Chapter 327 Has the game started?

Chapter 327 Has the game started?

While Sister Charlotte was having a secret conversation with Dean Isaac.

Rose quietly ran to the hospital garden to say hello to the familiar patients, and told them that a new patient named John Watson should be transferred from Area 2 to Area 1 in a while.

"This Mr. Watson is my friend, you have to help me take good care of him!"

"Take good care of me?" All the mentally ill patients looked at each other and saw the fleeting light of wisdom in each other's eyes. Then they all laughed happily, nodded and punched their chests and promised, hehehe Don't worry, little Rose, we will definitely help you take good care of this John Watson.

But for some reason, Ruth always felt that something was wrong with the patients’ eyes and smiles. Did they misunderstand me?

But before she could explain it to the patients, Sister Charlotte had already strode out of the office building.

With the help of the little knife in her mind, Rose's eyes were as sharp as sharp blades. Even from a distance of nearly a hundred yards, she could clearly see Sister Charlotte's face as cold and beautiful as snow. , as calm and calm as ever, making it impossible for anyone to figure out what he was thinking.

But Rose's tragic upbringing gave her a sensitive and delicate insight. She could tell at a glance that Sister Charlotte's walking pace seemed steady, but in fact it was faster than before, and there was a faint trace of it. A touch of eagerness.

She originally planned to catch up with this group of patients who had not been with each other for a long time but felt like family, but when she saw Sister Charlotte, she seemed to be in a hurry, and she didn't bother to explain to the patients the meaning of 'take good care of'. , then hurriedly waved goodbye and ran towards Sister Charlotte.

When Charlotte saw Rose running towards her, she didn't say anything. She just nodded lightly and continued to walk quickly towards the door of Woolthorpe Lunatic Asylum.

Passing through the seemingly loose but actually tight group of guards, the two quickly arrived in front of the door. Stopping on the spacious road was a multi-seater carriage that might not be called luxurious but was definitely eye-catching.

The walls of the car, which is as wide and long as a public bus, shimmer with a cold iron gray like fine steel. Even the glass of the windows is coated with a thin metal film, making it difficult for outsiders with high brightness to see directly into the darkness inside the car. Condition.

There is no family emblem painted on the car body. However, when the rosy sunset slowly shifts on the outer wall of the carriage, a blood-red emblem can be seen in the movement of light and shadow. Inside the emblem is a closed door. On the door and window, a half-shaped sun slowly rises from the upper edge of the door and window, and the upper part of the outer ring of the badge reads Suppression Bureau.

The second half is a Latin phrase that may have origins - Aliis si licet. Tibi non licet, what is possible for others is not possible for you.

The carts were pulled in front by four tall horses with strong muscles and a sense of strength. Judging from their size and appearance, they were definitely not the species on the island. They looked more like strong horses from the continent of Europa, or some kind of horses from the laboratory. Exotic horse.

There were already logistics operators waiting next to the carriage. As soon as they saw the figure of the former commander and now superior appearing in the field of vision, they immediately pulled down the folding ladder for Miss Holmes to step into the carriage.

As soon as Charlotte and Rose entered the carriage, the carriage, which was spacious enough to accommodate a dozen people, was also dimly lit with dim lights.

Three heavily armed extermination soldiers were sitting in the back and front of the car respectively. In the middle was a huge long table, on which was placed the wireless telegraph machine equipped by the bureau. A logistics officer responsible for receiving and sending reports quickly He stood up and handed the translated telegram in his hand to Miss Holmes for review.

Charlotte looked at the dots and lines on the paper, her cold and pretty face couldn't help but be moved, her two thin eyebrows as straight and slender as sword blades frowned deeply, as if two swords were striking each other.

According to the contents of the work manual, Rose was supposed to stay indifferent and not inquire about matters other than her responsibilities, but at this moment she raised her head slightly and secretly peeked at the contents on the piece of paper - although she I haven't had time to systematically study the various complex codes within the Anti-Suppression Bureau, but fortunately, there are also texts on the pieces of paper that have been translated by the receptionist in advance.

There was only a short text written on the thin piece of paper, but the meaning behind the text made little Rose feel horrified!

[221B Baker Street was attacked, the database was lost, and only the Cross Road Hospital incident case was stolen. 】

She couldn't even restrain her inner surprise. She covered her mouth and screamed, "Ah! How is this possible? Our defense is so tight. Even the legendary cultists who have stepped through the Gate of Beast Horns cannot break through our detectives." The defense of the office?"

Charlotte said slowly: "That means the intruders are far more terrifying than the cultists who have stepped through the Horn Gate."

"And only the case file of the Cross Road Hospital incident was stolen, but no files of other cases were stolen, and no other damage was caused, so the intention of the intruder is very obvious."

Charlotte raised her head slightly and looked at the replica mosaic clue wall inside the carriage, staring straight at the bright red code name at the top.

She murmured: "Professor...will the game between you and me finally begin?"

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The boy with a deformed face and three eyes slowly stood up, passed his daughter/sister who was exerting cold and sharp power as if to vent her anger, and came to the whetstone that was almost frozen into ice.

The gang member in front of him, with his eyes covered with black cloth and his mouth stuffed with dirty towels, once roamed the Dog Island in East London with the reputation of being a tough guy.

But at this moment, due to the repeated severe cold torture, he was so exhausted and painful that he didn't even have the strength to tremble. He just knelt down on the ground numbly, choked silently, and begged the God who had never worshiped before, praying as soon as possible. Send down death for him.

The boy with the deformed face slowly lifted the tortured tough guy up so that his waist could be straightened to the ground, and he continued to maintain the dignity of the tough guy.

The young man bent slightly and whispered into the tough guy's ear: "Shh, don't cry, don't be afraid. You are a famous tough guy in the Burton Brothers Gang. It is said that you once faced seven enemies by yourself with a pistol and a short knife. The gang's killer delayed Little Burton enough time to escape, so you who survived by chance became Little Burton's most trusted brother, and you heard about many big and small things in the gang. "

"So, Mr. Tough Guy, can you tell me who originally paid for the bounty on John Watson's head?"