The air was filled with the stench of blood, as if a wild beast had just eaten a rough meal here. There were scraps of meat remaining in the dried blood. Kicking away the messy items on the ground, one could see light marks on the floor, as if something sharp had scratched it not long ago.
"Have you got any ideas, Mr. Holmes?"
Price held his mask tightly to his face, trying not to smell the air filled with fear.
Ever since he discovered the writing on the wall, the famous detective has not been in a good state. His face is pale, as if he had just experienced a nightmare.
The police officer brought a chair for him, and he sat in a pool of blood, facing the tragically dead woman and the hateful words on the wall.
"Quiet… "
Lorenzo clasped his hands together and crossed his legs. He pulled his deerstalker hat down so that Price couldn't read his expression.
"Why don't you try the mandrake? Can't you always get clues from the visions of the dead?"
Watson leaned back in his chair, and his voice echoed in Lorenzo's ears, full of passion.
"But that would also deepen my connection with darkness, which would increase your chances of escaping, right? So forget it. As a damn devil or a witch, this is your prison, and you can't get out."
Lorenzo lowered his hands, his eyes fierce.
"I won't give you any chance until I find a way to kill you completely."
A silver bell-like chuckle sounded, and Watson gently hugged Lorenzo's neck and whispered.
"But you have been accepting my gifts. Whether it is your survival or the interruption of the Stasis Temple, aren't these all dependent on me, the one you hate the most?"
Lorenzo looked at her coldly, but Watson left Lorenzo at this time. She looked at Press beside her, but it seemed that only Lorenzo could see her. No matter how she shook or even touched Press, he did not react at all.
Press only felt a breeze blowing, which made him feel cold. He couldn't explain this feeling clearly, and finally attributed it to the winter in Old Dunling.
"Go away, I don't need you, at least not now."
Lorenzo stood up, and as he cursed, Watson slowly stepped back as if bowing, until he disappeared into the air, with only his voice echoing.
"You know exactly how to call me."
So everything returned to calm, and Lorenzo slowly stood up with a solemn look on his face.
"What do you think?"
Price looked at Lorenzo who stood up, and he thought the detective had some ideas now, so Lorenzo said.
"What kind of people would hate a stranger working in a factory?"
Watson finally disappeared from his sight, and he could finally think quietly about the case at hand.
Although Watson, who appeared in a strange priority, is the most dangerous, the Evangelical Church has not been able to solve this problem for hundreds of years. Lorenzo does not think he can do anything, so it is better to focus on the present.
He was not only curious about why the woman died so tragically, Lorenzo was more curious about why it was here, where Watson officially shed the [Gap] and appeared in front of Lorenzo, this bloody room, it was as if someone in the dark pushed all this and made what was happening before his eyes happen.