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Chapter 8 Is it unreasonable to carry two guns with you?

The monster Lance bowed slightly, like a tiger accumulating energy before pounced on its prey, opened its big mouth like a knife and pincers, intending to tear the two erect apes in front of it into pieces, and eat a hearty meal to fill its heart endlessly hunger and thirst.

Hmm... let's start with the female upright ape with thin skin and tender flesh that exudes a faint fragrance.The monster Lance stretched out his long tongue like a snake to lick off the shreds of meat left on his fangs, and rushed towards Holmes.

It swooped so fast that Holmes had no time to dodge.

But no matter how fast it was, it couldn't be faster than those two deafening gunshots!

The dark eyeballs of the monster Lance suddenly reflected two rapidly approaching projectiles, and then... its vision really became pitch black.

This was the first time that the monster Lance had experienced such severe pain since it was born, and it raised its head to the sky and let out a miserable scream.

But the cry fell on Watson's ears like a spring cicada chirping for a mate.

He pulled the trigger with his index finger and pressed the hammer with his thumb, and slowly moved closer with his feet. His movements were smooth and handsome, as if a western samurai on the other side of the ocean performed an American Iai in the sunset.

Colt's muzzle spewed out fireworks one after another, and all the .[-] caliber bullets shot into the eye sockets of the monster Lance.

The blunt projectile easily shattered the vitreous body, and rolled continuously in the skull of the monster Lance, forming a large cavity, stirring the cloudy brain into a mess!
The nervous system was so severely injured, the monster Lance kept retreating, his whole body shook violently, and his muscles spasmed and twitched, as if he had epilepsy.

But even so, it still didn't fall down!
He just staggered like a walking corpse, screaming with unknown meaning, and waving his arms in the air.

Watson picked up a nearby chair and slammed it on the unconscious monster Lance, causing the wooden chair to shatter.

He picked up vases, desk lamps, low tables, small cabinets... and threw them on the dying monster until it fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no more movement.

Watson was still a little uneasy. He took out a thick-bladed kitchen knife from the kitchen of Lance's house, and chopped off the monster Lance's head several times.

Then, out of breath, he slumped to the only clean corner of the sofa next to him, and sat on the same seat with the suspected body of Lance's wife.

Holmes was stunned when he witnessed Watson's series of atrocities. He didn't expect that the veteran officer he had recruited was so powerful. With a broken left arm, he could even behead the monster!
The terrifying monster Lance, except for the sudden surprise attack at the beginning, had a slight upper hand, and Watson couldn't last three rounds in the follow-up. Accept the fate of being beheaded.

It seems that Watson has more potential to commit serial murders than detective assistants...

Watson saw the female detective staring at him strangely, thinking that the other party was questioning why he still hid a pistol, and explained with spread hands:
"As a weak and helpless gunman with inconvenient legs and feet, it is reasonable for me to carry a second gun with me in case of emergency."

Then he noticed that the female detective glanced at Lance's head on the ground, and quickly added:

"Look at him just now, he is so brave. He has been shot several times like a skin wound. His vitality is so strong. In order to prevent him from dying like a centipede, I can only be cruel and decapitate him. This is also reasonable. Bar?"

After Watson finished speaking, he seemed to be aware of the nonsensical humor in his words, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Holmes glanced at him suspiciously, and believed it tentatively. After all, Watson helped her escape from the threat of the monster Lance...although the method in the process was a bit cruel.

When she recalled the scene just now, she couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Holmes thought in his heart: "I thought that after getting along for a month, I already knew Watson quite well, but I didn't expect that under his gentle appearance, there was such a murderous side hidden - cutting off the monster's head Afterwards, he was able to sit in a pool of blood and make jokes as if nothing had happened!"

"When Watson cut off Lance's head, there was no emotion on his face, and there was only indifference in his eyes. Perhaps for him, cutting off the enemy's head was as natural as breathing."

"Although I have also flogged corpses that are not understood by ordinary people, it was purely for scientific research, but Watson...he is more like a professional and ruthless killing machine."

She sneaked a glance at Watson, who was calmly loading the bullet with one hand. If it wasn't for his slightly pale face and thin sweat oozing from his forehead, she wouldn't have seen that the other party's left arm was broken in the battle just now. attention.

"Is this the aftereffect of the stress caused by the war, or is his nature so cold?"

Holmes hoped that the answer was the former, but she couldn't stop thinking in the worst direction...Watson, even with a disability, could play with ferocious monsters with applause. , wisdom no less than mine, and strong willpower... Once out of control, it will lead to catastrophe!

Complicated feelings of vigilance or precaution or pity or love suddenly arose in the female detective's heart, and even she couldn't tell the difference... Anyway, she secretly made up her mind: "I must discipline Watson well, so that he doesn't misunderstand... Go astray!"

She said: "You take a rest first, I'll go down and let Victor inform the people of Scotland Yard, you protect the scene."

Watson tore off the sleeve of his shirt and made a bandage around the wound, "Don't worry, I'm here to watch."

After Holmes went downstairs, Watson moved his wrist that was slightly trembling due to excessive force, looked at the kitchen knife with a curved blade on the ground, and said to himself: "The bones are so hard, this Lance is like a steel bar! What happened? Will you, an ordinary patrolman, be deformed into such a powerful and weird creature?"

Watson felt something hard and rattling under the cushion, as if some hard object was hidden. He reached out and fished out two thick books.

One cover is as bright as blood, and the other is as dark as gray.

They are all leather covers, gorgeously packaged, stained with mottled traces of time, and look like expensive objects.

It was not something that Lance the Inspector, who lived in Audley's Flats, could have possessed, but rather resembled the books left at the crime scene at 3 Garden Street, Lauriston.

"Is it something that Lance brought back from the murder scene?"

Watson looked at the gray book, the title of which was written on the cover - "Si Chen Zhi Volume I"

"This weird name is similar to that pile of old books."

Watson associates it with this-the corpse with unknown cause of death, the policeman deformed into a bug, the common connection between the two is No. 3 Garden Street, Lauriston, and these two strange books further this connection. deepen.

"Is it because of these books... that Lance has changed from an ordinary person to a monster like a worm?"

Watson looked at the book in his hand, which seemed to be related to extremely important clues... His fingers stroked the leather cover, and suddenly felt an indescribable touch, cold and delicate, not like tanned leather, but It looks like the surface of some kind of cold-blooded animal, like stroking the scales of a young snake that has just shed its skin.

Watson couldn't help shivering, and the weird feeling between his fingers disappeared without a trace, as if it was just an illusion created by his trance.

This strange touch came so abruptly and so fleetingly that it made Watson shudder.

He immediately threw away the book in his hand, and it happened to be right next to Lance's head.

In the blind spot of Watson's vision, Lance's ferocious head suddenly opened two dark holes, and the crimson glow of soul-stirring gleaming in the skull could be seen faintly.

(End of this chapter)