With so many people patrolling here, it was obvious that this was the scene of the crime, and the body of the wife of the church deacon who had been tortured and killed was just around the corner of the street 20 meters from here.

The entire security squad wasted the boss's strength to cordon off this place so as not to destroy the scene, and this guy who came out of nowhere actually smoked here!!

The sheriff stepped in front of Sherlock in a few steps, and after making sure that he did not have the slightest sign related to the church or the nobility, he naturally took him for the entourage of the carriage.

The huge body under his house, which was nearly three meters high, looked at the other party viciously: "You! Put out the cigarette now! ”

The robotic arm can't complete the delicate operation of 'tearing the cigarette off', but listening to this guy's tone, he doesn't want to pull the cigarette, but wants to pull the other person's head off along with the cigarette.

"Don't be so nervous, man, smoking a cigarette won't break anything." Sherlock tilted his head and waved his hand unhurriedly:

"Even if you can destroy it, you've been spraying it around for hours, and you're almost all about to be destroyed."

"Uh———" the sheriff's tone froze.

The exhaust pipe behind the armor is also very good at picking the time, and it spews out a few hot streams.

As a sheriff, he spends most of his time doing hard work such as 'helping to purge small demons' or 'escorting church members', and he really isn't that good at things like protecting crime scenes.

Turning back, he saw Miss Catherine standing not far away, and at this distance the conversation between them must have been audible.

A wave of embarrassment rushed straight to the door of his head.

He was undoubtedly an admirer of Miss Catherine, or rather, most men who knew a little about the nun would be attracted to her.

Young, beautiful, pious, heroic, educated, excellent family and blood, almost all kinds of virtues can be found in her, and what is even more commendable is that she is also a contractor who has reached the second stage.

This natural gap makes countless admiration dare not be transformed into admiration, and can only be disguised as a kind of male worship of the strong.

This made the sheriff even angrier! But he still forcibly showed a little chivalry, gritted his teeth and said:

"Get out of here as quickly as possible, civilians! This is not the place you should be! ”

The voice did not fall......

"He can't leave yet." Catherine spoke for the first time when she arrived.

The sheriff looked back in shock.

The vague and soft face in the light made him dazed for a moment, a little unsure of what he had heard:

"It's hard to believe, but from now on...... This guy is the main person in charge of this murder. ”

The sheriff looked at the beautiful woman in the light in confusion, then lowered his head again, and looked at Sherlock, who was still calmly smoking a cigarette.

He knew that Miss Catherine would bring back a capable person who could solve the case this time, but he didn't expect that it would be such an inconspicuous civilian.

He couldn't guess the reason for this, so he could only stay in place and be stunned for a few seconds;

But......

He seemed to be able to sense that Miss Catherine had no affection for the commoner, much less any respect, which made the young sheriff feel much more comfortable.

"I'm sorry." He hid the resistance in his heart: "What should I call you?" ”

Sherlock...... Private Detective. ”

"Okay, Mr. Detective." He didn't call the other party's name, let alone report his own name, but continued very smoothly:

"In that case, you should know the nature of this incident, so before you see the corpse, you need to swear to the god of order that you will not expose all the details of this case to anyone, including your loved ones......."

He expertly uttered a long list of vows, but the general content was one: rot this thing in the gut!

Sherlock had long expected such a process, and the common people generally had little credibility for the people of the upper town.

He himself understands this view, after all, most of the people in the lower city are busy working for a living, and their reputation is really worthless.

So he followed the other party and read the oath again.

After the oath was completed, only a soft click was heard, and a thin black card as long as a thumb popped out of the sheriff's armored arm.

It is a miniature gramophone record on which the oath that has just been taken is recorded; And all vows are sent to the Inquisition of the Church. If anyone disobeys, they will be wanted and tried by a deacon.

Under the church, the oath naturally cannot be illusory, and you can beep blindly with three fingers, and if you violate it, you won't be able to hit five thunderous jokes.

Rather, there are records, there are entities, and there are constraints that really have a disciplinary effect.

Of course, the Inquisition doesn't really take every oath seriously, and in their words, the Light doesn't pay attention to those who don't matter much.

So the Inquisition never takes the initiative to investigate someone, this institution is completely independent of the social system, even if the mayor, the general, or even the emperor or pope wants to investigate a person and check his oath, he needs to submit absolutely reasonable and necessary reasons.

......

The sheriff handed the newborn oath to one of his subordinates, then turned and motioned for Sherlock to follow.

A few steps away, out of the light of the gas lamp, a deep alley was quietly hidden in the shadows.

At the junction of light and darkness, several men dressed in clerical robes stood reverently and humbly, their heads slightly bowed, holding brass pendants engraved with sacred scriptures in their hands, chanting rhythmically.

In front of these people, there stood a tall middle-aged man, almost two meters tall, no hair, but very dense beard, the robe on his body was mainly blue, but there was a wide and abrupt blood-red proclamation extending from the neckline to the hem, the night wind blew, the robe swayed gently, from time to time outlining the exaggerated muscle outline under the robe that was not human.

This outfit shows that this person is an executive officer of the Adjudication Division!

Under the Church, the purest executor of violence.

Unlike the Holy Legion on the shores of the Redk Strait, these people focus on cleansing the Empire: those who break their oaths, rebels, those who blaspheme the Light, and those who commit unpardonable sins, among others.

They have the most brutal torture, the bloodiest methods, the harshest execution, weapons comparable to those of the Holy Legions, authority above the laws of the Empire, almost anything, just no mercy.

Therefore, this group of guys clad in blood-colored notices is more terrifying than demons in the eyes of most citizens of the Empire.

"Lord Badr." The sheriff hung his head vigorously, and although he was much taller than the other party with steel armor, he exuded a clearly visible sense of humility: "This is Sherlock, a detective, and Miss Catherine has found ......"

The man, known as Badr, raised his hand to signal that there was no need to say any more; Then he turned his head, his brow bones were high, and he covered his entire eyes in the dark, and just looked at Sherlock.

After a few seconds......

"I don't care if I'm a citizen, my profession, I'm a mortal, I'm not even a contractor, my wife is dead, I need a murderer...... Alive! ”

His voice was deep and he couldn't hear any sadness, but Sherlock noticed that the sheriff next to him shivered subconsciously when the word 'live' came out.

It should be reminded of the torture in some church blood prisons, which makes life worse than death.

With that, Deacon Badri turned to the side, letting the light from the street lamp into the alley.

A shocking scene unfolded before Sherlock's eyes.