Chapter 6 Research on Blood Characters (I)

Author: Magic Melon

Chapter 6 Research on Blood Characters (I)

There are so many people patrolling here, it is obvious that this is the scene of the crime, and the body of the wife of the church deacon who was tortured was just around the corner of the street 20 meters away.

The entire security team sacked the boss's strength to block the place to avoid damaging the scene. This guy who came out of nowhere actually smoked here!!!

The sheriff Dongdongdong took a few steps to Sherlock, and after confirming that the other party did not have any signs related to the church or nobles, he naturally regarded him as a entourage in the carriage.

He was nearly three meters tall under his mansion and looked at the other party fiercely: "You! Exhaust the cigarette immediately!"

The robotic arm cannot complete the fine operation of "pulling the cigarette off", but the guy's tone is not about pulling the cigarette, but rather about pulling the other person's head and the cigarette off.

"Don't be so nervous, brother, smoking a cigarette can't destroy anything at all." Sherlock raised his head and waved his hand calmly:

"Even if it can be destroyed, you all sprayed steam iron sheets nearby for several hours, and what should be destroyed has been almost destroyed."

"Uh——" the security officer's tone stopped.

The exhaust pipes behind the armor are still very good at picking out the "shesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshe

As a sheriff, he often does 'assisting small demons' or 'escorting church members'. He is really not that good at protecting crime scenes.

Turning back, he saw Miss Catherine standing not far away. At this distance, the conversation between each other must be heard clearly.

A sense of embarrassment rushed straight into his forehead.

He undoubtedly admired Miss Catherine, or, as long as he knew something about this judgement nun, most of the men would be attracted to him.

Young, beautiful, pious, heroic, well-educated, excellent family background and bloodline, and all kinds of virtues can be found in her. What is even more commendable is that she is also a contractor who has reached the second stage.

This natural gap makes countless admiration dare not turn into admiration, and can only disguise itself as a kind of male worship of the strong.

This made the sheriff even more angry! But he still forcibly showed some knightly qualities and gritted his teeth:

"Get out of here as fast as possible, civilians! This is not the place you should stay!"

Not finished speaking

"He can't leave yet." Catherine spoke for the first time after she got here.

The sheriff looked back in shock.

The blurry and soft face under the light made him dazed for a moment, and he was a little confused about what he had heard:

"Although it's incredible, from now on, this guy is the main person in charge of this murder."

The sheriff looked at the beautiful woman under the light in confusion, lowered her head again, and looked at Sherlock who was still calm and calmly smoking a cigarette.

He knew that Miss Catherine would bring back a capable and powerful man who could solve the case this time, but he did not expect that he would be such an inconspicuous civilian.

He could not guess the reason for this, so he could only stand there and be stunned for a few seconds;

but

He seemed to be able to feel that Miss Catherine had no good feelings for the civilian, nor did she have any respect at all, which made the young sheriff feel much more comfortable.

"Sorry." He hid his resistance: "What should I call you?"

"Sherlock Private Detective."

"Okay, Mr. Detective." He didn't call the other party's name, nor did he report his own name. He just continued in a very straightforward manner:

"Since that's the case, you should know the nature of this incident, so before you see the body, you need to swear to the God of Order and not expose all the details of this case to anyone, including your closest relatives and most beloved."

He skillfully wrote out a long list of vows, but the general content was only one: to rot this matter in his intestines!

Sherlock had long expected such a procedure, and for people in the upper city, civilians generally have no credibility.

He himself also understands this view. After all, most people in the Xiacheng District are busy working for their livelihoods, and their reputation is really worthless.

So he followed the other party to read the oath without hesitation.

After the oath was finished, there was a light sound, and a thin black card as long as a thumb popped up in the position of the sheriff's armored arm.

This is a miniature phonograph record that records the oaths just read; and all the oaths will be sent to the Inquisition of the Church. If someone violates them, then there will be deacons who want to and judge them.

Under the church, the oath cannot be illusory. You can just hang up three fingers and make a fool of yourself. If you violate it, you won’t be joking with thunder.

Instead, there are records, entities, and there are constraints that truly have punishment effects.

Of course, the Inquisition would not really take every vow seriously. In their words, the Holy Light would not pay attention to those irrelevant people.

Therefore, the Inquisition never takes the initiative to investigate someone. This institution is completely independent of the social system. Even a mayor, general, or even an imperial emperor or a pope who wants to investigate a person and check his oath, he needs to submit absolutely reasonable and necessary reasons.

The sheriff handed the newly generated oath to a subordinate, turned around and signaled Sherlock to follow.

Within a few steps, just where the light of the gas lamp cannot shine, a deep alley is quietly hidden in the shadows.

At the junction of light and darkness, several men in priest robes stood piously and humbly, their heads slightly lowered, and their hands were holding brass pendants engraved with divine Scriptures, and kept reciting rhythmically.

In front of these people, there was a tall middle-aged man, nearly two meters tall, without hair, but very dense beard. The robe on his body was mainly blue, but there was a wide and abrupt blood-red notice extending from the neckline to the hem. When the night wind blew, the robe swayed gently, and from time to time outlined the exaggerated muscle contour under the robe that was not like a human.

This outfit shows that this person is the executive officer of the Judgment Department!

Under the church, the purest executor of violence.

Unlike the Legion of the Holy Church along the Redk Strait, these people focused on the purge of the empire: those who forsaken the oath, rebels, those who blasphemed the Holy Light, and those who committed unforgivable sins, etc.

They have the cruelest torture, the bloodiest means, the most rigorous execution, the weapons comparable to the Saint Legion, and the authority over the imperial law. They have almost everything, but they have no kindness.

Therefore, in the eyes of most imperial citizens, these guys wearing blood-colored notices are even more terrifying than demons.
Chapter completed!