infinite death

"During the time you were in contact with Count Dracula, something was indeed wrong." Holmes said holding a document from Scotland Yard. "A private villa on Park Road in the northeast corner of Hyde Park was attacked. It was destroyed, and a fire broke out, and it has been reduced to ruins."

"You mean...Did Count Dracula put his own coffin there?" Professor Van Helsing asked Holmes.

"From the point of view of intelligence, it should indeed be there." Holmes nodded. "Mr. Harker, you went to Romania to deal with some real estate procedures of the earl in London. Do you have any influence there?"

Jonathan frowned slightly and recalled for a while, and finally seemed to remember something and said: "Indeed, in the documents given to me by the firm at that time, it seemed that it was really recorded that Dracula owned a property on Park Road next to Hyde Park. It's strange how a Romanian nobleman can own so much real estate in London... For an immortal vampire, wealth is nothing at all..."

"...Westminster Abbey (Westminster Abbey) is next to Hyde Park. The earl actually placed his coffin near there, adjacent to the cemetery of many English kings and Darwin Newton..." Professor Van Helsing He sighed with emotion, and then said, "It seems that we still need to go there to confirm the situation, and we can't let the 'ghost' fill in more trouble."

"Hyde Park?" Ma Shuangcheng seemed to think of something when he heard the name, "Why does this place sound so familiar to me..."

"You mean the famous speaker's corner in Hyde Park?" Linn asked.

Ma Shuangcheng nodded hesitantly: "It seems to be that..."

"Cough cough." Li Wushang coughed dryly at this moment, interrupting Ma Shuangcheng's words, "The speech at Marx's tomb..."

"Marx's tomb!" Ma Shuangcheng immediately recalled the texts he learned in high school when he heard the words, "Is Marx buried in Hyde Park?"

"It's 14**[-] now... It's only been [-] years since Marx passed away. Most people may remember that Marx was buried in Highgate Cemetery, but that's already where he moved in [-]." Li Wushang There was an expression of admiration on his face, "Now...Marx is indeed buried in Hyde Park...Captain Ma, I think it is necessary for us to go to Hyde Park as well, at least we must sweep the grave of Comrade Marx."

"We have to go to Hyde Park..." Ma Shuangcheng looked helplessly at the young revolutionary general in front of him, "But sweeping graves or something... see if there is a chance, after all, we are here to do a task, not to remember the martyrs..."

Then several people talked to Professor Van Helsing, and they set off together with Professor Van Helsing who needed to go to Park Road outside Hyde Park to confirm the situation, and Sherlock Holmes.

Although the news brought by Holmes said that the villa had been burned to ashes, but after arriving there, everyone discovered that it was not just burnt down. There seemed to be something like explosives placed under the villa, splashing The gravel almost covered the entire street.

The Scotland Yard police officer who sealed off the wreckage of the villa also told Holmes something with an ugly face. Not long after the villa was destroyed, a group of bats appeared there in broad daylight, and at least dozens of bats appeared there. The nearby residents were sucked dry by those bats and became mummies.

"It seems that the situation is really bad..." After confirming the situation, Professor Van Helsing and Holmes proposed to the policemen to gather all the corpses, pour holy water on them, and then cremate them quickly. In terms of taste, he didn't seem to like making ghouls, but if there were any accidents, the ghouls from Dracula were definitely not comparable to those they had faced before.

"If it's really just the loss of these dozens of people... it can only be said to be a fluke." Professor Van Helsing said to the others, "I believe that Count Dracula has already had a conflict with the 'Ghost'. No one can tell how much blood he needs to replenish his strength... Sherlock, you have been investigating that Professor Moriarty all this time, if you have any information, you must provide it. If you let it go like this, no one knows what will happen.”

"The 'ghosts' hide very deep." Holmes shook his head slightly and said, "Ever since I discovered traces of their influence in Scotland Yard and the upper and lower parliaments, I have understood that if I rely on the power of others, it may not be possible at all. I can't catch their traces. I am now alone analyzing all the information about the incidents they caused in the past ten years, hoping to find their hiding place quickly within a day or two."

Then Holmes continued to search for other clues in the ruins of the villa, and Professor Van Helsing decided to go back and talk to Richard and Adrian. Through Jonathan, they could still recall the real estate information that Count Dracula bought in London. Analyze where the earl will be.

Originally, Li Wushang specially proposed the team to come to Hyde Park. Under Li Wushang's strong request, he temporarily talked to Professor Fan Haixin, and went to see the Take a look at Marx's cemetery.

Although Ma Shuangcheng said in advance that he would not necessarily go to Marx's tomb, but before they followed Professor Fan Helsing and left the Helsing mansion, Li Wushang had already asked for a bouquet of flowers from the maid in the mansion. Holding a bouquet of flowers, several people knew that this young man would be very sad if he couldn't pass.

After leaving the park road and entering Hyde Park, Li Wushang took the initiative to inquire about the location of Marx's tomb from the tourists in the park, and then spent about half an hour in a corner of the park. Found the tomb of Marx.

"Just take a look." Ma Shuangcheng said. Although he respected the proletarian mentor, he knew better that this is a mission space after all, not a free travel tour group in England.

Standing in front of Marx's tomb, Li Wushang bowed deeply first, and then carefully placed the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"Xiao Li, you are not sincere enough." Zhu Jue also walked to the tombstone and patted Li Wushang on the shoulder, "What do you think the old horse wants to see most after he dies here? Is it just a bunch of flowers?" ?”

Li Wushang nodded solemnly: "Well... I don't see the side where the proletarians are really in charge, compared to Mr. Marx, I'm not reconciled."

"These are all imaginary. I think it's better to commemorate him with something substantial." After Zhu Jue finished speaking, he squatted in front of the tombstone, "I've already thought about your lack of preparation, it's up to me."

Then Zhu Jue took out a stack of paper money, a small pile of gold lacquer paper ingots, a hand-folded villa car, and a paper doll of a little girl with anxious drawing skills and placed them in front of the tombstone.

"Old horse, your life has been really hard, and your death is really not worth it!" Zhu Jue lit the messy things with a lighter as he spoke, "I'll burn some paper money for you, and you can buy whatever you want down there!" What to buy, here is the car villa where I am filial to you, and I have to show some style below. I also burned these little loli for you, these are fostered by you, you must take care of them Good for them, I will pick them up after I go down that day."

"...You burn paper money for materialist revolutionaries!?" Linn couldn't believe what he saw, "And where did you get these things from?"

"I heard that I was going to pay homage to the old horse, so I made these out of paper in advance." Zhu Jue said, "The old horse died so badly, I have to pay homage to him anyway."

Ma Shuangcheng's face was not very good-looking: "I heard you say this, why do you feel that you have been shot..."

Li Wushang also said from the side: "I wish... political commissar, we Marxists... do we need to burn paper money to be so feudal and superstitious?"

"Even vampires and werewolves are running all over the street, and it's nothing to burn some paper money..." Zhu Jue said, "And if the class conflicts are more intense down here, isn't I also providing revolutionary funds to the old horse? Come on, Xiao Li, burn some too."

Just when Zhu Jue was burning paper money for Marx with a serious face, a few more people came from this corner. The middle-aged man in the lead looked at the scene in front of him and sneered,

"Absurd... Even Marxists are doing cults..."

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