Chapter 155 Betrayal

After hearing the inference of the police detective whom she met for the first time, Charlotte Holmes just nodded slightly and did not express any opinion.

This made Douglas, who longed for the guidance of a female detective, feel a little regretful.

Charlotte just silently walked into the charred sailboat and tobacco tavern. Her sharp eyes carefully looked at the scene, passing by the broken oil lamps, the unnaturally tilted round tables, and the dry and charred corpses. The clever brain that is different from ordinary people has quickly restored what happened at that time.

In the consciousness of the female detective, the blackened and messy tavern in front of her seemed to have gone back in time. The color blackened by the flames gradually faded away, the overturned wine table stood up again, and the broken oil lamps floated in the original place. The positions were put back together again, and the extinguished lights began to rekindle.

At this moment, the gamblers who were whispering and discussing outside the door also had an illusory shadow separated from them. They walked back to the wine table and began to shout enthusiastically and slap the tabletop excitedly.

The charred corpses jumped to attention like jumping corpses, took a few steps back to the bar and toasted to drink - thanks to the murderer's accurate shooting, the fire did not affect the position and posture of the corpses too much. The female detective was able to quickly restore the state of the deceased in her mind.

In her mind, the sailing ship and tobacco tavern seemed to have returned to the lively scene a few hours ago. The gamblers were shouting and cheering loudly and drinking beer. The sturdy security guards leaning on the bar were just pretending to drink, but in fact they were drinking. However, his eyes were constantly scanning inside and outside the tavern, always ready to beat up those unruly gamblers and resist attacks from other gangs.

However, they did not realize that there were two professional killers outside the door who were preparing to attack and were gradually approaching... Maybe it was because of the heavy wind and snow last night? Or do the two murderers have some way of concealing themselves? Is it the ability of the Moth Mysteries? Or is it just stealth technology?

Then one of the security guards who was watching the venue seemed to have discovered the abnormal behavior of a certain gambler. He voluntarily left the bar and walked to the table. While walking, he was shot from outside the door with a precise bullet. Hitting the center of his forehead without any mistake, the man died before he even had time to feel the pain of the gunshot - this was the first fatality.

The other security guards who heard the gunshots reacted immediately and took out the revolvers at their waists to fight back. However, before they could raise their guns, the black shadow representing the murderer outside the door fired quickly and accurately. Three shots were fired, killing the three unresponsive security guards.

Later, the oil lamps in the tavern were also exploded by bullets, and the sailing ship and tobacco tavern fell into complete darkness. The street lights in this neighborhood had long been damaged, and there was absolutely no light in the streets at night.

The greedy and cowardly gamblers screamed and crawled out of the tavern. On the way, some took the opportunity to scoop up the bet cash abandoned by other gamblers - as evidenced by the coins scattered completely randomly on the floor.

After hearing the series of gunshots, the other guards on the second floor picked up the oil lamp and tried to go downstairs to check the situation. As soon as they showed their heads, they were shot to death by the murderer's shadow lurking in the shadow of the tavern. The oil lamp in his hand also broke and burned. The kerosene was spilled - the charred corpse lying on the steps was the evidence.

As the flames of the imaginary world burned silently, the female detective in the real world also slowly walked towards the doorway between the back kitchen and the front hall. Standing in this position, she could see the situation in the front hall and back kitchen of the tavern at the same time.

Her light gray eyes looked at the environment on both sides, and the gunshots in her mind began to sound.

The help from the Burton Brothers seemed to be coming from another part of the street. He hunched his body and planned to sneak into the tavern quietly. As soon as he entered the door, he was shot by the lurking murderer. The first bullet penetrated his jaw, and the second bullet penetrated his jaw. The bullet entered his eye socket - this was the work of the second murderer, whose marksmanship was somewhat worse than that of the first murderer.

Distracted by the exchange of fire in the front hall, the gang members in the back alley of the tavern immediately opened the door and rushed in. Perhaps due to the dim environment, he did not attract the murderer's attention at first and was able to enter smoothly. The cook, trying to hide behind the stove, quietly attacked the attacker from behind who was probably still hiding in the front hall.

However, his smooth entry was actually a trap set by the first murderer, who had long been hiding behind the stove and waiting for him. The particularly obvious bullet holes on the forehead of the charred corpse could prove that he suffered the damage at extremely close range. Bullet attack.

Other gang members who heard the gunshots immediately threw burning bottles of explosive oil into the back kitchen, trying to attack the first murderer while also lighting up the environment in the back kitchen - this is where the fire at the Sailboat and Tobacco Saloon really spread. reason.

Then a strong gang member used brute force to dismantle the door panel of the back door and used it as a shield. The other three gang members also followed him and entered in a column... But they seemed to be unable to find the first murderer. ? There were no warheads or shell casings left behind in the fierce exchange of fire on the ground in the back kitchen.

And maybe the murderer who was hiding near the back door or somewhere else attacked brazenly and easily chopped off three heads with just one knife. Since there were no traces of fierce exchange of fire at the scene, it meant that the three corpses on the ground fell in the same direction. Before he could react, he was killed by the first murderer.

That three heads were cut off in an instant, such a strong arm, such a sharp weapon... it is indeed possible that it was done by evil esoteric cultists.

The female detective approached the stove with great interest. She stared at the last charred corpse. Both his arms were cut off, and the incisions were as flat as the neck sections of the three corpses... But why did the deceased at that time Wasn't he killed the first time? But suffered the torture of having both arms cut off?

Is it a special status? Or is the murderer planning to interrogate him to get some information?

Sherlock knelt down and observed the corpse carefully. She wanted to find out what was special about the other party - she had already substituted Watson as the first murderer, but if this was Watson deliberately retaining this person's Life, what is the reason?

As soon as she squatted down, from a low angle, she immediately discovered that there seemed to be some marks that were not caused by the fire carved on the wall of the stove behind the corpse.

It seemed that the other party left some kind of mark before he died, and wanted to tell the Burton Brothers the identity of the attackers last night... Unfortunately, these letters had been scratched by a sharp knife.

However, when the female detective squinted her eyes so that her vision became slightly hazy, like myopia, she immediately discovered that the scratches covering up the marks of the deceased seemed to be enlarged and distorted letters.

Even if these letters are recorded on paper, they will be meaningless gibberish in the eyes of others.

But in the eyes of Charlotte Holmes, it contains another layer of meaning!

This is the password Watson left for me! !

He hasn't betrayed yet! ! !