I'm very happy with the skin [Comprehensive]

Sherlock looked at the group of people sitting in a circle in the middle.

They are headed by the art director-Carol Vickers, and there are nine people in total.Among them are singers, congressmen, rich men, pianists, etc., all of whom are prestigious, wealthy and powerful.

Among the nine of them, there are men and women, and a bowl of black and red objects is placed in the middle.It should have just been taken out of the refrigerator, and it was mixed with crushed ice.In the warm room temperature, the ice gradually melted away, gradually emitting a stench and bloody smell.

"This, this is..." As a doctor, Watson quickly discovered that the black and red thing that night should be the uterus of the Hua country female student.

He widened his eyes and couldn't believe that those normally glamorous celebrities would do such dirty things behind their backs.

"What are they going to do?" Watson suppressed his nausea and looked at those people sitting cross-legged together, chanting words, but the voice was too low to hear clearly.

Sherlock didn't speak, he didn't rush to interrupt the ceremony of those people.He could feel that these people were by no means the only ones in the villa.

He knew that once he acted rashly, someone would stop him.

The ceremony continues.

After reading the sacrificial oration, Vikses took the lead to cut his fingertips with a dagger, and the blood dripped into the bowl along the direction of his fingers, blending with the blood on the womb.

In a clockwise direction, everyone picked up a dagger to draw blood, and the blood of all nine people dripped on the flesh and blood.

"Heaven gave you a child, and the earth gave you a child. All things have life and growth. They should be sacrificed to the Linga God and enshrined to the Linga God. It is the wish of the believers." Vikses shouted loudly, and finally put the finger on his finger. Dried blood stained the forehead of the statue.

The top of the naked/naked statue was a little red, and the whole statue became tense.

"As the believers wish!" The remaining eight people shouted in unison, looking at the statue frenziedly, their expressions became ferocious due to excitement.

"Aren't we going to do something?" Lestrade took a small step back in fright from the sound of the brush, and he approached Sherlock, asking in a voice that only two people could hear.

Sherlock shook his head, and glanced back at Moriarty, who was leaning on the railing and watching with relish.

Sherlock knew very well that today's game was set up for him, but he still came here with great interest.Moriarty wanted to use public opinion to overwhelm him, but Sherlock hadn't figured out the specific measures.

Sherlock is looking forward to the last moment. For him, he only pursues the excitement and pleasure of the brain, and nothing else matters.

With claw-like fingers, Vickses grabbed the ball of zi/gong placed in the bowl.The ice had melted, blood dripped down his arm, and his whole hand was stained red.

Vikses cut the tissue fibers with the dagger that had just been exsanguinated, and divided it into nine pieces of flesh and blood of similar size.

"Linga bestows a son—" Vikses's voice was sharp and loud, which made people's eardrums ache.

"They don't want to..." Watson opened his eyes wide in surprise, seeing Vises put the flesh and blood into the hands of the praying man, and then—

"Hmm." Watson retched. He had seen so many bloody corpses on the battlefield, but he had never felt nauseated like this once.

"Ouch." Lestrade couldn't help throwing up.

Every believer is chewing the lump of soft raw meat, as if eating some delicious food, and everyone has a dreamy fascination on their faces.Blood and minced meat were grinding between the teeth, and there was a deep blood between the opening of the mouth.

"Bless my lord!" Vikses swallowed the raw meat, he licked away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression still had a lingering blur, and his face was also a little flushed due to the intoxication just now.The whole person looks very refreshed, not at all like his old age in his 60s.

"Bless my lord!" Everyone shouted excitedly, as if they were on a stimulant.

After the sacrifice was over, Vikses, who was the leader, slowly looked at Sherlock.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I have known you for a long time." Vikses grinned, and there were some blood-red residues between his teeth, which made his whole smile look much weirder.

"Don't dare to take it." Sherlock responded alienatedly, his eyes followed Vikses's movements, discerning something.

"You see, I haven't greeted you well after coming here for so long." Vikses didn't pay attention to Sherlock's sizing up at all. Unlike the vigilant attitude of other believers, he seemed a little more at ease.

"Would you like to sit here and join us?" Vikses reached out his hand to indicate the position beside him.

"No need, I don't believe in religion." Sherlock glanced over each believer, observing something.

"That's a pity." Vikses shrugged and said pretending to be regretful. He looked at the three of them with deep eyes and smiled inexplicably.

"Carol Vickers, as a suspect in a serial murder case, I, as the Sheriff of Scotland Yard, have the right to arrest you."

As a sheriff, Lestrade always has a sense of justice beyond ordinary people.Even though he knew that Sherlock was not that weak, Lestrade still took a step forward to block Vixeth's sight, and took out his ID to signal.

"Arrest me?" Vickses seemed to have heard something ridiculous, "Do you have an arrest warrant for this sheriff? And it's illegal to break into the hotel without permission."

"The nature of this case is bad. As the sheriff, I have the priority to arrest." Lestrade said firmly.

