The air was filled with the smell of blood, as if a wild beast had just eaten roughly, and the dried pool of blood was full of crumbs, kicking away the mess on the floor, and you could see a light mark on the floor, as if something sharp had scratched it not long ago.

"Do you have any ideas? Mr. Holmes?"

Press clutched her mask tightly, trying not to smell the air tinged with fear.

From the moment he found the handwriting on the wall, the great detective was not in a very good state, and his face was pale, as if he had just experienced a nightmare.

The police brought him a chair, and he sat in a pool of blood, facing the woman who had died on the ground, and the grudgeful handwriting on the wall.

"Quiet ......"

Lorenzo folded his hands and crossed his legs, and he lowered his deer-hunting hat, so that Preece could not see his watch.

"Why don't you try using Horseweed, don't you always find clues from the Dead Man's Vision?"

Watson leaned back in his chair, his voice echoing in Lorenzo's ear, full of confusion.

"But that will also deepen my connection to the darkness, which will increase your chances of escaping, won't it? ”

Lorenzo lowered his hands with a fierce look in his eyes.

"I won't give you any chance until I find a way to kill you once and for all. ”

A chuckle like a silver bell rang out, and Watson gently hugged Lorenzo's neck and whispered.

"But you've been accepting my gifts, whether it's for you to survive or break off the connection with the Stagnant Saint, aren't these all relying on me who you hate the most?"

Lorenzo looked at her coldly, but at this time Watson left Lorenzo, she looked at Pres on the side, but it seemed that only Lorenzo could see her, no matter how she shook it, or even said to touch Preeux, he did not have the slightest reaction.

Preece only felt a breeze blowing, which chilled his heart, and he couldn't tell the feeling a little, and finally classified it as winter in Old Dunling.

"Get out of here, I don't need you, at least not right now. ”

Lorenzo stood up, and as he cursed, Watson saluted, slowly stepping back until he disappeared into thin air, only the voice echoed.

"You know how to call me. ”

So everything was calm, and Lorenzo slowly stood up, his face solemn.

"Do you have any opinions?"

Preece looked at Lorenzo, thinking that the detective had something in mind now, so Lorenzo said.

"Who can a stranger who works in a factory provoke hatred?"

Watson finally disappeared from his sight, and he was finally able to think quietly about the case in front of him.

Although Watson is the most dangerous than the strange appearance of the priority, the gospel church has not been able to solve this problem for hundreds of years, and Lorenzo does not think that he can do anything, but it is better to focus on the present.

He was not only curious about why the woman died so tragically, Lorenzo was even more curious about why it was here, where Watson officially fell off the [gap] and appeared in front of Lorenzo's eyes, this room of blood, as if someone in the dark had pushed all this to happen.

"Wait, where are you going!"

Seeing Lorenzo suddenly walk out the door, Preece hurriedly asked.

"Detective. ”

Lorenzo walked to the door, the entire wooden door was smashed, and it seemed that the criminal had broken through the door with brute force and began to torture him.

During his six years in Old Dunling, Lorenzo was not just a drug-prone or Winchester-heavy detective, but he also showed his reasoning when necessary, as it is now.

"I love the acting classes taught in college, and the bald professor's first lesson taught us that acting is not only about the way the character looks, but also what he thinks, and when the actor stands on the stage, he is no longer himself, and in that short period of time he becomes a different person, inside and out. ”

Stepping past the blood and debris, Lorenzo closed his eyes hard, and in Pree's confused eyes, Lorenzo died in that moment, time seemed to go backwards, the blood began to retrace, the messy items returned to their original places, the broken wood chips were pieced together one by one, and finally the intact gate was erected again.

The hands of the clock began to reverse, and finally with a knock on the door, the tired woman came out of the bedroom and stood in front of the door, where she coincided with Lorenzo's position.

Lorenzo opened his eyes again, and he began to reconstruct everything about the case in his mind.

By understanding a person and understanding the logic of her behavior, you can play her most perfectly, and restore the moment of death in that time that has passed.

She heard a knock on the door and walked to it. ”

Lorenzo said suddenly, and then stepped over the broken wooden door, looking at the large piece of wreckage with a clear dent.

I think she wanted to see who the other person was, but apparently the man couldn't hold back his anger and slammed the door open with a punch before she could do anything. ”

Lorenzo's gaze fell on a corner not far from the door, where there was a blood-stained tooth.

The woman was obviously stunned by the blow, and before she could stand up, she was choked by the throat, and she could not make any sound, so that no one noticed the tragedy. ”

This was such a brutal torture, but no one noticed the screams in the early morning, so it can only be said that the victim was no longer able to speak, and could not even speak out.

Preece was a little dazed at first, but he only realized under Lorenzo's successive narrations, the detective was trying to reconstruct the scene at the moment, and he imagined himself as the woman who had been tortured and killed.

No, the victim wasn't enough, Lorenzo suddenly stepped to the other side of the door, he watched the mess and whispered.

"So what do you do at this moment?"

The goal of revenge is at hand, and judging from that tyrannical act, the murderer's reason at the moment should be pitiful.

"Yes, she's so noisy, you grab her by the throat and smash her head so hard that she can't resist anymore...... But it's obviously not a good place, and it's easy to see your actions by the door......"

Lorenzo looked at the large blood stains on the ground, some of which had faint marks, as if someone was struggling on the ground.

The beastly murderer dragged the woman all the way into the bedroom, and then the brutal execution began.

"Let me think, how can I make a man suffer and satisfy my deformed revenge?"

