The shooting angle of the black and white photo is a little oblique. The photographer seems to be squatting behind the wall to take the shot. Donald rotates the photo to adjust to a normal angle of view.

Under a new moon, a monster with a height of two meters or more was standing on the stepped platform next to the river, with both hands... it should be said that it was a strange pair of claws pinching someone in the air, shooting When the time is right to capture the state of the liquid flowing from the person's feet.

Donald carefully observed every detail in the photo. In his previous life, he had seen too many specious rumors, a water monster in a certain pond, a savage in a certain frame, and those who discovered that they were all serious and hard to tell. distinguish.

So is there any technology for photo falsification in this era?

Under the premise that demons do exist, are the existence of these monsters for granted?

"In 1808 of the imperial calendar, several floating corpses appeared in the urban river of Preston, North Harkshire. The cause of death of the deceased was excessive blood loss caused by broken bodies. It was rumored that monsters wounded people, and the case caused extremely bad social impact. , the Preston Police Department was ordered to solve the case within five days."

Sherlock appeared behind him, and the sudden sound shocked Donald, who was attentive. After showing his existence, Sherlock continued:

"Three days later, the case was solved. The murderer was a group of thugs. They were looking for a target beside the city's river. They beat the target to death with weapons such as iron rods and hammers, and then threw them into the river, disguising the phenomenon of monsters killing people, in an attempt to blur public view."

"What about this photo?"

"This is a photo I got from a special channel. I heard that the clearest photo was bought and collected by a rich man. There is no doubt about its authenticity. The monster in the photo does exist. As for the external remarks, it is only the government I just don’t want people to be exposed to this kind of stuff.”

He took the photo from Donald's hand and put it back into the file bag. He picked up a file bag next to him and pointed to the text on it:

"In the case of shredded corpses on the roof, the deceased was found in the attic of an abandoned house. All the doors and windows of the house were tightly locked, only one skylight on the top floor was open, and the five-meter-high mud wall had no tools to climb on. Traces, how did the murderer drag the three deceased to the roof skylight and then shred the corpse on the roof?"

From beginning to end, Donald stood by the table and watched Sherlock pick up and put down documents one by one. There were nearly ten cases in total. The scattered information on this table turned out to be all special cases, and there was not one in his description. The case is not surprising, either because the modus operandi is beyond human ability, or because some special traces found in the detection of the case are fascinating.

"Are these cases repeated?"

"Huh? Isn't it time for you to ask why I have to be fed up to collect information on these cases? These are all finalized cases, and the earliest ones were more than ten years ago."

Looking at Donald with great interest, this assistant seemed to have a different focus from ordinary people, which aroused Sherlock's curiosity.

"You should collect information on these special cases to prove the existence of monsters like the one in this photo. If the police department just excuses the case with excuses, and these monsters do exist, there is no reason for them not to continue committing crimes."

Donald thought that Sherlock was dissatisfied with the perfunctory attitude of the police department to collect data, and continued on the principle that the boss is God.

"You underestimate the police station in Preston City and the special forces that guard the city. They are far more powerful than ordinary people imagine. These cases are covered up by the truth after they are solved."

"Then you still..."

"What else are you collecting these case materials for? It's a secret, and I won't answer you."

Smacking his lips, what else can Donald say, as long as the boss is happy.

Holding the desk with one hand, Sherlock handed over the contract between the two parties, and Donald had no idea of ​​asking. He was not interested in these so-called supernatural special cases. After all, what was happening to him was more serious than these long-term events One and a half star.

It's hard to protect yourself, so how can you have the time to take care of others.

The contract simply lists the job content and salary issues. What is more important are the three precautions at the end of the contract.

1. Do not enter the second floor area without the permission of the employer.

2. Without the permission of the employer, do not disclose any information in the firm to others (including the employer's family).

3. During the period of working abroad, take the employer's instruction as the first action criterion, and prohibit any private action.

"If you have no opinion, then sign below, and work will officially start tomorrow, and declare in advance that this contract is entirely of your own accord. I will give you a weekly salary of 1 gold pound, so that the work you do is in line with this price."

"Then what if there is a job content that exceeds this 1 gold pound?"

