It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

"Miss Williams, I probably found a clue related to the cult ritual."

Ella was taken aback.

"Please also tell me in detail."

"I've always felt that this worker's parade was a little unnatural, especially before the New Year, so I asked someone to investigate it. Before we knew it, there seemed to be a strange belief at the pier, which was called' The Purists' religious organization. They organized the march."

Ella thought about it, and decided to summon the messenger to tell Kleist this information.

"Let's just stay at this stage of investigation. The enforcers will be here in the next two days. We have no evidence to prove that the 'Pure One' is the man in black I saw in old Mrs. Morris's dream. Take three candles, this time You come to perform the ritual of summoning the messenger."

"I come?"

Old Jack was stunned for a moment, and then burst into ecstasy.It is definitely a very beneficial thing for him to be able to complete a complete magic ceremony in person.His mastery of magic knowledge can definitely be raised to a great level.

He couldn't wait to take out three candles and put them on the table, but at this moment, the bartender led two people dressed as police officers into his office.

"You are Miss Ella Williams... what are you going to do."

Inspector Crawford saw the fat boss setting three candles on the table.

"I'm doing New Year's decorations, officer, what can I do for you? Let me introduce myself, I'm Jack Jekyll, the owner of this bar, and I belong to your special department like that lady."

Jack stopped what he was doing, and took out the badge of the special department of the police station from the cabinet.

"It turns out that we are still colleagues, so it would be easier to say that."

Crawford muttered, then his face became serious.

"Miss Williams, do you know Mr. Morris, the solicitor of Hanbonne Street?"

"Of course, is there any question?"

Inspector Crawford took a serious look at the girl.

"He was found dead in his bedroom this morning."

Lawyer Morris is dead, how is that possible?Ella thought of the gentleman in a tuxedo with a gentle smile yesterday. He discussed with her the living conditions of workers. He also said that he planned to go to Scotland for vacation with his mother after the New Year.That expectant and warm expression was still in this "old man" bar more than ten hours ago.

"Mr. Morris? How could...how did he die? Sudden illness, murdered?"

"Neither, that Mr. Lawyer cut a hole in his forehead with a pistol, and ended his life just like that."

suicide?Ella's face was filled with disbelief, how could this be possible?Would a person with a good family background, a prime career, and about to take his mother on vacation in Scotland choose to commit suicide?It's like a ridiculous black joke.

"The evidence shows that, apart from his mother, you were the last person Lawyer Morris saw yesterday. Miss Williams, you need to go with me to the police station."

"Okay, but let me have a few words with my friend first."

Crawford acquiesced, and Ella went on:

"Mr. Jack, don't worry, just stay here and take care of Mekel and the others for me. Help me contact my lawyer, Mr. Crest. Ling will tell you his contact information. That's it, Mr. Inspector, let's go Bar."

Kleist...lawyer?Jack was taken aback, looked up and saw Ella's eyes, and immediately understood what the girl meant. Ella Williams asked him to continue the ceremony of summoning the messenger and report everything here to Principal Kleist for assistance.This... really doesn't look like a first-year magic apprentice, maybe it's because she has already experienced too many mysterious incidents at this age.

"Looking at the look on Mr. Jack's face, he understands what I mean. I don't have the chance to summon the messenger, let alone write a letter. This matter is definitely not just an ordinary suicide. It is like some kind of omen. Clay must be informed as soon as possible. Professor Ste!"

Thinking about it, Ella looked away, followed Inspector Crawford out of the Brave Bar, and boarded the official black carriage decorated with silver patterns.

It is now noon.

Ella came to the police station, and Inspector Crawford just asked her some simple questions.After careful observation, Ella realized that she had seen this senior inspector. This middle-aged man with a striking beer belly was the one who dispersed the parade yesterday.

After he found Ella's official compilation from the file, he changed his previous seriousness and just followed the procedure and asked her to repeat what happened with Attorney Morris yesterday.

"So he just went to thank you and sent a bottle of red wine? But that lawyer actually sent something like a nine-year-old child, sorry, I shouldn't talk about the dead, since you are a member of the special department, you can go back up."

"How is old Mrs. Morris?"

"Are you talking about Attorney Mr. Morris's mother? She is such a poor person. I heard that Mr. Attorney originally planned to take her to Scotland for vacation? Ever since he found out that his child had committed suicide, his whole mind has become abnormal. , or her neighbor noticed something was wrong and called the police on her behalf, and she is now at Holy Cross Hospital."

Ella leaves the station and decides to visit old Mrs. Morris on Hamborny Street.She paid the coachman a shilling to take her there, and she tipped the rest.

It was a private hospital located on Hanboning Street. The door was open, and Ella smelled the strong smell of disinfectant the moment she walked in.

There were no patients in the hall, and Ella went straight to the service window, a room separated by wooden doors with only a small hole through which to extend an arm.

"Which room is Mrs. Morris in, please?"

"She's -at -311-on-the-third-floor-."

The voice behind the wooden board sounded a bit strange, every word was paused, the tone was flat and without fluctuation, and it was maintained at a frequency like a machine.

Ella's heart trembled, and an indescribable sense of awkwardness filled her entire chest.

"thanks."

She nodded slightly between her eyebrows, but found no obvious abnormality behind the wooden door. With guard, Ella took a few steps back, turned and rushed up the stairs.

