A Weird Theater That Started In London

Chapter 558 Detective Team in Action (1)

Dark species?

It feels different from what was described in class.

Pan Ming quietly stalked behind the black silhouette.

He seldom had contact with outside information, and he didn't know that there was a frenzied criminal organization that was eyeing the wandering warblers in the Eastern District, often attacking them in the middle of the night, and performing bloody and weird religious rituals.

What's more, in the descriptions of some unscrupulous tabloids, a mysterious silhouette will appear at the scene of the crime, and people who are close to it will feel weak and frightened, as if their vitality has been absorbed.

However, Pan Ming's intuition told him that this thing is not ordinary.

At the same time, a strong man hiding on the roof noticed this weird scene:

The black silhouette moved in an extremely abnormal way, and behind it was closely followed by a more concealed transparent thing. If it weren't for his special ability, it would be impossible to find the clue.

"Pagan Summoner?"

Justice Johnny murmured in his heart, he knew that there are always some weird, even scumbags with no lower limit, after being inspired by some evil gods, they use living sacrifices to please them in order to achieve ulterior motives. Purpose.

However, how could one ritual summon two monsters.

Could it be twins?

Pan Ming didn't know that the voyeur above his head had arranged for him a freak brother.

At this moment, he has followed the mysterious silhouette to the depths of the alley, which is the most typical structure of a slum——

dead end.

As soon as you stepped in, there was a strong smell of blood.

A fragmented corpse appeared in front of Pan Ming. Judging from the outline of the body, the deceased should be a girl with a very good figure.

And when she goes out in this kind of weather, it can almost be concluded that she is a wandering warbler.

So, this silhouette is Jack the Ripper?

Pan Ming was stunned for a moment, the situation inevitably made him think about it.

However, it doesn't look aggressive, it just wanders around the unknown female corpse without rules, and instinctively exudes an ominous aura.

Because of the torrential rain, Johnny, who silently observed the scene of the crime, could not speculate on the exact time of the victim's death.

"Probably within half an hour."

The well-known private detective in the East District thought in his heart, because, according to the patrol map drawn up by Scotland Yard in advance, two dark police officers in charge of night patrol should have passed by half an hour ago.

As long as the eyes are not blind and the sense of smell is not wrong, the scarlet color and the smell of blood on the wet road will not be ignored.

Just as he was thinking, Pan Ming, who was integrated with the surrounding environment, took the lead in attacking the silhouette, and directly pierced it with two water arrows.

At the moment when one of them was about to hit the mysterious object, a sharp object the size of a thumb split and flew towards the unprepared Johnny Justice.

"Damn it."

Johnny didn't care about hiding, and jumped off the roof with a dodge. Almost at the same time, the wall exploded and splashed stones, hitting the private detective.

Without any suspense, Pan Ming subdued the voyeur.

But the mysterious silhouette was unscathed, the water arrow comparable to a high-energy bullet, the moment it touched it, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any waves.

Physical immunity?

A possibility flashed in Pan Ming's mind, and then, the silhouette guarding the unknown female corpse turned into specks of black mist and disappeared into the rainy night.

died?

Or, run away.

Pan Ming, who was in contact with this monster for the first time, fell into a daze. He has already realized the limitation of his knowledge.

At the same time, turn your attention to Justice Johnny.

"hiss."

Johnny was lying on the ground, clutching his injured lumbar spine, and said with a painful expression, "Are you a private detective invited by Scotland Yard?"

"no."

Pan Ming stared at the voyeur, paused, and added, "What is that thing?"

mutilated limbs.

It looks messy, but there are traceable cuts.

Pan Ming had preconceived ideas and thought of Jack the Ripper, but he was affected by the upgrade of the world and became more and more weird and unpredictable.

"Probably a monster summoned by paganism through rituals."

Seeing that Pan Ming was willing to communicate, Johnny couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief. At the same time, he secretly guessed his identity in his heart.

the other side.

The night was getting deeper, and the kerosene street lamps gave off a faint light, which seemed extraordinarily weak among the countless raindrops.

Baker Street, 221b.

Officer Wensley led Lu Li and Duke, sat by the fireplace to warm up, and waited silently.

Not far away, the potion experiment was coming to an end. After a busy day, Holmes finally got the key with the help of his friends.

"Stick and red."

"It exudes an unspeakable smell."

Looking at Holmes, who looked like a mad scientist, Lu Li was speechless. He subconsciously looked at Duke. There should be a lot of common topics between the two, even if they were involved in different fields.

A few minutes later, Dr. Watson took the medicine.

Although Holmes repeatedly asked to taste the potion that was most likely to be successful, but considering that he drank too many failed potions in a day, and his health might go wrong, the doctor refused it without any reason.

Then, under the gaze of four eyes, the medium-sized Dr. Watson began to swell violently. Thanks to the tailor, he did not shoddy the underwear material.

Chest muscles and abdominal muscles, if the artist is present, he will definitely be shocked by the beauty of these muscles.

Even Lu Li, after being turned into a werewolf completely, was not as fit as him.

"What does it feel like?"

Holmes stared at his friend expectantly.

Considering that there were guests and that he couldn't find suitable clothes, Watson simply let go and replied frankly: "I can tear down the whole street."

"Of course, it may be an illusion caused by suddenly gaining too much power."

Officer Wensley saw this scene for the first time, and his heart was extremely complicated. He subconsciously looked at Lu Li and Duke. Seeing that the two looked calm, they didn't seem to feel anything strange. He couldn't help but start to doubt life:

Am I derailed from this era?

"It seems to be a success."

Holmes had a smile on his face. In fact, he was not a serious person. He just didn't like dealing with strangers, and hated fame and fortune.

Otherwise, how could Officer Wensley visit this mysterious collection at random and witness the refining process of the potion with his own eyes.

As for Lu Li and Duke, although it was the first time they met, Holmes always felt that the two looked very friendly, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen for many years.

Especially when he found that Duke was holding a pipe in his hand, the intimacy in his heart was even stronger.

"Waiting."

Saying this, Holmes opened the wine cabinet, took out the brandy and the transparent glass from it, and added a few more pieces of firewood to the fireplace, making the drawing room and collection room even warmer.

"I'm planning to go to the scene of the crime tomorrow. If there are no accidents, a murder case has already occurred in the East District by this time."

There was a stern and confident light in his gray eyes.

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