The next day, it rained heavily

It was not a trickle, but a curtain of rain and lightning and thunder falling from the sky, as if some kind of extraterrestrial will was also watching the drama unfold, snickering from time to time, the voices hidden among the clouds, crashing against each other with the laughter, emitting bursts of humming.

A horse-drawn carriage drove between the long streets of London, and the street lamps on both sides were on, like bright petals blooming in a shower, enchanting and eerie.

Today, Sherlock and Watson were going to visit the three of them, so they chartered a carriage and shuttled through the buildings of Uptown under the heavy rain.

At nine o'clock in the morning, he stopped in front of a church.

There will be no more mistakes in this visit, as yesterday did not communicate well, and the people of the trial court have already been informed and have been waiting at the door of the church for a long time.

So, led by a judge, the two walked smoothly into the church, through the corridors and courtyards, and finally came to a room.

Along the way, Sherlock saw that every corner, every corridor, and every door was guarded, the scarlet notice on the chest of the deacon of the Inquisitioner was particularly eye-catching, between the courtyards, the monks of the church were constantly patrolling, the people of the Inquisition were supervising the security procedures in various areas, and almost everyone had a portable buzzer in their hands, and as long as they pinched, they could burst into a loud sound to notify the people nearby that something was going on.

Thinking back to the assassination in the ancient Roman city a few months ago, Sherlock also wanted to infiltrate the layers of guards, but the venue at that time was a whole city, he would always find a gap to sneak in at some moment, and this was just a church, crammed in so many people, there was almost no visual blind spot, all the way down, Sherlock felt that even if he was himself, it was impossible to quietly break through this defense.

Pushing open the door, they saw the target of the visit

The head of the entire diocese of Ingillia ——— Pope Nadine Beru.

Over fifty years old, his figure is slightly fat, but both in terms of clothing and appearance, he is extremely careful, and his well-trimmed beard makes him look energetic. Sherlock is no stranger to this Pope, after all, he has always lived in London, although he has never attended large worship ceremonies, and he has never been to the blessing ceremony, but in front of the head of his diocese, he must have seen a few glances from afar on the periphery of the crowd.

At this time, Pope Nadine Beru was silently praying for a copy of the Gospel of Light, when he heard the sound of the door open, he slowly opened his eyes, then got up, smiled and walked to Sherlock and Watson, and shook hands with them very solemnly.

"Yesterday the people in the trial court notified me, so I've been waiting for the two of you." The Pope smiled heartily, then looked up and down at the two opposites, and then said with great admiration and pride: "I never thought that such a good person could appear in London, in fact, we should have known each other a long time ago." ”

Listening to these words, Sherlock couldn't help but be a little stunned, and could feel that the Pope must have known some rumors about him, such as the old man walking out of the seaside town, such as the inexplicable visit in the blood prison, in short, Sherlock suddenly found that the once unattainable Pope was now going to take the initiative to come and shake hands with him.

Oh, I don't think there's a need to be too upset, because a year ago, I seem to have killed a Pope

"It's an honor." Sherlock briefly responded to the Pope's overtures, and then immediately shifted the subject to the case itself: "May I ask when the Ripper's murder notice is when?" ”

He asked the question directly in front of the people on the list, and although it was also written in the case report, Sherlock still habitually wanted to hear the person himself say.

And Pope Nadine Belu didn't care about this taboo at all, and said with a smile: "There are five days left." ”

Sherlock nodded and looked at the layout around the room, "So, you're going to wait here?" ”

"Hahaha———" the Pope laughed heartily, "of course, and I am extremely confident in everything here!"

My parents were priests in this church, I grew up here, and as an adult, I also worked here as a friar, then rose through the ranks to become a clerical member of the Holy See, and finally a little bit to become pope.

On the day I officially took over the diocese of Ingilia, I set up this church as my main missionary node, where I work, where I live, where every inch of the ground has my footprints.

It's the safest place for me. In fact, I don't even need the Inquisitors to be in charge of the placement, because I'm the one who knows the church in the world. ”

When he said this, Pope Nadine Beru's tone was full of absolute confidence.

In fact, Sherlock did find that the guards here were heinous on the way.

The location of the room in front of him was even more delicate, there was almost no possibility of sneaking closer, and the entire church was filled with demonic tranquilizers, and there was no possibility that a contractor could suddenly summon a demon from a few kilometers away and stab the Pope to death in the room.

Just as he was thinking about it, the Pope in front of him proudly took out a key.

"It's not just the patrolmen around, you may not have noticed that the house itself is the strongest part of the church.

The walls here are embedded with the kind of material developed by the Imperial Machinery Institute that I can't name, which I built five years ago when I renovated it, even if you bring in a steam chariot for the battlefield, it is impossible to destroy it, the windows have buttons that can only be opened from the inside, and when the shutter is lowered, there are only small holes of less than a centimeter to keep the air circulating, and even the cracks under the doors are tightly connected to the ground, and only the gaps that are less than half a millimeter together are used to open and close the doors.

Moreover, this room only has this one key.

Can't be copied, can't be remade. ”

Sherlock looked down at the key, and found that it was like a triangular pyramid, with complex protrusions on each side, and it was also large, and the thinnest part was the thickness of a thumb, and it looked like it was indeed impossible to imitate.

In this way, it seems that this place can really be described as 'impregnable'.

It would be interesting if, then, the ripper could still kill the Pope in this case.

Sherlock still had a little expectation in his heart, but he certainly wouldn't show it. After some high-sounding praise and modesty, Sherlock and Watson visited the two remaining men who were about to be murdered.

But when it was said that they were visiting two people, they only saw one.

Because that very popular drama actor didn't want to see anyone at all, and to put it bluntly, she didn't trust anyone.

This drama actor is about 30 years old, unmarried, very beautiful, and has a very solid acting skills, according to legend, in the aristocratic circle, many people want to get close to her.

Of course, none of that matters.

About three days ago, the Royal Bureau of Investigation visited him for the last time, and during the visit, he was adamant that he did not want to be protected by anyone, whether it was the Holy See or the government.

Because she thinks that there will be homicides where there are people, after all, people can be bought, and the more people around them, the greater the chance, and the safest way is actually to be alone, come to a place that no one knows, and hide alone until the date of her murder passes.

If there is no one around, then naturally it is impossible for someone to murder themselves.

Forehead. In fact, from a certain point of view, this idea is not wrong.

And the beautiful actor did not give anyone any opportunity to refute himself, and on the night of the same day, he left the apartment alone, and then went to a place that no one knows, even if the court searched for three days, but did not find his location.

After that, the trial court ended its investigation of her, and simply let herself hide, because from the good side, if even the trial court struggled to find her, then the chance of others finding her was naturally smaller, so she had to wait until the murder date passed, and she came out by herself, maybe this desperate approach could really make her the first person to survive the murder of the ripper.

Oh. When it comes to all-or-nothing bets.

The third murder target that Sherlock and the two of them visited, it was really called all or nothing.

When I met him, I even felt that this guy was safe. Forehead. If you don't do it, you'll kill yourself.

(End of chapter)