The air was filled with the smell of blood, as if a wild beast had just eaten roughly here. There were scraps of meat remaining in the pool of dried blood. After kicking away the messy items on the ground, you could see easy marks on the floor, which seemed to be
Something sharp had scratched it not long ago.
"Do you have any ideas, Mr. Holmes?"
Press held my mask tightly, trying not to smell the fear-filled air.
Ever since he discovered the writing on the wall, the great detective had not been in a good state, his face was pale, as if he had just experienced a nightmare.
The police officer brought a chair for him, and he just sat in a pool of blood, facing the woman who died tragically on the bed, and the resentful writings on the wall.
"Quiet……"
Lorenzo clasped his hands together, crossed his legs, lowered his deerstalker hat, and Price couldn't see his expression clearly.
"Why not try mandrake? Don't you always get clues from the visions of the dead?"
Watson leaned back on the chair, his voice echoing in Lorenzo's ears, full of temptation.
"But that will also deepen my connection with darkness, which means it will increase your chances of escaping, right? So don't think about it. As a damn devil or some kind of witch, this is your prison. Don't even think about getting out.
."
Lorenzo lowered his hands and looked fiercely.
"I won't give you any chance until I find a way to kill you completely."
A burst of laughter sounded like silver bells, and Watson gently hugged Lorenzo's neck and whispered.
"But you have been accepting gifts from me. Whether you survive or break the connection with the Stasis Temple, aren't you relying on me who you hate the most?"
Lorenzo looked at her coldly, but at this moment Watson left Lorenzo. She looked at Pres on the side, but it seemed that only Lorenzo could see her, no matter how she shook or even touched her.
Price, he didn't even react at all.
Pres only felt a breeze blowing by, which made him feel chilled. He couldn't explain this feeling, and finally attributed it to the winter in Old Dunling.
"Get out of here, I don't need you, at least not now."
Lorenzo stood up, and as he cursed angrily, Watson slowly stepped back like a salute until he disappeared into the air, leaving only his voice echoing.
"You know how to call me."
So everything returned to calm, Lorenzo stood up slowly, his face solemn.
"What do you think?"
Price looked at Lorenzo who was getting up. He thought the detective had something on his mind now, so Lorenzo said.
"Who will hate a foreigner who works in a factory?"
Watson finally disappeared from his sight, and he could finally think quietly about the case in front of him.
Although Watson, who appeared with strange priorities, is the most dangerous, the Evangelical Church has not been able to solve this problem for hundreds of years. Lorenzo doesn't think he can do anything, so he might as well focus on now.
He was not only curious about why women died so tragically, Lorenzo was even more curious about why it was here, where Watson officially fell off the [gap] and appeared in front of Lorenzo. This bloody room was like a ghost.
Someone pushed all of this and made what happened before me happen.
"Wait, where are you going!"
Seeing Lorenzo suddenly walking towards the door, Price asked hurriedly.
"Detective."
Lorenzo said and walked to the door. The entire wooden door was knocked crooked. It seemed that the criminal broke through the door with brute force and began to kill.
During the six years in Old Dunling, Lorenzo was not just a drug addict who took drugs when he was in doubt, or the detective who blew up everything in Winchester. He would also show his reasoning when necessary.
, just like now.
"I like the acting classes taught in the university. The bald professor told us in the first class that acting is not only about the identity and demeanor of the character, but also what he is thinking. When the actor stands on the stage at that moment
, he was no longer himself, in that short time he became another person, both inside and out."
Stepping over the blood and debris, Lorenzo closed his eyes forcefully. In Pres' confused eyes, Lorenzo died at that moment. Time seemed to flow backwards. The blood began to retrace, and the messy items returned to where they belong.
In its original position, the broken pieces of wood were pieced together one by one, and finally the intact door was re-erected.
The hands of the clock began to reverse, and finally with a knock on the door, the tired woman walked out of the bedroom and stood in front of the door. She and Lorenzo's positions overlapped.
Lorenzo opened his eyes again and began to reconstruct everything about the case in his mind.
Only by understanding a person and the logic of her behavior can you play her perfectly and restore the moment of death in the elapsed time.
"She heard the knock on the door and walked over to it."
Lorenzo said suddenly, and then stepped over the broken wooden door, looking at the large piece of debris with a clear dent.
"I think she wanted to check who the other person was, but obviously the person couldn't hold back his anger and punched the door open without waiting for her to do anything."
Lorenzo's eyes fell on a corner not far from the door, where there was a blood-stained tooth.
"The woman was obviously knocked unconscious by the blow. Her throat was choked before she could stand up. She couldn't make any sound, so no one noticed this tragedy."
This was such a cruel killing, but no one noticed the screams in the early morning, so it can only be said that the victim was unable to speak or even make a sound at that time.
Price was a little confused at first, but after Lorenzo's continuous narration, he realized that the detective was trying to reconstruct the scene at that time. He imagined himself as the woman who was tortured and killed.
No, just the victim was not enough. Lorenzo suddenly walked to the other side of the door. He looked at the mess in this place and whispered.
"So what do you do now?"
The target of revenge is right in front of him. Judging from the brutal behavior, the murderer must have very little sense at the moment.
"Yes, she was too noisy. You grabbed her throat and hit her on the head fiercely until she could no longer resist... But this is obviously not a good place. It is easy for someone to find you next to the door.
action……"
Lorenzo looked at the large bloodstains on the ground, some of which had faint traces, as if someone was struggling on the ground.
The beast-like murderer dragged the woman until he dragged her into the bedroom, and then the brutal execution began.
"Let me think about it, how can I make a person miserable and satisfy my abnormal desire for revenge?"
