Sherlock Holmes

As London's paranormal security management agency, White Thorn naturally has a dedicated telephone line for Scotland Yard.

Twenty minutes later, Priest Thompson and Watson rushed over. The rest of the people were either rushing to prepare for the death of their colleagues or staying behind in the company. On this first snowy night in London, everyone seemed extremely busy.

The buildings on both sides of the block are not very high, and occasionally a few windows reveal some light from gas lamps. In the gaps between these buildings and rooms, the train platform is raised to a height of three or four stories by elevated rails. Sometimes residents on both sides Once you open the window, you can hit the steel frame supporting the platform.

However, such a forced plug-in construction plan did not make too many people dissatisfied. After all, steam trains have given people great convenience, and those steel frames that block the sun can be hidden from view as long as the curtains are drawn. Anyway, originally There isn’t much sunlight either.

Human beings, especially common people, are better at self-deception than any other creature.

Priest Thompson walked onto the waiting platform. Not far away, four or five people gathered together guarding a section of the carriage. Even without the high-intensity searchlights, their faces were extremely pale, and there were a few pools of vomit beside them. .

Seeing the people coming from White Thorns, several police officers who were leaning on the railing reluctantly straightened up and gave a slight salute.

In fact, if someone else had come, these police officers who had vomited out their last night's meal would not be so respectful, but Thompson's full clerical uniform made them subconsciously adopt a pious attitude.

"No eyes?" Priest Thompson asked directly.

"Yes. The two corpses were in a miserable state of death, and both had missing eyeballs." A man wearing rubber gloves said weakly. It could be seen that he was the accompanying coroner.

Priest Thompson nodded, passed a few people, and walked to the carriage.

As soon as he opened the car door, the disgusting and bloody scene made him frown. Watson followed closely and walked over. After seeing the scene in front of him, he quickly showed a look of discomfort.

After all, it would be weird if he looked calm at this time.

"Obviously, the devil did it," he said.

"Evil spirits will be purified by the holy fire." Priest Thompson walked into the carriage. Because he had been praying for a long time, his words had the flavor of worshiping in a church.

At this moment, Watson was suddenly stunned. He did not look at the two horrific corpses, but looked inside the carriage, looking a little confused.

After Priest Thompson saw his strange behavior, he subconsciously looked in the direction of his gaze, and then was also stunned.

Because they saw a blood line on the ground of the carriage extending to the side of a seat.

Then there was a break.

And next to the blood line, there are several bloody footprints!

The people in the field team of Bai Qiangwei Security Company need to have a certain degree of combat effectiveness, and at least they must be a first-stage combat contractor, otherwise they will not be able to carry out tasks everywhere.

At the same time, they must also have an IQ that is not too low. After all, people who only know how to fight often die the fastest.

So even Priest Thompson, who was praying devoutly in his mind, understood what the scene in front of him represented. It meant that at that time, after the eye-gouging demon killed two people, he crawled to another seat, and in the other seat Next to him, there was another person following.

"Judging from the crawling marks, the size seems to be consistent with what Detective Sherlock described." Watson walked over, squatted next to the blood line and observed it for a while, then said, "And this footprint is also similar to what Detective Sherlock deduced. , he mentioned at that time that the eye-gouging demon was not a simple demon attack, there was a human assisting him."

As for Sherlock's reasoning at that time, Watson had already relayed it to Bai Qiangwei's colleagues, and at that time, Father Thompson did not quite believe that this reasoning would be so accurate.

But now, it seems that he can only admit that the detective with the worst contracted demon seems to be really capable.

I may have made a mistake.

But none of this was important for the time being. What was important was that the eye-gouging demon crawled towards another seat.

It can't crawl towards an empty seat. In other words, there should be a person sitting in that seat at that time!

But what about that person?

"It's not easy to escape in this situation." Priest Thompson said thoughtfully. Even Lampard was not spared from the attack of the eye-gouging devil. In other words, this person may be better than Lampard. Much more powerful.

But my thoughts haven’t settled yet

"No," Watson said suddenly, "it was not the man who was attacked who escaped."

"What?!"

Watson pointed to the bottom of the broken glass next to him:

"The footprints are stained with blood. They came from the corpse. The person who jumped out of the car was not a passenger, but the person who assisted the eye-gouging devil in committing the crime. There was not a single shard of glass on the ground. It can be seen that the person was in a panic at that time. He Without any hesitation, he used the brute force of his whole body to smash the glass. If the train was still moving at that time, it means that this person was so panicked that he would rather risk falling out and falling to his death than to escape from this place. A carriage."

Watson is naturally not a doctor who only knows how to treat patients. He can more or less see some clues from the scene. Of course, he cannot reach the level of Sherlock, so it is not possible to tell from this point. How tall, how heavy is the person in the car, how old is it, what color clothes are they wearing, etc.

Priest Thompson immediately came over and stared at the broken glass for a long time. In the end, he had to admit that what Watson said was right.

"A person who is more powerful than imagined. Maybe he came from the upper city, but he didn't report it."

As he spoke, he raised his head and saw a train timetable posted next to the broken window, with the arrival time at each station written on it.

Trains in this era are surprisingly punctual, because the conductors don't care whether passengers get on the train or arrive at the station. They will just leave after stopping for three minutes. Whether you can get on or get off is your own problem.

So, while he was staring at the train schedule, his eyebrows were getting tighter and his eyes were getting wider and wider.

He saw it clearly written on the train timetable. Just a few hours ago, this train happened to stop on the street where Lampard was killed. Calculating the time, it was about shortly after the people from Scotland Yard left. Just a few stops past Baker Street.

Reverend Thompson remembered the address Sherlock had written on the signature sheet.

At the same time, he also knew that it was very cold in the early morning, there were no people on the street, and the entire street was blocked.

Therefore, except for the people who left the crime scene at that time, no one should get on the bus from that stop.

And at this moment, suddenly, a police officer walked into the car. He resisted not to look at the two horrific corpses, and tried his best to be respectful, but still said in an urgent tone:

"Report. Someone just sent a notification that the police station in Block 22 captured a criminal."

"criminal?"

"Yes." The police officer organized his language, and then said in a daze: "He said his name was Andrew, the summoner of the eye-gouging devil, and he came to surrender on the order of Mr. Sherlock Holmes. "