I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

That night.

Anti-Suppression Bureau Headquarters Building, Conference Room 5.

This is a clean white hall that is large enough to accommodate dozens of people for meetings at the same time. The latest model of tungsten light bulbs hang from the ceiling.

A moderate current passes through the tungsten wire and emits pure light and heat. The incandescent light is enough to illuminate every corner of the hall, making all hidden dark things invisible.

There are still three minutes left before the meeting starts, but the conference room is already filled with special investigators and department heads who have rushed back after receiving emergency orders.

They took advantage of the fact that Mr. Jack hadn't appeared yet, and were whispering to each other in private.

"An emergency meeting was held suddenly. Are the rumors true?!"

"Now it's all going viral in the bureau, Spencer, you don't even know?!"

"Didn't I just rush back to the city... I really didn't expect that such a serious accident would happen under the eyes of our Anti-Suppression Bureau... Now the gentlemen in the House of Lords must be furious. "

"You are talking nonsense. The provocative letter of challenge has been mailed to your doorstep. No one can just sit idly by and ignore it!!!"

"War letter? So the real culprit behind the scenes really sent the letter directly to the headquarters?! Isn't this too arrogant???"

"Why else would Mr. Jack quickly summon us special investigators on the island? Isn't it just to solve this matter?"

Only at this moment did Spencer truly understand the importance of the matter - the real culprit behind the scenes who incited violent demonstrations and arranged for seven suspected cultists with the appearance of aberrations to be exposed in public, actually after completing this series of horrific deeds , are you so arrogant that you directly send a letter to the headquarters of the Anti-Suppression Bureau? !

"This is no longer a mere provocation... but an open and honest declaration of war against us!"

"Haha, this series of things is not as simple as you think, Spencer... Let's wait until the meeting officially starts before we discuss the specific situation."

"Oh?" Spencer looked at another mature lady with elegant makeup in slight surprise, and the other party returned a meaningful smile.

He couldn't wait to ask: "Ms. Natalia, you mean there is a bigger conspiracy hidden behind this series of things? Is there anything else that I haven't had time to learn about? Could you please help analyze it?" chant?"

Natalia smiled and said nothing, but glanced at Charlotte Holmes, who was also silent next to her.

Spencer was confused, "Does Miss Holmes have other high opinions?"

The female detective just shook her head slightly, and also did not express her own opinion, but her light gray eyes were obviously shining with contemplation, and she was obviously confused about a series of things that happened today.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap, the corridor outside the conference room door suddenly heard a burst of light footsteps.

Everyone here is a smart and thoughtful person. Just by hearing the footsteps, the material and type of shoes have already emerged in their minds - purely hand-sewn Oxford shoes, with uppers and The heels are made of carefully selected calfskin, and the sound of the toe hitting the ground is mixed with a hint of crispness. It is obvious that there is a hidden blade hidden inside these Oxford shoes.

The directors of various departments who have been stationed at the headquarters for a long time have directly relied on their instinctive memory to tell that the owner of the footsteps is the host of today's meeting - the respected Mr. Jack.

They immediately shut up, raised their chests, and got into position. Their serious and serious attitude was like soldiers in the army waiting for the general's review.

The door to the conference slowly opened, revealing an old and thin figure. Every wrinkle on his face seemed to hide the vicissitudes of time, and his eyes behind thick lenses seemed to be shining with wise eyes.

Old Jack looked at the conference room that was completely quiet for a moment, his expression still maintained a certain indifference and indifference that could not tell his specific thoughts.

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly there was a faint sound of gears turning from the top of the conference room, and all the hanging light bulbs went out.

In the darkness, a square-shaped machine the size of a wardrobe was slowly lowered into the space with a crack in the ceiling, and was suspended above everyone's heads by seven thick silver wires.

Click, a cylinder extends from the front of the wardrobe-sized machine, and colorful light blooms from the cylinder, reflecting on the blank wall in front of it, projecting a clear picture.

On the screen is a letter.

A letter with absolutely no discernible handwriting.

The contents of the letter are all composed of blocks of text cut out from different newspapers and periodicals in London.

Each block of the letter has been marked with extended thin lines. The lines extend outside the letter, marking the source of each cut paper block. This involves dozens of publications, large and small, in London. The orthodox news publication "London Journal", which was launched this morning, also has the publication "Biton Christmas Annual" published last year.

The publication dates of different publications are far apart, and even the preservation conditions of the paper are different. It may be wet or dry, stained with kitchen oil, or clean and as clean as new. It is impossible to identify the publication by tracing the source of the publication. The identity of the believer.

The specific content of the letter is as follows:

[Dear gentlemen of the Anti-Suppression Bureau:]

【Good evening. 】

[First of all, please allow me to confess something very important to all the gentlemen and ladies present. 】

[I must confess to you, just like a little boy who made a mistake confesses to a lonely priest. 】

[First, the recent serial disembowelment murders were actually planned by me personally and entrusted to my dearest friend Jack the Ripper to complete them. 】

[Second, the firearms previously circulated on the black market were personally distributed by me to everyone who harbored resentment and dissatisfaction, giving them the courage to resist. 】

[Perhaps some smart lady has already guessed the third item of my confession. 】

[Yes, you guessed it right. 】

[The incident that happened in front of the House of Lords today was also planned by me personally. 】

[You may want to ask me: Oh my God, you crazy person! Why did you kill so many innocent mortals? Why create such panic and chaos? ! What good does all this do to you? 】

[Do the answers to these questions still need explanation? 】

[Everyone here, aren’t you the smartest people in Great Britain who best understand the criminal motives of us ‘cultists’? 】

[One day, when the citizens of London look back on the past, they will understand that it was me who revealed the truth about the world to them, who awakened the fears in their hearts, and who gave them the right to choose freely.

【Crazy or sane? This is a question worth considering. 】

[Miss Holmes, the game between us has really begun now. 】

[Seven days later, there will be another carnival event, please wait and see. 】

[——Your good friend Professor, sincerely. 】

Everyone's eyes were cast on the female detective sitting alone in the corner. Even Old Jack, who was hosting the meeting, looked at his good niece with a smile and asked:

"Charlotte, is there anything you want to say?"

The female detective just shook her head slowly, "As for the content of this letter, I can only say that even if it is just the punctuation marks, we cannot believe it."