I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 355 Dismissal and Convocation

Charlotte Holmes' answer was not an answer at all.

But everyone present was well-informed, and they all knew that Ms. Charlotte, who looked more like a vase than a detective, had the distinguished surname Holmes, and was an uncle and nephew to the host of the meeting, Mr. Jack. relation.

Therefore, everyone was humane and did not show any disdain or doubt. Their faces were very calm, but there was a trace of pure doubt in their eyes, like students waiting for the teacher's answer.

The female detective obviously also knew that most of the people present secretly criticized her a lot, believing that she was able to be promoted to a fifth-level special investigator in just a few months solely because of her family background.

Even though she has participated in the completion of two major cases and countless smaller cases, she is still considered by others to be a mere name-dropper, and it must be someone else who actually gets things done!

But Charlotte never uttered a word to refute.

A good person has few words, while an impetuous person has many words - this is the truth she has learned from ancient Eastern philosophy.

The female detective paused slightly, then explained:

"I have indirectly dealt with this 'professor' once in a previous case."

"Although I have never met him formally, based on his performance in the Crossroads Order case, my assessment of him is: elusive."

"This professor, his behavior is completely the most typical of the moth phase cultists, and he is also the most crazy and unreasonable type of supernatural criminal!"

"What he seeks is definitely not just power and knowledge, nor is it simply spreading chaos and unrest."

"Behind this series of events, there must be another terrible conspiracy hidden...but it may not necessarily happen in seven days as the letter says."

"According to my personality profile of the professor, his personality must be mixed with a bit of self-righteous and bad humor."

"Just as today's letter announced that the game has truly begun, in the previous cases I dealt with him, the professor also left a message telling me that the game has just begun... He seems to be more willing to call his series of hacks a game. Human conspiracy.”

"He seemed to be looking for a comparable opponent... Before that, I had thought of a possibility. Maybe this professor also had the ability to fight, so he tried to find a suitable enemy... and what happened today The riots in the House of Lords further proved this point.”

"But in fact, according to my inference, this letter is most likely just another fraud committed by the professor on us!"

"If we rashly believe this matter and stay on guard for the next seven days, we are very likely to fall into the opponent's trap... After the incident in the House of Lords during the day, the news that there is a real monster in the city will inevitably be revealed in private Spread rapidly."

"And if we implement a warning in the city at this time of panic, it will confirm the unknown suspicions in the hearts of the people in disguise, which will only intensify the fear in the hearts of the citizens."

"There are nearly two million people in the entire London. Even if only a small part of the citizens feel fear and uneasiness, then such a large-scale panic will inevitably make the professor's belief in the supernatural god grant extremely terrifying power... At that time, we will It helps the professor become more and more powerful!"

"Therefore, I suggest that we must not easily believe the professor's message."

"Instead of being prepared for another incident that may happen next, I think our immediate priority is to erase the impact of the riot in the House of Lords."

"But it can't just be the usual public opinion control. Instead, we can arrange a series of magicians to restore the disguise of the monsters, and then inform the citizens by revealing the details of the magic show... These so-called monsters are just disguises. .”

The female detective was still preparing a series of plans to erase the impact of the House of Lords incident, but before she could even spit it out, Uncle Jack on the stage had already waved his hand to signal her to pause.

"Charlotte, you've gone off topic."

"The topic of this meeting is 'How to arrest the real culprit behind recent incidents', not 'How to reduce the impact of this series of incidents.' There are other more professional people in the bureau who are responsible for this content. It is not for you to appease people's hearts. Something to worry about.”

"I summoned you here to tell you that the incident in the House of Lords has attracted great attention from above. Even the Queen has personally intervened in the matter despite her busy schedule."

"A fatal order has been issued from above, requiring us to make effective work progress within a seven-day deadline!"

"Even if the true identity of the culprit professor cannot be discovered, at least the Ripper of the Whitechapel massacre must be arrested and brought to justice!"

"Yes, you heard it right. The queen's request is just that simple. It doesn't even require us to arrest the professor."

Old Jack snapped his fingers again, and the projection equipment on the ceiling immediately switched to another picture, which was a map of the countries and regions of Europa.

But this map of Europa is marked with many shocking photos and bright red text.

[The Great Chicago Fire in the United States in 1871 burned houses and killed more than people. 】

[The picture is a realistic oil painting: The buildings in Chicago have been reduced to huge burning torches. Panic-stricken citizens crowded on the bridge and took horse-drawn carriages to escape the blazing city. 】

There is just a burning building somewhere in the corner of the oil painting. There is a hard company sign in the sea of ​​​​fire that has not been completely burned. The English word of its company name is vaguely visible - PROF.

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[1875 Anti-Semitic riots in Germany killed thousands of Jews. 】

[The accompanying picture is a black and white photo: a broad street is filled with blood, and the ground is covered with the corpses of Haredi believers wearing black felt hats and long black coats. At the end of the street, a group of people waving torches and rifles can be vaguely seen. Rush to the next place. 】

On a ruined wall somewhere in the corner of the street in the photo, it seems that someone has used blood to depict an English word - PROF.

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[In 1878, there was the Red Shoe Incident in the village of Vézelay, France, where four hundred people died of exhaustion and blood loss after dancing to the point of exhaustion. 】

[The accompanying picture is a black and white photo mixed with dark red: the ancient St. Madeleine Church hanging alone on the top of the mountain is filled with dancing villagers and priests, their blurry faces filled with extremely fanatical enthusiasm Laughing maniacally, blood gushed down from their seven-orificed springs and gathered into large pools of blood, causing their dancing shoes to be dyed crimson. 】

The stained glass window at the top of St. Madeleine Church seems to have several fragments with extremely strong colors. If you squint at the right angle and squint, you can seem to see those mottled color fragments converging into an English word - PROF.

