Lestrade's heart was sour at the moment, and across from him sat a little girl in a small flower dress, the girl was not very old, only eight years old, and she was still holding a small puppet in her arms, the puppet looked very old, but it was very clean, and it could be seen that the little girl must like this puppet very much.

"Lisa, do you want a piece of cake?" Lestrade tried to make his smile as kind as possible, for fear of scaring the little girl opposite.

"Uncle, where the hell did my mom go?" Although the cake on the table was very tempting, and the little girl looked at the cake with a blank eye, in her heart, the whereabouts of her mother were the most important thing.

"Your mother is her, she has something to do, so she will put you here with me, you eat the cake first, and then sleep later, and your mother will come back!" Lestrade said kindly.

"But the aunt who picked me up said that something happened to my mother, what happened to her?" The little girl looked at Lestrade with big flashing eyes.

"She, how could something happen to her, trust me, she'll pick you up in a few days, okay?" Lestrade, who had never frowned in the face of all kinds of vicious gangsters in the past, was now a little panicked, what could he do, tell the little girl directly, your mother was killed, disemboweled, and her internal organs flowed all over the ground, and now everyone is ready to send you to the welfare home?

After entrusting the little girl to a policewoman, Lestrade smashed the desk in his office.

"We have the best of the hundreds of elites, can't we catch a perverted murderer?"

"Sir, there are no clues left at the scene, there is no surveillance, there are no fingerprints, and we have no choice!"

"Then find a way, within three days, I will solve the case!"

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"What did you find?"

"We compared the shoe prints of various brands currently on the market and confirmed that this is a pair of Adidas sneakers!"

"And then?"

"We analysed the ingredients and found a wood chip that is so rare that there are only about three places in London!"

"With a general direction! Not bad, is there anything else? ”

"In addition, we have figured out how many graves have been destroyed, a total of forty-three graves have been destroyed, but the remains we found at the scene are only forty-two!"

"One less!"

"He's looking for the body, but he's afraid that others will know about it, so he digs up all the graves and fishes in troubled waters! Hope no one else notices! ”

"So what's the discernment doing? Have you found their identity? ”

"It's still being further discerned, those populations are very chaotic, we can't even find their relatives, I don't recommend you to start from this aspect!"

"Okay, if there's anything new, be sure to let us know!"

After coming out of the laboratory, Aaron looked at the time, and first ran to MI6 and had a lunch with Hattie, which was not considered lunch, because it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and Aaron had not eaten, so the two had an afternoon snack in a coffee shop, and after warming for a while, Aaron hurried back to Scotland Yard.

"What do you mean another corpse in the gutter?" Before he could enter the office, Aaron heard Lestrade's roar echoing through the hallway.

"There are already two female corpses, two women have been disemboweled, and on the same day, look at the clothes you are wearing, and tell me, are you worthy? I don't care if he's some kind of ripper jack or race car jack, you get so much salary, don't you have any clues? ”

"Disembowelment? Why do you think this killer disembowels a woman? Aaron suddenly felt as if he had grasped something.

"Lestrade, have you checked the bodies?" Aaron pushed the door straight in, interrupting Lestrade's words.

"What? Where's the autopsy report? Seeing Aaron's serious look, the original sentence Don't make trouble changed as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Here!" A policeman sighed and handed Aaron a stack of reports.

"Disemboweled, disemboweled, missing a heart?" Aaron quickly flipped through the report, and a flash of inspiration flashed in an instant.

"He's collecting offal? What about your latest discovery of the corpse, what's missing? ”

"Still checking! We'll have to wait a while! ”

"What are you waiting for, let's go, the autopsy!" Lestrade also recalled.

A group of people rushed into the autopsy room, only to be driven out by the forensic doctor.

"You think this is a vegetable market, just come in two!"

After a forensic examination, the body was found to be missing a lung.

"If the murderer is the same person, then he must be collecting entrails!"

"What is he collecting entrails for? Eat? Lestrade made a disgusted look.

"Wait, I'll check something!"

As the official management body of transcendental affairs in the whole of Europe, the Transcendental Affairs Committee has a large archive warehouse, which stores all kinds of ancient documents, scrolls and all kinds of messy things, so only a few people here have the right to enter, and Aaron is no exception, unless he becomes a commissioner, and his goal is not to enter the archives, but the administrator of the archives, a former demon hunter who is said to have lived for almost two hundred years, but the other party seems to have taken some potions when he was young, So the appearance has always been the appearance of a middle-aged person.

"Hello, Mr. Geralt!" Aaron pushed the door open and entered, and saw a middle-aged man with white hair sitting behind a desk hurriedly hiding a book under the desk.

"Damn, it's you kid, don't go and kill demons, what are you doing here, do you want to play Quint, you're not my opponent!" The man, Geralt, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Aaron who had entered, and then took a copy of huā huā gōng zǐ from under the table.

"No, Mr. Geralt, I'm here to ask you something!" Aaron didn't go around the bush, and directly talked about the cases of the past few days, and finally asked: "Do you know what spells or rituals or some messy things need corpses and internal organs!" ”

"Corpses, entrails?" Geralt stroked his beard, thought for a moment and said, "As far as I know, there are many rituals that require these, but after listening to your description, I feel that it may be the kind of dark magic that resurrects the dead!" ”

"Resurrect the dead?"

"Yes, the organs of the living, the blood of children, and the body of the deceased, plus a few other things, but that thing is actually a pit, and it is impossible for the dead to be resurrected, and the end result is to create a ghoul in human form, the kind that lives by eating people!"

"Then why did they invent this?"

"The inventor doesn't know either, after he invented it and found out that it was a pit, he didn't use it, and those who knew it wouldn't use it! I guess the murderer you're looking for should have found this thing from somewhere, he doesn't know the result of this spell! ”

"Understood, I'll leave first, and I'll come to you to play cards when I'm free!"

"Walk slowly!" Seeing Aaron leave, Geralt picked up huā huā gōng zǐ again and looked at it with relish.