Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 185 Little Langdon's Head

"It all starts with that leaflet!" Old Langdon calmed down, ignoring the kid standing aside.

"The flyer appeared about a week ago, and he just appeared by my bedside out of nowhere!

I went to the bar alone to drink some drinks because of Selo's matter the day before, so after I woke up, I saw the flyer and thought I didn't know where to get it when I was hungover..."

As he said that, Old Langdon was full of remorse, "I don't know if I just threw the leaflet away at that time, would the following things not happen."

"So you didn't throw away that leaflet at that time, but this small piece of paper aroused the coveting of some people with evil intentions?" Merleton asked with great interest.

"It's not... no one else. It's just that, starting from this leaflet, Thelo began to experience some changes." Old Langdon said, "A month ago, during a mission in Thelo, some unknowable things happened. Unexpectedly, for the next three days, he continued to have a high fever, and his temperature once soared to [-] degrees."

One hundred?Linde was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking about Fahrenheit. One hundred Fahrenheit is equivalent to 39 to [-] degrees Celsius. It is indeed a very serious high fever.

"At that time, Rendell and this Mr. Cass also visited him in the hospital." He said, he glanced at Rendell,

Rendell and Cass nodded, as they have always said before, when Selo was sick before, they did visit him.

"On the fourth day, his high fever subsided without any transition. After that, he directly resigned from the police station and locked himself in the house alone."

At this time, the joy on Merleton's face was already visible to the naked eye, "That is to say, after a mission, your child first had a high fever for three days, and then had serious mental problems?!"

Old Langdon was a little angry, "My son has no problems!"

Moleton didn't care about Old Langdon's emotions, "Sir, I am a well-known private detective in Surrey County and even in Greater London. Maybe my words are not very pleasant.

But if we want to grasp the truth in the fog, whether it is words or self-esteem, we should honestly give way at this time, right?
From your description, Sero had a high fever, resigned, and locked himself in the room, which is the manifestation of severe mental stimulation.Why do you deny it? "

"You..." Old Langdon stared at him intently, like a balloon about to explode.

But instead of blowing up, he was suddenly discouraged. "Sorry! I'm too sensitive."

Merleton made a smile to express his forgiveness, "You can continue to talk about the previous thing!"

"Yes, he suffered serious mental injuries, but I don't know why. I went to his colleagues to find out the situation, but they also said they didn't know."

"Do you think they really don't know or are afraid to say it? Judging from your eyesight over the years." Merleton asked. From the beginning, only Meleton was asking questions, and the others were listening.

"I think they really don't know. It's hard to fake their concern for my son and their ignorance about my problem." Old Langdon said.

"After that, he just ate a little bit casually every day, like a walking dead, and he was in a daze every day. Including me, he seemed to be unable to hear what anyone said to him. He didn't eat anything, unless he arrived When he was very hungry, he would eat whatever he had.

Once I heard the sound of the kitchen being overturned in the middle of the night. I thought it was a burglar, but I didn't expect him to be rummaging through the refrigerator to eat the raw food. As he said, Old Langdon looked at Selo, who was slumped on the sofa.

"When it was more serious, he even ate the lawn outside..."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Even the instinct of "eating" is very confused. This must be something that caused such a serious psychological problem.

Sure enough, as old Langdon said, if he was looking for a hospital, then Cylo Langdon should have been locked up in a mental hospital by now.

"At that time, I was ready to raise him to death." Old Langdon smiled bitterly.

"But after the leaflet appeared, the situation became more serious.

At that time, I was not in a hurry to throw the flyer. I took it to the bedroom and threw it on the coffee table casually.

After that, I went to the kitchen.

But just as I was doing my morning, I heard Selo howling in the living room. "

Howling?Use this kind of words to describe it!
"As soon as I went out, I saw his eyes were red and he was holding this flyer tightly in his hand.

