Sherlock Holmes

"Besides, you must have saved up for a long time to get the vacation. The clothes you are wearing are newly bought. It must be rare to have the leisurely leisure time of shopping, but you have received an assignment abroad. It must have been issued by the great pope named Otido. He is the only one who has some problems with me now.

You arrived in London the day before yesterday and had a very sumptuous dinner. There was still mayonnaise on the collar that had not been wiped off. You tore a large piece of steak, otherwise it would be difficult to get the soup to that place, and then there happened to be a snowstorm. , I had no choice but to check into a pretty good hotel. The pillows were very soft and my hair was not deformed. Oh, there were signs of pulling on the belt buckle. Such a strong buckle could pull out marks. It shows how anxious you were at that time. Did you order a well-dressed lady to accompany you?

This is normal. It’s hard to have a vacation. Not enjoying yourself in time is not in line with your style of doing things. It’s just that you didn’t seem to hold on for too long. Let me take a look at your expression for two minutes. It doesn’t seem to be the case. That’s three. minute."

"enough!"

Sherlock just said this. He didn't slow down his speech deliberately, nor did he take the initiative to stop. In fact, what he said made it difficult for Victor to follow his train of thought. He froze in less than ten seconds. , until the sharp word 'three minutes' entered his ears, and he was suddenly ordered to stop.

"Oh, it looks like it's only about three minutes." Sherlock nodded thoughtfully, as if to say, 'This is not too embarrassing for a man who has not touched women for a long time.'

Captain Victor adjusted his breathing to appear calmer: "Okay, I admit that your observation skills are pretty good."

"Thank you. I'm a detective. It should be written in the hunting order I gave you. Of course, you probably just looked at the photo."

"For a person who is going to die, I don't want to know too much information about you." Victor didn't want to waste any more time. He started walking towards Sherlock and made some subtle movements with his hands. He could see It turns out that he habitually wanted to summon his contracted demon, but maybe he thought that this was London, or that this narrow corridor was not suitable for summoning demons. In short, he gave up the idea.

He is a second-level contractor, and he is a Crusader who has been fighting on the front line of the Gate of Hell for a long time. To kill a first-level little miscellaneous fish, there is indeed no need to summon a contracted creature.

And just then.

"Please wait a moment."

"Haha." Victor smiled contemptuously: "You should know that begging for mercy is of no use."

"No, no, no." Sherlock waved his hand: "Let's go fight outside. This is a public place."

These words made Captain Victor frown, and then he finally realized something and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"Hahaha——I see, it seems that your so-called reasoning ability can't let you see that I am a second-level contractor, right?"

It was indeed very annoying to have too much private information revealed, but at this moment, his mood finally relaxed a little.

Because he felt that the detective named Fuzel across from him seemed to be hoping to struggle.

Are you still dreaming about having a 'fight' with yourself?

This is undoubtedly a joke. Because in cross-level battles between contractors, it is impossible to have a "fight". Most of the time, they just meet each other, and then the higher-level ones will pluck the heads of the lower-level ones. Come down and the encounter is over. It's just such a simple matter of a few seconds, and it doesn't involve a 'battle' at all, because there is no room for a 'fight' between the two sides.

Actually, Sherlock didn't really see that the other party was a second-level contractor. It was not easy to determine first-level and second-level things by reasoning alone, but he didn't feel there was much difference.

The main reason why he doesn't want to fight here is because he can't find a place to live recently and has to live here for a few days. If he makes too much noise, he will be kicked out of the library and put on a blacklist. , but it would be a big loss.

Captain Victor was very satisfied with this small oversight in the reasoning of the other party, and was also very satisfied with the other party's proposal: "Well, destroying public property is indeed not a good thing. Compared to killing you, spraying a wall in a public place The blood is indeed more troublesome."

This kind of contemptuous speech seemed very stylish to him.

Sherlock didn't care what the other person was thinking, as long as he didn't rush over like a sick wild boar and fight for his life.

As a result, these two people, who were supposed to attack each other as soon as they met, actually walked towards the back of the library in tandem.

You can't kill someone at the front door.

Along the way, Captain Victor inevitably noticed something strange.

That was in the corridor. He saw a lot of broken stones and cracked floors. Some of them had sunk into the ground for a full five centimeters, as if something extremely heavy had hit them hard. It's like the ground collapsed.

This was not long ago when Moran learned that his master was in danger, so he ran too fast and accidentally kicked him out.

But unfortunately, Captain Victor didn't think so.

Returning from the battlefield to an urban area like London, his combat awareness quickly slackened. As a Crusader soldier fighting on the front line, he just instinctively felt that this was a bit strange, but he was extremely derelict in his duty. The pit is attributed to the renovation of the building or the product of recent construction.

Anyway, soon, the two came to a place that looked like the back door.

Sherlock pushed the door open, and heavy snow drifted into the room. Outside was a very narrow street. The wall on the other side was as high as a person, but what could be seen inside seemed to be a private garden. .

"Well, it doesn't look like it's suitable here," Sherlock said.

Captain Victor was obviously a little impatient. In his opinion, the other party's attitude was just the worst form of delay:

"I said, we have wasted too much time. You should know that no one can save you today."

Before he finished speaking, he kicked open the door on the opposite side and made an 'invitation' gesture:

"Just die here, don't choose!"

At the same time, in the villa in the small courtyard, His Royal Highness the Holy Son finally came out of the repair solution. The injuries on his body had fully recovered within a few hours. In the next few days, he would have to soak in more A few times should be able to repair the damage to a minimum.

He was standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, letting Moran dress him.

"Although I don't want to admit it, that guy saved my life after all, so I have to express some gratitude to him." Moriarty murmured.

"Your personal visit is the most glorious gift to him."

Moran habitually said that in her opinion, this was not a compliment, but an absolute fact.

Sudden

"Bang!" A sound came from the garden, making both Moriarty and Moran stunned.

"What happened?" he asked doubtfully.

"Well" Mo Lan was also a little confused: "It seems like someone is kicking in the back door."

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