I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 26 Investigator Charlotte Holmes
The night was as black as ink, and the street lights in East London were always on and off.

A lantern reflected the dirt path of the courtyard below, and the shallow traces that were difficult to observe in the daytime appeared uneven in the interlacing of light and darkness at this moment.

It's a pity that after being trampled by fire engineers, medical staff, greedy people who are looking for something of value...and herself, it is difficult to distinguish useful clues on the dirt road.

The clean white gloves pressed against the scorched door panel, immediately stained with a layer of stains that were difficult to wash off.

Roasted in the fire until the bridges of the dry and cracked door panels made creaking sounds, several rats attracted by the faint smell of meat in the ruins screamed and fled.

The air was filled with a strange smell, like barbecue and coal, like red wine and oak, more like rotten flowers and fruits.

The leather boots stepped on the wooden floor, and the light of the lantern illuminated the way forward.

Even when the light orange light collided with the flames and thick smoke, it could not completely cover the true color of the brass, reflecting a little bit of yellow and stern light.

Those were Watson's usual bullet casings.

The female detective squatted down and carefully observed the distribution of the bullet casings. Maybe it was the air expansion caused by the high temperature that caused the storm, or maybe a certain detective assistant who did not tell the truth concealed the details of the incident... The location of the bullet casings has shifted, because Its distribution range is uneven, not in line with logic and common sense.

But she could still deduce from it roughly where the shell casings had fallen.

The female detective stood up with a hunched back, as if her back and spine had just been injured so that she couldn't stand upright. She stretched out her right arm and held it in the palm of her hand like a gun.

The index finger is bent inward, the thumb is pulled down, the arm is slightly raised, and the shoulder is slightly moved back, as if the gun is really held and fired in the palm.

No, no, no... The female detective shook her head lightly. At this time, she shouldn't stay where she is with her feet still. The target won't just stand and be beaten, and Watson also specified that she should be beaten while walking, so as not to waste any time.

She moved slowly from side to side as if dodging, her figure swayed past ballistic trajectories that only existed in reverie—the trajectory of the projectile she deduced from the fragments of objects scattered on the ground under her feet.

The arm holding the gun also swings accordingly, bending the index finger from different directions as if pulling the trigger, and flipping the wrist when firing eight rounds in a row, the virtual bullet casing pops out of the imaginary revolver magazine, falls to the ground and emits a non-existent There was a tinkling sound.

As if a certain tall and thin figure overlapped with the female detective, she followed his movements, as if she could feel what he knew and think what he thought!
After a while, the female detective stopped the simulation, and a large number of virtual bullet casings derived from consciousness fell all over the ground, which seemed to be highly consistent with the position of the little yellow light on the floor... If this is the case, it seems to prove Watson's statement.

But she also has doubts. There are so many bullet casings. If you just hold the gun with one hand, it will take a lot of time to replace the magazine...How could the distorted Harris miss such a good opportunity?
The female detective looked forward at the huge, headless and charred corpse with four arms lying on the ground. The head of the other party seemed to have been buried by the collapsed wall.

Next to the headless corpse is a broken stone fireplace and the remains of a broken dining table. Even though the dining table burst in flames, there is still a relatively complete table board covering the triangular area between the fireplace and the wall... According to Watson, he was crouching inside to avoid the thick, three-finger-wide dining table.

She looked around to find the deadly weapon...or it should be said that it was the weapon of last resort in Watson's mouth-two cavalry knives, but she couldn't find anything after searching the ruins, perhaps they had already been picked up by treasure hunters.

She lay down on the ground and approached her cousin's corpse. The light from the lantern shone on the cross-section of the severed neck. The charred flesh and blood at the incision were slightly uneven, but upon closer inspection, one would find that the section looked like a series of high and low steps, like high and low. There are some but at least every step is smooth.

The female detective seemed to be able to see the figure slashed down one after another, and it took a lot of effort to decapitate her cousin.

At present, it seems...the fatal injury was indeed as Watson said, because Harris continued to struggle, he swung his knife several times to successfully cut off the head.

As for other injuries, the female detective looked at the incision wound on her cousin's belly that seemed to have been torn apart. The wound was so deep that it went straight into the abdominal cavity, and the wound was so wide that half of the large intestine fell out. As for the intestines, they were thrown far away, just like the broken string of a kite.

After a rough autopsy, it seems that there is little difference from Watson's statement, except...why is the wound on the neck so close to the shoulder, and the cross section is almost in a straight line with the shoulder?

If Harris was constantly struggling and rolling, shouldn't it be aimed at the middle area to swing the knife to ensure a better hit rate?

Did Watson swing the knife again afterwards to cause such injuries, or was it really as he said... The female detective didn't know, and it was difficult to reconstruct the scene that had been burned by the flames. She couldn't deduce it!

The female detective is actually struggling in her heart. On the one hand, Watson is her assistant and saved her own life in the Lance case, so she shouldn't have any doubts about him.

But she is born with a deep desire to pursue and explore the truth of things, which is a nature that she cannot change or suppress.

Innate rationality and acquired sensibility, trust and suspicion... These opposing traits and thoughts seemed to set off a fierce struggle in her mind, and the aftermath of the struggle seemed to tear her spirit in two like a knife attack.

I thought that the investigation site could calm down my dispute, but seeing the evidence seemed to be consistent with and contradicted what Watson said, the two voices in her head were also arguing more and more fiercely, and the arguments seemed to overturn her head .

"Isn't this almost the same as what Watson said? Even if there is a slight discrepancy, it is logical. How could Watson lie to us?"

"This scene is full of doubts! Watson must have concealed something! Even this seemingly reasonable scene is likely to be fabricated by him later. He is simply faking it! He is destroying evidence! He is covering up the truth!! !"

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The female detective frowned and fell into deep thought.

At this time, she suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the shadows behind the house, she immediately turned her head to look vigilantly, the beam of light from the lantern also shone through, and her other hand was already on the firearm at her waist.

"Who!"

The light illuminated a familiar face, as well as the two strings of particularly striking pearl necklaces.

"Don't get excited, Miss Holmes, it's I—Natalia."

A special investigator from the Anti-Suppression Bureau came out from the shadow of the trees behind the house. Her pupils reflected the light, but it seemed to be brighter than the light.

Natalia glanced at the charred fat corpse on the ground, and said worriedly:
"It's another supernatural event. It's been less than a week."

"Miss Holmes..." She looked up at the female detective who met at the scene of the incident for the second time, and said, "I really don't know whether you should be called lucky or unlucky, to have come into frequent contact with the mysterious world in a short period of time." The events associated with it — that's not a good thing."

"It seems that you have established some inexplicable and inextricable connection with strange things, like the mutual attraction between magnets, maybe you will never be able to escape the influence of mysterious things in the rest of your life .”

The female detective was about to refute, but what you said was not accurate enough. In a magnet, only the positive and negative poles attract each other, while the same poles repel each other.

But Natalia Long went on to say:
"Why don't you join our anti-suppression bureau? With your ingenuity, you will definitely help us break through the mysterious atmosphere that has been hanging over London!"

"I am willing!"

　I didn't expect to be brushed off in the first round...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)