Black Book

Chapter 135 Blasphemy
The dead man's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all blocked by solidified black blood, and his wide-open mouth seemed to be emitting a silent wail.

His expression was extremely hideous and distorted. Just by looking at his face with his eyes open, it seemed as if one could hear his miserable screams before death.

However, Sherlock Voss had already asked the residents around him, and no one heard any unusual noises last night...

In other words, either the sound was blocked, or... he was tortured silently in extreme pain...

His eyes swept across the hideous long nails on the dead man's palms and ankles, staring at this highly symbolic and evil scene.

Even though Sherlock Voss was not a fanatic, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

This is a deliberate provocation to the authority of the Holy See!

By the most profane and evil means!

Da Da Da~
At this moment, a familiar sound of footsteps was heard behind him. Sherlock Voss quickly suppressed the anger in his heart and turned around to greet them in the calmest state.

"Lord Gabriel."

"Ah."

The girl wearing a platinum hood nodded slightly, walked straight past Sherlock Worth, and entered the horrifying "crime scene".

Looking at the inverted human cross hanging upside down and nailed to the wall, the girl's calm eyes fluctuated for a moment, but then returned to calmness.

"Did you find anything?"

"There were no signs of a fight at the scene. The deceased did not even have any injuries in the strict sense. Even the long nails that nailed him to death were made of his own blood!"

Sherlock Voss introduced it carefully and finally handed the girl a blood-stained book clip.

"That may be the cause of his death."

When he opened the bookcase, the first thing that caught Gabriel's eye was a pitch-black inverted cross made of solidified black blood.

The girl struggled to discern and read among the dots of blood, but each word that came into her sight made her brows furrow more and more.

"The Sick Man of East Asia? The lowly and backward Chinese civilization? He really dared to write about it..."

Even the Seraphim who descended from the highest heaven was in awe of this ancient civilization. Why was he, a mere mortal, so brave?
Hearing the girl's murmurs and sighs, Sherlock Voss beside her nodded sympathetically. After a struggle between his conscience and his own, he asked in a low voice with embarrassment.

"Could it be Dragon's people..."

If they really did it, there would be no way to investigate it.

Otherwise...what if they really find out something?
Who dares to go to [Yanhuang Arsenal] to ask for an explanation?

You even have to thank them for not taking their anger out on the invaders because of the behavior of the indigenous people!
Otherwise...the Japanese players next door are a lesson for us.

So... sometimes you have to pretend to be confused...

We are all decent people. If you are not decent, then don't blame others for helping you to be decent...

On the other side, Gabriel understood Sherlock Voss's concerns and just pondered for a moment, then shook his head solemnly.

“It doesn’t look like their work.”

"If they were Dragon's people, they would rush in in broad daylight, chop off his head in front of everyone, and then either build a Jingguan or hang it under the gate as a human head wind chime. They would not deliberately put on such a scene full of Western religious symbols..."

Looking up at the inverted human cross on the wall again, Gabriel's crystal clear pure gold eyes burst into a fascinating holy light.

"This is more like a sacrificial ritual of cultists, a remnant of the evil gods from outside the domain interfering in this world..."

After saying this, the light in Gabriel’s eyes gradually faded, and he sighed in confusion once again.

"Another evil god at the level of the Lord of Hell. How could this world be so worthy of such attention?"

"What number is this?"

As the girl muttered to herself, Sherlock Voss breathed a sigh of relief. It's good that he's not a Dragon...

If the evil god dares to provoke me, Dongda University really can't afford to provoke me...

Not to mention that they are currently on someone else's territory. If a conflict breaks out, even Lord Gabriel might have to...

Ungodly thoughts flashed through his mind, and Sherlock Voss crossed himself in silent confession.

Just as Sherlock Voss was muttering to himself, a blond and blue-eyed policeman rushed in and found him breathlessly.

"Detective Sherlock!"

Seeing the policeman's panicked look, Sherlock Worth's expression became serious and he patted him on the shoulder calmly.

"Don't worry, take a deep breath and catch your breath first."

Sherlock Voss's mature and calm words seemed to have magical power. The panicked policeman quickly calmed down and reported in a steady pace.

"Another strange murder has occurred. Please go and take a look. The identity of the victim this time is a bit special..."

Hearing this, Sherlock Voss subconsciously turned around and looked at Gabriel, both of them saw an ominous premonition in each other's eyes.

Dozens of minutes later, the two arrived at a new crime scene, and what came into their eyes was a grotesque, distorted and weird picture.

In the originally gorgeous bedroom, a layer of mucous membrane made of flesh and blood covers the walls, floor, and ceiling. Through the translucent membrane, one can faintly see the dense blood vessels and nerves inside, like tree roots.

The scarlet color filled every inch of vision, and everyone seemed to be seeing the inside of the cavity of some giant animal.

In the center of the bedroom, countless tentacles of varying thickness "grew" out from the bed, walls, ceiling... various places, and drilled into a deformed human body in the middle like a living thing, and even lifted him up in the air!

"Who is the deceased?"

Subconsciously stopping at the bedroom door, Sherlock Voss whispered to the police officer beside him.

"Sir Cojero Woods."

"Who is the first eyewitness?"

"Uh……"

The police officer hesitated awkwardly for a moment, then pointed to a figure huddled in the corner with his knees hugged.

Sherlock Voss walked closer and found that it was a pretty yellow girl about 16 years old.

But the girl was only wearing a thin coat at this time, and seemed to be naked underneath.

Her exposed skin was covered with dense scars of varying ages, which showed that she had suffered long-term inhuman abuse.

Staring at the girl's empty, numb and turbid eyes, Sherlock Voss seemed to understand something, and asked the police officer beside him while suppressing his anger.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Uh... Sir Cojero Woods likes to play some special games..."

"So this is the toy he bought?"

Hearing Sherlock Worth's sarcastic words, the police officer laughed even more awkwardly.

"It's not bought..."

Sherlock Wooster was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"It seems that this girl was abducted by him."

Hearing this, Sherlock Voss took a deep breath and felt a huge shock in his heart.

He knew that the capitalists in the 19th century were lawless, but he didn't expect them to be so rampant!
(End of this chapter)