The sound stuck in the young police officer's throat, like a hard object being stuffed. It wasn't until Bundy's eyes swept over that the young police officer let out a heavy sound.
"He's dead."
Suddenly, Jason saw Bundy clenching his fists.
"Where?"
Bundy asked in a stiff voice.
"Cross Square!"
The young police officer answered.
Without saying anything else, Bundy walked straight out and Jason followed quickly.
The anxious Bundy did not choose to walk. The sheriff took Jason directly into the carriage.
The young police officer was responsible for driving.
With the crack of the whip, the carriage rushed straight to Kensington Street.
Kensing Street, Lord's once and now the most prosperous street, can pass two carriages side by side. But now when facing the carriage with the police badge, all the vehicles have given way.
As fast as lightning, the carriage drove through the streets filled with dense shops and arrived at the center of Kensington Street: Cross Square.
Unlike the streets with various traditional or new shops, the Cross Square is wide enough, and the most eye-catching thing is the 20-meter-high clock tower.
At this moment, whether they were gentlemen wearing black tuxedos and silk top hats of the same color, ladies with sleeves full of lace, or people wearing ordinary long-sleeved and sarong skirts, their eyes were looking at the bell tower, their eyes full of fear.
.
An incomplete body hung there.
The head was inserted at the highest point, and the limbs were inserted on the pillars below.
Jason jumped down from the carriage and saw the body at a glance.
"Follow me!"
As Bundy spoke, he rushed towards the clock tower, followed closely by Jason.
"Sir!"
"Sir!"
The police officers blocking the crowd saluted Bundy one after another, and then made way for Bundy and Jason to lead directly to the interior of the bell tower.
The bell tower door has been opened.
The door lock was hung on the iron fence door and there were no signs of damage.
The ground is very messy, with bricks and other building materials and tools piled randomly.
"In order to make Lord City look more modern, the mayor plans to install a clock on this century-old clock tower: on the premise of retaining the 'clock', it will be sealed on all sides and equipped with hour, minute and second hands."
"According to the progress, it will be completed by the end of the month."
"However, it seems that this time it will have to be postponed."
Bundy saw Jason whose eyes were focused on the building materials and immediately explained.
Jason nodded, followed Bundy and continued upward without asking any more questions.
The stairs are made of wood and are very old. There will be a squeaking sound when you step on them.
This made Jason even more careful.
He didn't want to miss the mark.
After passing three turning points, Jason arrived at the top of the bell tower.
From here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire city of Lod. There are busy construction sites and busy people everywhere, and it looks like a thriving place. It would be better if there were no arms, legs and feet stuck on the pillars.
The arms, legs and feet were pierced with iron rods and pierced into two of the four pillars of the bell tower. The head was simply inserted into the lightning rod on the roof of the building, and rushed down with the head of the head, hollow.
Eyes looking at the sky.
There is no doubt that the unfortunate man's heavenly cap was pierced.
It is worth noting that, like the head dive, the arms, legs and feet are opposite.
Simply put, the arms, legs and feet on the left are placed on the right, and the right ones are placed on the pillar on the left.
Jason climbed up the rope ladder and checked the situation before returning to the bell tower again.
"Did you find anything?"
Bundy asked immediately.
Facing the expectant gaze of the Sheriff, Jason thought for a moment and said: "We must have been deceived last night. This is what it wanted to do. The little monster I killed was just to attract
Our attention, at the same time... is also to test me."
As he spoke, Jason paused.
"Other than you, who else knows about my coming here?"
He asked.
"Are you doubting my men?"
"Impossible!"
"They are loyal and reliable people."
Bundy was stunned for a moment, and then immediately retorted.
Jason had reservations about such a rebuttal, just like he did about the sheriff in front of him.
A year of living in the city that never sleeps has taught him not to trust strangers.
Ignoring the sheriff, Jason continued to ask.
"Did anyone here find anything?"
Since this place is being renovated, people will naturally stay.
Even if it is night, there should be night watchers staying.
"Finch?"
Bundy shouted.
Immediately, the young police officer who had informed them earlier ran over.
The young police officer in police uniform stood up straight, saluted Bundy, and then nodded to Jason.
The other person has thick eyebrows, bright eyes, and a relatively serious face similar to Bundy. Even the way he walks and stands is somewhat similar to Bundy.
Imitation?
Jason guessed.
There is no doubt that this is a young man who regards Bundy as his idol.
"Did anyone here see anything?"
Bundy asked simply.
"No!"
"The night watchman was very drunk yesterday."
"In fact, if it weren't for the people outside the clock tower noticing something unusual after dawn, he would still be drunk."
Finch answered.
Huh, huh.
Such an answer made the Sheriff's breathing quicken. He blushed and clenched his fists. However, after a moment, the other party stood there slumped like a deflated rubber ball.
Obviously, the sheriff knew that it was extremely unwise to get angry at an alcoholic.
"Let the painter come, and you can help record everything here."
Bundy said to the young man.
"Yes, sir."
The young man saluted again.
Bundy nodded and walked down.
More and more people gathered under the clock tower, and he needed to be dealt with, and the reporters who came after hearing the news also needed him to deal with it. He didn't want the young people under his command to commit unnecessary crimes because of impulse.
error.
Jason did not follow this time.
He's not good at dealing with that.
"Sir Jason."
The young man suddenly spoke up.
"Um?"
Jason looked at the other party.
"We all know the news of your arrival - because everyone has been in a state of panic these days about Punk and the others. Sir, I hope we can feel at ease."
"But please don't misunderstand me, sir."
"He is a most respectable and good man."
the young man emphasized.
"Um."
Jason nodded to express understanding, but this did not make Jason relax his vigilance. He stared at the young man for three seconds, and only spoke again after the other person felt uneasy.
"You know who showed panic first?"
"Or..."
"Who was the first person to say these things?"
Jason made his voice deeper, and the way he spoke was to speak out word by word.
Undoubtedly, this method of questioning is full of oppression.
The young man, who was already a little uneasy, immediately became nervous.
"It's...Jofer!"
"That's right, it's Jove!"
"After the second case happened, he said in the cafeteria, 'Wherever it is done by humans, it must be those legendary monsters'!"
After thinking for a moment, the young man said with certainty.
Jofer was the third police officer killed, the one with only one head left.
Jason wrote down the name again.
Then, he continued to ask:
"What do you think of 'those legendary monsters'?"
"It's just like what you described. It's a legend and should only be in stories."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes... I wouldn't have believed that such a thing would happen."
The young man smiled bitterly.
Sure enough, these existences have always been unknown to ordinary people, but it is not a secret to some people!
Jason was sure of this.
Otherwise, the sheriff would not ask for help from his 'night watchman'.
The existence of the ‘Night Watch’ proves that the world in front of us is divided into ‘outside’ and ‘inside’.
Table, as people know it.
As for inside?
That's...
Bang!
A gunshot interrupted Jason's thoughts.
The gunfire came from below the bell tower.
Jason immediately poked his head out and saw the sheriff lying in a pool of blood. The surrounding area was in chaos, and everyone was avoiding a figure holding a gun, making the other party extremely conspicuous.
Jason took out his gun directly.
But before he could take aim and shoot, a slippery 'rope' was wrapped around his neck and suddenly tightened.