Ella was the only one on the wooden steps, and the smell of disinfectant filled the air. Although the weather had turned sunny and it was noon, the hospital was still terribly cold.There was no sunlight, which gave Ella the illusion that she was walking in the corridors of Glamis Castle at night.

She quickly climbed up to the third floor and found the old Mrs. Morris. The poor old man was staring at the ceiling with dull eyes, muttering to herself, but the voice was weak, as if it was impossible to distinguish from a dream.

"Mrs. Morris."

The old man didn't respond, he was still murmuring with his eyes blank.

Ella took a deep breath.

"I am a friend of your son, Mr. Morris, a lawyer. He is an inspector. He definitely did not die of ordinary suicide. Please help me if you don't want to be buried like this."

The old Mrs. Mosley's eyes seemed to fluctuate, and the raving murmur became a little clearer.

"...Pure, Son, Abu...hoth..."

"what?"

"...the pure, the naive, Abhoth..."

The old man struggled to pronounce a few words, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and his pupils began to dilate.

At this moment, a stream of green flames suddenly burst out from all corners of the room, instantly engulfing Ella and the old man's remains.

……

The sun breaks through the clouds and shines on the ice of the Thames.

There were more and more workers marching, and the police gradually found it difficult to control the situation. They used sticks to push back the furious workers, and conflicts were inevitable. At this time, no one would notice.

The Thames River had remained on the ice for more than a month, and a crack quietly appeared.

Spring is almost here.

Chapter 32 The Plague

The sound of the ice cracking became the trigger to detonate emotions, and the conflict broke out in an instant.

A tall, dark-skinned worker rushed out of the blockade and pushed a police officer to the ground. The next second, a gunshot sounded and left a small black hole on his forehead. The black worker collapsed on the ground. land.There was an uproar in the parade, and it swept up like a raging wave, engulfing several police officers standing in front.

All of a sudden, there were gunshots, the muffled sound of sticks beating the flesh, the roar of iron objects colliding, people's screams, all kinds of different sounds converged and intertwined.

More cracks appeared on the surface of the Thames, not just natural melting, but the traces of something hitting the increasingly fragile ice under the water.A sickly yellow-green smoke rose from the cracks, accompanied by the Thames' signature stench of rotting entrails.

wind,

The wind is coming.

The invisible wind started from the crack on the surface of the Thames and blew towards the entire Whitechapel district.The people fighting on the river bank grabbed their throats one after another and fell to the ground one by one, like ears of wheat harvested by a scythe. Their struggles gradually weakened. Companions and enemies, poor and rich, all turned into corpses. They lay together, forming a Twisted and treacherous color pictures.

The people who fell on the snow beside the road seemed to struggle longer, but this was of no avail, it just slowed down the time of death, prolonging the pain and despair.

The green smog is when the snow comes into contact with it, just like boiling water dyes the snow yellow-green and melts quickly.

Yangjiao Street, the Old Man Bar.

"When will Sister Ella come back? Lunch is going to be cold."

"Don't worry, Mekel, Elder Sister Ella is also an inspector, so it's probably just a work delay.

Maykle was worried, and George was comforting her.

Looking at the table full of food, Ling somehow felt a little unappetizing.

At this moment, a weak wind came from the window.

Ling, who had magical powers, only felt dizzy for a while, while the guests around him clutched their throats and fell to the ground struggling.The short-haired girl shrank her pupils, and quickly wrapped Mekel and George with magic power. The two children coughed violently, and their bodies gradually weakened.The guests who Ling didn't come to protect in time lost their spirits and died immediately.

The tall and thin bartender staggered to close the window, with veins and blood vessels exploding on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and closed the last window, kicked the door shut, slipped and fell to the ground and stopped breathing.

The wine cabinet crashed to the ground, and the figure that appeared was the fully armed old Jack. He was holding a long-barreled shotgun. The long black leather coat looked a bit small. It should be the clothes he wore when he was young, and he could no longer cover his growing beer belly. .

"We're going to Whitechapel! The messenger will find Ella and tell her!"

Old Jack was breathing heavily, his face was red, and he threw out a letter, which was slightly scribbled by Kleist in a state of anxiety,

"The cold can isolate the plague. Stop all investigations and go to the Whitechapel to wait for support."

After reading the letter, Ling quickly recited a spell,

"Essa!"

That is a high-level rune text, and the meaning it represents is ice and snow!White mist and wind and snow quickly swirled around them like an illusory cocoon.

Old Jack stopped in front of the bartender's body, was silent for a moment, picked him up, placed him on the chair behind the bar, and closed his eyes.

After doing all this, Old Jack held a shotgun in his arms, smashed half of the wooden door, and rushed out first.

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Hanborning Street, third floor of Holy Cross Private Hospital.

Black and green flames exploded in the ward, shattering the glass on the windows, and the flames rushed out.

That weird flame didn't burn anything in the room, and even the sheets didn't show scorching marks, but it burned violently on the flesh and blood, and the body of old Mrs. Morris melted into a bloody liquid like a candle. .

Three figures in black appeared from the corner of the room.

"Successful, after all, it's just a brat."

"If you haven't explored secrets that shouldn't be explored, you don't have to die so early."

"...But that's just a few more hours of life. When the Son of God comes, we will sacrifice all the lambs in London."

At this moment, a pale white sun suddenly rose from the mass of flesh and blood formed by Mrs. Morrison!