I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Chapter 26 Investigator Charlotte Holmes

The night was as dark as ink, and the street lights in East London were always off.

A lantern reflected the mud path in the courtyard below. The shallow traces that were difficult to observe in the daytime now appeared uneven in the interplay of light and darkness.

Unfortunately, after being trampled by fire fighters, medical staff, greedy people looking for valuable things... and herself, it was difficult to discern useful clues on the dirt track.

The pure white gloves were pressed against the charred door panel, immediately stained with a layer of stain that was difficult to wash off.

The bridge of the door panel, which had been baked to dryness in the fire, made a clicking sound. Several rats, attracted by the looming smell of meat in the ruins, screamed and fled.

The air was filled with a strange smell that was both stinky and fragrant, like barbecue and coal, like red wine and oak, and more like rotten flowers and fruits.

Leather boots stepped on the wooden floor, and the light of the lantern illuminated the way forward.

The light orange light hitting the flames and thick smoke could not completely cover up the true color of the brass, reflecting bits and pieces of yellow and cold light.

That was Watson's usual bullet casing.

The female detective squatted down and carefully observed the distribution position of the bullet casings. Perhaps it was the air expansion caused by the high temperature that caused the storm, or maybe a detective assistant who did not tell the truth concealed the specific incident... The position of the bullet casings had shifted, so Its distribution range is uneven and defies logic and common sense.

But she could still deduce roughly where the bullet casings had fallen.

The female detective stood up with her waist hunched over, as if her back and spine had just been injured and could not fully straighten up. She straightened her right arm and held it in her palm as if holding a gun.

The index finger is bent inward, the thumb is pulled downward, the arm is slightly raised, and the shoulders are moved back slightly, as if the gun is really being held in the palm and is being fired.

No, no, no... the female detective shook her head slightly. At this time, she shouldn't freeze in place with her feet still. The target would not stand stupidly and get beaten. Moreover, Watson also specified that he should hit while walking, so as not to waste any opportunity.

She slowly moved left and right as if dodging, and her body swayed past the trajectory that existed only in her imagination - it was the trajectory of the projectile that she deduced based on the fragments of objects scattered on the ground under her feet.

The arm holding the gun also swings, bending the index finger from different directions as if to pull the trigger, firing eight rounds in a row and flipping the wrist. The virtual bullet casing pops out of the imaginary revolver magazine and falls to the ground. There is a tinkling sound.

It was as if a tall and thin figure overlapped with the female detective. She followed his movements and seemed to be able to sense what he knew and what he thought!

After a while, the female detective stopped the simulation, and a large number of virtual bullet casings derived from her consciousness fell all over the floor, which seemed to be highly consistent with the location of the yellow light on the floor... If this is true, it seems to prove Watson's statement.

But she also had doubts. There were so many bullet casings. If she only held the gun with one hand, it would take a lot of time to change the magazine... And how could the distorted Harris miss such a good opportunity?

The female detective looked at the huge, headless and charred corpse with four arms lying on its back in front of her. The head of the corpse seemed to have been buried by the collapsed wall. Wherever she looked, there was no trace of it in every corner.

Next to the headless corpse were the broken stone fireplace and the broken remains of the dining table. Even though the dining table exploded due to the flames, there was still a relatively complete table board covering the triangular area between the fireplace and the wall... According to Watson, he was squatting inside to avoid the thick dining table three fingers wide.

She looked around to find the fatal weapon...or should be said to be the last resort weapon in Watson's mouth - two cavalry swords, but she couldn't find any results after searching the ruins. Maybe they had been picked up by treasure hunters.

She lay on the ground and got close to her cousin's body. The light of the lantern shone on the cross-section of the broken neck. The charred flesh at the incision was slightly uneven, but upon closer inspection, she found that the cross-section looked like staggered steps, like high and low steps. It's uneven but at least every step is smooth.

The female detective seemed to be able to see the figure slashing away one after another, and it took a lot of effort to decapitate her cousin.

At present, it seems that...the fatal injury was indeed as Watson said. Because Harris continued to struggle, he successfully cut off the head with several swings of the knife.

As for the other injuries, the female detective looked at the cut wound on her cousin's belly that seemed to have been torn. The wound was so deep that it went straight into the abdominal cavity. The wound was so wide that half of the large intestine fell out. Due to the desperate struggle before death, As for the intestines, they were thrown far away, just like the broken string of a kite.

After a preliminary rough autopsy, it seems that it is similar to what Watson said, but... why is the wound on the neck so close to the shoulder, and the cross-section is almost in a straight line with the shoulder?

If Harris was struggling and rolling at that time, shouldn't he aim at the middle area to swing the knife to ensure a better hit rate?

Did Watson wield the knife again and cause such injuries, or did he really mean what he said... The female detective didn't know. It was difficult to restore the scene that was burned by flames. She couldn't deduce it!

The female detective was actually struggling internally. On the one hand, Watson was her assistant and had saved her life in the Lance case, so she should not be suspicious of him.

But she was born with a strong desire to pursue and explore the truth of things. This is a nature that she cannot change or suppress.

Innate rationality and acquired sensibility, trust and suspicion... These opposing qualities and thoughts seemed to set off a fierce battle in her mind, and the aftermath of the battle seemed to tear her spirit in half like a blade attack.

She thought that the investigation scene would calm down her disputes, but when she saw the evidence that seemed to be consistent with and contradictory to what Watson said, the two voices in her head became more and more noisy, and the arguments seemed to overturn her skull. .

"Isn't this similar to what Watson said? Even if there is a slight discrepancy, it is logical. How could Watson lie to us?"

"This scene is full of doubts! Watson must be hiding something! Even this seemingly reasonable scene is very likely to be fabricated by him later. He is simply fabricating! Destroying evidence! Covering up the truth!! !”

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The female detective frowned and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the shadows behind the house. She immediately turned her head and looked alertly. The light beam of the lantern also shone through, and her other hand was already on the firearm at her waist.

"who!"

The light illuminated a familiar face and two particularly eye-catching pearl necklaces.

"Don't get excited, Miss Holmes, it's me - Natalia."

A special investigator from the Anti-Suppression Bureau walked out of the shadow of the trees behind the house. Her pupils reflected the light, but seemed to shine brighter than the light.

Natalia glanced at the fat, charred corpse on the ground and said worriedly:

"It's another supernatural incident. It's only been less than a week."

"Miss Holmes..." She raised her head and looked at the female detective she met at the scene of the incident for the second time, and said, "I really don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky, but you have frequently come into contact with people related to the mysterious world in a short period of time. The events associated with it—that’s not a good thing.”

"It seems that you have established some inexplicable connection with the bizarre things, like the mutual attraction between magnets. Perhaps you will never be able to escape the influence of the mysterious things in the rest of your life. ”

The female detective was about to retort, but what you said was not accurate enough. Magnets only have positive and negative poles that attract each other, while like poles repel each other.

But Natalia Long then said:

"Why don't you just join our Anti-Suppression Bureau? With your intelligence, you will definitely be able to help us crack down on the mysterious clouds that have been shrouding London!"

"I do!"

Unexpectedly, I was eliminated in the first round...