MTL - Dimensional Eroders-Chapter 79 Detective Outlander! !

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   "How many serial homicides have happened so far?" Walking on the road leading to the White Church, Bai Lang asked the temporary assistant beside him.

"Three days ago, it was the fourth incident. The murderer sent visceral fragments to the City Hall for provocation. It was reported by various London tabloids. In order to increase sales, they deliberately exaggerated the atmosphere of terror and caused panic in the city." London The small film police replied.

   Bailang, who has no criminal investigation experience, doesn’t even know how to start an investigation? So bit the bullet, relying on his 900 episodes of "Conan Skills" that he reads up to 900 episodes, he asked the G8 blindly.

  I will consult the victim's identity and background, and then consult the night watch team's patrol route... Deliberately show a very professional appearance.

   However, the White Waves really worry too much. In the 19th century, Britain has not yet concluded the ‘modern criminal investigation methods’, let alone technical support; the ‘fingerprint concept’ will only appear after 20 years.

   Those famous detectives are just blind G8 investigations based on some crappy experience, starting from the motive of the crime, inferring the murderer's intentions, and then conducting house-to-house searches and visits. Most of them are done by informants who teach and teach, which is quite inefficient.

   In contrast, every story made up in Conan, in this era, is a super homicide with extreme brain-burning and unsolved cases. In an age when casually murdered victims threw their weapons into the river and turned their heads to eat tofu next to the police station, who would bother to study ‘secret killing’?

   That's why Lang Ge's level of watching cartoons has been at the top of the food chain in this era, and the inexperienced young man next to him was stunned, showing admiration.

  ...

   The two chatted all the way awkwardly and arrived at the scene of the crime. Near the White Church, there were three crime locations, and another one occurred by the river.

   Bailang took the lead in coming to the nearest place in chronological order. The traces of the homicide have been cleaned up long ago, and a little blood stain can be seen vaguely. Even if there is a clue here, it has long been destroyed by the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

  He insisted on coming here. On the one hand, he wanted to feel the atmosphere of the ‘Ripper’s crime scene’, which is only an attraction in books, so he took out a smartphone that could always accompany him through the journey and took a selfie with ‘Kakaka’.

   (In this mission, he carried the "nuclear power bank, data cable" produced by the park, and the "bullet-proof field protective shell".)

   Then, by observing the surrounding environment, he tried to substitute himself, imagining that it was a dark and windy night...to figure out the criminal mentality of the prisoner.

   Finally, is the real purpose of this trip:

   In the air that the little policeman can't see, a large amount of black smoke gushes out of Bailang's body. Now, he is able to control his ‘IBM particles’ proficiently.

   Behind Bai Lang, a large cloud of black mist began to condense, forming a black spiral bandage structure like ‘baked gluten’. There were more and more black bandages, and the entanglement became tighter and tighter, finally sketching out a human figure with spikes on top of his head, which is his ‘black thorns’.

The police officer beside   , the passers-by around, were ignorant of this scene and turned a blind eye.

   Like ‘substitute’, the ‘black ghost’ is not visible in the eyes of ordinary people; only demihumans can see it. Last time, he singled out the "orc undead" in a fair and just manner. The opponent is a necroman, and he perceives the outside world with his soul, so he can find IBM.

   Bai Lang lowered his head, disguised as an investigation and research site, but in fact secretly manipulated his IBM and issued an order. The body of "Black Thorns" trembled slightly, bending over and crouching, the blue bar burned faster and directly transformed into a "werewolf" form!

   "Go, sniff the blood and trace the whereabouts of the murderer!"

   Brother Lang communicated with his IBM and issued a request that was difficult for a strong man. This is using the "ghost" as a dog.

   Fortunately, ‘Black Thorns’ has no IQ, no self-esteem, and will not feel humiliated and angered because of it, otherwise Bailang will be beaten to death on the spot. It just stood still, unable to understand, and refused to perform this task.

  ...

   Bailang has tried, and IBM currently shows a certain degree of ‘mechanical intelligence’. Within the scope of its capabilities, as long as it gives fuzzy instructions, it can be executed freely. However, the functions it does not have will be completely ignored, like an idiot.

   To give a simple example, Bailang controls the black thorns to start a ‘howl wildly’. He can roar out flowers and is very clever. But Bailang asked him to eat, buy vegetables, and sleep, but he couldn't understand it, and even ignored him and began to be in a daze.

