At that moment, Deacon Bader, who had not experienced any great emotional fluctuations, violently lowered his head and looked at the remains of the detective he was carrying!

This long lost all signs of life of the corpse is like a flesh and blood doll, the eyes do not blink, the mouth did not move, but incomparably bizarre is that it is still self-conscious about the general sound, tone of voice and even some mockery......!

"Following this line of thought, it's also obvious why you took the dead woman's dress away from her. Because the dress was a gift from you to her?Maybe it's the only gift you've given her since you got married......She flaunted it in front of her few friends and only wears it when she meets you?.

Haha, it's the alley you invited her to, isn't it?

An everyday deacon, His Excellency, after many years of marriage, finally invited his wife on a date.

But who would have thought it......Such a woman who should be admired and envied.

To be a lecherous, unchaste......"

"Puff ballast!"A moment.

Deacon Bader violently kicked the corpse's skull with his foot.

This kick was a bit hard, the hardest bones in the human body were crushed by the tremendous force in an instant, and the aftershock exploded the scattered crushed flesh, brain, and bone cinders, splashing crazily all over the wall, causing crackling and popping sounds.

What wasn't quite right, though, was that this kick, which could clearly go through the ground, didn't do much damage to the hut and didn't even shake off the dust.

Deacon Bardell seemed to finally realize something, he put his hand to the back of his neck and there...... touched an extremely unintentional spider silk..

"So......Why kill the women in the lower town?

He did not want to kill his wife in the first place, so he used other impure people to vent his anger?

And why the obsession with cutting all the entrails into four?

I mean, it's not like your wife cheated on you and gave it to four people......You're kind of raining on the parade, trying to divide it equally among everyone who befriended her?

It's really hard to understand sometimes, but you guys who have been psychologically repressed for a long time will always have some strange ideas.

Why was the uterus left behind?"

The detective's voice still echoed from all sides of this apartment, from among the crushed bodies that had been trampled and plastered all over the walls:

"Hiss.....Could it be that there was already another life in her belly?

Did you find it after the dissection, not knowing if that life belonged to you......So, too confused to do it for a moment??

Or do you think it was once loaded with someone else's genetic information, so you find it disgusting and don't want to touch it?

Gosh, it's all conjecture, but that's the way it should be......".

Sherlock's voice was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating, and any hint of exclamation or playful laughter was extraordinarily piercing.

Deacon Bardell lowered his head slightly.......

Though he still didn't say a word, the veins above his thick neck continued to open angrily, and the blood inside seemed to break through the walls of the tube and spew out with considerable fury.

At the same time, his hand also ripped off the spider silk at the back of his neck.......

At that moment, the entire scenery in front of him became blurred, just like paint dissolving and reorganizing itself in water.

The corpse disappeared, the blood also disappeared, everything was restored to the way it was when he had just entered the door.

It turned out that he hadn't moved from that point on.......

Sherlock, at that moment, was still sitting in the middle of the worn patent leather sofa, legs crossed and fingers crossed in his lap.

At his side......

Catherine stood up straight, and the old priestess sat on another couch with a huge, heart-stopping spider crawling beside her.

"I told you the murderer would come to the door himself," Sherlock said with a flourish, as if he didn't feel the suffocating oppression in the air.

But it was as he said, the murderer had stripped and confessed.

The Case......At this point, the truth is already considered clear.

Although there are still many, many doubts......For example, when exactly did Deacon Bardell find out that his wife was cheating on him, did this beautiful woman cheat on him with four men at different times, or did all four come together, and if together, how big of a bed was needed?what position?what frequency is maintained between them?and what was conceived in the womb, whose child was it?

Well, none of that matters, because as I said, sometimes you don't need to know too many details, you just need to know who to catch.

As for why Sherlock could know who the murderer was, it was actually quite easy to explain.

It's because this Deacon Baldur is just a little bit pushy.......

Impatient to the point that every time Sherlock retells his argument, the other person always raises a question at the most crucial point.......

This doesn't fit his persona, as a deacon of the Judgment Division, his job has always been to hunt and judge, this group of law enforcement machines never want anything more than a target, not a reason, and the whole Empire is well aware of this......And as the husband of the deceased, or a devout follower of the Holy See, he should be even more filled with eagerness to find the murderer within 24 hours, and then throw him into the blood prison of the Holy See and abuse him to death!.

But would such a person even pay attention to the details of reasoning in solving a case?

It gave the feeling that it was like taking an exam and asking a classmate at the back table for the answers to the multiple-choice questions, but asking the other person to write down the process of solving each question.

This is too strange, copying multiple-choice questions, of course, just need to know the options is enough ah......

Of course, all of the above is really just from the experience of a detective and his irresponsible hubris and arrogance.

But Sherlock was one of those people who knew exactly that he was right in his assumptions; it was as if he knew exactly how to stuff someone into a suitcase and not worry at all that the person would die instantly.

So the murderer arrived as expected and, with the help of some abyssal forces, was good enough to disguise himself as a murderer with a shroud of holy light.

A perfectly closed case.

......

Err......It didn't seem to be over yet.

The giant spider beside the old priest began to hiss sharply, and Catherine's vision grew darker as the air seemed to thicken.

And on Baader's side, a pitch-black rift was silently torn open.

It was an abyssal rift that could lead to Hell.......

Immediately after that, several huge fangs protruded from the rift, accompanied by a low roar.

......