Chapter 43 Gray Oil
The instrument in the hand of the young Scotland Yard police officer spit out short bursts of fireworks. In the thick smoke, metal pellets were like intermittent rainstorms, washing away the head of Elson who was somehow resurrected, washing away the flesh and blood on his face, and rubbing it away to pieces. bones, cleansing the putrid brain.
The headless body struggled on the spot for several times, then fell straight down, falling into true deathly silence.
Watson extinguished the fluorescent green in his right eye, and the injured moth in his skull continued to languish.
He was currently squatting at the top of the rooftop stairwell, with his legs slightly spread and his knees raised upwards, his elbows resting on his knees, holding a 49-inch-long muzzle-loading rifle in his arms, but in fact, this gun The rifle's peculiar hexagonal barrel has no rifling in the conventional sense.
The Whitworth M1857 precision rifle is the name of this unique weapon. Because of its accuracy that transcends the times, it was also known as the 'world's first sniper rifle' in later generations!
This was a new rifle that Sir Joseph Whitworth was commissioned by the Commander-in-Chief of the British Army to design. However, due to the special structure of the barrel, it was difficult to fire continuously and the cost was too high. On the contrary, it was not adopted by the British Army, but it was found on the other side of the ocean. The free country shines brightly!
Major General John Sedgwick's famous quote, "They couldn't even hit an elephant at such a distance!!!" is still etched in the shameful history of the Civil War in a free country.
There were two other Whitworth rifles of the same style placed at his feet. Since this weapon still uses a front-loading method, the shooting interval is longer than that of rear-loading firearms. Tonight, he deliberately put all his private The hidden goods were taken out in order to prevent a large number of enemies from the Flash Blade Order.
Unfortunately, today was short of time, and the fuse explosives placed in the room were still too small and not powerful enough. If he had been given another day to prepare, he would have blown this monster that was suspected to be Elson's resurrection to pieces from the very beginning!
He cleaned the remaining fuel residue in the gun chamber, covered the weapon with a piece of black cloth, tied it with a rope and carried it tightly on his shoulders.
Continuous gunshots had woken up the residents downstairs, and a brave guy had begun to slam against the stairwell door that Watson had secured from the outside.
Watson had slightly cleaned up the traces of his existence. He used a simple hemp rope to descend from the roof with just brute force. After landing, he easily retracted the rope. There was only a faint trace of the hemp rope on the rooftop. , no traces or clues are left.
When the irritable residents armed with shotguns broke open the rooftop door, they could only see the awakened streets of London from the rooftop.
Watson walked along the shadows, and after going around several times, he returned to the short-term apartment he rented temporarily, hid the weapons and equipment under the bed, turned around and went out again.
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At this time, the fire in the Holmes Detective Agency also began to spread. Fortunately, the nearby fire post was not far away. It was late at night when the road was clear. The fire operation team rushed in quickly and extinguished the fire that had not had time to spread. Only the explosion occurred. The room was charred.
Watson had been watching the busy figures of the fire fighters from outside the street. After the fire was completely extinguished, the sky began to light up with a light gray.
He put on a surprised face and staggered towards the detective office with a cane.
The residents of the street knew Watson, and during this period they lived harmoniously with each other as neighbors. When they saw this poor war hero with a background from the Duke of Holmes family, they all stepped forward to offer concern and comfort.
"Oh my God, Mr. Watson, are you okay?!"
"Oh God! It's a good thing you didn't live here last night Mr. Watson."
"Mr. Watson, before the room is repaired, why don't you stay at my house first? Oliver happened to be on a business trip recently..."
"Shut up, Kelly! You slutty cousin, I'll tell your husband later that you always seduce other men while he's on a business trip!"
"Hahaha, Lisa, you stinky cousin, don't think I don't know that you have been going to the striptease bar in the next block every night to patronize those handsome muscular guys, especially the night before yesterday when you stayed up all night—— "
Before she could finish her words, Lisa had already twisted her waist like a bucket, stepped out her short legs, waving her colorful nails, and scratched Kelly's basin-like face.
"Ah——" Kelly wiped it on her face, and when she saw the faint blood in her palm, she let out an ear-piercing scream, "How dare you hurt my beautiful face!!!"
Not to be outdone, she stretched out her hand to grab Lisa's dry and yellowed curly hair, and the two of them immediately struggled with each other.
This sudden chaotic scene immediately diverted the attention of onlookers from the hapless detective assistant to the two ladies lying on the ground fighting.
Watson was able to pass through the crowd smoothly and arrived in front of the detective station. He handed cigarettes to the fire crew who were squatting in front of the door to rest for a while.
"Thank you very much. If it hadn't been for these three, Detective Holmes would have been destroyed by the fire tonight!"
The firefighters who originally looked tired and a little impatient immediately cheered up after hearing the word "Holmes" - oh? It turns out that what we just saved was the Duke's property!
They took the cigarettes politely and happily enjoyed the taste of the high-grade tobacco that probably came from the Duke's family.
"You're welcome, these are what we should do, and maintaining fire safety in London is our bounden duty!"
Watson also used tobacco, fake power, and dirty jokes in a few words to quickly get closer to the fire crew members. Before they left, they asked tentatively: "Brother Watson, we just discovered that the source of the fire came from the bedroom. The bed seems to be some kind of high explosive... Do you think we need to report this to Scotland Yard? "
Watson showed an embarrassed expression and said: "Well, after all, this matter involves the Duke's property. If the news gets out and is published in those messy newspapers, wouldn't it be detrimental to the Duke's face... So please, please You three, please keep the details about tonight confidential.”
When the fire crew members heard the words of the gentleman who was suspected of being a servant of the Duke, they immediately imagined a series of noble grievances, love and assassinations... They nodded vigorously and praised them again and again. "I understand, Brother Watson, don't worry, We certainly won't embarrass you.
After receiving such a positive reply, Watson also showed a seemingly relaxed smile and waved goodbye to the three fire crew members.
He sat on the steps in front of the door and waited until Victor, who was on vacation, drove the carriage and stopped.
Charlotte Holmes looked at the blackened windows on the second floor of the detective agency, her eyebrows raised. She entered the room and asked:
"Is it the Order of the Flashing Blade? How many people came? Did anyone get caught alive?"
Watson shook his head, "The person who came was not a human being, but a bloodless monster. After I observed the trap being triggered from a distant building last night, I noticed an unusually thin figure falling from the window."
"I kept shooting, but it could only cause weak damage to it, but the accumulation of quantity was enough to cause qualitative changes. Finally, the monster fell down on the bank of the river. A police officer on night patrol held it down and waited for me to rush over. , leaving only a pool of gray oil stains on the ground.”
Watson truthfully told what happened last night, which made such a big fuss that the female detective could deduce the specific details with just a little investigation. There was no need or ability to hide it.
"Gray oil stains..." the female detective murmured: "I have seen similar records in the information of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. It is the most common method used by the esoteric cultists - to drive some kind of cold inhuman monster to They do things.”
"The detective station is no longer safe now...Watson, why don't you just move to my manor?"
The 38-degree day is so hot that my head is dizzy and I have no thoughts... The water content of this chapter is enough to downgrade Chibei's desire.