although I am the chief of the London Police Department, your request...is too difficult."

In fact, it was not a big deal at first, but a perverted murderer suddenly appeared in the old city. Within half a month, he brutally murdered 12 women. After each of them was violently violated, amputation, bloodletting, internal organs They were all pulled out and chopped up and scattered all over the floor.

That's it.

In this era when "hell" invades the real plane, demons are running around, and walking at night may cause a sudden death without a whole body, it is really difficult for a serial killer to attract enough attention.

But the bad thing is, this guy seems to be killing and killing, just kill it
He was no longer satisfied with continuing to commit crimes in the lower city, but instead aimed at the upper city, and last night, he tortured and killed a beautiful lady.

In fact, if it’s just a resident of the upper city, it’s fine, the most is to increase the bounty, but it’s hard to die, the victim of the upper city is the wife of an executive officer of the Holy See!
Now it's going to be a big deal!

As we all know, after the gates of hell are opened, the Holy See has become the only hope for the continuation of the human race, whether it is the churches built in those urban areas, or the tens of thousands of fanatical war lunatics in the south who used their flesh and blood to resist the invasion of evil spirits, or the infinite The ubiquitous [Holy Light] is the last support for human beings lingering on the brink of extinction.

"Holy See, Inviolable"

Before the children can read and the world view has not yet formed, this passage has already been familiarized in their young hearts, just like the sun rises and the moon sets, it is an established rule of this world.

"I don't care what method you use." The woman's face was gloomy: "Someone killed the family members of the Holy See personnel. This is a blasphemy against the Holy Light. The murderer must be found within 24 hours."

"But, but you only gave me one place, that's okay" Chief Lestrade mustered up his courage to explain, but seeing Miss Catherine's slightly frowning brows, he quickly swallowed the rest of the words .

No way, the wife of an executive was tortured and killed. This is even more appalling than the Mayor of London's love of Japanese dogs. If it is spread, it will tarnish the supreme authority of the Holy See.

So this matter must be resolved as quickly as possible, and the fewer people who know about it, the better!
but.
Isn't it fantasy for a person to investigate a serial murder case and catch the murderer within 24 hours!
unless
unless! ! !

Director Lestrade swallowed, and thought of a name in extreme helplessness and anxiety.

The moment when an idea arises.
"Huh? Could it be that your Excellency is thinking of someone?"

The short old man in front of him spoke suddenly, under his drooping eyelids, the gray pupils were lifeless.

The director didn't know what was wrong with him, so he nodded subconsciously: "Yes, if anyone can do it, he is the only one."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly woke up, covered in cold sweat.Looking at the little old man who was always smiling in front of him, there was a hint of fear in his original respect.

The words just now were definitely not spoken according to my own wishes.

Instead, it was driven by some kind of power from the abyss.
So, this priest is not only a contractor, but also has evolved to the second stage? !
"Has anyone chosen at last?" asked Miss Catherine.

Director Lestrade clenched his hands tightly, and sweat was already dripping between his fingers. He knew that there was no point in concealing it at this time, so he could only reply anxiously: "Yes, there is such a candidate, a... private detective"

Ten minutes later, in the cell of the police station.

The old gas lamp sizzled, casting a dim light in the damp.

Several police officers were struggling to carry a huge suitcase soaked in blood. If it weren't for the weird creeps coming out of it from time to time, no one would believe that there was a person stuffed inside.

This man's pelvis was kicked to pieces, his two thighs were forced to his chest in a horrible posture, and he pressed down hard. Several ribs may have been broken, his shoulders were dislocated, and the tendons in his elbows were torn. Open, like two hemp ropes, tied in a miserable knot at the bottom of the neck.

In short, a large living person was forcibly compressed into a lump of meat, and what was even more frightening was that this person was still alive.

According to the laws of the empire, prisoners on death row do not have the right of civil litigation, so even if they are treated roughly, there is no way to justify them.

After all, these people are already being escorted to the execution ground.

But... But this is too miserable.

"Thorn--"

The zipper of the suitcase was unzipped, and there was a terrifying sound of bones rubbing against each other, followed by the sound of the lungs finally stretching.

There were no screams or calls for help, only the tiniest and inaudible moaning of misery, and that person slowly 'dribbled' out like a puddle of mud.

In front of the box, the little old man in a robe was startled, then looked at the police officers beside him, and found that they were all looking sideways, not daring to look at the man lying on the ground.

"Is that Mr. Detective you speak of always like this?"

A policeman nodded timidly.

"Yes, Lord Priest, in his words, it is more convenient to escort the prisoners like this."

At the same time, on the third floor of the police station, Commissioner Lestrade and Miss Catherine stood at the door of the lounge.

The director pointed to a sofa, and there was a man sitting there at the moment, wearing a windbreaker, with a slender figure, holding a book in his hand and reading it half asleep, like the kind of down-and-out nobleman who had lost all interest in life.

"That's the man." The director said humbly.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed the expression of the lady beside him:
"Miss Catherine, you don't seem to be looking well."

(End of this chapter)