Four days later, the ancient Roman city of law.

The new Emperor of the Empire, Mr. Franklin, had reached the very center of the Empire's power, and the city should have prepared everything to welcome the new master before he arrived.

However, at this time, because of the collective replacement of security personnel, the maintenance of equipment, and the partial repair of the urban area, this ancient city still seems a little messy.

A large number of transport vehicles shuttled back and forth on the streets, and the surface of some buildings was extremely badly damaged, with bullet marks and shattered street lamps everywhere, as if this place had just experienced a war not long ago, although most of this street scene appeared in the inner city, but there were still a lot of specious rumors spread, fortunately, the news of Augustine the Great's death was still suppressed, but such a big movement, I don't know how long it could be suppressed.

As for the original members of the security team, some of them were taken away by the Imperial Ministry of Justice, while many more were taken to the Inquisition headquarters and were being investigated in the most detail.

In an interrogation room on the third basement floor of the Imperial Ministry of Justice, a huge gas lamp overhead emitted an extremely uncomfortable light, and a soldier still wearing the uniform of the ancient Roman garrison sat under the lamp, and the scorching light made his back faintly sweat.

"As the captain of the 7th Garrison Detachment, you have 30 fully equipped soldiers, and the bullets alone can make you shoot non-stop for 5 minutes in a row! But you didn't even hold back for 10 seconds? ”

In the dim darkness where the lights could not shine, a Justice Department worker roared.

It is impossible for anyone to accept that an emperor, and the greatest emperor in the history of the empire, should be assassinated in the capital of the empire just after announcing his abdication.

Therefore, the people of the Ministry of Justice have been sparing no effort in interrogation in the past few days, trying to find the clues behind this assassination, and they have always believed that this matter must have a lot of internal response within the garrison, otherwise it would not have succeeded.

"6 minutes, from the outer city to the inner city, 33 checkpoints, there are patrols on every road, can he infiltrate it? No one answered. I wouldn't believe even a fucking Japanese dog! ”

"There's not a single light in the drainage system, I went down to see it myself! Who the can run 5 streets in 1 minute in a place like that? ”

"Two people, rushing out of the building surrounded by 7 teams, are you teasing me?"

"I've said it countless times, a child cries when it's born, a wild cat barks when it mates, something is bound to make a sound, and a gun shoots a bullet and it makes a sound!! Absolutely fucking, will fuck making a fucking sound! ”

It's been four days, and almost every room in the underground interrogation room is extremely irritable.

It's not that they can't judge anything, on the contrary, the soldiers in front of them are very cooperative with their work, and they can almost be said to know everything.

But it is precisely because of this that these interrogators are becoming more and more uneasy.

Because they found that it seemed that from beginning to end, it took half an hour to defeat the terrifying power of the entire urban defense system, but in fact, there were really only those two people.

Unlike the inquisition atmosphere of the Imperial Ministry of Justice, which was irritable and angry, in the Inquisition under the Holy See, the interrogation about the assassination seemed so silent and tense that some people could even catch a trace of panic in the surrounding air.

A liaison put down the phone in his hand, looked at a judge in front of him, and took a deep breath:

"The inquisitor temporarily stationed in London has personally visited the military base on the outskirts of the city, and he has revealed the Light, and the demon has been stored in an underground warehouse since the experiment was completed, and no one can transport it away."

"It's impossible, another group of people will investigate!"

The Inquisitor rubbed his brows tiredly, for four days, the entire team he was in charge of had been soaked in a ridiculous and terrifying atmosphere, and they didn't even have the time to care about the death of an old emperor of the empire, they just cared about why a third-order great demon with no transfer record would appear next to that mountaintop road.

The four contractors who fought with him had all died, and the great demon named Crimson had torn apart four demons of the same class by himself, this kind of combat power was undoubtedly amazing, but his "appearance" was more terrifying than its terrifying lethality.

The assassin who survived the scene didn't seem to want to hide it, and the answer he gave was. Summoned over.

This answer is, of course, ridiculous, so absurd that no one will believe it, so the news was directly blocked, and no one except the relevant investigation team was made known.

However, three full groups of people have been changed to investigate, and the results are all the same.

That demon, it is impossible to be transported out of the military base.

The liaison wiped the sweat from his forehead, as one of the few people who knew about this incident, he could barely sleep these days, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the terrifying image of the huge demon rushing out of the void crack and slapping itself into flesh.

He hesitated for a moment, then plucked up his courage and tentatively suggested, "Otherwise, how about finding someone to go to the Temple of Light. Maybe the servants of God can give an explanation. ”

London, the city hall has never been so efficient, just last month said that it is ready to implement the policy of replacing electric street lights in all streets in the city, and now it has been almost implemented, but the roads that have been lifted up have not been resurfaced, and they look a little dirty.

Baker Street is not a major street, so it is not planned, and the dim lights are as bright as ever, reflecting the empty streets.

A carriage stopped quietly at the door of No. 221B. Ms. Adler stepped out of the carriage, and the attendant, who had been silent, followed her silently, as if she could disappear in an instant as if she could disappear in an instant as she walked through the dim moments of light and shadow.

"Knock knock~"

She knocked on the door of 221B.

Soon, there was a sound of the doorknob turning, the wooden door that was not new, was pulled back, and a white nun made a silent gesture of please.

Erin walked into the old house in the middle of Baker Street, and like all ladies, she looked at her surroundings and sniffed the faint scent of flowers in the air, and seemed to be quite satisfied, and finally her eyes fell on the woman at the tea table in front of her.

She walked over with a smile, seemingly polite, but in the face of a Holy See saint, she neither bowed reverently, nor did she kneel to worship, but only put on a polite smile, which seemed to be disrespectful to a commoner.

But neither woman had any objection to this.

It was the first time they had met, and they had never known each other, and they had nothing to do with each other.

So under this kind of relationship, what can make two women meet is either money or men.

Neither the Holy See nor Ms. Irene could be short of money.

So naturally it's the latter.

Erin sat down in front of Mrs. Hudson, didn't introduce herself, didn't say the polite opening words of the meeting, just said straight to the point: "Where is he?" ”

"Blood Prison."

Mrs. Hudson's simple words made Miss Erin in front of her clench her fists tightly.

"His Highness the Pope hasn't thought of a way yet?" Erin asked again.

"You should know that there are only two places in the entire empire where the Pope can be helpless, one is the Temple of Holy Light, and the other is the Blood Prison."

Erin exhaled slowly, "How long have they been in?" ”

"As a holy woman of the Holy See, I am also within the scope of the refusal of the blood prison, but as far as I know, it will take at least half a month."

Hearing this, the servant behind him frowned slightly as soon as he entered the door, and his figure seemed to have disappeared.

I remembered that I had been in that terrible place for two days, and I was already on the verge of collapse, and those two guys had been there for half a month.

That. Didn't he become a madman a long time ago?

(End of chapter)