Chapter 3: One Detective

London Police Headquarters, fifth ground, Chief’s Workplace.

Because the highest-ranking official of the London Police Division, Chief Lestrade was at present decreasing his head humbly, attempting his greatest to show respect in his smile. Nonetheless, as a consequence of his traditional lack of humor, his expression appeared extra like a peculiar twitch.

Dealing with the diminutive previous man on the sofa, he hesitated for some time, glancing on the clock on the wall out of the nook of his eye. Lastly, he spoke up:

“Your Excellency, Scotland Yard has undergone 4 expansions already. The corridors and stairs are in disarray. Miss Catherine, will she… get misplaced?”

He did not dare to utter the phrases “get misplaced” as that could possibly be misinterpreted as being directionally challenged or mentally incapable.

The previous man in entrance of him clearly did not care about such issues. He merely smiled and waved his hand dismissively, saying, “Don’t be concerned, she needs to be arriving quickly.”

Certain sufficient, a couple of minutes later, the workplace door was pushed open, and the younger lady wearing peculiar nun apparel walked in.

Her jet-black hair was tied up behind her neck, and her eyebrows and eyes have been sharp, naturally exuding a way of pleasure and severity that did not match her age.

At this second, her face revealed clear anger, making Chief Lestrade really feel uneasy.

“What occurred?” the previous man on the sofa stood up and requested.

“Nothing, simply encountered an ill-mannered bastard,” Katherine closed her eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to suppress the anger in her coronary heart.

Chief Lestrade’s coronary heart sank, mentally scolding everybody in all the police station from prime to backside.

He had clearly given directions that they have been receiving an essential particular person in the present day, and they need to be well mannered to unfamiliar faces. How may somebody nonetheless be so brainless!

“I guarantee you, anybody who offends the sanctity of the Church will face the severest punishment!” he hurriedly mentioned.

Katherine shook her head, not eager to dwell on the matter any longer. She turned to the Chief and mentioned critically, “Have you ever discovered the suspect?”

The Chief’s smile froze, and he was in a precarious state of affairs, on the verge of tears. “Miss Katherine, I’m the Chief of the London Police Division, however your request… is simply too tough.”

…

In actual fact, it wasn’t a serious subject to start with. It was simply {that a} serial killer abruptly emerged within the previous metropolis district, brutally slaughtering twelve ladies within the span of two weeks. Every sufferer was subjected to heinous acts of violence, dismemberment, bloodletting, and the tearing aside of inside organs, leaving a ugly scene.

That was all.

In an period the place “Hell” invaded the true aircraft, demons roamed in all places, and strolling on the streets at evening may end in immediate dying, it was tough to garner sufficient consideration for a serial killer.

Nonetheless, the issue lay in the truth that this particular person appeared to have turn out to be hooked on killing…

“Has somebody lastly been chosen?” Miss Katherine requested.

Director Leistride clenched his palms, sweat trickling by means of his fingers. He knew that there was no level in concealing the reality any longer. He may solely nervously reply, “Sure, there may be somebody chosen… a personal detective…”

…

A number of minutes later, inside the police station’s holding cell.

An previous fuel lamp sizzled, casting a dim gentle within the dampness.

A number of officers struggled to hold a big bloodstained suitcase, and if it weren’t for the occasional eerie motion emanating from inside, nobody would imagine that an individual was crammed inside.

The person’s pelvic bone had been shattered, their legs twisted in an unimaginable method and forcefully introduced as much as their chest. Ribs have been doubtless damaged, shoulders dislocated, and the tendons of their elbows torn aside, resembling two strands of hemp rope, cruelly tied beneath their neck.

Briefly, a residing particular person had been compressed right into a lump of flesh, and what was much more horrifying was that this particular person was nonetheless alive.

Based on the Empire’s legal guidelines, dying row inmates had no civil rights, so even when they have been handled roughly, there was no recourse for criticism.

In spite of everything, these individuals have been already destined for the execution floor.

However… however this was nonetheless too merciless.

“Zip–“

The suitcase’s zipper was opened, and the sound of bones rubbing in opposition to one another despatched shivers down their spines, adopted by the gasping breath of lungs lastly increasing.

No screams for assist, solely the faintest depressing moans. The particular person, like a pile of mud, oozed out slowly.

The robed, small aged man in entrance of the suitcase froze, then seemed on the cops beside him, solely to search out them averting their gaze, unable to have a look at the particular person sprawled on the bottom.

“Does your detective all the time arrive like this?” one officer timidly nodded.

“Sure, Your Excellency, in keeping with him… it is extra handy to move prisoners this manner.”

In the meantime, on the third ground of the police station, Director Leistride and Miss Katherine stood on the entrance of the lounge.

The director pointed to a sofa, the place a person was sitting. He wore a trench coat, had a lean determine, and held a e-book in his hand, seemingly studying with half-closed eyes, like a fallen noble who had misplaced all curiosity in life.

“It is this particular person…” humbly said the director.

Earlier than he completed talking, he abruptly seen the expression on the girl’s face.

“Um… Miss Katherine, your complexion… does not appear too good.”