He pointed to the file bag on the table next to him. Sherlock, a private detective, was somewhat unprofessional in Donald's eyes. He always felt that Sherlock would be involved in some strange incidents in the future because of Sherlock's hobby for this type of special case.

"Add money."

Raising his eyebrows and answering in a simple and effective way, Donald signed his name on the contract without hesitation.

It's nice to be rich!

"I'll go first, see you tomorrow morning."

After signing the contract, Donald couldn't wait to leave. He still had a lot of things to do.

"Please, it's your break time, remember to close the door when you go out."

Sherlock sat cross-legged on the sofa beside the road, raised his chin slightly, put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and stopped communicating with Donald.

Leaving the Swift Detective Agency, it was only 12 o'clock. Donald found a restaurant on Gesang Street, ordered a noodle, and reached out to take the book wrapped in parchment in the cloth bag. Going back, I turned to a newspaper for June 13.

The things that were valued by the predecessors who had joined the cult at that time were even rewarded with a summoning circle. No matter how you thought about it, it would not be a normal thing, so the standard Donald looked for in the newspapers was very simple: robbery, theft, kidnapping. .....

Looking for something bad is always right.

However, what Donald didn't expect was that he underestimated the crime rate of this era. On June 13 alone, there were three thefts recorded in the newspapers, one of which was injured, and one more in the east of the city. In the case of robbery and murder, it was only after a closer look that the deceased died two days ago, so it should have nothing to do with Donald.

"It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. There are so many reports in the newspapers. What if the actions at the time were sufficiently secretive, or the incident was not reported due to other reasons?"

When he really started to do it, Donald realized that things were not as simple as he thought.

It's too difficult to figure out what happened at that time just based on an important thing in the diary and a vague date.

Lunch was placed on the table, a simple plate of noodles, just sprinkled with some powder and sauce.

The next second he entered, Donald began to miss the white rice and the shredded pork noodle soup he had left over. He didn't know if there was such a thing in this era.

The light in front of the table dimmed, and someone took the seat in front of him. Donald remembered that the dining table around him was empty when he came in. He looked up and saw an acquaintance.

"Donald, did your ceremony succeed?"

The visitor couldn't wait to inquire about the situation of the Demon Subduing Ceremony. He knew that Donald had prepared this magic circle some time ago.

"Ronan, what about you? Have you succeeded?"

That's right, the person in front of me is the one who introduced Donald into the cult, Ronan!

He had appeared in a dream before, but now he looks extremely haggard, with heavy eye bags and pus-filled pimples on his face, proving that he may have not had a real rest for a while.

Simple observation, Donald didn't answer his words immediately, this was to buy time to think.

"I...I haven't tried it yet, you know, Roy's accident some time ago was very sad, he couldn't bear the gift of God, it's a pity..."

According to the content of the dream, Ronan mentioned the reward at that time. UU reading www.uukanshu.com and the predecessor obtained the magic circle. Not surprisingly, Ronan also obtained this ritual magic circle. I want to wait for someone else to try it out first.

I'm afraid this Roy is one of the losers. Write down this name.

"I succeeded. You can try it out with confidence. After all, you have been preparing for so long, haven't you?"

Donald put down the iron fork in his hand and moved the noodles with sauce away from his nose. He wanted to confirm one thing. The bad smell he smelled came from Ronan.

Like the previous self, this person in front of him is also preparing to perform the demon-subduing ceremony.

Did you really succeed? The sewer ritual doesn't look like receiving some kind of gift, but Donald can't say he failed because he's still alive, alive with nothing, there are only two possibilities, or he hasn't done it yet. Demon-subduing ceremony, or he has succeeded.

And only by telling Ronan that he has succeeded will he reveal some key information. Just like we like to ask some experienced people some professional questions, it is not that we do not know, but we just want to gain confidence from other people's experiences. Ronan even more hoped that someone could give him advice on such matters concerning his life and wealth.

"Have you succeeded? What ability have you acquired, please, tell me, I've been driven crazy these days. The four of us, Roy and Jos, were unable to withstand God's gift. It stands to reason that I Shouldn't try this again, but I can't help it, the reward we spent so long and hard to get... In fact, if I hadn't passed this restaurant today and saw you, in a few days I would have Going to fight."

Hearing Donald's success, Ronan's eyes could not hide the envy and yearning.

God's gift...