"Watson?!Sherlock?!" L exhaled.

Carlo didn't show a smile on his face, glanced at him faintly, and said, "Do you know these two people?

L muttered: "It's a star in some fields, I thought it was a fictional character, but I didn't expect it to be real."

Carlo chuckled, "I just have two good ideas, since you like them so much, it's better to choose them"

L looked stunned, and secretly sighed that he didn't expect that his casual words would determine the tragic fate of the great detective and his assistant in the future.

"Two people over there, hurry up and get out of here" Sherlock apparently also noticed the existence of the two Carlo, and shouted to warn.

Carlo seemed to be unconscious, and walked towards the two of them.

Sherlock frowned fiercely, and was about to say something, when the Human-headed Monster Bird had fallen back into the tree and began to play the harp.

The bewildering sound of the harp had just been played a few moments before it was interrupted by a gunshot.

Sherlock emitted a faint smoke from the musket in his hand, bowed his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and the determined man bit the tip of his tongue and instantly woke up from the magic sound.

"Remarkable. Carlo praised, and the strange bird let out a high-pitched and screeching sound, flapped its wings and flew to Carlo's shoulder, arching his neck affectionately with its pretty head.

"It turned out to be the monster you raised" Sherlock's eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly: "Then I think that the various tragedies that have occurred in London recently have nothing to do with you."

"Sherlock!" Watson cried out anxiously, already a little scared.

Sherlock was unmoved, and turned his gun on Carlo.

"Stand back, I'll shoot!" he said coldly.

With a smile on her face, Carlo continued to walk towards him.

"Bang bang", two gunshots rang out, Carlo was unscathed, Sherlock's face changed, and he turned around and ran without hesitation.

As his companion for many years, Watson had the same tacit understanding as him, and he didn't even need to make eye contact, and he ran away.

Carlo waved his hand, and the two men who were desperately trying to flee fell to the ground.

The invisible big hand took the two of them, and Carlo's figure flew into the sky like a big bird, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"You said giant, I hope you can hurry, L"

L looked up at the deep night sky and was silent

Carlo returned to the cathedral that had already become gloomy and eerie, and now no one dared to come here to pray and worship anymore, there was no one in the radius, not even the patrolling policemen did not go here, as for the people of the Holy See, after losing more than a hundred knights on the first day of Carlo's arrival in London, there was no absolute certainty that they would not attack easily.

On the contrary, the little bats and werewolves of the Dark Council will come to probe their brains from time to time.

Carlo's appearance quickly relieved the snoopers hidden in the darkness, and he swept around faintly, and as far as his eyes could see, a dull popping sound sounded, and the smell of blood began to fill the air.

Soon, the area was swept clean.

Carlo walked into the church satisfied, looked up and greeted the tearful statue of God: "Hey, damn old man, good evening"

A dark shadow swooped up from the side and sprang up on Carlo.

Carlo's expression remained unchanged, but a smile spread between his eyebrows.

A cold, soft, graceful body wrapped around him like a snake, a faint slippery touch roamed freely on his skin, and the fragrant tongue of Akado wrapped his arms around Carlo's neck and circled around him.

"You're finally back, dear"

Acador's beautiful bloody eyes were tinged with resentment, and without waiting for Carlo to answer, he gave him a deep long kiss.

"Acador" Carlo gently dragged Acador's body, rubbing his big hands wantonly, teasing him so coquettishly, "I have something to tell you"

"Uh-huh, I have something to tell you too," Akado's eyes were watery, and he was clearly emotional.

"Then let's talk about it first"

"Mother sent someone to inform me that all the elders of the Dark Council want to see you"

Carlo nodded and said casually, "Yes, in a few days, I will visit them properly." ”

Acador didn't hear Carlo's accentuated tone, but looked at him affectionately, waiting for him to speak.

Carlo chuckled, and his big hand went up to Acador's soft waist and abdomen, slowly gliding inch by inch over her delicate body, and finally climbing up the pair of full, revealing small white snow mounds

Accardo groaned lowly, and her whole body collapsed in Carlo's arms, ready for something she had been waiting for, but Carlo only grabbed the pendant around her neck.

"Huh?!" Acador was dumbfounded.

