I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 339 The man of reinvention

The next morning, Scotland Yard, Westminster, London.

This building, which had been quite quiet in the past, still looked very deserted at the moment.

The hall, which was not spacious, was even more empty. There were only a dozen police officers busy with various paperwork.

Tobias Grayson, who has been promoted to the position of police inspector for some time, was listening to the reports of one police officer after another. He had just attended a high-level meeting, but he was a little anxious - the investigation really needed to be completed as soon as possible. The task is simply too onerous.

London is a large city, but it only has a few hundred police officers, which is difficult to deal with the current tense situation.

The unknown explosion that occurred in the factory area last night caused a series of fires. Even in such cold weather, the fire still spread to most of the factory area in a short period of time, burning down the properties of many taxpayers and tax evaders.

There must be something fishy in this case - just because this fire only burned illegal small workshops and small businesses, but not the factories in which the nobles in the city participated - except for those illegal private workshops, the people who suffered losses There are also small companies such as Bass, Nofi, and Hawke.

This can already prove that there must be some unknown manipulator behind the fire!

After all, if it is an uncontrolled natural fire, how can it deliberately avoid those corporate factories with aristocratic capital behind it, and only harm those businessmen who have just escaped from the poor class? !

So with the help of heavy snow in the early morning, the fire that burned for most of the night was extinguished.

The factory bosses looked at the few blackened old aristocratic buildings still standing among the ruins, with complicated expressions on their faces.

The onlookers, who were watching the commotion and did not take it too seriously, discussed "very cleverly" how they were so smart about the fire, and they actually knew how to avoid the assets of noble gentlemen... This must be because of the fire-fighting preparations of other factories. If we don't do it well, only aristocratic men with a long history can think about things in such a long-term way, and even take all safety precautions when opening a factory... Such an overall view is really worthy of our reflection and learning! ! !

Hearing this series of unknown conspiracy theories in the crowd, the faces of the victim bosses became increasingly ugly. They couldn't help but want to greet the boss behind the surviving factory and discuss the origin of the fire. However, when they came to the scene The only ones left were those subordinates of the nobles who should have been buried in the graves of history long ago, so that they could not find a reasonable place to vent their anger.

So the angry factory owners organized workers who had lost their jobs, women and children whose families had unfortunately been killed in the fire, and they all attacked Scotland Yard, protesting loudly and demanding that the police complete the investigation as soon as possible and give them a satisfactory answer.

After hearing about this incident, some sympathetic and compassionate members of the House of Lords immediately came to Scotland Yard and ordered the police to investigate the matter in full view of the public. They must give an explanation to the citizens of London!

Inspector Grayson not only needs to face the orders of the suddenly benevolent members of the Senate, but also needs to solve another case that has long been handed over as soon as possible - the serial murder case in East London.

The victims were all prostitutes that no one cared about, and their deaths were tragically disemboweled. Their bellies were torn and opened like slaughtered animals, but their arms were open like holy nuns.

Every time the tragic scene of a crime occurs, the first witness can't help but hold his hand against the wall and vomit.

But most of the organs exposed in the cold air were intact, as if they were slicing open the belly of a prostitute with a knife, which was just the bad taste of a murderer with great experience in dissection.

Although the victims were just flesh workers with no dignity and no backing, there were too many witnesses.

Even the secret agency, which cannot be named directly and can only be abbreviated as S.B., has been unable to completely suppress the information about this series of tragedies, which gradually spread in the East London area through word of mouth.

Those idle citizens of East London have begun to come to Scotland Yard to protest and demand that the details of the investigation be made public - God knows these shabby poor people don't even know what to eat for dinner tomorrow, so how can they find the free time to demand the arrest of the real murderer as soon as possible to protect their safety? life safety? ! Maybe you poor people will starve to death before the real culprit is arrested and imprisoned!

However, in order to maintain the reputation of public security management, Scotland Yard had no choice but to initiate an investigation into the matter. At the very least, it had to send people to visit the area around the incident to show off, and this took away the original Not enough manpower. What really troubles Grayson is the recent private sale of illegal firearms - these weapons are produced by an unknown small private workshop. The quality is not mentioned for the time being, but the price is as low as a kitchen knife.

Since gang members can use more professional and effective firearms to kill people, why bother to chop people with kitchen knives?

Scotland Yard once organized an investigation into weapons arsenals, large and small, to see if any firearms were lost - and found nothing. These arsenals themselves have strict control procedures for their own products, and they cannot be sold on the market casually. What's more, if they sell these unknown firearms at the low prices on the market, wouldn't they die at a loss?

I also communicated privately with the leaders of the big gangs - but still found nothing. The Burton Brothers also sent people to inquire about the source of these firearms, but the final results were almost the same - the investigation members were missing and their whereabouts were unknown.

Faced with such a difficult case, Grayson finally assigned the heavy responsibility of the investigation to Detective Douglas, who had a very bad relationship with his colleagues in the bureau - although this man has a very stubborn personality and often cannot listen to other people's advice. On the other hand, he is even more like a workplace idiot who has just joined the workforce. Even at the banquet where Grayson was promoted to police inspector, he excused himself from attending the banquet when Grayson was promoted to police inspector because he needed to work overtime to investigate the case.

But Grayson knew in his heart that this kid who pretended to be mature was not bad in ability.

In the entire Scotland Yard, perhaps only Grayson, Lestrade and Douglas can be called real detectives. The rest...as Miss Holmes said, they are all idiots.

Grayson took a sip of the still warm coffee. The mellow taste and slight bitterness seemed to soothe his frowning eyebrows.

He thought about the three serious cases that were currently piled up, and the only one that he could hope to solve was the illegal firearms private sale case... An investigation result must be handed over to the superiors as soon as possible, otherwise the funds for next year will be greatly reduced. .

"Let's ask Douglas about the current progress of the investigation first."

Grayson pushed open his office door and shouted to the hall outside: "Douglas! Douglas!"

"Farke, where did that guy Douglas die?!!"

A police officer in charge of paperwork replied: "Sir, Douglas should be tracking down the black market arms case during this time. He has not returned to the station for a while. I guess he must have--" today.

However, before the police officer could finish his words, a figure walked in from the door of Scotland Yard, holding a pipe in his mouth and saying: "Who is looking for me? You heard my name at the door from a long distance away."

The person who came was none other than Detective Douglas, who had died last night and his body exploded, causing a fire in the South Bank Works area.

He looked unscathed at the moment, and his mustache was neatly combed, as if everything last night was just an illusion of Yuriko, the leader of the Crazy Blade Order.

However, the South Bank Industrial Zone, which has been reduced to rubble, can prove that everything that happened last night is a real fact.

(End of this chapter)