Chapter 307 The Sacrificial Watson
The female detective has gradually reached the end of the twenty-seventh passage.
The light of the lantern condensed like a pillar and shot straight into the room in front of me. However, the familiar twisted darkness reappeared, and the dense ink-like shadows stubbornly blocked the illumination of the light.
The three consultants who followed summoned the spirits from another world. The unmerciful light of illumination burst out, dispersing the thick black shadows ahead that seemed to hide strange whispers. The darkness that was darker than the London smog dissipated unwillingly. , and there seemed to be a faint roar of struggle in the air.
Then everyone in the Anti-Suppression Bureau saw the deep well that was as turbid as blood, and the eight 'corpses' sitting around the mouth of the well with scary smiles on their faces! ! !
These eight 'cadavers' of different shapes and ages are the only complete flesh and blood skeletons discovered since the Anti-Suppression Bureau entered the underground headquarters of the Crossroads Cult. The bodies of these eight people have roughly maintained their original appearance, and they are not like other cultists outside. It was sucked dry by the strange emerald roots, and became as dry as a freshly unearthed Egyptian mummy.
It's just that the clothes of these eight roughly intact skeletons have all been taken off, and they are naked in front of each other, each occupying a position by the well.
The skin of the eight skeletons is missing to varying degrees, whether it is the face, arms, legs or feet. The combination of the incomplete skin happens to be a deformed and complete human skin... but the peeled off human skin is completely missing. trace.
And the most important thing is that there is a dagger with only the wooden handle remaining inserted in the center of the chest of these eight corpses. It is obvious that the sharp blade has penetrated deeply into their hearts. This is why the Anti-Suppression Bureau At first glance, everyone thought that this was the root cause of eight corpses instead of eight living people!
And as of now, they still don’t know why the evil emerald tree suddenly went crazy and attacked the cultists it enshrines... However, it is said that the evil tree filled with faint stone-green light is the creation of a hidden god, so why did it suddenly It seems not surprising that they can kill each other out of control. After all, anything related to the gods will always bring misfortune and bad luck, leading to madness and stupidity.
"Wait, something's wrong. Not all of these eight people seem to be dead. It seems that a few people's wounds are still bleeding out!"
An attentive new female logistics operator suddenly shouted that her calm and observant personality was obviously very suitable for working in the Anti-Suppression Bureau. In time, it would be possible to be promoted to an investigator - if she was not reduced to cannon fodder and sacrificed in the next suppression campaign. Words of action.
Another extermination soldier who was born with an excellent sense of direction looked at the sitting positions of these eight strange corpses and immediately reacted. The second one shouted: "East, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, north, northeast ——These eight strange corpses occupy all directions!"
He immediately took out the compass from his waist to assist in judgment. After lowering his head and raising his head back and forth for two times, he swore to confirm: "Yes, the positions occupied by these eight people are all the eight absolutely standard directions of southeast, northwest and northwest! "
This Anti-Suppression Bureau suppression soldier has many experience in suppression operations, so his information authority within the Anti-Suppression Bureau is higher than that of the lowest-level logistics officers and ordinary suppression soldiers - he is already qualified to contact Get the basic information of the twenty-four hidden gods, and know the twin sisters occupying the crossroads.
That's why he suddenly thought that if there are two gods who control the crossroads, does that mean there should be two copies of the crossroads?
"Is this an upgraded version of the crossroads? The Bafang Road is equivalent to a double crossroad where twins are entangled?!"
This imprecise inference did not arouse an echo of approval among the people in the Anti-Suppression Bureau, because the mysterious advisers who obviously knew the deeper secrets of the supernatural gods immediately showed disdain after hearing the speculation of the extermination soldier. sneer.
But compared to these logistical officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau who were talking in private, their commanders were much more tactful and calm, and viewed things more profoundly.
Charlotte Holmes knew that the Emerald Tree, which had been under the control of Winfres, must not have lost control for no reason. There must be a more profound reason behind the sudden killing of each other by the Crossroads cult. Somehow these eight people were able to escape. The cultists who smoked through the emerald tree must also be hiding other secrets.
Perhaps, this is also inseparable from the professor's 'help'.
The female detective's eyesight was so keen. As early as the moment when the round mirror's glow penetrated the darkness, she had already discovered that among the eight people sitting in a strange circle, one of the figures with his back to her was the John Waugh she had been looking for. Sen!
Her steady light gray eyes suddenly flashed with panic and anxiety, and even her heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.
‘Has Watson already been sacrificed? ! ! ’
'Am I still too late? ! ’
‘Sure enough, I shouldn’t have agreed to Watson’s proposal to go undercover in the first place! ’
'We met the day before yesterday. Although Watson has healed his left leg, he has lost his left eye. And now he has risked his own life...'
A trace of guilt and sadness emerged uncontrollably in Charlotte's heart, but her abundant rationality did not allow her to distract herself at this moment, forcing her to focus on the eight skinned bodies in front of her, forcing her to observe through Analyze and reason to divert unnecessary sympathy from your heart.
But it turns out that the role of reason is far greater than useless sentimentality - the female detective took a few steps forward and observed carefully, and immediately discovered that although Watson's face also maintained a stiff and creepy weird smile, his chest was even more... There was a dagger inserted, and the blade was completely buried in the flesh and blood of the chest!
But the knife edge on Watson's chest was still slowly leaking blood. The bright red and hot blood flowed down his eight strong abdominal muscles and fell into the mouth of a deep pit filled with strange blood. The blood-red color seemed like a mist that could not be dissolved, obscuring the gaze of everyone present as they peered into the bottom of the well.
The three mysterious consultants have actively called on the light beasts in the mirror to emit a glow that illuminates and dispels darkness, shining on the eight cultists with strange smiles on their faces.
Suddenly, wisps of charred smoke appeared and rose from the faces of the eight cultists. The eight strands of charred smoke gathered above the well mouth and condensed into what looked like a deformed human face. The details of the facial features were blurred, and only the smoke was visible. There seems to be a pair of spectacle frames on the bridge of the human face's nose.
The moment the face of the smoke took shape, he slowly turned back to look at the female commander who was protected by everyone in the center. The dark smoke-filled eyes seemed to burst out with some kind of evil light that corroded people's hearts, but they were all caught in the three round mirrors. All the alien light beasts were swallowed up.
The defeated Black Smoke Man was not discouraged, he just burst out with a short and harsh sneer, and then disappeared with a bang...just like the mysterious moth worshiping cult organization that came and went without a trace.
The eight cultists sitting cross-legged suddenly collapsed, fell backwards and lay dying on the ground.
Charlotte hurriedly lifted up Watson's cold figure and put her cheek against his strong chest... Fortunately, there was still a very weak heartbeat! Watson did not sacrifice! ! !
Perhaps thanks to the forbidden secret technique of telepathy, Watson's vitality is far beyond that of ordinary people. Even if the blade has barely grazed his heart, he will not die on the spot.
Charlotte felt the weak pulsation under her chest, and her heart that had been hanging on her chest was finally relieved for the time being. Her cold and frosty face melted away as if in spring, a delicate smile bloomed, and tears of joy slid across her gray face. face.
"Very good!"
"Watson, it's great that you're okay..."