He faltered and howled at me at the time, and I could feel the emotions of fear, yearning, disgust and love in his tone. "

"Wait!" Merleton interrupted him, "Are you sure he had so many complicated and contradictory emotions?"

"I'm sure!" Old Langdon nodded. "He ran behind me in fear for a while, and grabbed the flyer frantically for a while."

"This..." Meleton frowned for the first time, but the frenzied and morbid expression on his face became more intense.

"Fuck, I won't listen, it's boring, I'd better take a look at the scene first." Ke Suo scratched his head helplessly, he is indeed good at investigation, but it is completely different from detectives, what they do is more of a kind of intelligence espionage , sneaking and the like, in other words, he is equivalent to a secret agent.

It's totally different from being a detective.

"Wait!" Meleton first signaled Corso to stay calm, and then looked at old Langdon, "Is there anything else strange?"

Old Langdon thought for a while, "Actually, there is nothing special about it.

Merleton nodded, "Sit here now! You know, you just experienced a gas poisoning incident, and it was a vicious incident that was premeditated to kill you. You stay here first , don't move around, wait for us to inspect the room."

Old Langdon nodded, "Okay."

After that, Moleton looked at Cass again, "Cass, and...Mr. Rendell. You can talk to Mr. Langdon here to learn more about the situation. Then Corso and I will check this room first. .”

Obviously, this lunatic who is keen to solve the case does not allow anyone to disturb him while he is searching for clues.And it's obviously not the first time they've worked together, and Merleton is very skillful at distributing the right tasks.

But this time something is different,
Cass looked at Rendell, "Boss, what do you think!"

Rendell frowned. He was gentle by nature, but that didn't mean that a little detective who had just met him could shout at him.

Rendell thought for a while, then glanced at Merleton, and nodded to Cass, "If this can make the two of you flex your muscles more, then that's fine, after all, this room is really not that big."

With that said, he turned his head and wanted to go back to the car to rest for a while.As for what to know about the situation with old Langdon, it would be good to have Cass to do it.Of course, he does feel that the room is a little stuffy now.

"Wait...beyond these things. I have a question," Corso said.

"What's wrong?" Merleton asked.

"Langdon, do you know about your son's...art creations in his room. Also, did your son ever show a very pathological desire to attack you?"

"Artistic creation?" Everyone, including old Langdon, was a little puzzled.

"It seems that you don't know, let's go up and have a look first." Ke Suo said helplessly.

The excitement on Merleton's face at this time became more and more difficult to conceal. The more complicated and strange things were, the more he wanted to attack them.

Everyone nodded, and Ke Suo took the lead, leading everyone upstairs, "Where is the tendency to attack?" Ke Suo asked.

"No, he never showed me any desire to hurt me, he never even got angry with me, from childhood to now, never." Old Langdon said.

"Okay!" Corso said, feeling a little angrily touching the wound on his face where he was scratched by his nails.

At this time, under the leadership of Corso, everyone had already walked up the stairs, including Old Langdon who looked worried.

"Here," Corso explained, stopping in front of a room, "I found him in this room. He locked himself in it, and I broke the door forcibly. This is his room. Bar?!"

Old Langdon nodded,
After confirming, Corso took a few steps back and gave up the space at the door, "Anyway, I don't want to watch it anymore, so you can watch it as you like, but I remind you to be mentally prepared in advance."

Cass laughed, "Oh, what if I haven't seen the world?!" Then he walked in first.

"This... um..." Cass staggered back, and then covered his mouth, as if the scene inside had already made him seriously sick, and if he didn't press his mouth, he would spit it out.

? ?
Wasn't it crazy last second? !

Thinking, Linde squeezed forward. At this time, Rendell and Mecleton had also entered. They didn't look good, but they still walked in stiffly.

Linde also squeezed in.

Blood-red paint was painted all over the room. Apart from the things in the regular bedroom, there was a chair in front of the bed, which was a relatively empty place in the room.

