The Black Book

The eyes, ears, mouth, and nose of the deceased were all blocked by coagulated black blood, and his wide-open mouth seemed to be wailing silently.

His expression was extremely ferocious and twisted, and just by looking at his expressionless face, it was as if he could hear his screams before his death.

However, Sherlock Voss has already asked the surrounding residents, and no one heard any special movements last night...

In other words, either the sound was blocked, or... he was tortured silently in extreme pain...

His eyes swept across the dead man's palms and the hideous spikes on his ankles, staring at this extremely symbolic and evil scene.

Even though Sherlock Voss was not a fanatical believer, he still couldn't help but feel a trace of anger in his heart.

This is a deliberate provocation to the majesty of the Holy See!

By the most blasphemous and evil means!

Da da da~

At this moment, familiar footsteps came from behind. Sherlock Voss quickly suppressed the anger in his heart and turned around to greet them in the most calm and collected manner.

"Lord Gabriel."

"Um."

The girl wearing a platinum hood nodded slightly, walked straight past Sherlock Voss, and walked into the horrific "crime scene."

Looking at the inverted human cross nailed upside down to the wall, the girl Gujing Muha's eyes fluctuated for a moment, but she regained her composure in the blink of an eye.

"Did you find anything?"

"There were no traces of a fight at the scene, and the deceased did not even have any injuries in the strict sense. Even the spike that nailed him was made of his own blood!"

Sherlock Voss introduced her carefully, and finally handed the girl a blood-stained book folder.

"That's probably how he died."

When he opened the book folder and took a look, the first thing that caught Gabriel's eyes was a dark reverse cross made of black blood.

Among the dots of blood, the girl struggled to identify and read, but each word that came into view made her frown more and more tightly.

"The Sick Man of East Asia? Low and backward Chinese civilization? He really dares to write..."

Even the Seraph descended from the highest heaven is in awe when facing this ancient civilization. Why is he, a mortal, so brave?

Hearing the girl's murmur and sigh, Sherlock Voss on the side also nodded with concern. After a battle between heaven and man, he asked in an embarrassed voice.

"Could he be from [Dragon]..."

If they really did it, there would be no way to investigate this matter.

Otherwise...what if we really find out something?

Who dares to go to [Yanhuang Arsenal] to ask for an explanation?

You even have to thank others for not getting angry at the descendants because of the indigenous behavior!

Otherwise...the Japanese player next door is a lesson to others.

So... sometimes you have to pretend to be confused...

We are all decent people. If you are not decent, then don’t blame others for helping you to be decent...

On the other side, understanding Sherlock Voss's concerns, Gabriel just pondered for a moment, and then shook his head solemnly.

"It doesn't look like their handiwork."

"If it were [Dragon] people, they would rush in in broad daylight, chop off his head in front of everyone, and then either build a temple in Beijing or hang it as a human head wind chime. They would not deliberately display it. Such a scene full of Western religious symbols..."

Looking up again and staring at the human reverse cross on the wall, Gabriel's crystal clear pure gold eyes bloomed with captivating holy light.

"This is more like a cultist's sacrificial ritual, a remnant of the interference of evil gods from outside the world..."

After saying that, the light in Gabriel's eyes faded and he sighed in confusion again.

"Another evil god at the level of the Lord of Hell. How could he be so virtuous and capable in this world that he could actually attract the attention of so many evil gods?"

"What number is this?"

As the girl murmured to herself, Sherlock Voss breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it's not a [Dragon] person...

The evil god still dares to provoke him, but Dongda really cannot afford to provoke him...

Not to mention that they are currently on someone else's territory. If there is a conflict, even Lord Gabriel may have to...

Impious thoughts flashed through his mind, and Sherlock Voss crossed himself in silent repentance.

Just as Sherlock Worth was mumbling something, a blond policeman rushed in and found him panting.

"Summer...Detective Sherlock!"

Seeing the panicked look of the policeman, Sherlock Voss looked solemn and patted him on the shoulder calmly.

"Don't be anxious, take a deep breath, and then talk again after you're out of breath."

Sherlock Worth's mature and calm words seemed to have magic power. The panicked police quickly calmed down and reported in a calm voice.

"Another strange murder occurred. Please go and have a look. The identity of the victim this time is a bit special..."

Hearing this, Sherlock Voss subconsciously turned around and looked at each other, seeing an ominous premonition in the other's eyes.

Dozens of minutes later, the two arrived at the new crime scene, and what they saw was a strange and twisted picture.

In the originally gorgeous bedroom, a layer of mucous membrane composed of flesh and blood covered the walls, floor, and ceiling. Through the translucent flesh membrane, one could vaguely see the densely packed blood vessels and nerves inside like tree roots.

Scarlet color filled every inch of sight, and everyone seemed to be seeing the inside of the cavity of some giant animal.

And in the center of the bedroom, countless tentacles of different thicknesses "grew" out from the bed, the walls, the ceiling... various places, burrowed into a deformed human body in the middle like a living body, and even lifted him up in the air!

"Who is the deceased?"

Stopping subconsciously at the door of the bedroom, Sherlock Voss asked softly to the police officer beside him.

"Sir Cojello Woods."

"Who is the first witness?"

"Well……"

The police officer hesitated awkwardly for a moment, then pointed at a figure huddled in the corner with his knees in his arms.

Sherlock Voss took a closer look and found that it was a beautiful yellow girl about 16 years old.

But the girl was only wearing a thin coat at this time, and she seemed to be naked underneath.

Her exposed skin was covered with dense scars, old and new, which showed that she had been subjected to inhumane abuse for a long time.

Staring into the girl's empty and numb eyes, Sherlock Voss seemed to understand something, and he suppressed his anger and asked the police officer on the side.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Well...Sir Codello Woods likes to play some special games..."

"So this is the toy he bought?"

Hearing the sarcastic words of Sherlock Voss, who was extremely angry and laughing, the police officer sneered even more embarrassingly.

"I didn't buy it..."

Sherlock Worth was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"This girl seems to have been kidnapped by him."

Hearing this, Sherlock Voss took a slow breath and felt a huge shock in his heart.

He knew that the capitalists in the 19th century were lawless, but he didn't expect them to be so rampant!