Pendragon is the center of the whole of Britannia, the capital, the political and economic center.

So naturally, this is also the location of the headquarters of many newspapers, and the reporters here are also the elite of the elite.

Obviously, the rhetoric of these elite reporters made Gregerson gradually unable to parry, and even began to stutter when he spoke.

Soon, however, he saw Sherlock coming with two men coming this way, and he shouted as if he had seen a savior.

"Sherlock."

Without waiting for those reporters to react, Sherlock, Watson and others directly lifted the warning and took them in. They sped up the pace, it was almost like pressing the accelerator button.

Gregson's smile froze.

And the reporters around also poured in again.

"I'm sorry, I have some more important things to do, you go ask the rest of the detectives."

Struggling to break free of these annoying reporters, Gregerson followed straight in.

The group of reporters obviously asked a little unsatisfied, and even wanted to follow up.

However, as the earth trembled, several tall police mechs stood in front of them.

The police mecha are actually mechs that have been retired from the front line, and they have been repainted and put into use by the police.

Looking at the huge muzzle of the gun hanging low, the group of reporters did not go in again.

The Nisock apartment is furnished in a similar way to 221B Baker Street, where they live.

There is a wooden staircase at the entrance, and the old wallpaper is pasted all around, because it is an old building, so the windows are made very small, so that there is little sunlight here, so it looks very gloomy.

Walk up the stairs to the second floor, where you will find the apartment's open plan kitchen and the living room that connects to the kitchen.

It seems like no one has been here for a long time, and the red carpet is so dusty that it has even turned a dark red.

The coffee table and sofa are also covered with a layer of dust, and there is a large piece of mold on the wallpaper, which looks like it is not very waterproof.

And the poor victim just lay on the carpet under the sofa.

It was a woman wearing a very modest pink woolen coat, a matching hat, and a pair of flesh-colored stockings.

She was lying face down, her face was also hideous, although her appearance was much better than that of the previous deceased, but under such a hideous countenance, it could be said that she had no sense of beauty at all.

Sherlock crouched down to take a closer look, then slowly stood up, "It's about the same as the last deceased." ”

Gregerson walked over, "I've asked someone to check this person's identity and see if I can find out the connections of these deceased people." ”

"There's no network, I've already checked it." "The killer was a taxi driver driving a scarab car. ”

"Where did you find out?" Gregerson wondered.

"My assistant will tell you everything." Sherlock looked at Watson, "Go and explain it to him." ”

Watson was stunned, "Explanation? ”

"Tell him what I told you last night, I don't want to waste some unnecessary time." Sherlock looked at Gregson.

Watson shrugged, then pulled Gregson aside and began to explain what had happened last night, though he had concealed Locke's existence.

Sherlock and Locke went to the corpse and lowered his voice, "How did you find that man?" ”

"A tracking spell that can only determine the general direction." Locke muttered in a low voice, "I also sensed the demon's breath before I discovered that person." ”

Sherlock's eyes flashed with an unknown light, and he fell into deep thought.

Gregerson came from the side, and was about to speak when he heard Sherlock say.

"Shut up, it's noisy."

"I haven't spoken yet?" Gregerson said confusedly.

"You're about to say it." Sherlock stared at the corpse and replied.

Gregerson pursed his lips speechlessly, "If you had notified us last night, you might have been able to catch that guy." ”

"Judging by the stiffness of this corpse, it was at least between 9 and 11 o'clock last night, when the taxi driver had just escaped our pursuit."

Sherlock looked at Gregson, "Do you think he has the time?" ”

Gregerson frowned, "What do you mean?" ”

"They" expanded. Sherlock whispered, "Maybe it's early in the morning, or maybe it's in the recent past, there is one more murderer in this suicide case." ”

"Things are getting more and more troublesome." Gregerson frowned.

"Trouble?" Sherlock shook his head, "I think it's getting clearer. Smart people are always withdrawn, because there are always a few smart people in this world, and no one can find a satisfactory assistant. This is especially true of a serial murderer, and having a stupid assistant will only increase the risk of exposure.

What I'm more concerned about is what the purpose of getting an assistant to help him would rather be at risk of exposure. ”

"What?"

"I used to think that his motive for killing was for pleasure, because the dead had no connection. The city is his hunting ground, and he is the hunter who walks in this hunting ground. But now, I have another guess. ”

Sherlock looked at Locke, his gaze dancing with a strange light.

"He has a certain task, maybe he's also for pleasure, but there's also something that's pushing him.

The reason why he wanted to find an assistant was because he didn't have enough time.

Because there is another hunter in this hunting ground who specializes in hunting him. ”

He looked at Gregson, "You go and inform your men, according to my guess, do a big screening of taxi drivers in the entire imperial capital, I remember that all taxi drivers have to be registered, right?" ”

"Yes." Gregson's eyes lit up, "I'll deal with it right away!" ”

"Close the door and don't let anyone in until I call you!" Sherlock said.

Gregerson, accustomed to Sherlock's attitude, turned and walked away, closing the door by the way.

When the room was quiet, Sherlock looked at Locke.

"Is there anything else you haven't said?"

"What?" Locke was a little confused.

"His purpose." Sherlock said, "You say there's a demon behind him, so what did the demon ask him to kill these people for?" ”

Locke thought for a moment, "According to common sense, demons choose to act as agents in the human world, usually for the sake of human souls. ”

"Is there such an obvious serial murder like this?" Sherlock asked.

Locke shook his head, "No, demonic agents are precious. They tend to keep a low profile and harvest souls, killing a person in one place and then changing places, because it's not just us chasing them, there's another more powerful force. ”

He frowned, and it seemed that he did feel a little strange, "It does seem a little strange to be so high-profile as recently as it has been." ”

"He's in a hurry." Sherlock slowly grinned and said with some excitement.

"They must have something urgent to achieve......

Things that can be achieved by killing people......"

(End of chapter)