"Based on the information provided by 'Arodes' yesterday, we examined the alley where the demon dog's body was found, the archive room where the serial murder documents were kept, and also did some kind of research on the black viscous liquid he left behind, and finally locked down this building in the West End."

Iconse said sideways to the extraordinaries following him.

In addition to Lydia, the other four people who were at the Isenger family just now had already followed the "mechanical heart" deacon to the West End, entering a private house on Edward Street.

The three-storey house was a large house surrounded by a garden with a fountain pool, and several black carriages with police insignia were parked at the gate, and figures in black trench coats flashed from time to time in the garden.

"Is there enough evidence?"

Kaslana still had the normal mind of a detective, and subconsciously asked rhetorically.

"We'll let you know when we've confirmed," Iconser nodded, skirting the fountain pool and walking towards the main entrance of the building, "The owner of the house is called Patrick Jason, a shareholder of a certain bank in Beckland, single, cheerful, enthusiastic, and has many mistresses...... Although he did not take photographs, he left some portraits that are consistent with the faces we are aware of. The most important thing is that the neighbors around him all know that he has a big black dog. ”

Devil Dog ......

A few people knew in their hearts, and no longer asked, and followed the deacon to push open the door and enter the building.

As soon as I stepped through the threshold, a foul smell came over my face, like the rotten smell of long-fermented meat in the basement.

"It's the smell of corpses."

Angel frowned and whispered.

Although she rarely smelled this smell in this world, before that, she remembered it deeply.

The three detectives also had solemn faces, smelling such a strong corpse stench in the home of such a serial murderer, what happened was self-evident.

As they entered the hall on the first floor, there was a sound of footsteps approaching quickly, and several members of the Mechanical Heart greeted them, led by the one wearing a mask made of white gauze layered and his eyes hidden under the thick lenses of his glasses, but with the upper half of his face exposed, Angel easily recognized him as Carlson, whom he had met in the craftsman Carveh's shop.

The latter apparently recognized the young woman who had asked where to sell the mummies' ashes, but it was important to get down to business, and he just glanced curiously at his captain.

"Deacon, we have found a lot of corpses here," Carlson's eyes were complicated, mixed with anger and helplessness, "outside the garden underground, inside the walls of the living room, deep in the hearth of the basement, in the mezzanine of the attic, there are one corpse after another, the earliest is only white bones, probably dead for more than ten years, and the latest has not even begun to decompose!" ”

As he spoke, figures appeared behind him, their faces serious, and in pairs they walked past several people carrying corpses wrapped in shrouds, all members of the Heart of the Machine, as well as the elite of the Beckland police who had the authority and courage to access the transcendental events.

Some of the corpses they carried were still largely intact, with only varying degrees of decay, most of the stench emitted by the nearest deceased; Some of the shrouds contained loose "corpse pieces", and the blood-soaked shrouds swayed as the police raised and lowered; Other corpses rattled, squeezing out jagged silhouettes under the cloth, clearly old white bones.

Several people, including Carlson, who had been angrily complaining just now, silently watched as the victims were moved out and carried away, and their bodies were neatly arranged on the garden lawn until the shrouds of different colors were placed outside the door.

"Those new, new corpses, are they his neighbors, or servants, or other victims?"

Crane asked in a low voice.

"It's the latest batch of servants he hired, heh, this guy had a good reputation before, giving servants full salaries, generous holidays, and gifts during the New Year's holidays, and the servants hired by Patrick Jason are all spreading his goodness, of course, this batch will definitely not be ......"

Carlson replied, his eyes chasing the last body as it was removed from the hall.

"A well-disguised demon."

Kaslana, who was covering her nose, commented angrily.

"He has stopped pretending these days, his servants have been killed by him, valuable items have been sold by him, and he has even sold all the shares of the bank, just for this revenge operation and the subsequent escape."

Iconse pointed to the lavishly decorated halls, but lacking the usual aristocratic furnishings such as paintings, wall clocks, and porcelain.

"A calm fellow, but deep down there is a hidden madness," Issinger said as he took out his pipe, but retracted it under Carlson's stern gaze, "I wonder if such a crazy guy, even the extraordinary person who has done a lot of serial murders himself many years ago, would abandon everything for the sake of the 'demon dog' he raised, and even go on a killing spree at the cost of revealing his identity?" ”

The crowd pondered silently and followed in Carlson's footsteps to the depths of the building.

