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Chapter 320 Is Will Dead?
Chapter 320 Is Will Dead?
"Long time no see, Dr. Allen."
That afternoon, Lorne met with Dr. Allen, who looked somewhat haggard from the nightmare. He was wearing a well-tailored black tuxedo, which, combined with his slightly listless expression, made him appear even more melancholic.
"Uh—long time no see, Mr. Scott." Dr. Allen was taken aback at first, then quickly came to his senses and greeted Lorne.
It seems he's been tormented quite a bit lately—Lorne thought to himself, looking at the other's somewhat sluggish reaction.
"I heard you've been dreaming about Will Onsett a lot lately?" Lorne asked bluntly.
"Yes! That's right!" Upon hearing the name, Dr. Allen suddenly became excited.
"I followed Sherlock's advice and went to the church of the goddess of night to explain my situation to the bishop."
"My bad luck seems to have dissipated a bit. But, but—" Dr. Allen covered his head in a state of near collapse.
"Those strange dreams are coming back again!" He looked up at Lorne. "Mr. Scott, how have you been lately?"
"Me—" After hesitating for a few seconds, Lorne told the other person about the strange dream he had recently had about a giant snake chasing a little boy.
"A snake! Yes! That boy is Will!" Dr. Allen exclaimed excitedly. "In my dream, Will also begged me for help! He said a snake wanted to eat him!"
A snake wanted to eat him? In that dream, I even wanted to eat him and that snake together—Lorne sighed inwardly as he looked at Dr. Allen's mentally exhausted state, then comforted him, "Actually, Will might not be a bad person. Look at me, not only am I fine, but I've become a hero."
Although I was detained for several days and almost died from a gas explosion.
Upon hearing this, Dr. Allen's expression softened somewhat.
"Well—today, I just want to find out the truth of this matter. As for security, I'll leave it to you and Sherlock."
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"Of course, I, the hero," will protect you. Lorne made a joke to ease the tension.
"Yes, Mr. Scott is the kind of guy who can single-handedly break into a gangster's villa and save dozens of girls," Klein chimed in.
On the carriage journey to Green Cemetery, Lorne looked at Klein sitting beside him and casually asked, "Detective Moriarty, after we parted ways in the East End, you said you were going to find Daisy. What happened then?"
Is he suspecting that the "ghost" who appeared at the Capin villa that day is related to me? Klein immediately became alert—
He stood up. He feigned regret: "I borrowed a hunting dog, but unfortunately it couldn't find Miss Daisy by scent; the trail seems to have gone cold."
"However—" He looked at Lorne, a genuine smile on his face, "Miss Daisy was very lucky; in the end, she was saved by you, her hero."
"What are you talking about?" Dr. Allen asked, somewhat curious about their conversation.
"Didn't you know? Actually, Sherlock also helped in rescuing those girls." Lorne briefly recounted his encounter with Liv and her daughter in the East District that day.
"I see—" After listening, Dr. Allen gave Klein an approving look.
"I'm ashamed to say that I didn't really help at all," Klein said, feigning embarrassment.
"No, I think Sherlock's courage and ability deserve greater fame." Lorne looked at Klein and said seriously, "I was thinking that if a reporter interviews me about the Carpin case again, I can introduce you. It will definitely be of great help to your detective work."
"No, no need! I don't really like being famous." Klein quickly declined with a smile.
Just kidding! If it really made the newspapers, his relatively peaceful detective life would definitely be disrupted again.
West section, outside Green Cemetery.
Lorne and Klein accompanied Dr. Allen for a long time in the nearby woods, searching for the peculiar tree from his dream.
"Cough cough—there's so much dust here." Allen covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and coughed lightly twice.
"Perhaps—there isn't such a tree. Things in dreams can't be fully reflected in reality." By the end, even Dr. Allen himself was somewhat uncertain.
"A birch tree that has shed a layer of bark—" Lorne was also looking around to see if there were any trees that matched the other person's description, while also trying to use his spirituality to explore his surroundings.
"Try over there," Klein said, pointing in a direction with his silver-inlaid cane.
"Have you performed divination? Is it a staff technique?" Lorne watched the other person's actions and did not refuse.
"Okay, let's try again." Dr. Allen nodded, a glimmer of hope rekindled.
