Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 6 What Did You See?

Old calendar April 1588, 4, evening.

The rain began to patter.

It was getting dark when the sheriff arrived.

Seeing the two people walking into the office, Rhodes greeted them.

"Welcome, Investigator John, I really didn't expect us to meet again so soon." Rhodes said with a smile.

John's complexion was not very good, his new leather shoes were covered with mud, a sudden heavy rain ruined his good mood, and the appearance of a dead body in the Thames ruined the date he had prepared for a week.

This date is to apologize to his rich girlfriend. He has been too short of money recently, so he can only find a way to coax his girlfriend well.

What was even worse was that he was scolded by the director in the afternoon, because York Street was under his jurisdiction, and all bonuses would be deducted if demons appeared within his jurisdiction and were not dealt with in a timely manner.

The bad luck made him wonder for a while whether he was being entangled by some demon representing bad luck.

"Is there a corpse floating in the Thames River beside the slaughterhouse?" John asked in a very impatient tone.

Rhodes didn't care about John's tone. In this weather, he could have sat by the fireplace drinking hot tea and enjoying a rare leisure time. When he was called out to work, everyone would be in a bad mood.

"Yes." Rhodes nodded.

John looked at the fat man in black uniform behind him. This was one of the sheriffs under him. There was an accident at the slaughterhouse, and he had to wipe the ass of this group of useless waste. It was simply stinky shit.

"Paul, go, take the flashlight, we'll go there!"

"Okay, sir." Paul lifted his pants, and his bucket-like fat figure forced his way through the narrow doorway, which really made things difficult for him.

"I'll take them there, George, you and Will stay here and tell everyone that tonight I will take 1000 crowns from Robert's small coffers to give them extra meals, so that they don't have to worry, and when the matter is investigated, everyone will You can go home." Rhodes said to the tall middle-aged man standing behind him as silent as two bodyguards.

"Okay, little boss."

Rhodes put on his rubber shoes, opened the black umbrella, and walked into the rain with a kerosene lamp.

If the flashlight gets into the water in rainy days, it will be completely useless. Sometimes the kerosene lamp with glass cover that emits black smoke and bad smell is more durable.

In the dim light.

Rhodes took John and Paul to the Thames River next to the slaughterhouse.

Behind the walls of the slaughterhouse made of pale rocks, there is a large area of ​​bushes as tall as a person, and a path paved with bluestone bricks has been opened in the middle.

Most of the workers in the slaughterhouse come here to clean their tools after slaughtering the animals.

Rhodes wiped the rainwater off his face, and at the same time stroked back the black hair sticking to his forehead. The umbrella could no longer stop the rapid rainstorm.

As he walked, he looked at the turbulent Thames in front of him. Because of the heavy rain, the water level had risen a little, and some water had already washed over the bank and spread into the bushes.

Luckily he was wearing galoshes.

It was much worse for John and Paul, whose shoes were completely submerged in the water.

"It's right here, let's look for it." Holding the kerosene lamp, Rhode found the approximate location that the worker had just mentioned.

The three searched for a while, but only found a tree trunk that was broken off. According to the worker, the body was originally hooked by that tree trunk.

"It's probably because the water was too big, and the corpse was washed further downstream. Should we still look for it?" Paul was panting heavily with rain on his face, looking quite embarrassed.

A yellow lazy light ball floated from above his head and poured into Rhodes.

He squatted halfway, the rain soaked his clothes, as if he had been covered with a thick layer of steam mechanical armor, and at the same time, the walking just now brought a great burden to his obese body.

"Idiot, do you think all the bonuses for this year will be deducted!?" John cursed in a low voice. He looked down at his new leather shoes that were completely submerged in the river, and walked downstream along the river bank cursing.

The angry red light ball floated into Rhodes' body.

Paul's face was pale and ugly, but he still gritted his teeth and followed.

Rhodes looked at the two who continued to search one after the other, shrugged, and also followed.

In fact, he didn't need to come here at all, but in the attitude of being responsible to everyone in the slaughterhouse, if these two idiots found the corpse and slandered it was the fault of the employees of the slaughterhouse, if he wasn't there, he would say so. I don't know.

If Robert knew about this kind of thing, that old man might get mad.

The three walked and talked.

Most of the time, it was Rhodes who was talking. John seemed to be preoccupied and kept silent, but Paul, the fat man, seemed to want to build a good relationship with Rhodes, and said a few words from time to time.

"Paul, over there, let the flashlight shine over there." Under the rain, Rhodes seemed to see a floating object entangled in a tree branch, and he motioned for Paul to use the flashlight to shine.

"Okay." Paul's flashlight shone through.

"What is that, it looks like a mouse squatting on a pig's bed?" Paul wiped his face, his vision was a little blurred due to the rapid rain.

He followed Rhodes and John closer, and under the pale cold light of the flashlight, he saw an absurd scene.

A long-haired gray mouse the size of two fists is squatting on a giant female corpse and drifting in the water.

Boom!

Lightning streaked across the sky.

The mouse turned his head when he heard the movement on the river bank.

Paul screamed.

"Paul! What's the matter!?" John turned his head sideways, frowning at the greasy fat man who fell into the puddle. His appearance reminded John of a pile of cow dung that fell into a stinky ditch.

puff!

John took a step forward, and suddenly realized that something seemed to be stepped on under his feet. He looked down, and his whole face became distorted. He really stepped on a pile of loose cow dung softened by water.

"Hey!" Paul gasped.

"Face! The face of that mouse!" Paul pointed at the mouse on the body of the woman in the river with trembling hands. He held a flashlight, trying to illuminate the mouse's turned face clearly.

"Damn it, what the hell did you see!?" John's eyebrows furrowed together, his new shoes were completely ruined.

"A human face." Rhode's low voice rang in John's ear, and the dim light of the kerosene lamp illuminated the situation in the river very steadily.

John saw the mouse's face clearly.

"Damn it! It's a mouse with a human face!" John's complexion changed, and he pulled out a pistol from his waist.

Rhodes reached out and stopped him.

"Wait." He pointed at the female corpse. "If you do this, it will blow up."

John glanced at Rhodes, snorted, and put away the pistol.

He was indeed a little excited just now.

With the appearance of one human-faced mouse, there must be a large number of it nearby.

With the light of the kerosene lamp, John looked at the mouth of the corpse.

Sure enough, he saw the head of a little mouse sticking out there.

In the juvenile human-faced mouse, the head is not fully grown, and its face looks even older.

"Paul, find something to hook it over, if it is washed away again, I will lose this month's salary!" John pointed to the corpse in the river, and turned to the pale face still sitting in the puddle. Paul roared.

Paul was startled, and got up to look for something.

Rhodes stood aside, silent.

His gaze focused on the abdomen of the corpse.

There, a worm hiding on the back of the Rat caught his attention.

Compared to the one-finger-wide worm in Soph's body, this one was obviously two-finger-thick.

Amidst the sound of wind and rain, a scream suddenly came from the direction Paul left not far away.

(End of this chapter)