I began to wonder if there was more to this case than what met the eye. The two cases were related, I knew that much. If we find the person behind either of them, the other would follow soon.

"Why does Sherlock always run off so randomly?" I thought to myself. I began to wander about on the London streets. The sun had set and London was bathed in a warm pink glow.

'How beautiful'... I thought, my mind drifting off and I imagined myself as a soldier once more, among the Alps, on a holiday.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye a dark thing dropping from…well, I dunno where. 'It must be a delightful leaf,' I thought to myself when I suddenly realized I wasn't dancing around a maple tree in autumn. I spun around just in time to see a GIANT GRASSHOPPER LUNGING AT MY THROAT.

I was about to screech Sherlock's name for the love of God when I saw him come running towards me. His face was flushed and he had a enthusiastic smile on his cheeks. He was obviously very excited.

"What happened? Did you find anything of importance that might help us?" I asked

"Yes. Some but not enough to solve the whole case. While you and that assassin were talking, a man had been spying on us. I noticed him and went after him. After catching him, I tortured him for information, even offered him money, but he wouldn't reveal anything. So I took his cell phone," he said in a rush.

After opening the call log in his mobile, I saw the name of the same assassin whom we had met earlier today. "So this man works for the mastermind." I said

"Yes. And I think the man has been brainwashed."

"And how did you come to that conclusion...?"

Please don't tell that I'm too dumb to understand.

"You won't understand."

Damn you, you bloody bastard.

Just as Sherlock was about to explain, we heard a gunshot behind us, and the man being talked about was lying there. DEAD. Why do I have to see all the disgusting sights? Sherlock doesn't count. He's not human. So he can't probably register disgust.

"Ok. This serial killer has murdered the man as expected. If this goes on, my plan will be successful. Let's go take a look at the Mr Richard Hugo's body. "Sherlock said, obviously muttering to himself, appearing seemingly unfazed that a man was just murdered so randomly.

"Sherlock what are you talking about? What is the plan? Do you have any idea what is going on? This case has become far more complicated than we originally thought it to be."

"Yes you're right; this case is indeed far more complicated. But the murder of this man has made things simple. It opened my eyes to a lot of things I was ignoring before. Now I'm sure that I have identified the pattern in which the murders are taking place. This way, I can tell where and when the next murder will take place, and thus if we are there on the right time, we might catch the killer." he said in one breath. (Whoa! Go Sherlock!)

We took a cab to the crime scene. The razor sharp cuts were right on the arteries, but surprisingly, there was no blood. The murderer had taken care to wipe the blood off. In fact, I noticed that the body was deathly pale, chalky white, to be exact. Although the murder had taken place yesterday, the body had already started decomposing. It was as if the body contained no blood.

Then it hit me like a tidal wave of cheese at a lactose intolerant factory, the body indeed had NO BLOOD, EVEN THOUGH NO ONE HAD TOUCHED THE BODY AFTER THE MURDER.

"Sherlock, the body has no blood! Didn't you see that?"

"Yes, I know. The murderer took the blood out, so that we couldn't diagnose it. Now why would they do that? Because they had injected something in the man's blood, and they did not want us to find out what it was. The man had not been killed ordinarily."