Chapter 41 Broken Zombies
At noon, in a small bay of a tributary of the Thames.
More than ten meters away from the shore stood a light wooden boat, about three feet deep and thirty feet long, like a speedboat used for smuggling goods. The top was originally covered with a thick canvas to keep out the rain, but now it has been burned to ashes. The river wind swept over and lifted up pieces of embers, falling into the dirty Thames.
The main body of the hull was also charred and cracked, and there was still a faint smell of burning low-quality gasoline on the wooden boards. The keel was broken in the middle, and the crack was irregularly jagged, as if it was caused by an explosion.
Charlotte and Watson stood next to the body of the boat. The two walked back and forth and looked inside and outside the hull, trying to find a useful clue.
The flames can destroy the wooden boards and traces, but it is difficult to burn the metal completely.
The female detective crouched down and groped in the cabin. Her slender fingers brushed over the hull that seemed to still have some residual heat. She touched a hard object that looked like a long, thin cylinder.
The surface of the object had been burned black, but when she held it in her palm, she could still feel the unusual coldness inside, as if she was holding an ice ridge in winter.
"Yes, this is the means of transportation that the Flash Blade Cult took during the emergency evacuation."
Charlotte threw the object out.
Watson picked it up and looked at it carefully. It was actually a fairly regular octagonal long tube. He weighed it and it seemed to be made of steel.
He looked into the steel tube in the midday sun and saw spiral grooves engraved on the inner wall of the steel tube... It was rifling!
Watson said, "It seems that the Flash Blade Cult has built a miniature military factory on the ruins of Kate and Helo Co., Ltd."
Charlotte pondered, "Are they planning to sell weapons or try to start a riot..."
When Watson heard this, he remembered the words of the Flash Blade soldier-the blade is the principle of fighting and fighting.
He guessed that in addition to killing, the practitioners of the Blade Secret may practice violence-related affairs in order to unlock the mystery of the secret scriptures and obtain the power of the blade.
Watson said, "Both possibilities are very high. I would not be surprised if the Flash Blade Cult, these crazy secret believers, were secretly planning to bomb Buckingham Palace."
Charlotte agreed, "You are right. Nothing these secret believers do will surprise people."
Watson glanced around. As before, there were still no footprints or traces in the mud. It stands to reason that the other party carried a lot of supplies and would definitely leave heavy traces.
The Flash Blade Cult's ability to clear traces was truly outstanding, and even he, a veteran of many battles, was sincerely impressed.
They searched along the upper and lower reaches of the river this morning, and finally found the burnt boat in a remote and uninhabited place more than ten miles away from the ruins of Kate and Helo Co., Ltd.
There were only sparse dry old trees for miles around, and no one lived at all. Not to mention witnesses, it was probably difficult to find even a bird as a witness.
Watson thought to himself: "Although this place is very desolate and can effectively avoid being discovered, it is actually not a good place to transit and escape."
"If it were me who designed the emergency evacuation plan, I should go to a port where there are many people, disembark, move the supplies down, and then sell the boats to speculators at a low price."
"Then disperse the troops on the spot to avoid being seen, and each of them will find a quiet residence to hide under the cover of night. After the wind calms down, use secret orders - such as symbols/patterns in a secret corner of a place, to notify everyone to gather at another crowded transportation hub - perhaps a station or a port."
"At this time, everyone will gather again and go to the next hidden hiding place."
"And with William's wisdom, he must have chosen a backup secret headquarters address long ago, and once this place is exposed, he will immediately move to a new place."
"Instead of trying hard to track down the escape of the Flash Blade Cult, we might as well go back and track William. He Even if we take the Anti-Suppression Bureau's eyes and rest for the next few days, we still have to continue the secret affairs. If we hide in the dark and find the new headquarters of the Flash Blade Cult, we can notify the Anti-Suppression Bureau to arrest him and get him!"
"However... with William's secret power, we are afraid it will be difficult to follow him quietly. If he is accidentally recognized, he will be angry and attack directly. In my current state, I am sure I can't resist his offensive."
"So at present, there is only one option left, which is to track down the Flash Blade Cult - as long as we find their new secret headquarters, and then notify the Anti-Suppression Bureau to arrest the secret members, even if William is not involved, at least his foundation can be shaken. "
"But these militant Blade Secret Cultists... will they really let us track them so wantonly? "
Watson put himself in their shoes and thought that if he knew that a weak detective was trying to undermine his ideals and career... he would probably take action in advance and strangle the threat in the cradle!
He did not express his concerns directly. Charlotte was the daughter of a duke, and the Holmes Manor was heavily guarded like a war fortress. A few secret believers with weak supernatural powers could not pose any threat to her.
On the contrary, he, who lived alone, seemed to be the best target!
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At night, London was still covered with dark clouds.
Baker Street fell into a dreamlike tranquility. Due to a strange serial car accident during the day, some street lights were damaged and did not emit light. The Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency was in a dead corner that could not be illuminated by the remaining street lights. It was so dark that it seemed to be swallowed by the beast of the night.
It was in this ink-like darkness that a silent figure stood quietly on the roof at some point.
If the residents opposite the detective agency looked across at this moment, they could see that the outline of the figure was extremely thin, like a bamboo pole covered with clothes, but the wind tonight was noisy like a thunderstorm, and the corners of the figure's clothes fluttered in the wind silently.
The figure came to the eaves, seemed to be looking down, and then stepped forward and let gravity pull him down.
The figure suddenly fell and stretched out its dry arms like branches to reach the wall. Its palms were like some kind of sharp claws, scratching five deep marks on the wall, but it was still strangely silent, as if it was just a shadow projected from a distance.
The figure used its hands and feet to lie on the wall, like a lizard or a spider, slowly approaching the window on the second floor.
As the figure gradually approached, a thin layer of frost strangely condensed on the corner of the window glass, and the movement of the figure gradually spread.
If the residents in the house woke up at this moment, they would witness a terrifying and skinny face appearing outside the window!
Its skin was as dark as frozen soil, its eyes were sunken and dark holes, and there were lightning-shaped cracks around its eye sockets. The moist water vapor touched its cold body surface, and wisps of condensed white mist rose.
It obviously did not have eyes, but it shook its head as if it was peeping into the house.
It seemed to really see the slightly raised bedding on the bed in the house, as if the sleeper also felt the sudden drop in temperature due to its arrival in a daze, and wrapped the quilt tightly to resist the cold.
It grinned, but the tear scar on the lip became larger, but no blood was seen flowing out.
It smashed the window with all its might, and before the broken glass fell to the ground, it pounced on the still sleeping detective assistant, with its bone shards and claws sharper than a knife blade, cutting through the cotton quilt.
Tear——