I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 154 Betrayal
Charlotte Holmes just nodded slightly after listening to the deduction of the police detective who met for the first time, and did not express any opinions.

This makes Douglas, who is eager to get the advice of a female detective, can't help but feel a little regretful.

Charlotte just walked into the blackened sailboat and tobacco tavern silently. Her sharp eyes carefully surveyed the scene, passing by the broken oil lamps, the unnaturally overturned round table, and the dry and charred corpses. The clever brain that is different from ordinary people has quickly restored what happened at that time.

In the consciousness of the female detective, the blackened and messy tavern in front of her seemed to be reversed in time. The blackened color of the flames gradually faded, the overturned wine table stood up again, and the broken oil lamps floated. The positions were put together again, and the lights that had been extinguished began to rekindle.

At this moment, the gamblers who were whispering and discussing outside the door also separated an illusory shadow, backed up and returned to the wine table, began to shout enthusiastically, and slapped the table excitedly.

Those charred corpses also jumped to attention like jumping corpses, stepped back a few steps and went back to the bar to toast and drink - thanks to the murderer's precise marksmanship, the fire did not affect the position and posture of the corpses too much. The female detective was able to quickly restore the state of the deceased in her mind.

In her mind, the Sailboat and Tobacco Tavern seemed to have returned to the lively scene a few hours ago, the gamblers shouted and cheered loudly and drank beer, and the burly security guards leaning near the bar were just pretending to drink, but in fact But his gaze has been scanning inside and outside the tavern, always ready to beat up those unruly gamblers and resist attacks from other gangs.

However, they didn't realize that there were two professional killers who were ready to go outside the door and were gradually approaching... Maybe it was because of the heavy snowstorm last night?Or did the two killers have some way of concealing themselves?Is it the ability of the Moth Esotericists?Or pure stealth technology?
Then one of the security guards watching the field seemed to have noticed the abnormal behavior of a certain gambler, and he left the bar and walked towards the table. He was shot from outside the door while walking halfway, and the bullets were accurate. Shot right in the middle of his frontal bone, the man died before he even had time to feel the pain of the shot—the first fatality.

The other security guards who heard the gunshot reacted immediately, and they were about to draw out the revolvers on their waists to fight back. However, before they raised their guns, the black shadow representing the murderer outside the door quickly and accurately shot open. Three shots killed the three unresponsive security guards.

Afterwards, the oil lamps in the tavern were also exploded by bullets, and the sailboat and tobacco tavern fell into complete darkness—the street lights in this block had already been damaged, and there was absolutely no light on the streets at night.

Greedy and cowardly gamblers screamed and scrambled out of the tavern, some of them taking the opportunity to scoop up bet cash abandoned by other gamblers on the way-as evidenced by the completely random scattering of coins on the floor.

After hearing the series of gunshots, the other guards on the second floor picked up the oil lamps and tried to go downstairs to check the situation. They were shot dead by the murderer's black shadow lurking in the shadow of the tavern just as they showed their heads. The oil lamps in their hands were also shattered and burned. The kerosene was spilled—the charred corpse lying on the steps is the evidence.

The flames of the imaginary world are burning silently, and the female detective in the real world is also slowly walking towards the door between the back kitchen and the front hall. Standing in this position, she can see the situation in the front hall and back kitchen of the tavern at the same time.

Her light gray eyes surveyed the environment on both sides, and the sound of gunfire began to sound in her mind.

The helping hand of the Burton Brothers seemed to have come from another part of the street. They bent over and planned to sneak into the tavern quietly, but just as they entered the door, they were shot by the lurking murderer. The first bullet pierced his jaw, and the second bullet pierced his jaw. The bullet just entered his eye socket—this was the masterpiece of the second murderer, whose marksmanship was worse than that of the first murderer.

And distracted by the movement of the firefight in the front hall, the gang members in the back alley of the tavern immediately opened the door and rushed in. Perhaps limited by the dim environment, he did not attract the attention of the murderer at first, and was able to enter smoothly. The back kitchen wanted to hide behind the stove, and quietly attacked the assailant who was supposed to be hiding in the front hall from behind.

However, his smooth entry was actually a trap set by the first murderer, who had already hidden behind the stove and waited for him. The particularly obvious bullet hole on the forehead of this scorched corpse proved that he endured it at extremely close range. Bullet attack.

The other gang members who heard the gunfire immediately threw burning burst oil bottles at the back kitchen, trying to attack the first murderer while also being able to illuminate the environment of the back kitchen-this is the real spread of the sailing and tobacco tavern fire. reason.

Then a well-built gang member used brute force to dismantle the door panel of the back door as a shield, and the other three gang members followed him and entered in a column...but they didn't seem to be able to find the figure of the first murderer ?There are no warheads and shell casings left over from the fierce exchange of fire on the ground in the back kitchen.

And maybe the murderer who was hiding near the back door or somewhere else attacked outrageously, and easily chopped off three heads with one knife—since there were no traces of violent firefights at the scene, it meant that the three corpses on the ground fell in the same direction. He was killed by the first murderer before he had time to react.

That beheading of three heads in an instant, such a strong arm, such a sharp weapon... There is a certain possibility that it was done by evil esoteric followers.

The female detective approached the stove with great interest. She stared at the last charred corpse. Both of the other's arms were severed, and the incisions were as smooth as the neck sections of the three corpses... But why did the deceased die at the time? Wasn't he killed right away?But to suffer the torture of cutting off both arms?

Is it a special status?Or is the murderer planning to interrogate him for some information?
Sherlock knelt down and observed the corpse carefully. She wanted to find out the uniqueness of the other person-she had already replaced Watson as the first murderer, but if Watson deliberately kept this person Life, what is the reason for it?
As soon as she squatted down, from a low angle, she immediately noticed that there seemed to be some traces that were not caused by the fire on the wall of the stove behind the corpse.

It seems that the other party left some kind of mark before he died, and wanted to tell the Burton Brothers the identity of the attackers last night... It's a pity that these letters have been scratched by a sharp knife.

However, when the female detective squinted her eyes, making her vision a little hazy like myopia, she immediately noticed that the scratches covering the marks of the deceased seemed to be enlarged and distorted letters.

Even if these letters are recorded on paper, they are meaningless gibberish in the eyes of others.

But in the eyes of Charlotte Holmes, it contains another meaning!

This is the password Watson left me! !

He hasn't betrayed yet! ! !

(End of this chapter)