Carlo bit her earlobe and whispered, "I'm going to borrow your bloody cloak for a while, for one of my experiments, it will be all right soon"

Accardo pursed her delicate red lips dissatisfied, and gently shook her arms around Carlo's neck: "Is it just such a small thing? Don't you have anything else to do to me?"

Carlo couldn't help laughing, smiled and pinched her pretty face, and said softly: "Don't worry, my little D woman will be able to get your wish soon"

Accardo's pretty face blushed, and she sneered at him, turning into a bat and flying away, leaving only a delicate blood-colored pendant lying quietly in Carlo's hand.

Carlo chuckled softly

The choir behind the chapel, once a quiet and peaceful place, littered with corpse stumps, is now Carlo's dedicated laboratory.

He tied Sherlock and Watson to their chairs, and they soon came to their senses, seeing Carlo, and then seeing the corpses all around him, and a scene of terrible death, and his face turned pale with fright.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?"

After all, Sherlock is a famous detective, with excellent psychological qualities, and he can barely stabilize his mind.

Carlo didn't have to spend time explaining to him, but went about his own thing.

"I heard you're a doctor, and you're good at surgery?" Carlo asked with a smile as he walked up to Watson.

Watson looked horrified, not understanding what Carlo meant, but nodded anyway.

"Great," Carlo nodded in satisfaction, "I think you'll enjoy your future career"

As he spoke, Carlo stuffed a black potion into Watson's mouth, and Watson's eyes showed great horror, and soon the panic turned into pain, and he let out a roar that was not like a human voice, and the whole person quickly swelled.

"What did you do to him?, you demon?!" Sherlock cried out in horror.

Carlo smiled and observed for a moment, then stretched out his five fingers and slashed twice in the void, and a huge wound suddenly appeared on Watson's huge body, blood and internal organs flowed out together, and he wailed in pain.

Sherlock was going crazy, and he roared angrily at the sight of his friend being tortured like this.

Carlo said softly: "There is a little boy, he is thin, very handsome, he has been talented in art since he was a child, he can play the piano, he can dance, he is the best at fishing, especially his hook, very accurate"

Carlo told a faint story, and his hands were on and off, as the mangled pieces of corpse floated and frantically stuffed into Watson's mouth and stomach, like a Christmas chef stuffing spices and fruit into a turkey's belly.

"He loves to laugh, he is cheerful and optimistic, he also has a happy family, and everyone loves him"

Watson fell heavily to the ground, his body convulsed, Sherlock's roaring voice was hoarse, Carlo's eyes were sad, and he continued: "Unfortunately, one day, a robber attacked the boy's town, cut off the little boy's right hand, hacked the little boy's parents to death, and his head was split in two, and his brain flowed to the ground."

Watson is strutted to death by corpses, Sherlock falls silent like a wounded beast, and Carlo's story continues.

"The poor little boy survived, he was very sad, he wanted revenge, but he was too thin and weak, there was no way, in order to take revenge he could only eat desperately, hoping to grow taller and stronger, in order to be able to eat more meat, he secretly ran into the slaughterhouse, and secretly ate the internal organs and raw meat of the animals there"

Carlo's voice suddenly rose and his tone became cheerful, "Many years have passed, our little boy has grown up, look at his current appearance, he is much stronger than before, he has also learned a lot of useful skills in the slaughterhouse, he even made himself a long chain hook with a hook to hang meat, and put it on his broken right hand, now his fishing skills can be reused, one hook can hook people whole, and then use a boning knife to cut off their heads and eat their flesh"

Carlo smiled and glanced at Watson on the ground, then turned to look at the stunned Sherlock, and said word by word: "Later, the little boy killed those damned robbers, and then people called him, butcher."

The great fear, sadness, and shock had destroyed Sherlock's will, and his lips trembled, and he could only keep repeating two words: "Demon Demon"

Carlo walked over and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, then grabbed his pale and slender hands, looked at them as if they were a perfect artifact, and said casually: "Don't worry, Sherlock, I have prepared you no worse than Watson."

"Your fingers are so beautiful" Carlo couldn't help but praise, he looked at Sherlock, smiled and asked: "Can you give it to me?" I plan to collect it, I will exchange it with you with something else" Please Baidu "Throw the book network" Thank you for your support!