London Police Headquarters, Fifth Floor, Commissioner's Office.

Lestrade, as the most senior officer of the London Police, bowed his head slightly in humility at this moment, trying desperately to show the respect in his smile, but as he usually did not smile, it made his expression look more like a strange tic.

Facing the short old man on the sofa, he hesitated for a long time, glancing at the clock on the wall with its afterglow, before finally speaking:

"Lord Priest, Scotland Yard has been extended four times, the corridors and staircases are in disarray, will Miss Catherine......"be lost?

He didn't dare to say the word "lost" as it might be misinterpreted as being a wanderer or having a bad brain.

The old man in front of him obviously didn't care, he just smiled and waved his hand, "Don't worry, it should be here soon.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door to the office was pushed open and the young woman in the eccentric nun's outfit walked in;

Her long black hair was tied at the back of her neck, and her eyebrows were sharp, giving her a natural air of pride and coldness that did not match her age.

And at this moment, that face was even more obviously angry...... looking at Chief Lestrade apprehensively.

"Something come up?" the old man on the couch stood up and inquired.

"Nothing, just ran into an uneducated asshole."Catherine closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying hard to quell the fire in her heart.

The director's heart was pounding as he secretly cursed the entire police station.

Of course, he had already instructed that the person he would receive today was a big shot, and that he should be polite when he saw unknown faces, so how could there be people who didn't have a brain!

"I promise that those who have offended the sanctity of the Church Court will receive the harshest punishment!" he said hastily.

Catherine shook her head, not wanting to dwell on the matter, looked sideways at the director, and said seriously, "Has the candidate been found?"

The director's smile froze, so embarrassed that he didn't shout out, "Ms. Catherine, although I am the chief of the London Police Department, but your request...... is also too difficult.".

......

In fact, originally is not a big deal, only in the old city suddenly appeared a perverted homicidal maniac, within half a month brutally abused and killed12 women, each of them were madly violated after the amputation of limbs, bloodletting, entrails are torn out of the chopping and scattered all over the place.

That's all.

In this era of "hell" invading the realm of reality, demons running around, walking at night could crunch a dead body, it is really hard to attract enough attention to a serial killer.

But the bad thing is, this guy seems to kill and kill, just kill high ...../ He is no longer satisfied with the downtown area.

He is no longer satisfied with committing crimes in the downtown area, he turned to the uptown area, and last night he abused and killed a beautiful lady.

In fact, if it was just a resident of the upper city, it would be nothing, at most it would be to raise the bounty a little higher, but good luck, this victim of the upper city...... is the wife of an executive officer of the Holy See!

This is a big deal!

As we all know, after the Gates of Hell were opened, the Holy See became the only hope for the continuation of the human race. Whether it was the churches built in the urban areas, the tens of thousands of fanatical war mongers in the south who used their flesh and blood to defend themselves against the invasion of the evil demons, or the omnipresent [Holy Light], all of them were the last support for the human race to survive on the brink of extinction.

The Holy See is sacred and inviolable.

At a time when children could not recognize words and their world view had not yet taken shape, this passage was already rotten in their young hearts, as if the sun rose and the moon set, a kind of established rule of this world.

"I don't care what method you use," the woman's face was grim, "Someone has killed the relatives of a member of the Order, this is a blasphemy against the Holy Light, and within24 hours, the murderer must be found.

"But, but you only gave me one slot, and that's..."Director Lestrade mustered the courage to explain, but hastily swallowed the rest of his words when he saw the slight frown between Miss Catherine's brows.

It can't be helped, an executive's wife being slaughtered is far more terrible than the Mayor of London's fondness for sun dogs, and if it spreads, it would tarnish the supreme authority of the Holy See.

So this matter must be resolved as quickly as possible, and the fewer people know, the better!

But......

Isn't it a stretch of the imagination that someone investigating a serial killer would have to catch the killer within24 hours??

Unless......

Unless!!!

Chief Lestrade gulped, extremely helpless and disturbed as a name came to mind.

The moment the thought occurred......

"Huh? Could it be that Your Excellency is thinking of someone?"

The short old man in front of him suddenly spoke, his gray pupils lifeless under a pair of drooping eyelids.

The director didn't even know what was wrong with him and unconsciously nodded, "Yes, if there's anyone who can do it, it's him."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he snapped out of it as if he had just woken up in a cold sweat, and when he looked at the little old man in front of him who had been smiling all along, his original respect was replaced by a hidden fear.

This passage was definitely not spoken by his own will.

Rather, it was driven by some kind of power from the abyss......

So this priest-sama was not only a contractor, but had also evolved to the second level?

"Is there finally a candidate?" asked Miss Catherine.

Director Lestrade clenched his hands, sweat had long since seeped out between his fingers, he knew there was no point in hiding it at this point, he could only reply apprehensively, "Yes, there is that one candidate, a......private detective ......".

......

Ten minutes later, in the middle of the police station cell.

The old gas lamps rattled, reflecting a dim light in the humidity.

Several policemen were struggling to carry a huge suitcase dripping with blood, and if it weren't for the strange writhing that came out of it from time to time, no one would dare believe that there was even a person stuffed inside.

According to the laws of the Empire, death row inmates had no civil rights, so even if they were treated even more harshly, there was no place to talk about it.

After all, these people were already being escorted to the penal colony.

But......But that's a little too dark.

"Prickle ----"

The zipper of the suitcase was unzipped and an eerie sound of bones rubbing against each other came out, followed by the wheezing sound of lungs finally getting some relief.

There were no screams or cries for help, just the tiniest of pitiful moans as the man slowly 'dripped' out like a puddle of mud.

In front of the box, the short old man in the robes was stunned, and then he looked at the police officers on the side, realizing that they were all looking sideways, not daring to look at the man sprawled on the ground.

"That Mr. Detective you speak of....Does he do this every time?"

One of the constables nodded tentatively.

"Yes, Lord Priest, in his words....It is easier to escort prisoners this way."

Meanwhile, on the third floor of the police station, Commissioner Lestrade and Miss Catherine stood in the doorway of the lounge.

The Chief pointed to a sofa where a man in a trench coat, with a slender figure, was sitting, reading sleepily with a book in his hand, like one of those downtrodden aristocrats who have lost all interest in life.

"This is the man......" the director said modestly.

Before the words left his mouth, he suddenly noticed the look on the lady beside him:

"Uh......Ms. Catherine, your face ......don't seem well."