The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"He and I have reached a very good consensus." Sebastian said with a smile.

To some extent, the Grim Reaper, who did not want to cause unrest, was easy to persuade. As long as he turned his attack target to the living people, he would naturally know what to choose.

Ciel gave him a suspicious look, then showed him the photo in his hand.

"Ah, I've seen the same mark on a ring." Sebastian said, pointing to the ring on the man's finger.

"Can you see it clearly?" The ring in the photo was almost blurred. How could he see it clearly?

"Of course," Sebastian nodded, "The lady known as BEAST has this mark on her prosthetic limb."

Orphanage, prosthetic limbs...

There is something wrong with this man.

"Master, here is a letter." Sebastian handed over the letter he found under the pillow.

The wax seal on the envelope was removed, and a strange title was written on the back - "From Tom, the son of the Piper".

Sebastian: "Is it the character in that Mother Goose nursery rhyme?"

"But what does this title mean?"

Charles took out the contents of the envelope.

"Oh, this is..." Sebastian opened his eyes wide in surprise as he looked at the contents on the paper.

Charles' fingers exerted a little force, creating obvious wrinkles on the letter paper, and his deep blue eyes instantly turned cold.

"Ah, it's Eric and I's information." He shook the letter in his hand.

"It seems that someone has chosen us as hunting targets." A sneer escaped from the corner of his lips.

"How daring." Sebastian asked at the right moment, "Master, what do you want to do next?"

"Of course, let those who attempt to betray and defile Phantomhive taste the humiliation and pain they want to inflict on us."

"Let this fear remain in their hearts forever, Sebastian."

"As you wish." The devil with red eyes knelt down on one knee.

......

That night, Scotland Yard lost nearly 20 police officers, and received three cases of missing children the next day. The atmosphere in London became unprecedentedly tense, and this was obviously not what the Queen wanted to see. She urgently hoped to catch the culprit as soon as possible and send the missing children back to their families safely.

As the Queen's foreign dog, Vincent's burden naturally became heavier.

The head of Scotland Yard does not want the Phantomheyn family to interfere in this case. After all, to be fair, the police's efficiency in solving such strange cases is far inferior to that of the Queen's dogs. This will not only make the police appear incompetent, but will also cause dissatisfaction among the Prime Minister and MPs.

But even if Scotland guards the bodies of the police officers who died in the line of duty, Vincent, who controls most of the dark forces in the UK, can still find a suitable source of information.

Vincent brought Butler Tanaka to Undertaker's coffin shop, looked at the gray door, took a deep breath, and then walked to the door with heavy steps.

A smile flashed in Butler Tanaka's eyes, but his expression was still serious and old-fashioned. Seeing that Vincent had calmed down, he slowly pushed the door open.

Although it was daytime, the light in the house was still very dim with all the curtains drawn. There was a large empty space in the middle of the shop, and several candlesticks were placed on the coffins that were standing or lying around. The not-so-bright flames were affected by the wind brought in when the door was opened, and they trembled slightly.

A human skull rolled out from behind the door and rolled straight towards the counter. Then there was a crisp sound, and several small coffins the size of a palm, arranged in a triangle at the end, fell down one after another.

"Undertaker?" Vincent strode into the store with his usual smile on his face.

"Haha, haha, haha..." A thin, sharp laugh floated out from a coffin that was propped up against the wall behind the door, with the lid almost completely closed. "I was just wondering when the count would come."

A thin, white hand with black nails stretched out from the coffin. The long nails scratched the lid of the coffin, making a creepy noise. Then a silver head with a strange hat popped out.

Vincent looked at this weird scene:...

The expression on Vincent's face didn't change at all. He had prepared himself mentally before entering the door. No matter what the undertaker did, he would not change his expression.

"Undertaker, I need the autopsy reports from those police officers."

"Of course." Undertaker grinned, clasped his hands in front of him, and floated out of the coffin almost without touching the ground.

"Count, are you ready for my reward?" He approached Vincent very smoothly. Although his eyes were blocked by his overly long bangs, one could still feel the expectation in his eyes.

"of course."

"Come on, tell me a great joke~~"

Five minutes later, butler Tanaka, who was driven out of the door, heard a loud laughter coming from the store. He waited until the laughter stopped before he walked into the dark store again.

The undertaker, who was lying limply on the counter as if his bones had been pulled out, had an unnatural arc on the corner of his mouth and was breathing rapidly, as if he had not yet recovered from the joke just now.

"Hehehe," he took out a thick document from his sleeve and placed it on the counter. "Here is all the information."

Butler Tanaka stepped forward, picked up the information and handed it to Vincent.

After a quick look, Vincent discovered that the methods of death of these policemen were not the same, and the murderer did not seem to hide the killing methods. There were whip wounds, knife wounds, suffocation, and even one person's head had turned into a pool of mud...

This is clearly a gang crime.

As expected, the murderer was a member of the circus.

Now that the murderer has been identified, the next step must be to dig them out of their rat hole before they continue to cause unrest in the country...

"Thank you." Vincent said and was about to walk out, but he was brought back by Undertaker's words after taking only two steps.

"The soul is a very precious thing." The man who was still lying on the counter said with a smile. "Once lost, it can never be found again."

"But I have a remedy here. Would you like to hear it, Count?"

Vincent turned his head sharply, with an urgency on his face that he himself was not aware of.