The black shadow tortured the mayor, and he was torturing.

Another dark shadow rummaged through the cabinets, looking for something important.

After the torture and search were fruitless, the black shadow slaughtered the entire mayor's mansion in order to vent his anger.

Who is the Dark Shadow?

What is the Dark Shadow looking for?

Two questions flashed through her mind one after another, and Rosalia tapped her fingertips on the wheelchair: "What about the mayor's daughter and son-in-law?" ”

"Well, this ......," Sergeant Webb replied helplessly, "Mr. and Mrs. Davis didn't come home tonight, and as for the reason, we need to find out where they are......"

Rosaria frowned: "That means you don't know where the people are?" ”

"Yes, yes......" Sheriff Webb only felt a chill in his back.

Although the girl is not very old, her aura is really too cold, and the sense of oppression is very strong.

"Give you thirty minutes to investigate their recent activity tracks, otherwise you will be transferred to sweep the road in the East District!" Rosalia said coldly, her fingertips tapping on the handrail in displeasure, "Besides, you send someone to invite my two men to come over, and by the way, ask them if they want me, a lame man, to brave the heavy rain to chase people on the street in person!" ”

“……”

Sheriff Webb was about to cry because of her.

"I'm going to ...... now"

"Wait!"

"What else do you command?"

"Ask someone to make a cup of coffee."

"Right now!"

The night breeze drifted through the narrow hallway and down the eaves, bringing with it some cold.

Maggie thoughtfully brought a blanket and put it on His Highness.

The princess, curled up in a wheelchair, took a sip of hot coffee and slowly fell asleep leaning on the back of her chair.

Half an hour later, Maggie gently woke her up.

"Everyone has arrived?" Rosaria asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

The lazy tone was like a kitten that had just woken up, and Maggie's heart was about to melt when she heard it.

"They are all waiting for the summons of His Highness."

"Okay."

Rosalia took a deep breath.

Then, the expression on her face returned to an impersonal coldness.

On the eaves of the rainy porch, Sheriff Webb walked in with two other men.

One man and one woman.

The woman wears close-fitting clothes that are easy to move around, and she is tall and fit.

The man is wearing a tuxedo, full of gentlemanly style, with good-looking blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

"Good evening, Captain!"

After the two newcomers bowed, they immediately bowed their heads and stood aside without speaking.

"If it's so late next time, don't come." Rosalia glanced at them.

"Yes!"

The two of them immediately raised their heads and stood up straight.

Both of them are subordinate members of the Committee.

The man's name is Gerald, the path of the cup - the second order - the schanter.

The woman's name is Kelly, and she is a thief in the second order of the masked path.

Rosaria's cold, sharp gaze looked back at Sheriff Webb: "What do I want you to do?" ”

"There's already a clue about Mrs. Davis......" Sheriff Webb didn't dare to slack off, and immediately reported, "Tonight at seven o'clock, Mrs. Davis went to the M Club alone for dinner, and she didn't come out until nine o'clock. According to a confession to the M Club staff, she did not go home on her own, but went with a young waitress. ”

"Young waiter?"

"Eric Dyer, a student at the School of Occultism at the University of London, works part-time at Club M and maintains a close relationship with many Mrs. Kuo on weekdays."

"Bring him here."

Sergeant Webb grimaced, smiled, and said cautiously, "We haven't found where he lives yet......"

Rosalia wasn't too embarrassed by an ordinary person.

She tapped her fingertips lightly on the handrail and ordered, "Kelly, take a few policemen and start tracking with the backtracking crystal from the door of Club M." The murderers are definitely looking for them as well, and you have to find them as soon as possible and protect them. ”

"Yes, Captain!"

The woman named Kelly immediately turned away.

She has always been a resolute person, and she is the captain's right-hand man.

"What about Mr. Davis?" Rosaria looked at Sheriff Webb again.

"Mr. Davis is a little strange......" Sergeant Webb said with a frown, "and from the answers of the employees of the law firm he runs, we can conclude that he disappeared on the way home." ”

"How can you tell?" Rosaria asked.

