The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 247 Investigation
10 Downing Street, Prime Minister's Office.

As the spokesperson of the Thirteen Blood Clans in the UK and the Permanent Secretary of the Cabinet of the British Empire, Sir Humphrey Applebeer was sitting in front of the Prime Minister's desk, his solemn face could not hide his anger.

The current British Prime Minister, Ms. Rachel Ross, sat on a chair, closed her eyes and meditated, rubbing between her brows haggardly.

The dossier of the massacre at the manor in the suburbs of London was placed on her desk, and the word "confidential" was printed on the brown hard paper cover-this was the reason why the female prime minister was sad.

Rachel herself knew that London elites, such as cabinet ministers, media tycoons, and diocesan bishops, often participated in some "banquets" open to the outside world.

Corruption and extravagance can no longer satisfy the dark desires of "big shots", and only some more outrageous novelty-hunting activities can stimulate the numb nerves of the rich and powerful.

Put the slaves bought on the black market into an underground prison and order them to fight each other until the last one;
Privately set up evil clay idols, and use kidnapped two-legged sheep for blood sacrifices to worship evil gods;
Raising moles, putting collars on moles, exchanging them at banquets, even playing to death without hesitation;

When she first took up the post of Prime Minister, Rachel Ross was extremely shocked by the content of these "banquets".

Unlike a certain American female secretary of state on the other side of the ocean, she still has the most basic moral values. After seeing the shocking scene of cannibalism, she immediately planned to interfere with the banquet held by the blood clan.

However, before the decision-making document left the office, a blood clan representative knocked on the door to dissuade Prime Minister Rachel Ross.

"The blood race is the real manager of Britain and even Europe. If the Prime Minister's moral cleanliness does not allow these contents to appear, then I can go back and tell my compatriots to use foreigners as consumables.

As long as the people sacrificed in the banquets are not British citizens, you have no reason, Prime Minister Ross, to stop the entertainment and pastimes in these banquets. "

In the final analysis, the post of Prime Minister of the United Kingdom is nothing more than a shield introduced by the bureaucratic system of the British Empire. Without the support of many British bureaucrats headed by Sir Humphrey Applebeer, she cannot even hold a seat at 10 Downing Street. Add a chef's position to Rido.

Withdrawing his thoughts from the memory, Prime Minister Ross opened the file and looked at the bloody photos of the crime scene.

Konstantin's personal taste is evident in the photos.

The bishop of the diocese who was fond of playing with children was wearing a holy white robe, lying on his back in the center of the hall, his two gouged out eyeballs were placed in the palms of his hands, and replaced by two golden coins that filled the eye sockets.

The dead body of the media tycoon who likes to manipulate public opinion and cover up the truth is hung on the chandelier, with several furry "yang ♂ top ♂" of different colors and sizes stuffed in his mouth-this is obviously mocking the media group Nonsense.

As for the postures of the corpses of the rest of the dignitaries, they are also ingenious, different and interesting, with both black humor and bloody brutality.

Ms. Rachel Rose sighed and closed the file.

The crimes of these people are too numerous to record, so it is natural that death is not a pity. The only thing to worry about is how to explain the cause of death to the outside world.

In fact, if all the top dignitaries in the UK were shot in a row, there would definitely be mistakes;

The most important thing is the death of the blood race.

Those long-lived species with glamorous appearance were torn limbs and skeletons by the extremely brutal magic, and the thin slices of meat were evenly spread on the ground, like snowflake beef placed on a porcelain plate, which was mouth-watering.

The many heads of the blood race were stacked neatly together to form a hill, and a green broccoli flower was inserted on the top of the hill.

Prime Minister Ross is not a person with heavy tastes, but when she saw these pictures, she still felt a sense of relief in her heart.

People who lead beasts to eat people will always kill them!
There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, but it was immediately covered up by a sigh - after all, there was a blood spokesperson sitting on the other side of the desk.

The collective death of a blood clan elder, two blood clan dukes, and dozens of blood clan nobles has caused an uproar within the thirteen clans. These long-lived species have not experienced such a huge loss of personnel since the end of the Middle Ages.

"Humphrey, this matter needs to be thoroughly investigated."

Ms. Rachel Ross frowned, and said to the Secretary-General in a deep voice: "No matter who is responsible for the massacre, no matter how much the price is paid, the British Empire will not allow such atrocious crimes to occur."

Such words are purely polite and meaningless.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Excellency."

Sir Applebil nodded and said: "The clan will not ignore the death of a member of the blood clan, and we will dispatch internal investigation forces to conduct a thorough investigation.

All you have to do is to help us deal with the aftermath and maintain stability. "

"I know."

Prime Minister Rose nodded with a straight face, setting the tone for the massacre case.

"So, let's talk about the gold medal host."

Humphrey took out another document and spread it out in front of the Prime Minister, "According to the investigation, the gold medal host was under the Imperius Curse by a wizard, so he would speak nonsense on the BBC TV program."

"wizard?"

Prime Minister Ross raised his eyebrows in astonishment, "Haven't they stopped interfering in the normal world?"

"That's right, those poor bastards whose brains have been corrupted by the blood of God are now busy dealing with the return of the Dark Lord."

With a gloomy face, Humphrey said thoughtfully: "But there is something strange behind this. Why did the mastermind behind the scenes use Voldemort's name to act? Why did the wizard choose to stir up trouble at such a time?"

The Permanent Secretary of the Cabinet gritted his teeth. He could feel an overwhelming net being laid towards London. He could not escape or retreat. He could only watch as the scope of activities was continuously eroded and encroached.

He came back to his senses and said softly: "My lord, there is still more than half a month before the November [-]th they mentioned. For now, what we have to do is to block the news, stabilize the situation, and protect the hearts of the people."

"I've arranged for manpower to handle it."

Prime Minister Ross breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "The curfew will be strictly enforced, and intelligence agencies will cooperate with Scotland Yard to conduct wiretapping and monitoring of all London residents and collect public opinion data.

Refugees from the Middle East will be strictly controlled like never before, and no outrageous behavior will be allowed, lest London residents get too excited.

In addition, the troops of the British Empire have also been stationed outside the city. If necessary, they can enter the city at any time to assist Scotland Yard in maintaining stability.

The black hand behind the scenes is trying to leak the existence of the blood race to the outside world, and has to do a good job of keeping it secret in the past few days, so I hope that the blood race can act more smoothly to prevent the news from leaking. "

The British Empire is in turmoil, and all the female prime minister can do is to repair the broken ship so that the ship can survive the storm safely.

"Yes, Prime Minister."

Sir Applebeer nodded, stood up, but was stopped by the Prime Minister when he walked to the door,

"By the way, Humphrey, what is that document in your hand?"

Prime Minister Ross squeezed the frame of his glasses and said casually, "Can you show me?"

"It's just trivial city planning, don't worry about it."

Humphrey smiled, closed the door, and at the same time tightened the grip on the document titled "Hydra Artificial Blood Race-Second Sea Lion Project".

　Normal updates will resume tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)