The group of people all had smiles like spring breeze on their faces.

It also made Tang Luo confirm that this person was Leo Thorndike.

Before this, Tang Luo really didn't know what Thorndike looked like.

Thorndike walked through the crowd like a flash, stopping to talk to people from time to time, and didn't know if there were any members of the organization.

After about half an hour, he walked towards the stairs alone.

Before this, several people had already quietly climbed the stairs.

There are strong bodyguards guarding the stairs on both sides of the left and right.

Tang Luo followed Thorndike leisurely and came to the second and third floors with him.

Compared to the lively on the first floor, there are occasionally people walking around on the second floor, while the third floor is empty.

On the long walkway, only a slightly dim light was on.

There is only the sound of footsteps.

Thorndike suddenly stopped, with a strange expression on his face.

How did he hear footsteps?

——It’s not the sound of one’s own footsteps.

Turn around and make sure there is no one behind him.

Earl Thorndike frowned, loosened his tight collar, and continued to walk forward, stopping in front of a door opening and closing.

Pressing the handle, Thorndike opened the door and walked in.

There is a study room inside.

Only the lamp on the table was on.

Thorndike looked around, then looked into the aisle outside the study room, and then closed the door and locked it.

It seems extremely careful in your own home.

He walked to the bookcase, moved several books away, and touched the mechanism.

The bookcase slowly moved away, and there was a small elevator inside.

Thorndike walked into the elevator, pressed the switch, and the elevator slowly descended, and then the bookcase slowly moved and began to return to its original position.

The light gradually dimmed.

"bump!"

Suddenly, Thorndike heard a sound.

At the same time, the elevator swayed, as if something heavy was hit on the top of the head.

"who!"

Thorndike immediately reached into his clothes, looking like he was about to pull out his gun, and looked up at the same time.

In order to reduce weight, no trace of anyone or any object was seen.

"It's another illusion? It's just that the elevator swayed?"

Thorndike's face was not good-looking.

In recent days, members of the organization were killed one after another, making him very sensitive.

Anything that can be a surprise.

After staring at the top of his head for a long time, Thorndike lowered his head.

At this time, the elevator also descended to the bottom.

Thorndike goes out.

Outside is a relatively bright basement.

There is a round table in the middle.

Four people were sitting.

Behind the four people, there are also bodyguards.

Two for each person, and two other bodyguards stood next to the wall.

There are ten in total.

Several people were holding revolvers directly.

The waist is also bulging, obviously there is a second one.

Two tall men standing near the wall, one of whom was holding a dagger.

The dagger kept flying and spinning in the middle of his palm, and a cold light flashed from time to time.

“Everything is here.”

Thorndike said as he walked to his seat and sat down.

In fact, there are three seats left empty.

But the owners of these three seats will never arrive.

They were all dead, just in these three days.

Not only them, but other members of the organization, were also hit by a catastrophe.

That night, after the mental hospital was in trouble.

Their underground research field collapsed directly into a Jedi.

All the results are buried.

Jack White, the most important researcher, also disappeared.

I'm lucky, maybe I won't die.

If you are not lucky, you are mostly buried in the research site.

If Jack the Ripper hadn't started committing crimes in a crazy way, they secretly tried to push things down.

The headlines of newspapers now must be sensational cases in mental hospitals.

"Clues, I want clues."

Thorndike said as he looked at the others.

Obviously, here, his status is the highest.

"There is no living." Someone said, "but there are still clues. Some people have witnessed these people appear..."

He pressed the portraits on the table, pushed them hard, and slid into the hands of the rest of the people.

The sketched portraits above are somewhat similar to those of Tang Luo and the others.

But to be honest, there are many similar dresses in the small town.

And because of Jack the Ripper, everyone likes to walk together.

"it works?"

Thorndike said in anger, "This is looking for a needle in a haystack."

"We can ask Grand Yard to assist, just say these guys may be with Jack the Ripper-"

"squeak!"

At this moment, a sharp and harsh sound of metal tearing and breaking.

Thorndike suddenly turned around.

The figure fell and "smashed" into the narrow elevator.
Chapter completed!