Lorenzo once again stood in front of the woman's body. Pres on the other side looked at Lorenzo with a little fear. At this moment, the great detective not only put himself into the role of the woman, but also the cruel
The murderer, with a ferocious face, was thinking about the execution that had already happened.
But after a long time, Lorenzo's eyes suddenly became clear, and he said.
"That's not right."
"Something's wrong."
Price tried to talk. At the moment when Lorenzo was just meditating, he finally had the look of an urban legend, something strange and terrifying.
To a certain extent, Price even felt that the reason why Lorenzo became an external detective was just that the Suararan Hall took a fancy to his weird talent. Lorenzo could use it to become the best detective or the most terrifying.
Criminals, all this is just a thought.
Just like now, Lorenzo is like the criminal genius. He and the cruel murderer are both desperadoes. Only in this way can the desperado understand the desperado and know what choice he will make.
"How did he leave?"
Lorenzo turned back to look at Pres, his eyes full of doubts.
"Obviously this was a cruel revenge. For this reason, the madman smeared her blood all over the room. He even said that I didn't think the blood was enough. Then he would always stain his body with blood, right? There would be such traces
What? All the blood seemed to be sealed in the room, and the murderer left without any trace.
Unless he is a disembodied monster, he will always be stained with blood and leave a mark."
Lorenzo said and his eyes quickly scanned.
Think about Lorenzo, if you were the perverted murderer, how would you leave?
Go back the same way? The smell of blood on your body will be more or less tainted, and there will always be traces in the stairwell, but what should you do other than this way?
"Fire escape?"
Press finally had some effect. Lorenzo looked out the window fiercely, then opened the window and jumped out.
Fire escapes were built on both sides of the apartment. Because the buildings on Cork Street were relatively low and old-style, they did not have such a thing. Lorenzo actually forgot about its existence for a while. The cold wind blew into his clothes, and Lorenzo heard a little bit.
The sound came from above the head.
The murderer didn't leave?
Thinking of this, Lorenzo ran quickly. This detective was incredibly quick. He rushed to the roof in almost a few breaths, and then whipped Winchester out from under his windbreaker.
"stop!"
He yelled, and in response were two or three maintenance workers with confused faces. They sat next to the steam pipes on the roof and used wrenches to tighten the leaks.
…
As the birthplace of steam technology, steam pipes connected to furnace pillars are installed everywhere in Old Dunling, even in this edge place. Steam pipes are everywhere in people's daily lives. Because of this huge amount of installations, Old Dunling
Basically every block in Dunling has a group of maintenance workers responsible for repairing damaged steam pipes.
You can always see maintenance workers in various places. As long as there are steam pipelines extending, they are there. In a sense, this profession is similar to Lorenzo's "passport to life".
"So you just handed this case over to such a lunatic? You are not wrong, Pres!"
In the blood-stained room, the middle-aged and fat Sheriff Donas scolded Pres. He was one of the people in the Solanil Hall who clearly opposed Lorenzo's appointment. He had always had a bad impression of Lorenzo.
He came here after getting news from the hall, but he didn't expect that the detective he hated the most would also be here.
Price lowered his head and remained silent. Donas was his superior, and he didn't have the courage to yell at this irritable middle-aged man. He just thought he was farting.
"And you, get out of here, I'll take charge of this case!"
After yelling at Pres, Donas then yelled at Lorenzo.
Lorenzo nodded, but did not look at him. He was pacing in place and could hear him mumbling to himself.
"It shouldn't be."
There was only a group of maintenance workers on the roof. They had been repairing the steam pipes from the morning until now. According to their testimony, there were only a few of them on the roof from the morning until now. They did not hear the sound of the fire escape being lowered. Everything was normal.
Normal, weirdly normal.
"Did you listen to me? I took over this case!"
The irritable middle-aged man continued to roar, and Lorenzo was about to have an attack, but he saw the beautiful voice standing in front of the wall with blood on it.
"Lorenzo, you have also fallen into a misunderstanding. As a demon hunter, you should trust your senses."
Watson turned his head with a smile and said to Lorenzo.
Before Lorenzo could ask any more questions, Watson once again collapsed into the air, his figure disappeared, and the blood writing was revealed.
"Lorenzo!"
Seeing Lorenzo ignoring him, Donas roared angrily, but what greeted him was a shotgun placed on his head.
"Be quiet."
The voice was so chilling that it seemed that Lorenzo really didn't mind killing him with a shot the next second.
Seeing that Donas finally calmed down, Lorenzo strode forward until he reached the bloody word.
There was a familiar smell in the thick blood, and the dried writing marks were not neat, and it didn't look like they had been cut by some sharp metal weapon.
The demon hunter's intuition urged Lorenzo to take action, which reminded him of the days when he was still in the Order. Although he was a demon hunter of the Medanzo branch who protected the Pope, Lorenzo would still go out to hunt demons regularly.
At that time, he followed the blood trail.
Gently wiping off some blood, Lorenzo hesitated for a moment, but still tried to taste it.
The strong blood and violence, as well as the mixed fear.
Donas was also furious because Lorenzo pointed a gun at him, and he roared angrily.
"Someone get him out of here!"
He was extremely angry, but at this moment Lorenzo turned back with a strange expression on his face.
"It looks like this case belongs to me."
Not paying attention to Sheriff Donas' gaze, Lorenzo's whole body exuded a shuddering madness, and he lifted Winchester again, with a posture that seemed to kill someone.
The secret blood is restless, which is its instinct when encountering monsters, because there is the blood of monsters in the ferocious blood characters.
Lorenzo took a long breath. He finally found the key clue. The demon appeared in front of him again. On the other side, Watson was sitting on a chair and looking at him with a smile, his lips slightly opened, silently.