Chapter 368 Investigation Interrupted

In the interrogating extermination soldier's field of vision, the cultist in front of him suddenly began to twitch and convulse, and his hideous and ugly head shook wildly, as if he was going crazy.

Some cultists who still had multiple facets of the deformed ones had their eyes spinning strangely and unreasonably fast, and the mottled bloodshot in the corners of their eyes spread like red blood towards the pupils under the high-speed rotation.

This pair of crystal-like eyeballs seemed to be the gears of some alien machinery, spinning rapidly to activate the explosion switch in the skull.

It was also like a weird reverse clock, with the blood-red hour hand, minute hand and second hand spinning rapidly, announcing the arrival of the end.

Bang——

The extermination soldiers wearing the latest model of noon steel armor could not actually receive audio information from the outside world, but when they saw the head in front of them suddenly explode, their heads could not help but add the sound effect of the explosion... Wait, is this bang really just our own imagination? Or did this explosion penetrate the protection of the Noon Steel Helmet and directly enter our brains? ? ?

The dark scarlet splashed in an instant, and the thick blood that was still steaming mixed with broken bone fragments splashed on the goggles of the Noon Steel Helmet, and slowly slid down stickily.

The extermination soldiers seemed to be able to smell the strong bloody smell close at hand, but the experimental model of the Noon Steel Helmet also has the function of breathing filtration, and they should not be able to smell any abnormal smell... Is it our illusion again? Or can the taste of the blood of these monsters also penetrate directly into our brains? ? ?

Some extermination soldiers who should be accustomed to the tragic killings on the battlefield suddenly couldn't control their nausea and disgust at this moment, as if some slippery reptiles drilled into their mouths and noses along the imaginary bloody smell, crawling between their nasal cavity and esophagus. They couldn't help but feel a vicious retching feeling, and almost vomited this morning's breakfast inside the helmet.

Some of the elite extermination soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles felt inexplicably horrified, as if they had returned to the first time they stepped onto the battlefield, looking at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and instinctively trembled.

"Please don't panic, everything is under our control." A familiar voice sounded in the 17 interrogation rooms, the voice was gentle and calm, and it seemed to be able to soothe the restlessness and anxiety in the hearts of the soldiers.

"Please stay in the interrogation room for the time being. Next, we will start the micro-light purification process to dispel the possible taboo influence on your armor. Please wait patiently."

Holmes put away the microphone and ordered others to strictly guard the door of the interrogation room, waiting for 72 hours of isolation without abnormal conditions, and then release the 17 extermination soldiers.

"Alas~ another wasted effort." Spencer on the side said dejectedly: "Didn't the R&D department say that illuminating the interrogation room and the steel shackles in the morning can basically prevent low-level cultists from performing forbidden invisible arts? How come they can still blow themselves up so easily now?"

"The clues that we have been following with great difficulty have been interrupted again...the investigation has been interrupted again."

The clues of Bath Arms Company seem to have been cut off. The heads of the seventeen suspected cultists have been shattered into bloody and fleshy residues on the ground. The news of their confessions before death is also difficult to distinguish between true and false. The investigation seems to have reached a deadlock again.

But the female detective looked at the different versions of the testimony on the table, and her pair of light gray eyes like ice bloomed with a strong light of wisdom, and her cold thin lips raised a slight arc.

"No, Spencer and I have the opposite opinion."

"The investigation has only officially begun now."

The female detective spread out the testimony paper on the table. In addition to those testimonies that were not sure whether they were true or false, there were also twelve sketches of Nelobax's current appearance.

There are subtle differences in the details of Nellobax's facial features in each sketch, such as whether the corners of the eyes are raised or lowered, whether the nose is high or collapsed, whether the lips are thick or thin, and whether the ears are large or small - no one drawing is exactly the same.

Ten of these sketches were drawn by Holmes based on the description of the cultists just now, one was drawn based on the description of the lawyer who assisted Nellobax in obtaining the qualifications of the weapons company at that time, and one was drawn based on the description of other ordinary employees in the Bath Arms Company.

