"Could you tell me how this homeless man named John left you that night? I don't think reporting a false police report can be done with an apology, right?" Master Cat asked.
"Mr. Logan, this is also a very bizarre point. If I hadn't witnessed it with a few of my subordinates, I might not have believed my eyes. Don't think I'm joking. I can tell you with certainty. , that John, escaped from the sight of our whole party that night!
He was running too fast, mind my wording, 'too fast'! I personally think that this is no longer a speed that humans can achieve. That speed definitely exceeds the world record for sprinting in the Olympics, um... maybe twice as fast as that record! Almost able to catch the train on foot. "
Master Cat's face sank: "Officer Amberley... have you smelled a sulfur smell from that John..."
Amberley was taken aback for a moment, and then replied with a blank expression: "I remembered your reminder, and I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but I can be sure that the smell of sulfur can always be smelled on John's body. "
Wang Xu snorted coldly: "Hey... it seems... I'm here to work."
Master Cat shrugged: "Young police officer, this case is over."
Amberley was confused, and he was about to show off how he deduced the idea of a potential murder in that alley with a few footprints and some soot for the rest of the time. In the end, Master Cat told him that the case was over, and his tone was convincing. Poor Amberley was like a joke-teller who lost all his audience the moment he was ready to shake his bag.
"I don't understand...Mr. Logan..."
"Well... you don't have to understand. Anyway, within a few days, that John's body will be found. If you do an autopsy, you will find that he died on the night he met you. Oh, I think you After that, I must have tried to find him, that's why I said the view of "evaporating from the world", but that's wrong, we have a saying in China - to see people when you are alive, and to see corpses when you die, so you will definitely see him dead body.
As for the so-called murder that John said, it was just nonsense when he was drunk. This is an obvious fact, and you should no longer have any doubts. That... the above are all my opinions on this matter. As for the process of my reasoning, I believe you can understand it with a little thought with your wisdom, ha ha... ah ha ha..." Master Cat said and finally smirked there, and smiled Very fake.
Amberley seemed a little angry. He had almost confirmed that the Detective Logan in front of him didn't have any real talents. He stood up and said goodbye: "Okay... I think you have tried your best. Thank you very much for your opinion. There are still some things to do in the bureau. Please excuse me."
"Hehe...slowly, I won't see you off." Master Cat said he wouldn't see me off if he didn't, and his butt didn't move from the chair at all.
As soon as he walked away, Wang Xu jumped up on his back and said, "What do you mean 'within a few days'? You can't say ten days and half a month? A few days? You go and get it done?"
Master Cat picked up the coffee and said with a relaxed expression: "It's just a demon, its strength is between the ghosts of the human world and the Yin-Yang world. With your current strength, it's not difficult to deal with it."
Wang Xu exclaimed: "Nonsense! It's not that I haven't seen a demon before, just your bad friend, what's his name, oh! Vincent! That's it! I still deal with him? As soon as he raised his hand, I lay down by myself. Got it down."
"He is an individual, there are only a handful of demons at the same level as him, and they no longer have the smell of sulfur on them, they will leave a smell, and they specialize in doing things in the human world, and their strength will never be better than mine. I estimated it too high just now. Wouldn't the guy possessing Albert be easily solved by me?"
Wang Xu squinted at him: "How about... you can take care of this matter."
Master Mao said with a deadpan face: "Brother is a detective, if you say you don't need spiritual knowledge, you don't need it."
"If you don't have girls, you just hang around, right..."
Master Cat pretended not to hear this sentence, and continued: "Use your 'spiritual transformation' to expand the search area, and find out the other party by yourself. This kind of low-level demon will not hide himself at all, and then you will take advantage of the moon Hei Killing Night, the wind is high and the sky is on fire, go and send him back to hell. Oh, don't forget to bring the kerosene lamp I gave you last time."
Wang Xu replied: "How dare you mention that lamp... Do you think I don't know that you have tampered with it? The light is green only for humans to see, and any race with a different spiritual consciousness than humans will see it as extremely dazzling and weird. Color, and thus attracted.”
Master Mao said: "Well... your growth is indeed not small, you can already see through the ability of the spirit weapon, but I am a little surprised that you can completely master the seventy-two tactics of subduing demons in a short period of time."
"How do you know the name..."
"My understanding of Guigu Taoism is deeper than you imagine..."
…
At this moment, in a small wooden house on the outskirts of London.
A ragged beggar was tied to a chair, his mouth was stuffed with a towel, his throat could only make a whining sound, and his eyes looked terrified.
Another man wearing glasses moved a chair and sat across from him: "Hey hey hey... don't be afraid, I am your savior, you should remember that your friend Severed Finger John tried to kill you. "
The beggar looked at the man in front of him suspiciously, and groaned for a long time but couldn't utter a clear tone.
"Hey... I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but unfortunately, I can't answer, so I won't give you a chance to ask questions, you just need to know one thing, you are lucky, at least better than your friend John Much luckier…”
During the conversation, the door of the cabin was pushed open, and the beggar sat facing the door, so he could see who was coming. He was so frightened that he shrunk his neck and struggled hard, but it was all useless. The legs remained motionless as if nailed to the ground.
It was John who walked in. He didn't even look at the beggar, but stared at the man wearing glasses: "Woody... so you are against me..."
"Hey hey... Meg..." Woody said without looking back, "When... did I allow you, a bitch, to call me by my name? Do you deserve it?"
The cold sweat of John with severed fingers soaked the skirt of his clothes in an instant: "I... I'm sorry... Master Woody." Although her mouth was soft, her eyes were full of hatred and anger.
Woody said: "I know your plan, but during this period of time, Satan has a clear prohibition that supernatural murders must not occur in the city of London. I thought that Satan's voice had spread to every corner of hell." Corner, isn't it?"
The other party didn't answer him, and a thick black smoke gushed out from the seven holes of John Severed Finger, and went straight into the ground.
Woody sneered: "Huh... run away? Stupid."
In a corner of the cabin, another figure suddenly appeared. He seemed to be standing there at first, but no one could notice.
Vincent still had a smile on his face: "Meg's life is exhausted, there is no need for us to catch her."
"Hey hey... Did Satan give you a message?"
"You don't need to worry about how I know this. In short, we should almost go back to hell. Simon left yesterday. In the next two months, only a few of the most senior and most insensitive people will be left in the entire city of London." Death guards, they are guys who have already assimilated with the list... "
"Hey... is that right, the show is about to begin, but it's a pity that we can't watch... that Mr. Jack's wonderful performance up close."
"Hmph... Even the heavens have withdrawn their influence, and this city is already the darkest place in the human world... This show, I am afraid only those mortals will be lucky enough to witness it."
Woody grinned lewdly. He looked back at the beggar who was tied to the chair. Judging from his expression at the moment, he probably wasn't far from a mental breakdown.
Woody put his hand on his forehead: "Did you hear that? You are the audience of this show, so enviable, hehe... Hahaha!"
Accompanied by chilling laughter, the beggar lost consciousness and the memory of three days and three nights.