I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 7 The Distorted Patrolman Lance

After leaving No. 3 Garden Street, Lauriston, Watson told his reasoning in the carriage, and asked the question that concerned him most:
"The deceased really didn't die from poisoning?"

Holmes said: "This possibility cannot be ruled out, but the deceased's mouth is colorless and tasteless, there are no pinholes on the body surface, and there are no obvious symptoms of poisoning. Further tests are needed to determine the real cause of death."

"Have you found any other clues?"

Holmes shook his head lightly, "This is what I am most puzzled about. After the on-site investigation, apart from us and the police, there is no trace of anyone else entering."

"So……"

Holmes and Watson looked at each other and said in unison: "The key to this case lies in last night's patrolman John Lance!"

While they were talking, Victor had already driven the carriage through the streets and alleys, and came to a dirty and dim path.He pointed to the narrow gray-black alley ahead, "Miss, Audley's apartment is right in front of it, the carriage cannot go in, so I have to trouble you and Mr. Watson to go in."

"Well, Victor, you can wait for us here."

"Okay, miss."

Audley's apartment is a square compound surrounded by dilapidated four-storey buildings. Clothes poles protrude from the windows, and gray and faded underwear flutters in the wind, like a flag of lower-level people surrendering to poverty.

The ground in the courtyard is paved with slate bricks, and a group of dirty children are playing and laughing inside. They were unfortunately spared from the torture of the school because of poverty, and fortunately avoided the destruction of the factory because of their thin physique. The childish innocence, silver bell-like laughter reverberated in the courtyard.

As soon as they saw Holmes, they stopped in unison and stared at the female detective intently.Such a fashionable and beautiful lady should not appear in this slum-like Audley apartment, but should appear in a luxurious manor.

Like a princess in a fairy tale who deserves to be in castles and towers.

This undoubtedly made this group of low self-esteem children feel a little restrained and at a loss.

Holmes greeted them with a wave of his hand with a smile, and they even retreated a few steps in fright, shrinking into the corner of the yard.

Watson stood in front of the door of Building 3, "Let's go, don't scare them, they are not used to people like you, Miss Charlotte, who are so well-dressed."

Holmes sullenly followed Watson upstairs, and they came to the door of No. 406. There was still a rusty bronze plaque nailed to the door, with the resident's name 'Lance' engraved on it.

Watson was about to knock on the door when Holmes twitched his nose, frowned, stopped him suddenly, and said vigilantly, "Something is wrong, I smell blood."

Bloody smell?Watson leaned close to the crack of the door and sniffed it, and there was really a vague salty smell coming from inside, which was the smell of blood that he was all too familiar with.

Watson couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. It stands to reason that he should have discovered this first.

After all, he used to fall asleep smelling this smell all day long on the battlefield, but he didn't know whether it was because he was so familiar with it that he subconsciously ignored it, or the serious illness destroyed his perception, and he failed to notice it at the first time.

"You take it first, just in case."

Watson lowered his voice, took out his old buddy from the underarm holster in the windbreaker, and handed it to Holmes.

Holmes nodded, holding the heavy pistol with both hands - this Colt M1873 revolver is not an English military standard weapon, but Watson's personal trophy.Its .45 caliber is extremely powerful at close range, and it is also known as the "gun to calm the west" across the ocean.

Watson took two steps back and slammed into the door panel. The fragile door lock broke on the spot. The door slammed open, and a strong smell of blood rushed over.

I saw that the small front hall was full of messes, scattered food residues everywhere, half-chewed sausages, spaghetti with meat sauce, raw potatoes with tooth marks, powdery bread crumbs... …and the body of a woman lying on a couch, dying.

There was unbelievable horror on the female corpse's face, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was slightly opened, and a big hole was broken in her belly.

And the target of Watson's trip, Patrolman John Lance, who was still wearing the police uniform of Scotland Yard, was lying on the bloody female corpse with his back to them at the moment, with his head in his belly. go!

Even Watson, who was used to seeing bloody scenes, felt a little creepy, and his hairs stood on end.

And when Miss Charlotte saw the scene of cannibalism, her pretty face turned pale, and she vomited out with a groan. The undigested coffee, toast and fried bacon sprayed all over the place this morning. land.

The knock on the door just now failed to attract John Lance's attention, but the stench of a puddle of vomit from Holmes made him turn around slowly.

Although Patrolman John Lance's face was smeared with blood and minced flesh, he could still see that his facial features were correct. His eyes were still eyes, his nose was his nose, his ears were his ears, but his mouth... was really not a mouth. !

Its mandible was split from the middle, and the gap extended to the lower lip, protruding ferociously toward the separated jaws on both sides, tearing the skin and texture, like two sharp curved knives.The teeth that were once flat have also been distorted into sharp serrations on the blade. The two thumb-thick fangs are bent upwards at the front end, and there are a few bright red muscle fibers that are freshly steaming on them.

In fact, even its eyes are extremely abnormal. The eyes are black and protruding, and the surface is densely packed with hexagons like insects. It makes people feel panic at first glance.