In the afternoon, he went to the customs office with the driver, used the mayor's relationship to retrieve a seized item for the client, and then went with the driver to meet the client. We approached the coachman, but the driver said that Mr. Davis had changed his mind and did not see the client, and that he had inexplicably lashed out, fired the driver, and drove home alone. But he didn't come home, but lost his trace on the way......"

"Is the seizure what the murderer is looking for?" Rosaria's keen insight worked.

"Ah, this one, it's hard to say......" Sergeant Webb looked sad.

"Gerald, it's your turn." Rosaria turned her head.

"Good!"

The man named Gerald laughed greasyly: "Captain, I am willing to give your full ......"

"Maggie, cut out his tongue."

“……”

Maggie glanced at her, and Gerald led the men to track down the carriage.

Rosalia turned her gaze and looked at Sergeant Webb with a blank face: "Go and get the person in charge of the customs department to get me out of bed, I want the details of the seizure!" By the way, let him think about how to pay for his dereliction of duty! ”

"Yes!"

Sergeant Webb did not dare to have any objections.

Stupid customs commissioner, you're going to be out of luck this time!

※

In the East End of London, in a cheap apartment.

The door was suddenly violently broken.

"Who, knocking on the door so vigorously, is it to carry the coffin of the family to practice......

Eric cursed and chattered as he rolled over and got out of bed.

I opened my eyes in a daze.

Then he saw a swarthy gun pointed at him.

"Huh?"

Eric was stunned.

Police officers in blue uniforms, high hats, and carrying gas lamps and batons crowded the house.

The leader even took a musket.

“……”

Eric froze for a few seconds.

"Goo~"

He swallowed and slowly raised his hands.

"Big brother, don't shoot, your own people, the mayor is my future father-in-law......"

The eldest brother who took the lead didn't bother to pay attention to him, holding a gun in one hand, and the baton in the other hand was directly waved down on the head.

"Bang!"

Eric lay straight to the ground and twisted and wailed.

The relationship between the police and the people in Great Britain is so harmonious.

Victorian police, affectionately known as the "Blue Devil", "Killer", and "Raw Lobster";

News reports involving the police are always full of words such as "authoritarian", "suppressive", "brutal" and "cruel", and the image can be described as terrible.

Perhaps Eric's howl was too painful, and a woman's voice came from the room.

"What the hell is going on?"

In a moment, a woman with unkempt hair, exposed legs, and only a bodice and skirt stood in the doorway, holding a candlestick.

"Mrs. Davis......" the policeman who beat her took off his hat and said to her politely, "please come with us." ”

The mayor's daughter's eyes were slightly dazed, and she let out an "oh" and asked mockingly: "Is it illegal to cheat?" Or did you get bribed by a lawyer to catch the adulterer? ”

"There is a case involving an occult crime, and we need your cooperation with the police and the commission in their investigation." After saying this, the policeman got out of the way.

Kelly, a tall man, walked inside.

She habitually glanced at the environment.

The table was littered with glasses and plates, a few pieces of leftover bread and a few dried champagne bottles, two plates full of oyster shells.

Clothes were thrown everywhere on the ground, as if they had just been through a fight.

A dress with crumpled lingerie underneath a chair; On the armchair hung a pair of men's shorts.

Four shoes slumped at the foot of the bed.

The smell of men and women after fighting still lingered in the air.

Kelly turned around and looked at Mrs. Davis with forced eyes: "There are some things that require your cooperation in our investigation. ”

Mrs. Davis said nothing, but leaned her back against the door and put her bare feet into her shoes. She bent down to pick up a pack of pink paper-wrapped cigarettes, pulled one out, lit it, and smoked it.

"What's the matter?" She was a little impatient and puffed on the smoke ring.

Kelly said in a bland formulaic tone, "Your dad is dead." ”

“……”

There was an instant silence in the room.

"Your husband is missing too." Kelly added.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Davis's suppressed laughter was heard far and wide through the rain curtain.