Chapter 7 The Distorted Patrolman Lance

Chapter 7 The Distorted Patrolman Lance

After leaving No. 3 Garden Street, Lauriston, Watson explained all his reasoning in the carriage and asked the question he was most concerned about:

"Did the deceased really die from poisoning?"

Holmes said: "This possibility cannot be ruled out, but I found no traces of poison in the mouth of the deceased, and I did not find any hidden injection needle holes on the body surface, and there were no obvious symptoms of poisoning. Further research is needed. Tests can determine the true cause of death.”

"Then did you find any other clues?"

Holmes shook his head slightly, "This is what puzzles me the most. After investigating the scene, except for you and me and the police present, there was no trace that anyone else had entered."

"So……"

Holmes and Watson looked at each other and said in unison: "The key to this case lies in the patrolman John Lance last night!"

While they were talking, Victor had driven the carriage through the streets and came to a dirty and dim lane. He pointed to the narrow gray-black alley ahead, "Miss, Audley Apartments is right in front. The alley is too narrow for a carriage to drive in. I have to trouble you and Mr. Watson to go in."

"Well, Victor, just wait for us here."

"Okay, miss."

Audley Apartments is a square compound, surrounded by dilapidated four-story buildings. Clothes poles protrude from the windows, and gray and faded underwear flutters in the wind, like a flag for the lower class people to surrender to poverty.

The floor of the courtyard is paved with slate tiles, and a group of dirty children are laughing and playing inside. They are unfortunately exempted from the torture of school because of poverty, and fortunately avoid the destruction of factories because of their thin body. There is still innocence in their eyes. His childlike innocence and silver bell-like laughter echoed in the courtyard.

As soon as they saw Holmes, they all stopped and stared at the female detective. Such a fashionable and beautiful lady should not appear in this slum-like Audley apartment, but in a luxurious manor.

Just like princesses in fairy tales, they should stay in castles and towers.

This undoubtedly made these children with low self-esteem feel a little reserved and at a loss.

Holmes smiled and waved to say hello to them, which scared them so much that they took a few steps back and shrank into the corner of the yard.

Watson stood in front of the door of Building 3, "Let's go, don't scare them, they are not used to seeing such a beautiful lady like Miss Charlotte in the slums."

Holmes followed Watson upstairs glumly, and they came to the door of No. 406. There was also a rusty copper plate nailed to the door, with the resident's name 'Lance' engraved on it.

Watson was about to knock on the door when Holmes' nose twitched slightly, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly stopped him and said warily: "Something's wrong, I smell a smell of blood."

The smell of blood? Watson leaned closer to the crack of the door and smelled it. There was indeed a faint salty smell coming from inside. It was the smell of blood that he was all too familiar with.

Watson couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Logically speaking, he should have been the first to discover this.

After all, he had fallen asleep smelling this smell all day long on the battlefield, but whether it was because he was so familiar that he subconsciously ignored it, or whether the serious illness had destroyed his perception, he failed to notice it at the first time.

"You hold it first, just in case."

Watson lowered his voice, took out his old buddy from the armpit holster in his windbreaker, and handed it to Holmes.

Holmes nodded, holding the heavy pistol in both hands - this Colt M1873 revolver was not a British military standard weapon, but Watson's personal trophy. Its .45 caliber is extremely powerful at close range, and is also known as the "gun that pacified the West" on the other side of the ocean.

Watson staggered back two steps, then used one foot to slam his shoulder into the door panel like a hammer. The fragile door lock broke on the spot, the door opened with a bang, and a strong smell of blood immediately hit his face.

I saw that the small front hall was full of messes, with food residues scattered everywhere, half-chewed sausages, spaghetti with meat sauce, raw potatoes with teeth marks, powdery bread crumbs... …and a female corpse lying dead on the sofa.

The female corpse had an unbelievable look of horror on her face, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was slightly open, and a big hole was opened in her belly.

And the target of Watson's trip - Patrolman John Lance, who was still wearing a Scotland Yard police uniform, was leaning on the bloody female corpse with his back to them at the moment, gnawing on it, with his head buried in the belly. go!

Even Watson, who was used to seeing bloody scenes, felt a little bit creepy, and the hairs on his hair suddenly stood up.

When Miss Charlotte witnessed this scene of cannibalism, she felt it was even more touching than the cold corpse in the autopsy room.

Especially since she was in her menstrual period at this time, when she was hit by the strong smell of raw blood, her pretty face turned pale, and she spit it out with a sound of vomiting. The coffee and coffee that had not been digested this morning, Slices of toast and fried bacon were sprayed all over the floor.

The banging on the door just now failed to attract John Lance's attention, but the smell of a puddle of vomit that Holmes exhaled made him slowly turn around.

Although Patrolman John Lance's face is covered with blood and minced meat, you can still see that his facial features are regular. His eyes are still eyes, his nose is a nose, and his ears are ears. But that mouth... is really not a mouth. !

Its mandible was split in the middle, and the gap extended all the way to the lower lip, protruding ferociously forward toward the separated jaws on both sides, tearing through the skin and texture like two sharp scimitars. The once flat teeth have been deformed into sharp serrations on the blade, and the two fangs as thick as thumbs curve upward at the front end, and there are still a few fresh, steaming bright red muscle fibers hanging on them.

