Sherlock Holmes

Moriarty watched this scene in silence. He naturally knew what kind of girl Moran was.

Although Sherlock was silent, although he could see from the previous fight that this girl had extremely terrifying lethality, he was still a little surprised, because he found that if this girl wanted to kill him, then he should He didn't run away.

As for Victor, he was already frozen on the spot. Confusion and fear were sweeping through his body in an indescribable way. He didn't even understand what was happening. The backlash caused by the tragic death of the contracted creature rushed through him. It entered the depths of his consciousness and interrupted all his thoughts!

"Forehead"

“Uhhhhhhh——”

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He began to groan in pain, but after a few seconds, the pain of his soul being torn apart made him unable to even make a sound. Only his eyes, ears, nostrils, hair roots, and every pore began to seep out. The blood turned him into a bloody person almost instantly.

He flopped and collapsed to the ground.

And the girl happened to pass by him without even looking at him. She put her hands in front of her like a quiet servant. It wasn't until she stood next to her master again that she finally felt a little more confident. Changes in expression.

Because there was a drop of blood stuck to the corner of the man with glasses.

I saw a flash of panic in the eyes of the young servant, and quickly wiped away the drop of blood. After seeing her master wave his hands indifferently, he was relieved, and then glanced at the person kneeling on the ground in pain with extreme anger. Victor almost dying.

This was the first time that the girl looked at him from the beginning to the end.

Disgusting, disdainful, and disgusting, it was like watching a maggot that was accidentally stepped on and splattered with disgusting juice.

But Victor couldn't understand the look in his eyes for such a moment. He could no longer bear the extreme pain caused by the backlash and passed out directly.

"How did you end up messing with this guy?" Moriarty asked.

"I'm a detective. It's normal to offend a few people." Sherlock said.

"What a troublesome job."

"Oh, right." Sherlock hesitated for a moment, then reminded: "I know you are a person with status, but I don't know much about the Holy See, and I don't know how important your status is. It's just that behind this guy's back That person may be a pope, and if you feel you can’t stand it, you’d better run away.”

Sherlock's tone was so sincere that Moriarty couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Over the years, he has never heard anyone speak to him in such a worried tone, not even Moran, because his identity is naturally supreme, and the supreme one does not need to be worried, or even show any concern. Worry is a kind of denial of one's own abilities and status.

Not to mention letting yourself run away!

So, he shouted angrily: "You don't have to worry about it!"

This time, Sherlock frowned. What kind of temper did this guy have? What was he shouting about?

If you don't want to control it, then just leave it alone.

Sherlock quickly turned his attention to Moran, who was standing aside. This young servant girl had always been very quiet when she was motionless. Even Victor only looked at her once.

But after she walked out of the villa door, her lowered gaze kept scanning Sherlock intentionally or unintentionally, as if she always felt uneasy if her master was too close to this guy.

"Miss Moran." Sherlock suddenly said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"???" Moran frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the other party would ask him questions.

So he turned his head and cast a questioning look at his master. After seeing him nod, he responded: "Please speak."

"Are you a contractor?"

"Yes."

"What level?"

"Level three." Moran replied.

The heavy snow finally showed a tendency to decrease in the afternoon of that day.

The fight in the back garden lasted only a few seconds and didn't attract anyone's attention.

In just one encounter, a demon that had evolved to the second stage was torn apart by Moran in an unstoppable way.

Literally torn apart

It has to be said that this young servant turned out to be the most powerful person Sherlock has ever seen in his life. Recalling the previous encounter in the corridor, he was glad again that he did not do anything to the little dwarf, otherwise, This angry maid must have cut herself into pieces.

As for the demon's corpse, Moriarty definitely couldn't let it lie within his sight.

In the same way, the vacationing soldier named Victor has no right to pollute the environment in the garden where he lives temporarily.

So, these two things were all thrown out.

As for where it was thrown, no one would care, and no one would even care whether the contractor who suffered the backlash was dead or alive.

