Chapter 330 Artwork: Skull Tower

The little snowman cut off the human-faced tree knots one by one and piled them into a pyramid-like hill. Then the straight birch branches strangely bent and stretched into the snowball that symbolized the trunk, and took out a blazing fire.

The flames first bloomed on the tree knot hill until the tree knot burned into charred coal. Then the little snowman sprinkled a ball of snow powder on the still red coal hill to completely extinguish the remaining flames.

After the double destruction of fire and ice, these eighteen human-faced tree knots unexpectedly changed the form of matter and turned into some kind of turbid and translucent crystals.

Those were eighteen turbid crystal skulls piled up into a tower-like shape.

A real work of art.

Even John Watson in the dream couldn't help but applaud the little snowman's artistic creation.

This is really an absurd but interesting dream!

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Charlotte Holmes finally returned to Baker Street before the night fell completely.

On the way back, she had repeatedly communicated with the members of the detective agency through the wireless telegraph on the car, and had a preliminary understanding of the situation at the scene.

But no matter how carefully she asked, it was only information obtained through the telegraph, and it was information that had not been witnessed by her own eyes... So even though the detective agency had just been attacked, the female detective still returned to this seemingly impregnable building with many flaws without hesitation.

The sound of horse hooves clacking and the gurgling of wheels.

The spacious carriage like a public bus finally stopped in front of the Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency.

The ugly iron-gray building in front of them was unscathed, and even the passers-by were chatting and talking as usual, as if they were not affected by the attack on the detective agency at all - the residents of Baker Street had no idea that Miss Holmes's detective agency was robbed at 13:00 noon, and they didn't know that the young lady who always greeted them with a smile on weekdays had died on the spot.

But in fact, let alone these residents, even the other logistics operators in the detective agency did not notice the enemy invasion at that time, let alone hear the incomplete screams of their colleagues before they died.

It was not until a colleague with a keen sense of smell smelled the strong fishy and sweet smell leaking from the crack of the door of the data room that he called people to break open the door of the data room.

As soon as they pushed open the door, they saw the female guard lying on the floor between the bookshelves in the data room.

Her eyes were closed and her face was peaceful as if she was just sleeping, but her clothes had already been torn into strips, and her naked body was already open - the blood line extended from the throat all the way down, separated and spread to the end of the limbs, the skin and flesh along the way were all split open, and the organs and bones were directly exposed to the air.

Charlotte saw the body of the database guard with her own eyes, and a heavy color appeared between her eyebrows again.

"Is there such a powerful Qixiang cultist in the professor's team?"

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Douglas sucked hard on the mouth of his pipe and took a deep breath of smoke.

Although others reminded him that he should not smoke from the pipe beyond his lungs, he just liked the feeling of inhaling the dry, hot and spicy tobacco directly into his lungs - such a strong stimulation can make his mind particularly clear.

He slowly walked into the scene of the brutal murder and saw the mess of blood, flesh and limbs on the ground at a glance.

London in December was as cold as a natural cold storage, which well preserved the fragmented flesh and blood at the scene. The pool of black blood on the ground was frozen like an ice mirror, reflecting the faces of the horrified crowd watching outside the smuggling warehouse and the pair of leather boots that slowly stepped up.

The Scotland Yard detective continued to suck big mouthfuls of his pipe mouth, squinting slightly in the green smoke rising from the pipe stove - the smoke could confuse the eyes and ears, but for Douglas, it could help him search for clues.

He exhaled a deep breath of thick smoke, and the gray smoke slowly floated forward like a condensed fog, until it hit the tall obstacle and broke and dispersed.

In the smoke, the eighteen crystal skulls stacked into a six-story tower seemed to be shining.

Douglas keenly discovered that there were several pillars of smoke leaking out from behind the six-foot skull tower. He hurried to the back of the skull tower and saw that the three crystal skulls facing the shadow side of the warehouse had holes almost as thick as the little finger between their eyebrows.

The detective reached out and touched the three holes without hesitation, carefully rubbed the inner wall of the holes with the pads of his fingers, and felt the familiar roughness of his nails. He could immediately draw a conclusion.

"This is a fatal wound caused by a bullet."

"And such a large caliber has even exceeded .45."

Douglas narrowed his left eye, approached one of the crystal skulls, and looked into the eyes of the dead man who might have been a big shot in his life - he saw similar bullet holes on the inner wall of the other's skull.

"One shot pierced the whole head and went straight out of the body."

"Such a terrible power is not something that can be achieved by normal firearms on the market."

"Instead, it is more like a batch of unknown guns that have been circulating in the underground black market at low prices recently."

"Is this case committed by the mysterious seller behind that batch of high-powered firearms? Or is it just a purchaser on the black market?"

Douglas continued to inhale a long breath of smoke, and exhaled it on this crystal skull tower with perverted artistic beauty. The turbid white smoke poured into the empty eye sockets, and then flowed out from the eye sockets of other skulls.

He looked at the shocking marks on the ground and muttered to himself:

"Eighteen vicious criminals were killed in just a few minutes, and the dismemberment was completed in a very short time."

"Isn't this case the work of those monsters again?"

"In that case, you guys from the SB Bureau should have arrived at the scene long ago, right?"

A man wearing a black hat and a high collar in a windbreaker walked out of the shadows slowly. Facing the unhappy eyes of the Scotland Yard detective, he just smiled and said, "Sorry, man, this case belongs to our Anti-Suppression Bureau again. You've made a wasted trip again."

Douglas spat out a mouthful of dirty yellow phlegm on the bloody ground, and said indignantly:

"Why are you guys everywhere? Stupid X from the SB Bureau, especially you, Spencer! Count how many cases you have snatched from me in the past six months? ! "

"Fuck! No way! I will never give you this case today! ! ! "

"Even if Inspector Grayson comes in person, I, Douglas, will never give in! ! ! "

Faced with the detective's toughness, Spencer, a special investigator of the Suppression Bureau, still smiled and said lightly: "Okay, no problem, then this case will be handed over to you, Douglas."

"As long as you can complete the investigation of this case alone and find the hiding place of the real murderer of the case, I will meet your last request and recommend you to join our Suppression Bureau."

Douglas did not hesitate for a moment, directly shook the other party's cold palm, and said with a smile:

"Then it's settled!"