I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 104

Walking into the room, Phil followed behind Sherlock.

Even at the entrance of the room, Sherlock was extremely vigilant, sniffing the air for any strange smells.

After all, during the years she had been a detective before, she had suffered quite a bit.

Although there was magic in this world, and human physical abilities could be incredibly strong, this did not mean that people who couldn’t use magic or whose physical abilities were not strong couldn’t cause trouble for stronger individuals.

Sherlock had seen situations where an entire house was set up as a death trap before.

If a strong person were to come, perhaps just setting up an illusion within the house would be enough to affect the weaker person who entered, but this kind of trick was often not very effective against stronger people.

On the contrary, traps that were outside the system of swords and magic could often take advantage of a strong person’s carelessness and cause them some trouble.

Before this, Sherlock had once solved a murder case involving a perverted noble. The other party used various clever mechanisms to turn a room meant for receiving guests into a room that “ate” people. Not only would the main door be locked from the inside after a person entered and sealed with magic power, but even after the person died inside, the entire room would automatically clean itself, removing all traces of the murder.

In the end, if it weren’t for that noble accidentally killing the esteemed guest of his lord, angering the lord, it was likely that his killing game would have continued to be indulged.

Walking into the house, Sherlock subconsciously touched the floor at the entrance.

Then, in the light of her handheld lamp, she frowned.

“There is not much dust on the floor. It seems the other party did not leave immediately after the Duke of Orleans was assassinated, but had been living here for some time…”

“Then, according to your experience, Sherlock, how long has this dust been accumulating?”

“In my opinion… it shouldn’t be more than a week. If no one had been cleaning or active for more than a week, the accumulation of dust would be very obvious.”

“A week, huh…” Phil heard this, thought for a while, then looked at the attendant who had followed them into the room, whispered a few words into his ear, and had him relay the message.

Sherlock looked at Phil’s actions and did not feel anything was out of the ordinary.

Immediately after, Sherlock began searching the house.

Like many ordinary residences, this house was also divided into two floors.

The first floor was the functional area, and the resting area was on the second floor.

After searching a bedroom and a study on the second floor, Sherlock shook her head.

Although the other party had been living here not long ago, she had not found any information about the other party at all.

The other party had not left any clues that could point to the case. Not even clues about their personal information.

But she was not overly discouraged either.

After all, a detective is someone who has to find clues in various complex and mysterious cases.

Just as she walked downstairs, Phil’s voice came over.

“Sherlock, I’ve found something. Come and take a look.”

Hearing Phil say this, Sherlock immediately became alert, and then hurried to where her voice was coming from.

It was the fireplace in the living room, but at this moment, a hidden door opening downwards had appeared beside the fireplace.

“A basement?” Seeing this scene, Sherlock immediately knew what Phil had discovered.

“Mm,” Phil nodded.

“Then… shall we go take a look?”

“Alright,” Phil said this, walked ahead of Sherlock, and slowly shone the light downwards.

“Wait a moment… Sherlock, don’t move yet,” Just as the two had walked down for about half a minute, Phil faintly smelled a lingering odor in the air, and then quickly spoke.

That smell was a scent of putrefaction.

There was clearly something unclean in the basement, so she stopped Sherlock, wanting to go down and investigate alone.

“Phil, I think I should go with you. It’s better if there are two of us…”

“But what you will see in a moment might make you feel very uncomfortable. Is that still alright?”

“Mm,” Sherlock nodded firmly.

“I’ve been a detective for so many years. What kind of major storms haven’t I seen? The thing I do the most is investigate murder cases. If there’s just a body in the basement, then it’s alright. Furthermore, it’s such an important clue. I need to see it with my own eyes to make a more accurate judgment.”

“In that case, then come with me,” Phil heard Sherlock say this and sighed.

“Tell me, did people like this need to apply to the City Hall to dig a basement? After all, I feel that the scope of his basement is a bit too large. It feels like he has also taken up the space of the houses next door. Wouldn’t the neighbors sue him?”

“Of course you need to apply, but you can dig even without applying. So there have been many mix-ups before, like digging a basement and accidentally digging into someone else’s basement. The other party wants compensation, and in the end, it turns out the other party’s basement was illegally dug by their ancestors, and they end up owing compensation instead.”

“However, not that many people need basements. Most people, even if they dig, only dig a root cellar to store food. So this kind of thing happens rarely.”

Hearing Phil explain this, Sherlock nodded.

As the slope of the stairs they were descending became gentler, the lingering smell of putrefaction in the air also became stronger. Even Sherlock, who was three body lengths away from Phil, could smell it and frowned.

This smell, it wasn’t quite like dead fish, but if it were human, it also seemed unlikely…

At this moment, Phil stopped.

“Sherlock, I’ve reached the basement entrance.”

“Then… open the door.”

“Mm.”

As Phil forcefully pushed open the basement door, Sherlock fired a flare into the dark basement.

The scene that followed made both of them cover their mouths almost simultaneously.

The scene in the basement was like a ritual sacrifice by cultists.

A large circle was drawn on the ground with blood. The circle was precisely marked with twelve points, and the crosses at positions zero to six were inverted.

In the center of the circle, a person was kneeling on a cross, facing the stone statue at the deepest part of the basement.

This person was already dead. Their ribs were turned outwards from their body at a very horrifying angle. Their flesh and blood were now covered with small black insects.

These small insects seemed to be very afraid of light. Upon seeing the flare being fired, they all flew to the corners of the basement.

But even so, there were still quite a few white maggots on his body at this moment, gnawing at his flesh and blood.

“What… what is this…”

Sherlock looked at this extremely horrifying sacrificial ritual. Even though she considered herself experienced and had seen a lot, at this moment, seeing this scene, she couldn’t help the disgust in her heart and retched, holding onto the wall.

Phil was also pale.

Because at this moment, besides the person in the center of the circular magic array, there were six pillars inserted around the basement, each with a body tied to it. Clearly, these bodies were only recently deceased, as they hadn’t started to completely decompose yet.

Is this a sacrificial ritual by cultists?

Are they trying to summon something in Saint Roland City with this kind of sacrificial ritual?

Thinking of this possibility, Phil immediately shivered.