It was not until two days later that the heavy snow finally stopped. On the bank of the Thames River, Victor's dying body was finally seen by a passerby. This was considered lucky to have saved his life.

Well, it doesn’t necessarily count as lucky.

At night, in the Grosvenor House Hotel, one of London's top hotels, the Pope was still lying on the comfortable sofa. The difference in temperature between the cold outside the window and the warm indoors made him very comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Pope Otto looked dissatisfied. He did not like to be disturbed while enjoying himself.

Fortunately, he hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Come in."

Then the door was opened, and his maid walked in respectfully.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, your execution order has been sent out to the detective named Sherlock Holmes. Do you still remember it?"

The Pope frowned and thought for a while before finally finding the name in his memory.

"Oh, I still have some impressions, what's wrong?"

"A Crusader soldier who returned from the front accepted this execution order, but failed."

"Oh?" Pope Otto was a little surprised, but he still didn't know what his relatives were going to say. If he failed, he would fail. There was not only one execution order, so naturally someone would take that person's life again.

"So what do you want to say?" he asked impatiently.

"Although the Crusader soldier failed, he did not die. Our people have contacted him just now and learned that his contracted demon was killed by someone's maid, which caused serious backlash to him. Two hours ago, the soldier woke up and mentioned the name of the maid in his difficult confession."

"Then what?" The Pope still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

Until the nun took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"He said that while he was in a coma, he vaguely heard someone calling the maid Moran."

"Molan?" Pope Otido repeated the name several times impatiently.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his eyes that had been lowered suddenly opened wide, his airway seemed to have suddenly encountered an extremely severe asthma, and he let out an indescribable strange scream.

He suddenly stood up from the sofa: "Molan. Moran??!"

He is a pope. Excluding the archbishops, he is considered to be one of the most advanced people at the top of the theocracy, so of course he knows what this name means.

"Damn it! What did that bastard soldier do?" he roared, and then immediately asked the nun at the door: "Did he mention my name!!"

An arrogant pope seemed to have suddenly turned into a lamb being watched by wolves: "Also, it doesn't matter who it is, did that guy hurt anyone? Did he hurt anyone?!"

"There shouldn't be. The man's demon was killed almost instantly, and there shouldn't be time to do anything else." The maid was also extremely panicked, but she was trying her best to hold on, not letting her tremble from the nun's long skirt. revealed underneath.

After hearing this, Pope Otido finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he sat back on the sofa dripping with sweat.

"Find out that soldier's background and clear up all the clues that can be related to me! Including the people involved!" At this moment, he was very glad that he did not have the habit of signing the execution order.

"Yes!" the nun responded solemnly: "But Your Holiness, do you want to recycle the remaining execution orders?"

"What kind of recycling? What kind of execution order? That kind of thing has nothing to do with me. I have never issued that thing! Since we came to London, we have been living here without even leaving the door!!!" The Pope Roaring and waving his fat arms.

The nun at the door stood at attention and said tremblingly: "But what should you do if the detective named Sherlock Holmes mentions you to someone?"

"What?!" The Pope seemed to be even more angry: "What do you mean, you mean, that bastard detective knows that I want to kill him?!

fart!

How could he, a civilian, know what I was doing?

In his field of vision, it was impossible for me to exist. He didn't even know why a frontline soldier who wanted to kill him suddenly appeared!

And do you mean to say that the commoner knows His Royal Highness the Holy Son? ! "

Pope Otto stood up, approached the nun step by step, and then slapped the nun on the face with great anger. The nun swayed and quickly stood up straight again.

"Put away your unrealistic thoughts. An ant can never touch the colorful clouds in the sky!"

That stupid soldier must have made a mistake and offended His Highness, so he received a small punishment because he was stupid and because he was unlucky!

This matter has nothing to do with that insignificant detective!

No! ! ! ! "

(Today is 5,000 words. I know you will say I am short, so I will try to write as many words as possible. Thank you for your votes and tips.)