"Can you believe it? It's hard to find a body piece longer than half a finger, and all the flesh and blood combined weigh more than a hundred and fifty adult men, and a massacre of this magnitude took place right under our noses in the Queen's Territory."

A chubby middle-aged man shouted to his companion in a light carriage followed by a large group of musket-armed patrolmen and mounted policemen with their uniforms emblazoned with the British royal insignia.

"It is said that a certain cult performed a cruel and evil ceremony, and the Holy See has taken over the case," the companion lamented.

"Only those who turn their backs on the glory of God can do such a thing," the middle-aged sheriff muttered, turning his head and asking, "What the hell happened to the place where we are now?"

"In a church on the outskirts of the eastern city, for three days in a row, the people who went to worship and pray did not come back, and the people who went to look for them disappeared later, including the young lady of the Duke's family, and the Duke was in a hurry"

"Oh, could it be that those people are all inspired by God?, why do strange things happen even in churches these days" The middle-aged sheriff exclaimed in a low voice, and then said with a frown: "When will that guy Sherlock come back, he is the best person to solve this mess"

"It should be soon."

The middle-aged sheriff was about to say something, when suddenly the carriage jolted violently and trembled, and then quickly stopped.

"Damn, what's going on?!" the middle-aged sheriff jumped up in frustration.

The mounted policeman who was driving the car raised his hat, pointed to the front and said, "Sir, someone is blocking our way"

"What the hell bastard" The middle-aged sheriff looked angrily forward, only to see that on this road to the church, there was a bald man who was two meters tall and extremely strong.

Although it was already a cold November, Dahan was still shirtless, his skin was frozen to gray-white, but there was no trembling, and his face was also painful, but very calm.

"Who are you, bum, get out of here!" shouted the middle-aged sheriff, but it seemed to be of no avail to the big man, he gritted his teeth in anger, lowered his head and ordered: "Rush over and scare this idiot"

"Yes. ”

The two-horse and four-wheeled police carriage galloped past, facing the big man's body, but he didn't have the slightest appearance of wanting to dodge.

"Sir, do you want to stop?"

Seeing that the people and the car were getting closer and closer, the mounted police driving were a little panicked, and the middle-aged sheriff's face was ugly, and after hesitating for a while, his face flashed sharply: "If you don't hide, you will hit him to death!"

The carriage roared and rushed towards the big man, and when he was about to hit him, the bald man jumped up sharply, jumped more than two meters high under the disbelief of the sheriff, and then fell even faster, stomping on the top of the horse's head with both feet, and the heads of the two horses collapsed in an instant, and then the front hooves of the body

The galloping carriage rolled out like an overturned box, and the sergeant on the carriage fell all over his body and was bruised, but the bald man was unscathed and calmly rushed into the mounted police team.

The middle-aged sheriff was so painful that he kept lying on the ground and humming, and then he was awakened by a burst of screams and gunshots, and hurriedly looked, only to see that the bald man who had just stepped on the horse and overturned the cart had now turned into a killing machine and slaughtered in the crowd.

His strong body contained unimaginable power, every part of his body was like a weapon that killed people, he was not afraid of muskets, and even carried a fiery power himself.

The well-armed and well-trained RCMP joined their mounts and fell apart like rag dolls, and soon became an incomparably bloody Shura field.

The middle-aged sheriff trembled with fright, and his lower body was warm, and he took advantage of the fact that the bald man was torturing and killing his last few companions, ignoring the pain all over his body, and crawling to the ground and fleeing into the distance.

Seeing that he was about to run out of this area, suddenly, a sharp whistling sound sounded in his ears, and a huge force surged behind him, and he stumbled suddenly.

The middle-aged sheriff easily stabilized his footing, stared blankly at his chest, and saw a hot and reddish black tube coming out of his back, and he recognized something familiar, which was clearly the barrel of a musket.

He fell backwards, his last thought before he died: What a terrible London is this?

"Lately, fewer and fewer people have come to church to pray," L said, putting down the corpse in his hand.

Carlo stared at the work in front of him, reluctantly moved away for a moment, and replied casually: "It's okay, now these human materials are almost enough for animals, you have to go and get some more"

"Yes" L nodded, and then said in confusion: "The total number of people who have disappeared in the church during this period is more than two hundred, why has no one come to the door Is it because the prestige of the Holy See is enough to dispel anyone's suspicions, or are the police in London blind and deaf?"

"Don't you see Kratos gone?" Carlo chuckled, his hand on his hand, "I let him out to solve those troubles, and by the way, let him do something he likes to do"

"Alright, that's it," Carlo clapped his hands and stood up with a happy face, "to see my new work." ”

In front of Carlo was an extremely fierce and strange beast with three wolf heads, a lion-like mane around its neck, strong and sharp claws, and a poisonous snake on its tail.

L said in surprise: "Hell Three-Headed Dog?!"

Carlo chuckled: "It's just the same, it doesn't devour the souls of the wicked, but it's okay to breathe fire once in a while"

As he spoke, a large cloud of crimson flames erupted from the three wolf heads and the tail snake's head.

"This is, four heads?!" L was a little curious, "So which one controls its behavior?"

Carlo spread his hands and said helplessly: "To be honest, I also wonder why these four heads get along so well, probably because the amount of blood I add to each head is different."

"It seems that our creation project has been successful"

"Yes. Carlo nodded, reached out and stroked the heads of the three wolves affectionately, and casually beckoned to them, "Go, go and have some fun with the people of London, you like to devour people's internal organs, and like to use their heads as toys."

Carlo's words were like some kind of spell, setting the nature of the three-headed dog, and it sprang out of the church with saliva and joy.

Carlo turned his head and looked at L with a smile, his eyes were full of excitement and joy: "I think I have a lot of inspiration now, I think of a lot of fun ideas Medusa you know? I have a crush on a beautiful woman, I decided to plant a poisonous snake on her head, in order to keep the viper alive, the planting process must be carried out while the woman is alive This is a bit difficult, but so what? I like difficult challenges!" Thank you for your support!