I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 155
After the distorted scratches are turned 170 degrees clockwise, and the width is reduced by 70.00%, and the height is reduced by [-]%, two letters with unknown meanings are obtained, and after the translation by the female detective, a short message can be obtained.

"The next place."

Looking at the translation suspended in her mind, Charlotte Holmes suddenly felt a little dumbfounded. Even though she was always indifferent to emotions, the corners of her mouth curved upwards inadvertently at this moment.

Douglas and X211, whose pseudonym Alvette, stood next to the female detective. One of them was to fulfill the duties of an assistant, and the other was to learn from the great detective.

Both of them are not ordinary people, and their observation skills are quite keen. Naturally, they also noticed the scratches under the stove, but they couldn't find any useful clues at the first time, only thinking that it was the victim's last words destroyed by the murderer.

But it wasn't until they found that the female detective showed a fleeting smile looking at the scratch that they began to doubt themselves-could there actually be clues to the murderer hidden behind this random scratch?

The two turned to focus on the scratch, but looked left and right, and couldn't see any useful clues after hard thinking.

This scratch blade is balanced and powerful, and it is completely impossible to tell whether the user is left-handed or right-handed.Moreover, under the cover of the scratches, the original letters cannot be seen at all. Even if you try to guess the letters with similar shapes, you can't get a result.

Apparently, the cunning murderer first smeared and modified a few strokes on the original last words of the deceased, and then carved scratches, so that the original intentions of the deceased were completely covered up!
Douglas and Alwitt looked at each other, and they saw the same confusion in the eyes of the stranger in front of them—can't you see it too?Yes, I can't see it either.

The female detective who got the answer she wanted stood up. She ignored the two young men who were already in a brainstorm, and went straight to the door.

The logistics officer and detective assistant of the Anti-Suppression Bureau immediately chased after him, leaving only the police detective of Scotland Yard in place.

Douglas actually wanted to ask the female detective what clues did you find?But the pride and self-esteem in his heart does not allow him to admit defeat in detective work, even if he knows in his heart that the other party's detective skills are far superior to his own - but if he just waits for the results of other people's investigations every time, instead of doing it himself If you use your brain to think, no matter how sensitive your brain is, it will rust sooner or later.

He decided to stay at the scene first and deduce the clues that the female detective had deduced in an instant.

Miss Charlotte had left in her carriage, and Douglas could finally take out his pipe, light the tobacco in the pipe bowl, take a deep breath and let the acrid smoke circulate in his lungs before exhaling, perhaps nicotine The effect of it lifted his spirits a little.

The smoke rose from his mouth and dazzled the police detective. He couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, and saw that the seemingly chaotic scratches seemed to start to change their appearance. In the blurred field of vision... it looks like a drunk person's scribbles, or a child's sketches when he first went to school, drawing Arabic numerals into pictographic patterns.

Those are the sharp elephant ears, the big goose about to spread its wings, and the little snake that meanders!
"3, 2, 5? What exactly does this mean? Is it a crime warning left by the murderer?"

Douglas couldn't figure it out, racking his brains but couldn't deduce the answer—at this moment he deeply felt the scarcity of his knowledge reserves, and sure enough, he was still too ignorant, so he really read more books to enrich his knowledge.

"Well—forget it, I'd better go back and read this week's "Illustrated London News" first. The illustrations in it are vivid and vivid, and they are the most suitable source of knowledge for me at present!"

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Charlotte Holmes had already gone to the place where the second case happened—that is, Burton Harbor two blocks away—according to the information of the Anti-Suppression Bureau Daily.

This is actually a private port belonging to Ottavio Burton, and it will not be open to the public at all. Even Scotland Yard does not know that there was a murder here last night, and the deceased was Jack, who was quite influential in the Burton Brothers.

At this time, the iron gates entering and exiting the port area were tightly locked, and several guards with bulging waists and guns were standing guard beside the gate, sizing up every passerby who intended to approach with fierce eyes, like a group of hungry The jackal is watching the immature little white rabbit.It seems that as long as the faceless guys dare to approach the port, they will immediately open their bloody mouths and show their sharp minions, so that the intruders can see with their own eyes how their brains are stuffed into their intestines!
Therefore, the female detective did not approach rashly—after all, according to the information from the intelligence team of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, all the cases that happened here last night were all caused by the murderer using a sniper rifle at the port.

She doesn't need to go directly into the port area, she just needs to scout around the commanding heights for a while.

So the female detective began to investigate from the distant buildings one by one. When she reached the roof of the fourth poor apartment building, she finally found a trace of suspicious traces on the railing wall of the roof.

There was a blizzard last night, and now there is a thin layer of unmelted snow on the roof.

But Charlotte has just been to other buildings in the area, and she can see at a glance that the snow here is not so smooth compared to other places. It looks like when the snowflakes fell, someone once Appeared here, preventing the normal accumulation of snowflakes.

And most importantly, she found faint traces of iron chains on the wall of the stairwell on the roof. Obviously, someone recently tied the iron chains here, and quickly fell from the roof to the ground through the method of rope descent... This is indeed true. Much like Watson's style.

The female detective leaned closer and carefully observed the wall of the stairwell. There was a long gray-black mark on the surface of the dark red masonry, which was the mark left by metal scratches.

Charlotte kept circling around the outside of the stairwell, and then stopped at the corner. She stared intently at the gray and black horizontal line in front of her eyes, and shouted to Alwitt without looking back: " lamp."

The operative of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, who had been a detective assistant for three months, was quite familiar with Miss Holmes's style, and carried many necessary small items with him. He took out a small lantern from his backpack and lit it, and delivered it to the opponent.

Charlotte took the lantern and pointed the bright yellow light at the wall in front of her, and saw that inside this obvious gray-black trace, there were extremely inconspicuous tiny scratches hidden, which were three random graffiti-like scratches. The general disordered symbols, but after her translation, the following explanation can be drawn.

"Sunday, Holborn, old drunkard."

Charlotte looked at the message that only she and Watson could understand, and smiled silently.

(End of this chapter)