In fact, even its eyes are extremely abnormal. They are black and bulging, and the surface is densely packed with hexagons like insects. At a glance, it makes people feel cautious.

"It's not a human! This is definitely not a human! This is a monster in human skin!!!"

Watson shouted in his heart: "Since it is not a human being...then it is reasonable and legal for me to kill it!"

The monster tilted its head, its dark eyes staring intently at the two humans in front of it. From its dull expression, it was difficult to discern its inner thoughts.

But in the middle of the opening and closing mouthparts, the slender tongue that was constantly swallowing and forked like a snake's tongue made Watson wary. It was like a poisonous snake testing before biting!

"——Chirp!"

The monster suddenly made a strange sound, which sounded like the cry of cicadas or other insects. In short, it was definitely not a strange sound that human vocal cords could make.

Watson couldn't understand the other party's insect language, but he sensed something fishy from the short and aggressive rhythm.

He pulled Miss Holmes who was still vomiting, held her arm to help her up, and gestured for a temporary retreat.

Holmes nodded palely and stepped back slowly, while vigilantly raising his gun and pointing it at the monster in front of him.

This move immediately angered the monster. In its remaining fragments of wisdom, it still recognized that the luminous metal artifact in the hand of the female erectus opposite was an extremely lethal weapon.

Zhizhizhi——

It let out a penetrating scream like nails scraping against glass, opened its two mouthparts outwards, suddenly lowered its body and rushed forward with its head buried in the air.

This shrill and howling scream seemed to set off waves of sound. The noise penetrated into the brain along the ear holes and vibrated in the skull wall. It was like a turbulent wave hitting the rationality again and again, making Watson's head buzz. Buzzing.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a strange clicking sound in his head, accompanied by a rhymeless whisper - in gi rum imus noc te et con sumi!

"It's so noisy, shut the fuck up!!!"

Watson roared in his heart, and instantly broke away from the influence of the bizarre sound. As soon as he woke up, he saw that the monster had sprinted in front of him, and it was as if he could smell the opponent's fishy breath so close!

Faced with this violent attack, which was like a bull charging, Watson, whose legs were inconvenient, had no time to retreat and dodge, so he could only swing his cane out with all his strength!

He picked up the cane stick, rounded it and swung it towards the monster's insect head. A simple stick made him hit a baseball home run!

The solid stick hit the monster's head and broke with a bang!

Watson only felt a huge force from Mo Pei in his hand, and his mouth was shaking and numb.

But the monster's head was only slightly tilted by this blow, and the momentum of the collision was not affected at all. It was like a crazy bull trying to pierce the chest of the male erectus in front of it!

He bent his left elbow forward, both to block and to attack, but he felt as if his elbow had hit a galloping war horse.

There was a slight but unignorable sound of bone cracking in his arm, and Watson was knocked flying two meters away by this overwhelming force, until his back hit the wall next to the door, making a loud bang and shaking the whole body. The wall trembled and then stopped.

Watson felt as if his internal organs were turbulent, and the severe pain made him almost dizzy. His left arm drooped down weakly, and traces of blood dripped down his arm and fell to the ground.

The monster was dizzy and stunned under the impact of the impact. The skin at the corners of its eyes was torn and bright red blood slowly flowed out.

"It turns out that this monster's blood is also red."

Watson thought so, grinning an ugly smile, and suddenly felt that the other party was nothing more than that. As long as he was still injured and bleeding, he was not invincible.

Holmes saw the opportunity for them to distance themselves and pulled the trigger at the right time. Bang - the gun barrel rotated, the firing pin struck the primer and caused a deflagration, and the round-headed projectile rushed out of the chamber impatiently.

Her shooting skills were indeed good. The bullet accurately hit the target between the eyebrows, causing a faint flower of blood to bloom.

The monster fell backwards and flew out like a heavy hammer, crushing a low dining table and remaining motionless.

Miss Holmes also breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, with a hint of shock on her pale face.

"It's Patrolman John Lance? Why does it look like this?!!"

"Seeing as he's still wearing Scotland Yard clothes, it's probably John Lance we're trying to find."

Watson came down from the wall, coughed out a mouthful of blood, twisted his cane with difficulty, and took out a long and narrow dagger-like cane sword from inside, and was about to move forward to finish the attack.

But, but!

The monster Lance, who was supposed to have his brain pierced, actually stood up unsteadily, with the brass bullet embedded between his eyebrows, but it failed to penetrate its forehead bone!

Watson's face looked horrified, thinking that it would be okay if he was shot in the head? ! Your skull is harder than a bulletproof helmet! ! !

Seeing this shocking scene, Holmes pulled the trigger continuously in desperation, completely emptying the magazine.

Five blood flowers bloomed on the monster Lance in a row, but it only shook its body a few times. It seemed that it did not pay attention to the six bullet holes that were constantly leaking blood. It was as firm as an iron wall. Slowly walked towards the two of them.

The mouth of the monster Lance closed and opened slightly. Although its expression was still as stiff as a wax statue, Watson seemed to feel a hint of contempt and teasing from it.

It seems to be laughing, mocking, mocking the two hopeless erect apes in front of it. They have exhausted the only firearms they rely on. What other means can you use to escape from my grasp? Obediently give up your struggle and resistance and become my food! Become one with the divine me! ! !

We spiraled all night until we were submerged in the flames.