The victim's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were clogged with coagulated, jet-black blood, and his gaping mouth seed to emit a silent wail.
His expression was grotesquely twisted, and just looking at the face of the deceased, who couldn't rest in peace, one could almost hear his shrill cries right before death.
However, Sherlock Worth had already questioned the surrounding residents, and none had heard anything unusual the previous night...
This ans that either the sound was blocked, or... he suffered silently in extre pain...
His gaze swept over the grotesque long nails on the victim's palms and ankles, staring at this symbolically evil scene.
Even though Sherlock Worth was not a fanatic, he couldn't help the surge of anger within him.
This is a deliberate provocation of the Church Court's authority!
Using the most blasphemous and evil ans!
Tap, tap, tap~
At this mont, familiar footsteps sounded from behind. Sherlock Worth quickly suppressed his anger and turned to face them with the most calm composure.
"Mr. Gabriel."
"Hmm."
The girl wearing a white-gold hood nodded slightly, bypassing Sherlock Worth, and walked directly into the terrifying "cri scene."
As she looked at the human flesh inverted cross nailed to the wall, there was a fleeting fluctuation in her serene eyes, but soon they returned to calm.
"Have you found anything?"
"There are no signs of struggle at the scene, the victim even lacks strictly defined external injuries, and the long nails that nailed him were ford from his own blood coagulation!"
Sherlock Worth explained in detail and then handed a bloodstained book clip to the girl.
"This might be his cause of death."
Upon opening the book clip, the first thing that caught Gabriel's eye was a pitch-black inverted cross ford from coagulated dark blood.
Amid the sporadic blood stains, the girl painstakingly tried to read, but the words that ca into view caused her brows to furrow tighter and tighter.
"Sick man of East Asia? Lowly, backward Chinese Civilization? He's truly daring to write..."
Even the Blazing Angel descending from Supre Heaven held a reverence for this ancient civilization, so why was he, a re mortal, so bold?
Hearing the girl's murmured sigh, Sherlock Worth, standing beside her, nodded with a shared sentint. After an internal struggle, he asked in a low, troubled voice.
"Could it be the work of the [Dragon] group..."
If it really was them, then this matter couldn't be investigated.
Otherwise... what if sothing is found out?
Who would dare to address the Yanhuang Armory for accountability?
Moreover, you might even have to be grateful that they haven't vented their wrath on descenders because of native behavior!
If not... the contender from Japan next door is a cautionary example.
So... sotis you must play ignorant...
Everyone wants to be dignified, if you aren't, then don't bla others for helping you to be dignified...
On the other side, understanding Sherlock Worth's concern, Gabriel only pondered for a mont, then seriously shook her head.
"It doesn't seem like their work."
"If it were the [Dragon] group, they would storm in during broad daylight, cut off his head in front of everyone, and either build a corpse pile or hang it under the gate as a human head wind chi. They wouldn't purposely set up such a scene full of Western religious symbols..."
Once again, gazing at the human flesh inverted cross on the wall, Gabriel's pure gold eyes shimred with an awe-inspiring Holy Light.
"This seems more like a cultic sacrifice ritual, a remnant of the Outer Realm Evil God's intervention in this world..."
Finishing her sentence, the divine light in Gabriel's eyes gradually faded, and once again, she sighed perplexedly.
"Yet another Evil God of Hell Lord's caliber – what has this world done to attract so many Evil Gods' attention?"
"How many tis has this happened?"
While the girl quietly murmured, Sherlock Worth secretly let out a sigh of relief.
As long as it's not the [Dragon] group...
Daring to provoke an Evil God is one thing, East University is truly untouchable...
Not to ntion, they are currently on soone else's territory, should a conflict arise, even Mr. Gabriel might...
A fleeting irreverent thought crossed his mind, and Sherlock Worth made the sign of the Cross over his chest, silently repenting.
While Sherlock Worth was muttering to himself, a blonde, blue-eyed policeman rushed in, breathlessly finding him.
"Sher... Sherlock Detective!"
Seeing the policeman's panicked and alard expression, Sherlock Worth's face grew solemn, and he patted his shoulder reassuringly.
"Don't rush, take a deep breath, calm your breath, then speak."
Sherlock Worth's mature and calm words seed to have a magical effect, as the terrified policeman quickly cald down and reported with a steady pace.
"Another strange murder case has occurred, please co quickly to see it, this ti the victim's identity is sowhat special..."
Upon hearing this, Sherlock Worth instinctively glanced back, eting Gabriel's eyes, seeing in them a shared foreboding.
Dozens of minutes later, the two arrived at the new cri scene. What greeted them was a grotesque, distorted, and bizarre scene.
Inside what was once a luxurious bedroom, a mbrane composed of flesh and blood covered the walls, floor, and ceiling. Through the translucent at film, one could vaguely see the dense network of blood vessels and nerves like tree roots inside.
The crimson hue filled every inch of vision, and in a daze, everyone seed to glimpse the interior of so giant animal's cavity.
And at the center of the bedroom, countless tentacles of varying thickness extended from the bed, walls, ceiling... growing from all sorts of places, burrowing into the center's deford human body, even suspending it mid-air!
"Who is the deceased?"
Instinctively pausing at the bedroom door, Sherlock Worth asked the nearby officer softly.
"Sir Kegelo Woods."
"Who is the first witness?"
"Uh..."
The officer hesitated awkwardly for a mont, pointing to a figure curled up in the corner.
As Sherlock Worth approached, he found it was a 16-year-old, attractive Asian girl.
But the girl, at the mont, was only wearing a thin coat, seemingly naked underneath.
Under her exposed skin, there were dense scars, new and old, clearly indicating long-term non-human abuse.
Staring into the girl's hollow, numb, and murky eyes, Sherlock Worth seed to understand sothing and suppressed his anger while asking the officer beside him.
"What exactly happened here?"
"Uh... Sir Kegelo Woods liked to play special gas..."
"So this is the toy he bought?"
Hearing Sherlock Worth's sneering comnt of anger disguised as laughter, the officer smiled even more awkwardly.
"Not bought..."
Sherlock Worth was montarily stunned: "What do you an?"
"This girl seems to have been abducted by him."
Hearing this, Sherlock Worth slowly gasped, feeling a trendous shock in his spirit.
He knew the 19th-century capitalists were lawless, but he hadn't expected them to be so rampant!
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