   Seeing'Black Thorns' motionless, Brother Lang was a little dissatisfied and chose to control it himself. Since there is a werewolf form, isn't it a big dog? The big dog has a great sense of smell... Huh? Why don’t you smell?

   controlled the white waves of the black thorns, lying on the ground in a werewolf posture, sniffing, and couldn't get any answers. This time it's troublesome! In the vast London, there is no monitor. How to find the trace of the criminal?

   "Mr. Outland, Mr. Outland!" The little police officer woke the white waves in a daze.

Dispelling the black thorns, Bai Lang stood up and said: "This scene has been observed. Can you take me to other places to see? I want to find out the law of the murderer's crimes. Since he actively provokes the official, then he must be confident. Proud guy. This kind of people commit crimes, not just murder, they often deliberately pursue something in order to realize themselves...So as long as you are careful, there must be a pattern to follow!"

   Bai Lang continued to flicker the little idiot, telling vividly about the "Seven Deadly Sins of the Revised Version of the Magic", and the bluffing little police officer had a look of "I eat lotus root".

  ...

   After walking through all the crime locations in a row, Bailang did not gain anything. The 900th episode of Conan is not a panacea. He is more suitable for physical work than burning his brain.

   If you still retain the title of ‘Novice Demon Hunter’, you can use ‘Ember’ to activate the ‘Tracking’ ability. Now, I can only take a chance.

   "Mr. Altland, have you found anything?" the little police officer asked expectantly.

   "No, I can't say that I didn't find it, but this kind of thing cannot be rashly concluded, it must be rigorously demonstrated. Can you help me find a nearby map?" Lang Ge tried his best to maintain an unpredictable personality.

   The simple and simple little police officer was fooled by his variegated "Magic Conan Story". He believed in this and nodded his head and said that he would go to the police station to find a map.

   Bailang continues to worry...

   But what he didn't know was that in a manor not far from London, two young men who were destined to fall in love with each other rushed to London one after another, finally opening the chapter of their story.

  ……

   For three days in a row, the white waves who had no idea about "Jack the Ripper" gradually adapted to the harsh environment of London.

  Although the investigation has not made progress, this does not affect his mood. Do not forget to exercise your abilities every day and feel happy. On this day, the medicine he used to temper his body was almost exhausted.

   "Mr. Altland, where are you going to go today?" The young police officer Gleeson who took the initiative to approach the door, with a confused expression on his face, looked forward to Brother Lang continuing to tell him the story of Conan today.

   Regarding the ‘serial murder of the Ripper~www.novelbuddy.com~, he actually didn’t care, because there was too little information about this case, it was completely random killings, and it was difficult to extract useful information. Even Lang, who had already convinced him, was helpless.

   But even so, it still does not affect Bailang's position in his heart. The story of the'Reaper Elementary School Student' is really fragrant. This is definitely a hidden boss in front of him. Even a retired private investigator can be transferred to a novelist and become the editor-in-chief of a certain newspaper! An annual salary of £100,000 is not a dream.

   "Ahem, is there any news about the'Clock Tower' that I entrusted you to inquire about?" Bailang still does not forget his dream of adopting a daughter.

   "I have carefully investigated and inquired around the'British Museum', and no one has heard of this association." Midi shook his head.

   "Then have you deliberately leaked the news so that no one is following you?"

"No!"

   "Hey... the church and the burial organization, this is an official organization that will not hide." Bailang was not reconciled yet.

   "There is only Protestantism in the UK, and I have never heard of a ‘templar church’."

   "Forget it. I want to go to London today, the most filthy, chaotic, and filthy sinful place. Where might I find out?" Bailang said. He plans to go to London's "Hell's Kitchen", and can he find the golden snakes, or look for the owners of those "evil supernatural powers".

   "Sir, which places are very dangerous." Grayson was a little nervous. Who would want to go to such places for normal people?

   "Reassure, I'm super capable!" Brother Lang rolled up his sleeves, revealing angular muscles, coupled with his 191 body shape that he developed again after practicing'Heng Lian', which was quite convincing.

   Aggressiveness turned into a sense of security, and the little police officer nodded and agreed: "Well, I know a slum, where the dregs gather in London."