"Look, the prosecutors in the London Prosecutor's Office didn't give you the right, why are you so convinced that there will be no punishment." Vikses put away his smile, and he pointed at the believer sitting with his back to Lestrade, with a tone of voice Said gloomyly.

Lestrade was startled, only then did he realize that the prosecutor was still sitting here.

This is undoubtedly a religious group that can deceive the world.Everyone is powerful and has countless connections.Maybe, maybe it wasn't that the previous cases were impossible to solve, but that no one wanted to solve them!

Lestrade gasped in surprise at his own thoughts.

"I know Mr. Holmes' brother, the British government." Vixeth has been an art director for decades, rooted in England, and has customized clothes for various families. His knowledge is far beyond people's imagination. "I hope Mr. Holmes knows exactly what to do and what not to do."

This is already a threat.

Sherlock looked at Vikseth's almost arrogant and confident face and said calmly: "It's not whether I should do it or not, but whether you still have time for revenge."

"Ha, is it because the British government is behind it? Mr. Holmes hasn't encountered setbacks for a long time." Vikses narrowed his eyes slightly and said in an oppressive tone.

Vixeth has experienced a lot, his personality is a bit arrogant but it doesn't mean he has no wisdom.For their group, going head-to-head with the Holmes family is not a good deal.So he wants to avoid conflict as much as possible.

After Sherlock took a deep look at him, he ignored him. Instead, he turned around and walked down the stairs to look up at the smiling Moriarty.

"At the beginning of the game, the horse elephant sacrificed like this. It seems that you are full of confidence." Sherlock glanced at the flushed Vikses and said.

"But you still found out." Moriarty said pretending to be wronged, but his eyes were full of interest and there was no surprise.

"Moriarty, we are very happy for your help, but now you talk a little too much." Vikses yelled impatiently, with so much strength that the veins on his neck burst out.

"Don't say that." Moriarty finally came down the stairs, and he walked past Sherlock to the sacrificial place.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked slowly around the circle of nine people, "I'm afraid that if I don't say a few more words, you won't be able to hear my voice."

"What do you mean?" Vikses leaned forward in excitement, his entire face was congested and swollen, but he himself was completely unaware of the discomfort.He had a completely different temper than before, roaring irritablely, without any reason at all.

"This is not right..." Watson looked sensitively at the agitated believers, watching their faces turn rosy to the point that they were about to bleed.

"You have to know that you are just a sewer rat—" Vikseth shouted loudly, insulting Moriarty to his heart's content in every language he could think of.

Moriarty's face full of laughter and indifference made him want to vent his feelings through words.

"You idiot—poof—" Before Vikses could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his throat.

As expected, Moriarty tilted his head to avoid the blood.

"I, what's wrong with me?" Vixes' fingers trembled involuntarily, he tried to cover his mouth with his hands to stop the blood from pouring out, but it was completely in vain.

Blood soon left between his fingers, and not only that, but his nostrils also began to bleed.

Panic finally appeared in Vikses' eyes.

"Ahhh—" Soon the other believers who were sitting also began to vomit blood, and large swaths of blood stained the ground red.

Without this scene, no one would have thought that there is so much blood in the human body.

"Come on, come on!" The sharp shouts called the people hidden in the villa.

Every believer is quite famous, with personal bodyguards and a team to protect them.These people were scattered in every corner of the villa before, and now they appear beside their employers.

But even that can't be helped.No one expected this to happen.

"Who? Who killed me?" Vixes leaned weakly on the ground, his eyes kept rolling as if trying to find the person who killed him, "Is it you? Moriarty!" With a few words, Vises yelled through gritted teeth, as if he had identified the murderer.

"You've wronged me." Moriarty knelt down, approached Vises and said softly, "Maybe your god wants you to accompany him."

Vikses stretched out his hand struggling to grab the statue in the center, but his arm was weak and it was difficult to reach the statue.

Black spots appeared in front of Vixeth's eyes due to blood loss, and the statue appeared and disappeared in his field of vision. He stretched his arms hard, and the veins in his hands bulged.His eyes opened and closed more and more frequently, and his arms had already touched the edge of the statue.

Must, must touch.The worship of Linga God in his heart made him suddenly full of strength before he died.He finally reached out to reach the statue with all his strength, but he couldn't catch it.

Vickses felt empty, he tried to open his eyes wide, and found that Moriarty was holding the statue he desperately wanted to touch.

"Give it, give it to me..." Vikses lay on the ground, the blood gushing out of his mouth made him extremely embarrassed.

"Okay, here you are." Moriarty smiled slightly, turned his wrist, and the statue fell from his hand and fell vertically to the ground.

Vikses couldn't hear the cries of other believers, or the anxious voices of the bodyguards.He opened his eyes and saw the statue hit the ground and shattered—

He couldn't hear his own heartbeat either.With the statue shattered, Vickses died, without struggle, without cry, only his unclosed vacant eyes showed that he had just passed away.

The author has something to say:

The gods, rituals, and sacrificial words in it are all created by my own art, and none of them really exist.

Characters don't have any archetypes either.It was only written for the sake of the plot.

We must firmly adhere to Marxism and build a harmonious society together. (Extreme desire to survive)