The facial features of Nellobax in these twelve portraits are slightly different from those of Nellobax during the Crossroads Hospital period - it is obvious that Nellobax or the professor has the ability to change people's appearance.

'How many lies are there in the contents of these seventeen testimonies, and are there any truths hidden in them? '

The female detective hopes that the contents of these seventeen testimonies are all forged lies, so at least she can eliminate seventeen possibilities - the investigation has not failed, but seventeen wrong directions have been eliminated.

But based on her understanding of the professor, this elusive criminal will definitely not just forge seventeen false testimonies so easily.

Since the other party called these horrific cases a game, there must be some kind of mischievous mentality in his heart, just like the fake Anna was used to confuse her sight, distract her attention, and test her morality in the Crossroads eradication incident.

"In other words, there is a very likely hidden clue in these 17 testimonies."

"Just like the professor used the fake Anna to predict the disappearance of my real Anna, he probably also hides the real clue in this pile of false information, like a puzzle thrown in the garbage dump, waiting for us to dig it out."

"If we just ignore it, then he can make fun of us directly by saying, 'The clues are already hidden in the testimonies of those rubbish, and you didn't even find it?! It's really disappointing! ’, to satisfy his wicked sense of humor.”

The female detective focused her attention on the pile of contradictory testimonies and thought to herself: "So where are the real clues hidden?"

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So far, the murderer of the Whitechapel Massacre is still missing. The so-called Jack the Ripper seems to be an elusive ghost who comes and goes without leaving any trace.

But since the other party frequently commits crimes in the Whitechapel area, it proves that there must be something that the other party is looking for and desires near Whitechapel.

The Wakefield investigator in charge of the main investigation has laid a dragnet near Whitechapel, and even transferred several female death row inmates from the prison, asking them to dress up as prostitutes and wander around the nearby streets and alleys soliciting customers. .

"You only need to pretend to be a prostitute for a month, and we will apply to the court to pardon your crime. Then you can regain your freedom!"

Under the temptation of freedom, a group of female death row prisoners frantically signed up to participate in this atonement plan, which may have been thought up by a perverted master.

Due to the closed information in the prison, they have no idea what changes have taken place in the outside world recently, and they are even less aware of the murders in the Whitechapel area - otherwise they would probably not agree to this dangerous and humiliating job.

Even if they have been sentenced to death, at least they can live a peaceful life for a while before the sentence comes, and they can die peacefully - even if it is a painful hanging, it is better than being disemboweled!

But these ignorant female death row prisoners did not know this. They just happily put on fancy clothes, laughed and cursed in the deep alleys full of blood and garbage, and vented their impending recovery on those dirty but strong men. The joy and happiness of freedom, and you can also make some pocket money while being happy!

But what makes them feel strange is that every customer who comes to the door will lament their courage afterwards, but when they continue to ask, they all tacitly refuse to mention it.

"Forget it, anyway, as long as we hold on for another twenty days, it will be fine... Oh, by the way, those gentlemen won't allow us to discuss this matter outside, right?!" A man who was convicted of murder and The female death row inmate for robbery boldly patted her swollen chest and said: "I won't talk about it anymore. I happened to meet a generous prostitute today. I'll treat all the sisters to a drink later!!!"

“Thank you, Sister Susan!!!”

The Wakefield investigator, who was hiding in the darkness, looked at the cheering prostitutes in the streets with only indifference in his eyes.

As long as Jack the Ripper can be arrested, it doesn't matter if they sacrifice the lives of this group of criminals who deserve to die. It is their highest honor that they can contribute to the national security of Great Britain in the last days of their lives. !

At this time, there are only three days left before the seven-day carnival deadline for the professor's letter.

The investigation work of the Anti-Suppression Bureau still has not made substantial progress.

A certain instigator behind the scenes has already boarded a luxury cruise ship and set foot on the continent of Europa, heading to the real tomb of the Shadowless Kings.