Lorenzo stood in front of the woman's corpse again, and Pres on the other side looked at Lorenzo with a little fear, at this moment the great detective not only put himself in the role of a woman, but also the cruel murderer, he was looking hideous, thinking about the execution that had already taken place.

But after a long time, Lorenzo's eyes suddenly cleared, and he said.

"That's not quite right. ”

"Something is wrong. ”

Preece tried to talk, and in the moment when Lorenzo had just pondered, he finally had the appearance of an urban legend, evil and terrifying.

To a certain extent, Pres even felt that the reason why Lorenzo became an external detective was just that Suaran Hall had taken a fancy to his strange talent, and that Lorenzo could use it to become the best detective or the most terrible criminal, all in a moment's time.

For example, Lorenzo is like the genius of crime, he and the cruel murderer are outlaws, and only then will the outlaws understand the outlaw and know what choice he will make.

"How he left. ”

Lorenzo looked back at Pree, his eyes full of questions.

"Obviously this is a cruel revenge, for which the madman smeared her blood all over the room, and even said that I don't think it was enough, so he always stained it with blood, right, what about the traces? All the blood was like being locked up in the room, and the murderer left without a trace.

Unless he's a disembodied monster, he'll always be stained with blood and leave a mark. ”

Lorenzo said, his eyes racing.

Think about Lorenzo, how would you leave if you were that perverted murderer?

The smell of blood on the way back is more or less stained, and it always leaves a mark in the stairwell, but what can you do about it?

"Fire ladder?"

Preece finally made a difference, and Lorenzo jerked out the window before opening it and leaping out.

Fire ladders were built on both sides of the apartment, because the buildings on Cork Street were relatively low, and the old style did not have this thing, Lorenzo actually forgot about its existence for a while, and the cold wind poured into the placket of his clothes, and Lorenzo heard a slight sound, coming from overhead.

That murderer didn't leave?

Lorenzo sprang into the air at the thought of this, the detective was incredibly swift, rushing to the roof of the house in almost a few breaths, and then pulling Winchester from under his trench coat.

"Stop!"

He yelled, and he was answered by two or three confused-looking maintenance workers, sitting by the steam pipes on the roof, using wrenches to tighten the leaks.

......

As the birthplace of steam technology, the old Dunling has installed steam pipes connected to the furnace pillars everywhere, even on the edge of the place, steam pipes are all over people's daily lives, and because of this huge amount of installation, there will be a group of maintenance workers in almost every block of the old Dunlin to repair damaged steam pipes.

You can always see maintenance workers in various places, wherever there is an extension of the steam pipes, they are there, and in a sense this profession is similar to Lorenzo's "passport to life".

"So you're going to hand this case over to such a madman?

In the blood-stained room, the middle-aged and fat Sergeant Donas scolded Presie, he was one of the people in the Suaran Hall who clearly opposed Lorenzo's appointment, and he had always had a bad impression of Lorenzo, and he also came here after getting news from the hall, but he didn't expect that the detective he hated the most would also be here.

Preece lowered his head and was silent, Donas was his superior, he didn't have the courage to yell at this irascible middle-aged man, he was letting go.

"And you, get out of here, I'll be responsible for this case!"

After yelling at Pres, Donas continued to yell at Lorenzo.

Lorenzo nodded, but didn't look at him, pacing in place, and could hear him muttering to himself.

"It shouldn't be. ”

There was only a group of maintenance workers on the roof, who repaired the steam pipes from the morning until now, and from their testimonies, there were only a few of them on the roof from the morning to now, and they did not hear the sound of the fire ladder being lowered, everything was normal, eerily normal.

"Did you listen to me! I've taken over this case!"

The irritable middle-aged man continued to roar, and Lorenzo was about to have a seizure, but saw a beautiful voice standing in front of the wall of bloody letters.

"Lorenzo, you have also fallen into the trap that as a witcher, you should trust your senses more. ”

Watson turned his head with a smile and said to Lorenzo.

Before Lorenzo could continue to ask anything, Watson once again collapsed into thin air, and the shadow vanished, revealing the bloody handwriting.

"Lorenzo!"

Seeing Lorenzo ignoring him, Donas roared angrily, only to be greeted by a shotgun on his head.

"Be quiet. ”

The voice was chilling, and it seemed that Lorenzo really didn't mind shooting him in the next second.

Seeing that Donus had finally quieted down, Lorenzo strode forward until he reached the bloody letter.

There was a familiar smell in the thick blood, and the dry handmarks were not neat, and it didn't look like it had been cut by some metal weapon.

The witcher's instincts urged Lorenzo to act, which reminded him of his son in the Order, although he was a Madanzo branch witcher who defended the Pope, but Lorenzo still went out to hunt demons regularly, and he followed the bloodstains at that time.

Gently wiping off a little blood, Lorenzo hesitated, but tried to taste it anyway.

Heavy flesh and violence, and that mixed with fear.

Donas was furious at Lorenzo pointing a gun at him, and he roared.

"Someone is going to kick him out for me!"

He was furious, but Lorenzo turned his head with a strange look on his face.

"It looks like this case is me. ”

Ignoring Sergeant Donas's gaze, Lorenzo exuded a shuddering frenzy, and he lifted Winchester again, as if he was about to kill.

The secret blood is restless, this is its instinct when it encounters demons, because in that hideous blood letter, there is demon blood.

Lorenzo let out a long breath, he finally found the key clue, and the demon appeared in front of him again, while Watson on the other side was sitting in a chair and looking at him with a smile, his lips slightly open, and he spoke silently, as if to say that the cooperation was pleasant.

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