"Not human! This is definitely not human! This is a monster in human skin!!!"

Watson yelled inwardly.

The monster tilted its head, and its dark eyes stared at the two humans in front of it. It was difficult to distinguish its inner thoughts from its dull expression.

But in the middle of the opening and closing mouthparts, the slender tongue that keeps swallowing like a snake's letter makes Watson vigilant, as if it is the temptation of a poisonous snake before it bites!
"--chirp!"

The monster suddenly made a strange sound, which sounded like cicadas or other insects. In short, it was definitely not a strange sound that human vocal cords could make.

Watson couldn't understand the other party's worm language, but he sensed something wrong from the short and aggressive rhythm.

He grabbed Miss Holmes who was still vomiting, took her arm to help her up, and gestured for a temporary retreat.

Holmes nodded palely, stepped back slowly, and raised his gun vigilantly at the monster in front of him.

This action immediately enraged the monster. In its remaining sporadic wisdom, it still recognized the cold-glowing metal object in the opposite female erect ape's hand, which was an extremely lethal weapon.

squeak-

It let out a piercing scream like fingernails scraping glass, its two mouthparts spread out, and it suddenly lowered its body and rushed forward.

The howling scream seemed to set off bursts of surging sound waves, the noise drilled into the brain along the ear holes, and vibrated and reverberated in the skull wall, like turbulent waves beating the mind again and again, shaking Watson's brain buzzing.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the strange sound of clicking, clicking, clicking in his head, accompanied by a low voice with no rhythm at all—in gi rum imus noc te et con sumi!

"It's so noisy, you fucking shut up!!!"

Watson roared in his heart, and broke free from the bizarre voice in an instant, and saw the monster sprinting in front of him, as if he could smell the opponent's foul breath so close!
In the face of this violent offensive like a bull rushing, Watson had no time to back down, but he was only inconvenient in his legs and feet, and his skill at hand was not lost at all!

He raised his cane and swung it round to face the monster's worm head. The simple stroke of the stick made him hit a baseball home run!

The solid staff hit the monster's head and broke with a bang!

Watson only felt a huge force from Mo Pei coming from his hand, and his tiger's mouth trembled and went numb.

However, the monster's head was only slightly tilted by this blow, and the momentum of the collision was not affected at all. It was like a mad bull trying to ruthlessly pierce the chest of the male erect ape in front of him!
With his left arm bent forward, he was both blocking and attacking, but he felt as if his elbow had hit a galloping horse.

There was a slight but non-negligible crisp bone cracking sound from his arm, and Watson was knocked alive and flew two meters away under this unstoppable force, until his back hit the wall next to the door, making a loud bang, shaking everyone The trembling of the wall stopped.

Watson felt that his internal organs seemed to be overwhelmed, and the severe pain made him almost dizzy. His left arm drooped weakly, and strands of blood dripped down the arm to the ground.

And the monster was still dazed and dazed in place under the shock of the impact, the corners of its eyes were ripped apart, and bright red blood flowed out slowly.

"It turns out that the blood of this monster is also red."

Thinking of this, Watson grinned an ugly smile, and suddenly felt that the other party was nothing more than that, as long as he was injured and bleeding, he was not invincible.

Holmes saw the timing when they opened the distance, and squeezed the trigger just in time, bang—the magazine rotated, the firing pin hit the primer, causing deflagration, and the round-pointed projectile rushed out of the bore impatiently.

Her marksmanship was indeed not bad, the bullet accurately hit the target's forehead, and a faint flower of blood bloomed.

As if being hit by a heavy hammer, the monster flew backwards, crushing a low dining table, and remained motionless.

Seeing this, Miss Holmes also let out a long sigh of relief, and there was still a hint of shock on her pale face.

"It's Patrolman John Lance? Why does it look like this?!!"

"Seeing that he is still wearing Scotland Yard clothes, he is probably John Lance."

Watson came down from the wall, coughed out a mouthful of blood, twisted the cane with difficulty, and took out a narrow dagger-like sword from it, and was about to go forward to make up the knife.

But, but!
The monster Lance, who was supposed to be pierced through the brain, stood up unsteadily, with the brass bullet inlaid between his eyebrows, which failed to penetrate its forehead bone!
Watson's face was horrified, thinking that it's okay to get shot in the head? !Your skull is harder than a bulletproof helmet! ! !

Seeing this appalling scene, Holmes pulled the trigger continuously in desperation, completely emptying the magazine.

A series of five blood flowers bloomed on the body of the monster Lance, but it only trembled a few times, as if it didn't pay attention to the six bullet holes that kept oozing blood, and stood firm like a copper wall. Slowly walking towards the two of them.

The mouthparts of the monster Lance closed and opened slightly. Although its expression was still as stiff as a wax figure, Watson seemed to feel a bit of contempt and banter from it.

It seems to be laughing, laughing, laughing at these two hopeless upright apes in front of them, exhausted the only firearm they rely on, what else do you have to escape from my grasp?Obediently give up struggling and resistance, and become my food!Become one with the divine me! ! !

　We whirled through the night until we were submerged in flames.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)