Chapter 327 Has the Game Started?

While Sister Charlotte was having a secret conversation with Dean Isaac.

Rose quietly ran to the garden of the hospital to greet the familiar patients and told them that a new patient named John Watson would be transferred from Area 2 to Area 1 in a while.

"This Mr. Watson is my friend, you have to help me take good care of him!"

"Take good care of him?" The mentally ill patients looked at each other, and they all saw the fleeting wisdom in each other's eyes, and then they all laughed happily, nodded and slammed their chests and promised, hehehe, little Rose, don't worry, we will definitely help you take good care of this John Watson.

But for some reason, Rose always felt that the eyes and smiles of the patients seemed a little wrong. Did they misunderstand what I meant?

But before she could explain it clearly to the patients, Sister Charlotte had already walked out of the office building in big strides.

With the help of the little knife in her mind, Rose's eyes were as sharp as a blade. Even though she was nearly a hundred yards away, she could clearly see Sister Charlotte's beautiful face as cold as snow. She was as calm as ever, and people could not guess what she was thinking.

But Rose's tragic upbringing gave her sensitive and delicate insight. She could see at a glance that Sister Charlotte's pace seemed steady, but in fact it was faster than before, with a hint of urgency.

She had originally planned to have a good chat with this group of patients who had been with her for a short time but felt as close as family, but seeing that Sister Charlotte seemed to have something urgent to do, she didn't bother to explain to the patients the meaning of "taking good care of them", so she hurriedly waved goodbye and ran towards Sister Charlotte.

Charlotte saw Rose running over, but didn't say anything. She just nodded lightly and continued to walk quickly towards the gate of Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum.

Passing the seemingly loose but actually tight guards, the two soon arrived at the door. On the wide road, there was a multi-seater carriage that might not be luxurious but was definitely eye-catching.

The long and wide walls of the carriage, like a public bus, shone with a cold iron gray like fine steel, and even the glass of the window was coated with a thin layer of metal film, making it difficult for the outside world with high brightness to see the dimness inside the carriage.

However, there was no family emblem painted on the body of the car. When the rosy sunset slowly shifted on the outer wall of the carriage, a circle of blood-red emblems seemed to be seen in the movement of light and shadow. Inside the emblem was a tightly closed door and window, and half a round of the sun slowly rose from the upper edge of the door and window. The upper part of the outer circle of the emblem was written with Suppression Bureau.

The lower part was a Latin phrase that might have a certain origin - Aliis si licet. Tibi non licet, what others can do, you can't do.

The carriage in front was pulled by four tall and muscular horses with a sense of strength and beauty. Judging from their size and appearance, they were definitely not the breeds of the island, but more like strong horses from the European continent, or some kind of exotic horses from the laboratory.

There were already logistics operators waiting next to the carriage. When they saw the figure of the former commander and current superior appear in their field of vision, they immediately pulled down the folding stairs for Miss Holmes to enter the carriage.

Once Charlotte and Rose entered the carriage, the spacious carriage that could accommodate more than a dozen people also lit up with a faint dim light.

Three fully armed extermination soldiers were sitting in the rear and front of the car respectively. In the middle was a huge long table with a wireless telegraph equipped in the bureau on it. A logistics operator who was responsible for receiving and sending telegrams quickly stood up and handed the translated telegram text in his hand to Miss Holmes for examination.

Charlotte looked at the dots and lines on the paper, and her pretty face, cold and beautiful as frost, could not help but be moved. Her two straight and slender eyebrows like swords were deeply wrinkled, like two swords hitting each other.

According to the contents of the work manual, Rose should have been able to ignore and not ask about things outside of her duties, but at this moment, she raised her head slightly and secretly peeked at the contents of the paper - although she had not had time to systematically learn the various complex codes within the Anti-Suppression Bureau, fortunately, the paper also had the text translated by the receiver in advance.

There was only a short text written on the thin and delicate paper, but the meaning behind the text made little Rose feel horrified!

[221B Baker Street was attacked, the database was lost, and only the case file of the Crossroads Hospital incident was stolen. 】

She couldn't even hold back her surprise, she covered her mouth and screamed, "Ah! How is this possible? Our defense is so tight, even the cultists who have passed through the gate of the beast horns in the legend can't break through the defense of our detective agency?!"

Charlotte said slowly: "That means the strength of the invaders is far more terrifying than the cultists who have passed through the gate of the beast horns."

"And they only stole the case files of the Crossroads Hospital incident, but did not steal the files of other cases, nor did they cause other damage, so the intention of the invaders is very obvious."

Charlotte raised her head slightly and looked at the replica mosaic clue wall inside the carriage, her eyes fixed on the bright red code on the top.

She murmured: "Professor... Is the game between you and me finally going to officially begin?"

……………………

The boy with a deformed face and three eyes slowly stood up, passed his daughter/sister who was exerting cold and sharp power as if to vent her anger, and came to the whetstone that was almost frozen into ice.

The gang member in front of him, with his eyes covered with black cloth and his mouth stuffed with dirty towels, once roamed the Dog Island in East London with the reputation of being a tough guy.

But at this moment, due to the repeated severe cold torture, he was so exhausted and painful that he didn't even have the strength to tremble. He just knelt down on the ground numbly, choked silently, and begged the God who had never worshiped before, praying as soon as possible. Send down death for him.

The boy with the deformed face slowly lifted the tortured tough guy up so that his waist could be straightened to the ground, and he continued to maintain the dignity of the tough guy.

The young man bent slightly and whispered into the tough guy's ear: "Shh, don't cry, don't be afraid. You are a famous tough guy in the Burton Brothers Gang. It is said that you once faced seven enemies by yourself with a pistol and a short knife. The gang's killer delayed Little Burton enough time to escape, so you who survived by chance became Little Burton's most trusted brother, and you heard about many big and small things in the gang. "

"So, Mr. Tough Guy, can you tell me who paid for the bounty on John Watson's head?"