London Police, 5th Floor, Chief's Office.

As the highest officer of the London Police Department, Lestrade was humbly bowing his head slightly at this time, trying his best to show the respect in his smile, but because he usually did not smile, his expression looked more like a strange twitch.

Facing the short old man on the sofa, he hesitated again and again, glanced at the clock on the wall with his peripheral vision, and finally spoke:

"Lord Priest, Scotland Yard has been expanded four times, and the corridors and stairs are in disarray, will Miss Catherine ......?"

He didn't dare to say the word "lost" because that might be misinterpreted as a road idiot, or a bad brain.

The old man in front of him obviously didn't care so much, just smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, it should be almost there." ”

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the office door was pushed open, and the young woman in the quirky nun costume walked in;

The long black hair was tied up at the back of the neck, and the eyebrows and eyes were very sharp, making it naturally reveal a pride and coldness that did not match its age.

At this time, there was obvious anger on his face...... Director Lestrade was uneasy.

"Did something happen?" The old man on the couch got up and asked.

"Nothing, just running into an uncultured bastard." Catherine closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the fire in her heart.

The director chuckled in his heart, and secretly scolded everyone up and down the entire police station.

Obviously, I have already instructed that it is a big man to be received today, and I am polite when I see unfamiliar faces, how can there be people who don't have long brains!

"I promise that those who offend the sanctity of the Holy See will be punished with the severest punishment!" He hurriedly said.

Catherine shook her head, not wanting to dwell on this matter anymore, she looked sideways at the director and said solemnly: "Have you found a candidate?" ”

The chief's smile froze, and he cried out in embarrassment: "Miss Catherine, although I am the chief of the London police station, your request ...... It's too hard. ”

......

In fact, originally, it wasn't a big deal, but a perverted murderer suddenly appeared in the old city, brutally tortured and killed 12 women within half a month, each of them was crazy and violated, amputated, bloodletting, and internal organs were torn out and chopped up and scattered on the ground.

That's all.

In this era when 'hell' invades the plane of reality, demons are running around, and walking at night may rattle and die without a corpse, it is really difficult to attract enough attention to the emergence of a serial killer.

But the bad thing is that this guy seems to be killing and killing, and he is killing.....

He was no longer satisfied with continuing to commit crimes in the lower town, but instead targeted the upper town, and last night, he tortured and killed a beautiful lady.

In fact, if it is just a resident of Uptown, it is nothing, at most it is to raise the bounty a little, but it is good to die, this victim of Uptown...... The wife of an executive of the Holy See!

Now it's a big deal!

As we all know, after the gates of hell were opened, the Holy See became the only hope for the continuation of the human race, whether it was the churches built in the urban areas, or the tens of thousands of fanatical war maniacs in the south who used their flesh and blood to resist the invasion of demons, or the ubiquitous [Holy Light], all of which were the last support for humanity to survive on the brink of extinction.

The sanctity and inviolability of the Holy See

When the children are not yet literate and their worldview has not yet been formed, this passage is already familiar in their young hearts, just like the rising sun and the setting of the moon, a certain established rule of this world.

"I don't care what method you use." The woman's face was gloomy: "Someone has killed the family members of the Holy See, this is a blasphemy against the Holy Light, and within 24 hours, the murderer must be found." ”

"But, you only gave me a place, and that's ......," said Director Lestrade, plucking up the courage to explain, but seeing Miss Catherine's slightly furrowed brow, she quickly swallowed the rest of the words back into her stomach.

There is no way, the wife of an executive was tortured and killed, which is even more appalling than the mayor of London's love of dogs, and if it spreads, it will tarnish the supreme authority of the Holy See.

So this matter must be solved as quickly as possible, and the fewer people who know about it, the better!

But......

Isn't it impossible to have a person investigate a serial murder case and catch the killer within 24 hours!

Unless......

Unless!!!

Director Lestrade swallowed, and thought of a name with great helplessness and uneasiness.

The moment the idea came to mind......

"Huh? Could it be that Your Excellency has someone in mind? ”

The short old man in front of him suddenly spoke, and under a pair of drooping eyelids, his gray pupils were lifeless.

The director didn't know what was wrong with him, so he nodded subconsciously: "Yes, if anyone can do it, it is only him." ”

As soon as the words came out, he suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. Looking at the short old man who had been smiling in front of him, there was a faint fear in the original respect.

The words just now were definitely not said according to my own wishes.

Rather, he was driven by some kind of power from the abyss.....

So, this priest is not only a contractor, but has also evolved to the second stage?!

"Is there finally a choice?" Miss Catherine asked.

Director Lestrade clenched his hands tightly, sweat was already oozing between his fingers, he knew that there was no point in concealing it at this time, so he could only respond worriedly: "Yes, there is such a candidate, a ...... Private Detective ......"

......

Ten minutes later, in the cell of the police station.

The old gas lamps sizzled, reflecting a dim glow in the dampness.

Several police officers were struggling to carry a huge suitcase oozing blood, and if it weren't for the strange wriggling that came from time to time inside, no one would have dared to believe that there was a person stuffed inside.

The man's pelvis was kicked to pieces, and the two thighs were forcibly broken to the chest in a miserable posture, and the dead pressure was pressed, the ribs may have been broken, the shoulders were dislocated, and the tendons of the elbows were torn apart, like two hemp ropes, and a miserable knot was tied at the bottom of the neck.

In short, a big living person was compressed into a lump of meat, and what was even more terrifying was that this person was still alive.

Under the laws of the empire, death row prisoners have no civil right to litigate, so even if they are treated roughly, there is no reason to justify.

After all, these people are already going to be escorted to the execution ground.

But...... But it's also a bit too miserable.

"Thorn ————"

The trunk was unzipped and there was a terrible sound of bones rubbing against each other, followed by the sound of lungs finally getting a dilated gasp.

There were no screams and cries for help, only the most inaudible miserable moans, and the person slowly 'flowed' out like a puddle of mud.

In front of the box, the short old man in the robe was stunned, and then looked at the police officers on the side, and found that they were all looking sideways, not daring to look at the person on the ground.

"The Mr. Detective you call you...... Is it like this every time? ”

One of the officers nodded timidly.

"Yes, Lord Priest, in his words...... In this way, it is more convenient to escort the prisoners. ”

Meanwhile, on the third floor of the police station, Commissioner Lestrade and Miss Catherine were standing at the door of the lounge.

The director pointed to a couch, where a man was sitting, dressed in a trench coat, with a slender figure, holding a book in his hand, reading as if he were sleeping, like a down-and-out aristocrat who had lost all interest in life.

"That's the ..... this person." The director said humbly.

Before the words fell, he suddenly noticed the expression of the lady beside him:

"Uh...... Miss Catherine, your face ...... It doesn't seem to be good. ”