Chapter 25 Watson, You Lied to Me? !

Watson raised his eyes, showing an expression as if he was remembering.

"After I received the message from the Black Crow Gang in the early morning, I immediately took a taxi and rushed to the Black Crow Bar. There I met a skin worker who claimed to have seen a customer who was highly suspicious of Harris."

"After some questioning, she told me that Harris most likely lived near Whitechapel."

"I followed this clue and hitched a ride around Whitechapel. Perhaps it was God's blessing. I soon found a bright and brand-new house."

When Watson said this, he raised his hand and pointed to the fire scene that was making crackling and explosive sounds. At this moment, the three fire engineers had entered the courtyard, controlling the purely human-driven pumping device, spitting out foamy water lines... It's just that This meager amount of water poured into the raging sea of ​​fire really couldn't stir up any splash.

Rather than extinguishing the fire, it is better to prevent the fire from spreading to other places and causing greater losses.

"This house is so beautiful that it doesn't look like it belongs in East London. When I think of Harris's background and his requirements for a living environment, I suspect that this is his newly purchased property."

"The courtyard door was unlocked at the time, so I went directly into the courtyard. When I entered the door, I heard a lascivious sound, which further confirmed my suspicion."

"At that time, I knocked on the door several times and there was no response, so I quietly walked to the window to check what was going on inside the house."

Watson pointed to the broken window frame of the house, which was now spitting out fireworks like a dragon's mouth. However, the soft grass under the window did have a line of trampled marks, and six bullet casings were scattered. , which can prove his current and next words.

"Who knew this look——"

Watson's face showed lingering horror, but it seemed to be mixed with a hint of nausea.

"I just saw Harris, who was completely unrecognizable and had four arms, lying on top of a certain lady. It's indescribable!"

"His facial features mutated, his tongue split, and his chin developed abnormal limb growth like fingers... I won't describe the details. In short, it was a disgusting and disgusting look, even more so than Lance before. Weird!”

"I immediately shot him in the back of the head several times. Seeing that he passed out immediately, I quickly opened the window and broke in to carry out the group of ladies who had been brutally murdered by Harris."

Watson points to the flesh workers, who appear to be unharmed but are actually unusually thin.

"After I moved several unconscious ladies into the hospital, I planned to go back to investigate the situation, but I didn't expect that as soon as I entered the door, Harris, who was supposed to be dead, stood up again and suddenly rushed towards me!"

"I was handicapped, so I couldn't dodge and was thrown to the ground by him... However, after he pinned me down, he didn't continue to attack, but——"

When Watson said this, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he didn't want others to hear what was coming next. At the same time, he showed a certain expression of irritation and disgust, as if he had suffered great humiliation, and gritted his teeth and said:

"Harris is actually shaking on me!"

"I was so angry that I fired several shots at him. The anger and the impact of the bullets made me break away from his suppression and crawl out from under his huge body, but the blood spurting from his body also splashed all over me. "

"I originally wanted to pull out of the door to seek help from others, but then I thought about the dangers of these aberrant monsters mentioned by the Anti-Suppression Bureau. How could I let unarmed civilians participate in this battle!"

"As soon as I gritted my teeth and closed the door, I was thinking of one thing - even if I die today! I can't let Harris escape outside and endanger the common people in London!"

At this moment, Watson's eyes flashed with determination to die. The orange firelight on the side reflected on his face, and he seemed to be glowing.

Charlotte also had a solemn expression when she heard this, but there seemed to be something else flashing in her eyes.

"Yes, Watson, you did it right." She seemed to agree, and then continued to ask, "What about the back?"

"Then I started a life-and-death duel with Harris inside the house. Fortunately, Harris was huge and cumbersome. Even if I stumbled on one foot, I could still use the complex terrain in the house to deal with him."

"But Harris seems to have a little bit of wisdom left, and he actually knows how to pick up furniture and use it as a weapon to throw at me!"

Watson slapped his left leg indignantly, "If my legs and feet hadn't been so inflexible now, how could I have been bullied by him like this!"

"After he gave birth to his second pair of arms, his strength was astonishing! He lifted a dining table weighing hundreds of kilograms and threw it towards me!"

When Charlotte heard this, she seemed to be shocked by Harris's amazing arm strength and danger in the story, and showed a solemn expression.

"Fortunately, I was smart and crouched down in the triangular area between the side of the fireplace and the wall in time. The big dining table smashed over and even knocked off a corner of the fireplace."

"As soon as I crawled out from under the table, I saw Harris charging towards me like a mad bison. Even if I fired several shots at his face, it could only offset his impact. Although I tried my best to dodge, his shoulder hit my chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot. "

"But Harris' head also hit the wall, and he was immediately dizzy as if he had a concussion. I aimed almost all the remaining bullets at his head, and he stopped moving."

"I saw that his vitality was several times stronger than Lance's, so I immediately sprinkled him with strong alcohol and set him on fire, using the flames to hinder his regeneration."

Charlotte was relieved when she heard this, but Watson continued to say:

"But even so, Harris is not dead yet. He was rolling on the ground with fire all over his body. The grease dripping from his body set the house on fire. I saw that he was still struggling, so I pulled out the cavalry sword hanging on the wall and wanted to end his pain as soon as possible."

"But because he kept rolling, my first cut was only on his belly. The blade was still stuck inside and he was tearing the wound. I took out the second cavalry sword. This time I saw the right time and cut his neck several times in a row, and finally beheaded him..."

Watson sighed again after he finished speaking, and seemed to pull the wound and grinned on his face. He took a sip of whiskey to numb the pain and his heart.

"Alas... I didn't expect that such a simple missing case would involve such bizarre things." He said meaningfully, "The world is getting more and more chaotic."

"Let's not talk about this. I'll take you to the hospital for treatment first."

Charlotte ignored the smelly stains on Watson's body, lifted his right arm and put it on her shoulder, and slowly walked towards her own carriage.

Victor, who was very perceptive, immediately stepped forward to help and sent Mr. Watson, who had just left the hospital for only one day, back to the hospital.

It was just that little Stanford was resting today, otherwise, seeing his friend return to the hospital so quickly, he would have persuaded him to resign and stay away from the detective industry on the spot.

It was not until the sun set that Charlotte got on the carriage and left. But before leaving, she turned around and looked at the hospital with the cold eyes of a detective.

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At night, the ruins burned out.

The beautiful house during the day now only had the scorched beams creaking, like the weathered bones of a corpse.

A luxurious carriage passed through the dark and gloomy streets and stopped in front of the burned house.

The door opened and a tall and slender figure came down. The figure stood in the bleak autumn wind, looking at the ruins in front of the door thoughtfully. After struggling for a long time, he finally took a step and pushed open the rotten door.

The coachman in front of the carriage looked at the figure searching in the precarious ruins with a lamp, and seemed to be regretful and puzzled, and sighed silently.

"Miss, why are you doing this?"

"Don't you believe Mr. Watson?"