In the living room, they found a portrait of Patrick Jason, in keeping with what Iconser had said, of a middle-aged man with blue eyes, slightly sideways, a solemn complexion, high cheekbones, and short hair combed back, exactly like the blue-eyed black shadow seen by "Arodes".

In addition, in the bedroom, in the basement, they found a lot of evidence that the other party was an extraordinary person with a lot of problems, and even a large magic circle deep in the basement.

According to Issinger's judgment, this was a ritual magic that was enough to summon a powerful demon, but for some unknown reason, Jason did not complete it.

"The 'demon' of the Beria family, Patrick Jason's real name should be Jason Beria."

Said the well-informed "Keeper of Knowledge".

Angel had seen this family in the internal sources of the Night Watchers, they had been active within the human race since the Quaternary Age, and were an important branch of the "Blood Cult", a loose alliance of demon worshippers, claiming to have received gifts from the abyss, worshipping the evil god "Dark Side of the Universe", seeing him as the master of the abyss, believing that he would corrupt and corrupt the entire world and even the entire universe.

Even though this ancient family has recently declined in the Fifth Age and has become a vassal of other demon families, their profound heritage allows their family members to still live a good life, and even have spare money to raise a demon dog in the same way.

After searching around, in addition to more evidence to prove the identity of "Beria", several people did not find clues that could confirm the location of the other party, because they did not bring the silver mirror "Arodes", Ikanse discussed with Carlson, and decided to temporarily stop the search, protect the scene, and wait for the follow-up detailed investigation.

However, Angel discovered that Sherlock had secretly slipped a handkerchief that had apparently been used during the ritual next to the demonic ritual circle into his pocket when everyone was not looking.

"Is it possible to start with this Jason's blood relationship and find other members of the Berial family? They may all have similar identities and experiences, and have even killed many people. ”

She feigned a frown and asked questions, drawing everyone's attention.

"An investigation is already underway, but the Demon Family is very loosely connected, and there is no even blood relationship on the surface, such as this Patrick Jason, no one knows that he is Jason Beria if he doesn't reveal his identity."

Carlson replied in place of his deacon.

Seeing that Sherlock had already succeeded, Angel nodded in understanding and stopped asking.

The group returned to the surface from the basement, ready to go to the garden to look at the remains of the servants who had died not long ago, looking for some additional clues, but at that moment a member of the Mechanical Heart team walked briskly into the hall and whispered a few words in Iconser's ear, whose face turned serious and looked at several outsiders.

"The Night Watchmen are here, with a dangerous seal, and we have to leave first to prevent accidents."

Dangerous seals...... Is it the "1-42" that Issinger said earlier? The full-body armor that can lead to the destruction of a city......

Angel subconsciously looked out the door, only to see that the "mechanical heart" and the carefully selected policemen had put down their work, and they didn't even bother to wash the dirt off their hands, so they walked out of the garden one after another, got into their own carriage and left the scene.

Feeling the tense atmosphere, they didn't bother to continue the investigation, but followed Iconser and Carlson out of Jason's house, back to Edward Street, and boarded the carriage where they came.

Standing in front of the carriage, Angel glanced around the corner, two four-wheeled carriages with police signs but dark appearances slowly approaching, the coachman was not very skillful in driving the carriage to stop the carriage on the side of the road not far from her, and several men in black tweed coats rushed out of the house, as if they were being chased by something, and rushed into Jason's house.

At Carlson's urging, she stepped into the carriage without further delay, and out of the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of the door of the night watchman's second carriage, a leg in heavy silver armor sticking out of the carriage and stepping heavily on the ground.

"Kick!"

The heavy sound seemed to hit her heart, and she didn't dare to look any further, Angel hurriedly got into the car.

……

"Kick, kick."

With his feet on the ground, Leonard Mitchell breathed a long sigh of relief and looked curiously at the fast-moving carriage beside him, according to Captain South, it should have been the "Heart of the Machine" that arrived at the scene before them, but in it, there seemed to be a figure that made him look familiar, but unfortunately the width of the opening in the visor was limited, and before he could confirm further, the carriage left his sight.

"Hurry up, get into the building, and change people, time is running out."

Beside him, Sost, the "Requiem", also stepped out of the carriage, holding a flamboyant gold pocket watch in the palm of his red-gloved hand.

"Yes, Captain Sost."

Retracting his gaze, Leonard no longer hesitated, controlled the heavy armor, and walked into the garden step by step, and walked into the home of the demon Belial Jason.

(End of chapter)