After walking for a while, Dr. Allen suddenly stopped. He pointed diagonally ahead and exclaimed excitedly, "There! That's it!"
A dozen meters away, a birch tree with a large ring of bark peeled off its trunk stood prominently.
"It's exactly the same as what I saw in my dream!" Allen said with absolute certainty.
"But Will Onsetin isn't here." Klein smiled with a hint of wariness.
"There's nothing wrong with the tree, but what's underneath—something seems off." Lorne frowned and pointed to a patch of open ground next to the tree roots that was almost entirely covered with withered grass.
Something's not right about the spirit under this tree. There's definitely something buried underneath.
Upon hearing this, Dr. Allen approached the tree and examined it closely: "That's right! Will Unsetin was sitting right here!"
Lorne and Dr. Allen exchanged a glance.
"Let's dig it open and see," the two "victims" said in unison.
"Sherlock, could you please go and borrow a few shovels?" Allen said, turning to Klein.
"No, Sherlock and I, the two professionals, will stay here. Dr. Allen, go and borrow it," Lorne said cautiously, in an unquestionable tone.
If any real danger arises, these two extraordinary individuals will have room to maneuver.
"Okay." Dr. Allen did not refuse and immediately turned and left the woods.
A moment later, he returned with a few coins and three shovels.
The group began digging. But as soon as they took the first shovelful, Lorne sensed something was wrong.
"Wait a minute! I have a bad feeling!"
Upon hearing this, the other two simultaneously stopped what they were doing.
Lorne glanced around the open space a few times before fixing his gaze on Dr. Allen. He reached inside his trench coat and retrieved the "Ripper," which he had been concealing there. Then, amidst Dr. Allen's slightly bewildered expression, he handed the gun to him.
"Do you know how to use it?"
"What?" Dr. Allen didn't react for a moment.
"It's pretty much the same as a regular shotgun." Lorne briefly explained how to use the gun, then added, "If anything unexpected happens, Sherlock and I should be able to dodge it. But you haven't had the proper training."
"If anything unexpected happens, just shoot to protect yourself."
What do you think?
"This—" Dr. Allen wanted to refuse, but seeing Lorne's serious expression, which was completely different from his previous relaxed and joking manner, and feeling the solemn gaze that Klein was also casting at him, he swallowed hard and finally took the heavy shotgun with trembling hands, clumsily holding it in his arms.
"...
--it is good.
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"Great detective, let's keep digging."
"Okay." Klein nodded and continued what he was doing.
As they dug, a foul yet familiar stench of decay wafted from the soil. Lorne's expression grew increasingly serious.
As the surface soil was broken apart, what was buried underneath was gradually exposed.
That was the highly decomposed body of a child!
His skin and flesh clung to his bones, sticky and almost melting. Unidentified insects crawled in and out of his nose and mouth.
"Crack." Dr. Allen stared at the corpse's legs, his mouth moving frantically, but he couldn't utter a single word.
"Be careful! Don't let it go off!" Seeing Dr. Allen trembling all over and almost unable to hold the gun steady, Klein quickly shouted a reminder.
"His legs! His legs!" Dr. Allen suddenly exclaimed.
Klein suppressed his nausea and looked closely, discovering that the child's corpse was clearly missing the lower half of its left leg!
At the same time, Dr. Allen stumbled back two steps and fell to the ground with a thud, shouting in a shrill voice, "Will Onsetin! It's Will Onsetin!"
As he spoke, he instinctively raised the shotgun in his hand and aimed it at the gruesome corpse.
"Calm down! He's dead!" Klein shouted.
"Mr. Scott! You have to talk to him—" He turned to look at Lorne beside him.
However, Lorne remained silent. He simply stared intently at the corpse and the tarot card fragments scattered in the dirt around it, already torn apart.
A few seconds later, he suddenly picked up the shovel and continued digging frantically.
No—no—where exactly is it?
What about the characteristics of constantly digging into the soil, increasing the intensity and scope of the excavation?! What about its extraordinary characteristics?! Why wouldn't it be there?!
Lorne only stopped working after he had thoroughly turned over Will Unsetin's entire body, and even the soil about half a meter below it. Leaning on his shovel, slightly out of breath, he glanced at the mutilated corpse with a complex expression.
Will really died—killed by the snake in my dream?
His unique characteristics were stolen too?!
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