London's West End is particularly beautiful at night, and it is precisely because of this that it attracts many people to this place.

In the quiet alley, the woman's delicate voice makes people a little unwilling.

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled and kissed the woman: "Baby, I love you!" ”

"Really?" The woman gave the man an affectionate look and kissed him.

The joy of fish and water between the two continued, and it was just a moment of rest.

"Wait a minute!" The woman suddenly resisted.

The man's face was angry, and he didn't look like a gentleman at all: "What are you waiting for? ”

"There was the sound of a violin...... And there are footsteps! The woman hurriedly tidied up her clothes, afraid that others would see her embarrassed appearance.

The man snorted coldly, feeling a little unhappy in his heart, and couldn't help but resent the person who disturbed his good things.

He also straightened his clothes and followed the sound of the voice.

A clown in the depths of the alley came slowly, still singing in his mouth, and the sound of the violin came from the violin in his hand.

"This guy is so annoying!" The man sighed.

"Amazing Grace...... Seriously, he sings really well. Compared to his singing skills, the violin is a little inferior. When the woman heard the song sung by the clown, she felt a little familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere, and after thinking about it for a long time, she remembered that the song sung by the clown was a strange grace.

"What a grace God has given me to meet him!" How can a man still be in the mood to listen to the tune, he can only complain at that point.

When the clown walked up to the two of them, he suddenly stopped, played the violin very elegantly, sang a song in his mouth, and danced to the song.

“amazing grace， how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now I'm found ,was blind, but now I see

(I was lost before, now I am found, blind, now I have to see) ......"

"Give you money, give you money, hurry up and ......" The man was a little impatient, thinking that this guy was a showman, so he took out a coin from his pocket and threw it directly at the clown, just wanting to send the guy in front of him away quickly.

The coin struck the clown, then landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

The clown smiled and bowed gracefully.

"Get out of here!"

The man turned his head to look at the woman and pointed at the clown and said, "It turns out to be a stinky begging for food." ”

The woman slowly stood up, her eyes hollow, and her mouth was singing "Amazing Grace......

"Why are you singing along?" The man was a little confused.

Before he could recover a tingling pain in his chest, a dagger plunged directly into his heart.

The clown put his mouth to his ear and whispered, "Baby...... I love you! After pulling out the dagger, the man fell to the ground, and he licked the blood on the dagger, showing an excited expression.

The woman suddenly came to her senses, startled by the sight before her, stared at the clown, and before she could howl, her head fell to the ground.

The clown picks up the woman's head and kisses the woman's cheek: "Oh! I love you too...... You are all my treasures. ”

He crouched down and cut off the man's head with a dagger, and said to himself, "Of course, you are not perfect yet...... Rest assured, I will make you perfect. ”

"Hahaha!" He smeared their blood on their already distorted faces and laughed.

In the early morning, the yellow cordon has completely closed the alley.

Conan Doyle looked at the two corpses and lost his mind, and for a moment he didn't know how to express his feelings.

The male body was hung there by a steel wire with his hands folded. Another female corpse had its arm attached to the male corpse, and her hand was the head of the two.

The female corpse has been split in half, the body is extremely twisted, and the back of the male is fastened with steel wire, turning into something resembling wings.

"What a pervert...... Killing people is like a work of art. Conan Doyle felt sick to his stomach.

"Sheriff! The deceased speculated that the time should have been six o'clock this morning. "A police officer came over and reported the time of the deceased's death.

"Tonight? Are you kidding me? It's around eight o'clock, and it's two hours since six o'clock in the morning...... You tell me to make the dead look like this in two hours? Conan Doyle felt that the police had made a mistake, and it would take about five or six hours to do so.

"But the corpse was dead at six o'clock in the evening!" The officer felt that he was absolutely not wrong: "It is impossible for a corpse to lie......"

"It's impossible for a corpse to lie......" Conan Doyle felt that what the police officer said made sense: "You go get busy first!" ”

He looked at the corpse and fell into deep thought: "Can't a corpse really lie?" ”

Conan Doyle shook his head: "Forget it, it's better to find Sherlock Holmes." After all, there is a tool that people don't have to use in vain. ”

When Conan Doyle turned around, the corpse suddenly moved, and the two heads in his hands opened their eyes.

Tiny bugs emerge from their hollow eyes, and dark red fluid flows from the corners of their mouths.

When Conan Doyle returned to the police station, he sat down on the couch and dialed Holmes' phone number.

Sherlock Holmes...... Something went wrong...... There are new victims. ”。

"I'm sorry Holmes is still resting."

It was not Sherlock Holmes who answered the phone, but Wang Feng.

"Oh...... O Watson! Dusherlock Holmes woke up and hurried to let him come...... Location: West End, London. Conan Doyle didn't want to waste time and get straight to the point.

"Hmm!"

Wang Feng just replied and hung up the phone.

Conan Doyle shook his head helplessly: "When has this been, haven't gotten up yet?" ”

He didn't expect it to be this point, and Holmes hadn't even woken up yet.

"But to be honest, the last case hasn't been settled yet...... What the hell is going on in London? He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside the window and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a police officer said to Conan Doyle with a frightened face.

"Sheriff Doyle's big deal is wrong, there's something big wrong with the corpse."

Conan Doyle couldn't help but be a little curious: "What can happen to the corpse?" Could it be that he is still alive? ”

"The corpse moved......"

Hearing the policeman's words, Conan Doyle hurriedly put on his clothes and walked to the door: "Now I go to the scene of the crime, I want to see what happened." ”

"When is Mr. Holmes coming?" The officer suddenly remembered that Conan Doyle seemed to be on the phone with Sherlock Holmes.

"Let him sleep on his head! What's missing, he can't do it, right? Conan Doyle gave the officer an angry look and closed the door.