Chapter 365 Another conspiracy

"I wish John Watson and little bitch Rose would fight to the death!"

These malicious words should only be circulated in the office, but they have been clearly reflected in the prosthetic pupil of John Watson's left eye. After receiving the prosthetic eye and gaining extremely powerful rationality, he has consciously recorded what he saw. Everything, I have already learned the rough lip language without any teacher.

At this moment, through the perspective vision of the prosthetic pupil of his left eye, he could already see the conversations of the hypocritical people in the office behind him.

He sighed softly and shook his head silently, thinking that there was no real beauty in this world. It turned out that there was office politics even in this detective agency.

However, John Watson still retains a certain impression about the little bitch Rose they called A girl named Rose must be the little bitch Rose that everyone in the office is talking about.

"Competing for the position of Miss Holmes's assistant?" John Watson sneered in his heart: "What a group of short-sighted guys. They are already aware of the dangers of the hidden world, and they are on the front line against madness, but they are still thinking about it. With these illusory honors and rights.”

But his face was also calm, and he still maintained that friendly smile, waving to express his goodwill to the colleagues he met for the first time, as if he didn't hear their whispers after he left.

Detective Holmes said it was not very big, and there were many rooms that were not allowed to enter without permission, so the doorman, Kayson, quickly took John Watson around.

It wasn't until they returned to the reception room next to the door that John Watson asked the question he was most concerned about, "Kason, doesn't Miss Holmes live in the detective agency now? Why haven't we seen her after we walked around? "

"Yes, Miss Holmes should be at the headquarters interrogating the cultists arrested yesterday. She probably won't have time to return to the detective agency today."

Kayson: "Ah, by the way, Mr. Watson, you don't know about the House of Lords riot case that we are busy with recently, right? After all, the authorities have blocked the information. Presumably Woolthorpe Lunatic Asylum has not received relevant information reports."

"The House of Lords riot case?" John Watson was slightly surprised, "There are still cultists who dare to attack the House of Lords?!"

"Yes, this group of cultists is truly horribly insane. They actually took advantage of the public unrest caused by the recent fire in the South Bank Industrial Zone and the Whitechapel massacre in the city to secretly incite those uneasy people to carry out a parade, and even hid in the parade. It wasn’t until he came to the House of Lords that he showed off his power...in front of tens of thousands of civilians, he tore off his disguise and transformed into a terrifying blade monster, chanting taboo words of resistance and change!"

"People in the city are now in panic. Citizens are worried that they will be attacked by terrifying monsters, and they are even more afraid of running into a disemboweled serial murderer. Unless necessary, no one dares to wander the streets alone after dark... …You must have spotted your colleagues wandering around on Baker Street when you came here just now, right?”

John Watson knew that the other party was referring to the group of strange characters who walked back and forth on the street, so he nodded slightly and said yes.

"It is because of the series of things that have happened recently that the detective station is not very safe now... The colleagues in charge of secret sentries have to step up patrols." Kaisen suddenly recalled an important thing. He looked around and lowered his voice. He spoke quietly:

"Mr. Watson, you don't know, right? The defense rituals of the detective station were broken by cultists some time ago. Gina, who was in charge of guarding the case family at that time, died innocently and tragically. Her body was disembowelled and bleeding all over the ground. Her death was like The Whitechapel Murder is so talked about in the streets... I guess there must be some connection between the two incidents, maybe this is the provocation launched by the Whitechapel Murderer against Miss Holmes!"

Hearing this, John Watson looked at his newly acquainted colleague across from him with a complex expression, and couldn't help but remind him tactfully: "Kayson, I don't know if anyone has told you before, but in fact... you talk a bit too much. Too many words lead to mistakes.”

"Are you really not afraid that you will inadvertently leak confidential information one day?"

"Scared?!" Kaison scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Are you?"

"But Mr. Watson, you are not a senior of our detective agency. I guess these things can be disclosed to you at will... right?"

John Watson just shook his head slightly and smiled. He reached out and patted the shoulder of the only colleague who could really welcome him back. He said earnestly: "In the future, I will try to be as concise and shocking as possible... Since Miss Holmes is not here today, then I will go back first and continue working without disturbing Kaisen.”

He took out a piece of paper from his arms, handed it to the colleague in front of him, and said: "This is my current address. If Miss Holmes comes back early today, please tell her this address, Kayson... Please give it to me again..." Let me tell you, if there is any need for me, I will be there!”

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Charlotte Holmes looked at the deformed and hideous cultist in a single wall.

The other party was an accomplice of the Seven Blade Cultists in the House of Lords Riot Case. At this moment, the abnormal edges and bone spurs all over his body had been cut off, and the shoulder blades, palms and soles of the feet were penetrated by the noon steel chain, which was as thick as six arms. The hard noon steel chain locks hung the crazy and aggressive prisoner in mid-air like a spider web, making it impossible for the opponent's feet to touch the ground and unable to communicate with the rhythm of the earth.

After the action meeting at the Night Anti-Suppression Bureau headquarters ended, based on the photos and sketches taken by the secret sentry near the House of Lords, the female detective only spent three hours to find the seven men in the case room of her detective station. The true identity of a cultist who is suspected of being a Blade Aberrant.

However, when the information about the common social characteristics of these seven cultists was placed on Charlotte's desk, a heavy cloud of sadness once again shrouded her brows.

These seven cultists all have one thing in common, they are all retired soldiers.

They all served in the 5th Fusiliers of the Berkshire Brigade.

The Fifth Fusiliers of the Berkshire Brigade was the team that Nello Bacchus, who escaped from the Crossroads Cult, belonged to, and it was also the team that Watson belonged to back then!

Until this moment, the female detective truly believed that the riots in the House of Lords were the conspiracy of the 'Professor' who was part of the Crossroads Cult extermination operation - but after knowing that the other party was most likely to be a Moth Phase cultist, she had always been wary of it. Be suspicious of everything and never believe in anything rashly.

This is not only to prevent the 'professor' from gaining more taboo power from this series of fraudulent actions, but also because of her inner competitiveness - she is unwilling to fall easily at a disadvantage in the 'game' with the professor.

"As long as I doubt anything, the professor can't win against me."

After learning the true identities of the seven cultists, the female detective even logically traced the Bass Arms Company where the seven cultists worked - this newly established weapons company, as well as other Berkshire Brigades. Retired soldiers of the 5th Fusiliers are serving!

Under the joint attack of extermination soldiers and consultants, the cultists of Bass Company who were already asleep at the time were wiped out. Only one cultist named Murray Hanks escaped.

The arrest operation went very smoothly, not even a single extermination soldier was lost, and all the cultists were knocked unconscious before they committed suicide - this arrest operation was as smooth as a blessing from God.

However, when the female detective looked at the seemingly deformed Blade cultist behind the one-way mirror, there was a trace of solemnity between her eyebrows.

"Tracing, arresting, imprisoning... this whole operation was so smooth, as if this group of cultists had gathered specially to wait for our arrival."

"Is this all part of the professor's calculation?

"Is this actually another conspiracy of the professor?"