This tactic of "checking the surveillance" at the slightest disagreement was even more formidable than the Otherworld's "Skynet Intelligent Monitoring System."
Just as surgeries also offered tickets for spectators, in this era, even adjudicating cases didn't bar outsiders from observing.
Soon, the vivid image of the victim, Royalist Party Viscount Owen, appeared before everyone.
"PANT... PANT..."
The noble, drenched in blood, was desperately fleeing ahead but was dragged back by his pursuers just as he had opened a door.
"AHH—!"
The brief scream hadn't left his throat before his head was bitten off.
The entity dragging him was moving too fast to see clearly, revealing only a vaguely discernible slender pink figure.
Sherlock waved his hand, and the replayed scene immediately continued.
It went back to when the victim had just arrived, to his conversation with the woman.