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And these horrifying pictures are all connected by bright red threads. These intricate bright red threads like spider webs finally converge at the top of the map of Europa, which seems to be the origin of all these horrific events. There is only a hand-drawn portrait of a thin back in that position, but the artist of this sketch is also very good. He uses messy and mottled lines to outline the back with a weird and crazy feeling, which makes people feel inside at a glance. I don't even feel particularly depressed.

And underneath the portrait is written the code name of the culprit of these horrific incidents, PROF, which is Professor.

Old Jack looked around the conference room and saw the same shock and surprise on the young and mature faces.

He nodded heavily, "Yes, you read that right, the masterminds behind these horrific incidents are all professors."

"This is not the first time that the code name Professor has appeared in the world."

"This was originally highly sealed confidential information that was only circulated among the leadership of supernatural agencies in various countries. However, due to the current critical situation, the leadership of the agency has decided to make this information public to everyone."

"You must know that even in the bloody and cruel hidden world, the word professor symbolizes madness and destruction!

"Every time this codename appears, it will inevitably be accompanied by an unreasonable and terrifying supernatural event."

"As of last month, the professor's criminal trail has spread all over the world's civilized countries, even as far away as the United States in North America."

"And now, this extremely dangerous criminal has begun to extend his evil minions to the British Empire and the greatest country in the world!"

"We will never allow him to run amok in this land! The glory of the empire will never be tarnished by these evil spirits!!!"

Old Jack waved his arms excitedly, as if his blood was boiling with enthusiasm for his heroic words, but in fact, his heart was still as cold as before... He knew that the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets had long lost its former glory.

The professor who had always been afraid of invading in the past, but now dares to declare war on a grand scale is the best proof that the Empire on which the sun never sets has declined... The current Anti-Suppression Bureau is no longer the domineering Anti-Suppression Bureau twenty years ago.

The people below were also applauding very enthusiastically at this moment, but no one knew what kind of thoughts the colleagues sitting next to them had in their hearts.

Old Jack looked at the hypocritical performance of these young people and suddenly felt a little tired and bored. He pressed his hand to signal everyone to stop clapping and making noise.

Then a serious and serious expression appeared on his face, and he solemnly announced: "Now I will assign you the tasks you need to be responsible for next."

He directly named the people in order of their seats.

"Spencer, you continue to investigate the sources of black market firearms."

"Although the contents of the letter may not be completely credible, it is at least extremely possible that a small part of the firearms were distributed by the professor himself...A team of extermination soldiers and advisors were sent to Spencer to fully assist him. Investigative work.”

With a look of joy on his face, Spencer suddenly stood up from his seat and responded eagerly: "Copy that!"

Old Jack nodded slightly and continued to look at the next special investigator.

"Natalia, you have better connections in the hidden world of the city. Go talk to the Black Crow siblings and see if there are any suspicious rumors in the underground world of London recently."

"Although they have registered safety guarantees with the bureau, they are still part of the Hidden Ones Order after all. Today's parade is very consistent with the doctrine of the Hidden Ones, even if the two Black Crow siblings were not directly involved in this matter , but don’t even think about staying outside... Even the invisible ones who advocate freedom and liberation are not willing to see madness and fear spread wantonly."

Dr. Natalia Long smiled and responded: "Understood."

Old Jack nodded slightly, looked at the middle-aged man who was particularly conspicuous in the crowd, and said in a deep voice: "Zachary, you have been seconded from Scotland Yard for a long time, and you have solved many major cases. Your His abilities are obvious to all.”

"The most important task this time falls on your shoulders. You are responsible for coordinating other investigators to investigate the Whitechapel murder case. Jack the Ripper must be arrested and brought to justice as soon as possible! If you need any manpower and material support during the process, please contact the departments directly. The director can receive it without going through the application process.”

Zachary, who had a stern face and sharp features, immediately stood up and saluted Mr. Jack with a slap on his forehead, "Please rest assured, Mr. Jack, I will definitely not betray your trust!"

Old Jack still just nodded slightly indifferently, turned to look at his dear distant niece, and then showed a rare faint smile.

"As for Charlotte, you are responsible for investigating the seven aberrant monsters in the House of Lords incident. See if you can find out their true identities and movements and find any useful clues by following the clues."

"There is one more thing you need to pay attention to. In the Crossroads cult incident that you were responsible for previously, a total of eight cultists survived during the eradication operation, and two suspects disappeared and escaped."

"As of the start of the meeting, the seven cultists detained in the three prisons have died. Their heads are cracked like doors and windows are open, and their brains have disappeared."

"At present, there are probably only three people left alive in the Crossroads cult incident."

"Suspect Nello Bacchus."

"Suspect Clovette Ceretti."

"And the last survivor, John Watson."

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When the Anti-Suppression Bureau, which maintains security in the capital, was holding an action planning meeting.

A similar conference is being held as far away as New Cottage in Norwood.

It was still the flower-filled hall. Four slaves with deformed flowers all over their bodies stood silently around the garden table. Their painful souls were imprisoned in their decaying bodies, but they couldn't even choke up without speaking.

The obese young man had thrown away his excess fat in an instant. He poured his newly acquired madness and forgetfulness into the eighteen heads under his hands, planting a latent seed in the turbid and irrational thinking.

Then the thin boy opened the third eye on his forehead, and his cold eyes swept over the white-haired girl, the burly man and the smiling girl sitting at the table.

He knocked on the thick round table and said in a deep voice:

"Let's get started and report on the progress of our respective actions."

(End of this chapter)