At this moment, Deacon Badr, who had not had any huge mood swings, suddenly lowered his head and looked at the detective's body in his hand!

The corpse, which had long since lost all signs of life, was like a flesh doll, its eyes did not blink, and its mouth did not move, but it was extremely strange that it was still making a sound like it was caring for itself, and there was even some mockery in its tone......

"Then if you think about it along this line, it is obvious why you would take the clothes of the deceased. Because you gave her that dress? Maybe you've only given her this one gift since you got married...... She's ever flaunted in front of her few friends and only wears it when she sees you?

Haha, it's the alley you invited her to.

His Excellency, a well-informed deacon, finally invited his wife on a date after many years of marriage.

But who would have thought...... Such a woman who should be admired and envied.

It turned out to be an adulterous unchaste ......"

"Poof!" One time.

Deacon Badr stomped on the corpse's head.

The kick was a bit hard, and the hardest bones in the human body were crushed by the force in an instant, and the aftershocks exploded the scattered flesh, brains and bone slag, and splashed wildly on the wall, making a crackling sound.

However, what was not quite right was that this kick that could have kicked through the floor did not cause much damage to the hut, and not even the dust fell.

Deacon Badr seemed to finally realize something, and he put his hand on the back of his neck, and there he ...... Touched a spider silk that was extremely unnoticed.

"So...... Why kill those women in the lower city?

At first, he was reluctant to kill his wife, so he vented his anger with other unclean people?

So why bother with cutting all the entrails into quarters?

Well, it can't be that your wife cheated on four people, right...... You're pretty wet with rain and dew, and you want to divide her equally among everyone who is good friends with her?

Although I really don't understand it sometimes, you guys who have been psychologically suppressed for a long time will always have some strange ideas.

As for why the uterus is left? ”

The detective's voice was still ringing, from all sides of the apartment, from the fragments of corpses that had been stamped to pieces and covered the walls:

"Shhh..... Could it be that there is already another life in her womb?

What you found after the dissection? But you don't know if this life belongs to you...... So, I didn't dare to start for a while?

Or do you think she's loaded with other people's slimy genetic information, so you feel disgusted and don't want to touch it?

Tsk, it's all conjecture, but that's how it should be......"

Sherlock's voice was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating, and every hint of exclamation or laughter was extraordinarily harsh.

Deacon Badr lowered his head slightly......

Although he still didn't say a word, the veins on the thick neck continued to swell, and the blood inside seemed to break through the wall of the pipe and spew out with real anger.

At the same time, his hand also tore off the spider silk on the back of his neck......

In an instant, everything in front of me is blurred, like paint dissolving and recombining in water.

The corpse was gone, the blood was gone, and everything was back to the way he had first entered.

It turned out that since then, he has not moved......

At this time, Sherlock was still sitting in the shabby patent leather sofa, with Erlang's legs crossed and his fingers crossed on his lap.

Beside him......

Catherine stood straight, while the old priestess sat on another couch with a huge heart-chilling spider crawling beside her.

"Look...... I'll just say the murderer will come to the door himself. Sherlock said with his hands outstretched, as if he didn't feel the suffocating oppression in the air.

But just like he said, the murderer has already confessed to wiping himself clean.

The case...... At this moment, the truth has been revealed.

Although there are still many doubts...... For example, when exactly did Deacon Badr find out that his wife was cheating, did the beautiful woman cheat on four people at different times, or did the four come together, and if so, how big of a bed would it take? What posture? What kind of frequency do they maintain with each other? And whose child is it that is conceived in the womb?

Well, none of this matters, after all, as mentioned before, some cases don't need to know too many details, you just need to know who to arrest.

As for why Sherlock was able to know who the murderer was, it is actually easy to explain.

Because this Badr deacon is really a little impatient......

Impatient to the point that every time Sherlock recounts his reasoning, the other person always asks some questions in the most critical places......

This doesn't match his personality, as a deacon of the Adjudication Division, his job has always been to hunt down and judge, this group of law enforcement machines has always been only for the target, not for reasons, and the people of the whole empire know this very well...... And as the husband of the deceased, or a devout member of the Holy See, he should be in a hurry to find the murderer within 24 hours, and then throw him into the blood prison of the Holy See, tortured to death!

But such a person would pay attention to the details of reasoning in solving the case?

It feels like a multiple-choice answer to a question asked for by a student at the back table during an exam, but the other person is asked to write down the process of solving each question.

This is so strange, copying multiple choice questions, naturally you only need to know the options......

Of course, all of the above is actually just the experience of a detective, and his irresponsible arrogance and arrogance.

But Sherlock was such a man that he knew very well that his speculation was right; It's as if he knows exactly how to stuff a person into a suitcase and doesn't worry about that person dying at all.

So, this murderer arrived as scheduled, and with the help of some abyssal forces, he obediently presented his identity as a murderer and shrouded in holy light.

A case ended perfectly.

......

Forehead...... It doesn't seem to be quite over yet.

As the huge spider beside the old priest began to hiss sharply, Catherine's gaze grew heavier, and the air seemed to begin to thicken.

At Badr's side, a pitch-black crack was silently torn open.

It was an abyssal rift that could lead to Hell......

Then, with a low roar, several huge fangs poked out of the crack.

......