On the chair was a dead body wrapped in a white sheet. Above the dead body was a withered and skinned head. At this time, the head was already full of flies, and a maggot was constantly crawling in the gap between the eye socket and the dry eyeball.

The white bed sheet had been dyed black and red, and the fetid and fetid tissue fluid continuously dripped down from the bed sheet, forming a pool of pus like animal fat under the chair below.

Meanwhile, on the bed, there are glue guns, medical scissors, fishing line, needles and other things scattered around.

The most appalling thing is the appearance of the head.

Although it was dry, the hair on that head was neatly combed, and there was heavy makeup on the face, making it look like a half-dead zombie.

It can be barely seen that the head is exactly what Thelo Langdon looks like.

"This..." Seeing this scene, Old Langdon lost his breath before he finished speaking, and fell backwards.

"Cass, take care of old Langdon." Rendell said lightly, the gentleness was gone from his words.

"This kind of vicious incident is simply..." Rendell said through gritted teeth, and no one could hear the anger in his mouth.

"Don't worry!" Linde said. "It's not right." Linde's nose twitched, his eyes turned into squares, and he kept looking at the head.

"In addition to the rotten smell of flesh and blood, there is also a hint of earthy aroma." Linde said slowly, "The fragrance of the soil growing green grass is so subtle that it is covered by the strong smell of bloody rot .”

Linde walked over slowly, and Meclayton was also close to the corpse with him.

"Your nose is really so good?" Merleton laughed, "You also smelled the gas smell before!"

"It's just talent."

"Hehe! I found what I've been looking for in you." Merleton said nonsensically,
Linde raised his eyebrows, not understanding what the detective with a somewhat abnormal mind was talking about.

Linde's wrist trembled, and the magic wand that was originally in the sleeve robe had turned into a Mitsubishi thorn gleaming with cold light.

At the same time, Meleton also walked in front of the corpse, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the head, not caring about the pus and flies.

呲!
Linde's wand pierced into the corpse, and then cut it horizontally.

A large pile of meat paste poured out from the opening he made, as if separating the packaging bag.

At the same time, Merleighton also pinched the head, and then exerted force with his wrist and began to twist, as if breaking a branch.

"Crack!"

The originally corrupt cervical spine was snapped off by him, and then he picked up the head like he was picking up a basketball.

"Sure enough, this is a corrupted corpse that has been transformed, not the 'Little Langdon's corpse' it seems." Linde said slowly when he saw the head being lifted by Meckleton.

"Mr. Rendell, if possible, can you ask your people to investigate whether there has been any recent body theft.

The stolen bodies were whole bodies within a month—uncremated.In this case, it is recommended to investigate in medical places, such as medical schools, hospital mortuaries, and the like. "Mer Clayton said, this time he is very respectful, obviously he doesn't want to touch Rendell's brow now.

"There is also a crematorium, which is the most likely place, because if their 'customer' disappears, they are the most likely to hide it." Linde added.

"No, no, can you explain to me what's going on now." Rendell was a little dizzy, and he couldn't understand anything.

Meleton just carried that head and came in front of Rendell, "Mr. Rendell, look here," Meleton pointed to the hairline of the head, "The hair of this corpse is sewn up with a wig of."

Rendell took a closer look, and sure enough, the surface skin of the hair above was very different from the skin of the face below.

But this... don't say I saw it, even if I saw him, I probably wouldn't have thought about it at the time!In the presence of hair, a person's scalp and face are not the same color.

"Also, when we came in from the front, I noticed that there were traces of pulling back on the back cheeks and neck of this face."

As he spoke, he turned the head around and showed the back of the head to Rendell.

Rendell endured his nausea and looked at the head.

Sure enough, there were rough sewing marks on the back, and even the thread ends were not cleaned up, combined with the fishing thread and needles on the bed...

"Obviously, this is Mr. Langdon Jr. using other corpses to recreate a "self" by filling, sewing and stretching the skin."

"I didn't expect Little Langdon to be a handicraft lover!" Linde said.

(End of this chapter)